Devil Hath Come (an FBI/Romance Thriller ~book 7) (28 page)

He had her bound and at his feet once more. The altar was set, and he was ready to begin. There were only so many days left until the sacred holiday. It was the day that he’d make the ultimate sacrifice to the Lord of
Darkness.

Time was slowly ticking away
, and it would be upon him soon.

Staring down at the woman, he knew she was the perfect victim. She
was just like the others- weak and a lamb. There was no doubt that she was useless in her beliefs. At one time, he was just like her, believing in the ignorance of a Goddess who had no power. Now, he knew the truth, as he was placed on the correct path in life.

A woman gave him that, and
eventually he would repay her tenfold.

In life, there could be only one path to travel, and he was now on it
.

Calling the elements, he invited them into the ritual space. Working the powers, he blessed himself and called to the only God
who he would ever obey. As he lifted his hands above his head, he could hear the voice as it filled him.

The D
emon powder that he had purchased online was working. He was able to hear his Lord call to him.

“Yes
master, what is it that you desire?” he replied, pausing to listen to a voice that only he could hear.

There could be no regret.

“I will offer her up on the altar for you. She is as pure as you requested. I have not touched her,” he replied. Yes, he had desperately wanted to participate in the sex ritual, but he’d taken a vow.

Again, he waited for more direction.

“I will only touch the last one, as I steal her soul. I promise to make her beg for your mercy
as she dies in her own blood.”

Laughing, the night was filled with some sick joke that only he was privy to
hearing.

The bound woman struggled to get away from him. Her eyes were filled with horror, as she knew what was planned for her. The man was insane. She’d seen him before many times. Now
, he was showing his true colors. Who knew that he was worshiping Satan?

Oh Goddess, was this to be her end?

When he finished his ritual, he stared down at her. This one was going to be different. It was time to switch it up to keep the FBI and Elizabeth Blackhawk off balance. It seemed appropriate and necessary. The master would forgive him for his errors.

Lifting her up, she squirmed in his arms. He carefully held her tight
ly to his body as she fought to escape. When she flung her arms up and grabbed his hair, he screamed in pain and frustration. Slamming her head down against the slab, all the fire in her was extinguished. He took the lull in her movements to finally restrain her. He used the same position as the last one, as that’s how the voice liked it.

Striking her
across the face, he finally got her to wake up. “It’s time, witch.”

She screamed into the tape as she fought hard to escape.

This time he decided to stand behind her head. He would make the slice there to avoid the spray.

He began whispering into the night air, calling for the one
who owned his soul. “Beelzebub! Lucifer! The old mighty one, hear my plea! I offer this one up to you, in exchange for the ultimate gift of all. I want power. I want strength. I want all that is just outside my reach. Take her life and give me what I have earned!”

He listened for the voice
that beckoned him to offer the woman as a sacrifice. It urged him to keep going with the plan. It was confirmation that he was doing the right thing.

The
dark Lord wanted Elizabeth Blackhawk just as much as he did. It was obvious that he must have placed her in his mind.

It was meant to be.

Lust curled wickedly in his belly, as he forced his focus on the woman currently waiting for him to end her life.

Reaching down, he found the
raven in its little cage. Pulling it out, he held it over the woman’s body. With his hands, he ripped the head clear off the body, and let the blood splash across the white material and her pale flesh. Dropping the bird, he leaned down to her ear. “You look lovely awash in blood, witch.”

With his tongue, he lapped at the
fluid as her muffled sobs filled the night air. The burning incense and the taste of death mingled with his senses on his tongue and made him crazy.

It was time.

Grabbing her by the mop of blonde hair, he yanked it back as he stared into her scared eyes. “You are sacrificed for our Lord. Go be with him.”

Making the wicked cut, he watched as the
blood exploded from her body in a spray worthy of any Hollywood movie, except this time it was very real.

The scent of copper pennies filled the night air as the woman
personally met the master.

Th
is witch was one more prize, and now she was very much dead.

He replayed it over and over in his mind, a
nd it wasn’t lost on him that this one was even better than the last. They were growing in perfection.

It made him yearn for the final two before Elizabeth was placed on his altar.

The icy blue eyes would watch him with fear as he used her body to make her his blood and sex sacrifice to the darkness.

“It is done my
liege.”

He dropped to his knees
and began praying in Latin, as he begged for his favor.

Tonight’s sacrifice
had to please Satan, for it gave him immense gratification.

Now it was time to finish setting the scene. There was one step left.
After the note, he’d be free to escape home.

Once there, he already knew who he’d be fantasizing about.

It was his dream woman.

                                *   *   *

    Wednesday Morning

Five
days until Halloween

There was nothing like waking up between two warm, smooth, and sexy Native men. When they were all home and they slept together, by morning they were one big pile of limbs and bodies. Right now, her head was on Ethan’s shoulder, Callen’s arm was on her hip, and his face buried in her hair as all their legs were twined together.

It was probably a good thing that neither man had
issues with general contact and being wrapped around each other.

At least a
sleep anyway
.

She could feel Ethan’s heartbeat pick up, a sure sign that he was waking up. Then she could feel the lower part of his anatomy following suit.

Yippee! Someone was going to be enjoying two naked men shortly. Elizabeth took it back. Waking up between them was nice, being woken up with some Native lovin’ was even better.

Wiggling, she rubbed her bottom against Callen, trying to entice him into the morning romp.
When his hand slid up her side, cupped her breast and began playing with her nipple, she was prepared to sing with joy.

God, s
he loved her life.

Both men moved even closer as they began to
leave kisses wherever they could find a patch of skin unencumbered by all the hair.

“Lyzee,” Ethan moaned, as she ran her fingers over him.

Callen made some sound low in his chest as she ground her body against his erection. “Angel,” he practically growled in warning.

She wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with the two sexiest men in the entire world
for the remainder of the day. There was something about the mingling scent of the men’s colognes and their deep, lust-filled voices upon first waking up.

It turned her
right on.

As her head moved lower
down Ethan’s torso, she had one target in mind. It gave Callen a great opportunity to find what he wanted too. All he needed to do was slide forward.

It was like the powers that be knew her plans
and were hell bent on destroying them. The second the tip of her tongue touched Ethan’s erection, his phone began ringing.

“God, don’t answer it,” Callen begged. “Ten minutes. We just need a lousy few minutes to reach heaven.”

Ethan knew if he reached for it, their morning adventure was going to be coming to an end.

“Don’t do it!” Callen warned
as he wondered if he could slide into Elizabeth and forget it was all happening.

Then her phone began chiming. “Oh shit,” she muttered, weighing her options. She knew that for the three of them to have sex, it was going to be at least twenty minutes.
A quickie with two men had a very different meaning than with one.

Finally, Callen’s went off and Ethan sighed in sexual frustration. Picking up his phone he answered it.

“Yes?”

“Director Blackhawk, I hope you’re not busy,” stated Police
Chief Lowry.

Oh, this better be an emergency of epic proportions. “I’m just
hanging out in bed.” Yeah, and I’m about to have my wife’s hot mouth all over me. It was probably best to leave that last part out.

Elizabeth climbed up his body
and straddled him as she reached over to the night stand to grab her phone.

Ethan watched her full, delicious breasts bob before his lips and he wondered if he could just lick them
while staying focused on the call.

“We found another body. You need to get to the police station and one of my men will lead you up. I have three of us here monitoring
it to keep everything safe until your arrival.”

“On our way,” he said, hanging up. “We have another victim. It looks like our killer is making his move.”

Callen was already out of bed and reaching for a pair of jeans. “And here I can’t even take a cold shower to fix my sexy wife problem.”

Ethan was feeling the same pain, as he too jumped out of bed and reached for
his pants. “Think about the crime scene. That’s what I do.”

There was laughter as
they dressed. “There are days I’m glad I’m a girl and don’t have to deal with half the issues you two men have to handle. However do you survive?” she asked sarcastically. She’d been pregnant, shot at, abducted and most of all, worked to exhaustion because she’d been up all night playing sexy Native games.

They needed to toughen up.
If morning wood was their biggest issue, they had it pretty damn easy.

Callen pulled out his phone and texted their ME and agents. If he had to suffer, so did they.

After all, it was only fair.

Ethan growled at her
and tried to grab her. “You better behave today or the question won’t be how we survived, but if you survive.”

She laughed. “Boys, do your worst.”

Chris stared at his very rumpled and sexy bedmate. Her hair was a holy mess, her lips were pink and swollen from make-out abuse and her skin had patches of brush burn from his five o’clock shadow.

They were a wreck
, and he never felt better.

Even though they barely slept, he was ready to do it all over again. In fact, he was so full of
adrenaline that he could probably stay awake for two days, as long as she was in bed with him.

God,
this was amazing.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He had plans of taking her again, then maybe in the shower, and then
more sex tonight when they came back to the hotel. How he was going to pull it off, was another story.

The telltale aches were beginning to push through the euphoria. Oh wait, he knew how to take care of that little issue.

Leaning over, he lowered his lips to hers to kiss her awake. It started slow, and as soon as she began to stir, her arms were around his neck and they were locked at the lips once more.

Cyra was so glad it wasn’t a dream. Here she was in bed with the sexiest man ever
, and he wanted her over and over again. If she was dead and this was heaven, well, she had lived a good life and this was her reward.

“Morning
, Agent Austin,” he whispered, finally pulling his lips from hers.

“
Hello there, Doctor Leonard.”

“Last night was spectacular. It was quite possibly the best night of debauchery I’ve ever had in my life.”
And it was. Yeah, he had sexual relationships with other women. Some were in college and the rest through his life. After all, he was a man with urges and needs, but Cyra had easily managed to unlock each and every desire in one night.

Now, h
e was a man on fire.