Midnight Craving: Midnight Vice, Book 1 (2 page)

mingle with night siders—the demons, vampires and other nocturnal nasties roaming the city—without

rousing suspicion. Unlike most officers with Midnight Vice, Isla belonged to no single unit. Her unique skill

set allowed her float between departments. Isla’s prized abilities as a night stalker—a person of demonic

heritage charged with aiding in the balance between the night and day sides—were always in high demand.

Since there were so few night stalkers in the world, Isla seemed to always be in the thick of it.

Tonight, maintaining distance between Renata and Isla had been paramount, especially with the history

between the pair. When Isla had joined his pursuit of Renata, he’d been simultaneously relieved and

aggravated. Aggravated because he wasn’t certain Isla should be facing off with Renata, and relieved

because, despite Isla’s relatively new presence on the force, the girl was a natural.

Of course, surviving an attack by one of the most notoriously sadistic vampires at the age of six

probably had a hand in preparing Isla for this line of work. She never spoke of that night, but the scar

running across her throat was a constant reminder to anyone who saw it. Jace couldn’t look at it without

envisioning a tiny little girl stumbling, crawling and dragging herself to the nearest house almost a mile

down the road from her family’s burning estate, a hand clamped to the gaping cut in her throat, blood

gushing from the wound. How she’d survived still baffled him. The demonic blood from her mother’s

side? Maybe. Her tenacity? Most definitely.

Jace quietly slipped away from his unit and zigzagged around the people obstructing his path. Isla

seemed to regain her strength and disappeared into the ladies’ room. He hurried after her, concerned she’d

collapse or worse. He knocked but didn’t wait for her answer before barging inside. The bathroom was

surprisingly small with just a sink, a stall and the most appalling fuchsia walls he’d ever seen.

Isla was bent over the sink, splashing cold water on her face. Startled, she straightened up but relaxed at

the sight of his reflection. Jace snatched a handful of paper towels from the nearby dispenser and crossed

the space between them. He sponged her flushed face, noting the heat radiating from her body. She was

always warmer than the rest of them but not like this. “Are you all right?”

“I feel so strange,” she admitted, her voice dreamlike and wavering.

“You should have gone with EMS.” He put a hand to her forehead. “Christ, you’re burning up!”

Isla swallowed hard and put a hand to her neck. With each heavy breath, her breasts heaved over the

shockingly low neckline of her dress. His gaze drifted down to the stiff nipples poking through the damp

fabric. When she licked her lips, heat pierced his belly. The urge to suck on those pouty pink lips and stab

his tongue into her mouth gripped him.

What the hell?
Jace balked at the naughty thoughts suddenly racing through his mind. He’d fought his

attraction to Isla since the first night she’d sauntered into Midnight Vice headquarters. Everyone in their unit

had lusted after her. It was impossible not to, with all the various demonic genes floating around in her

busy gene pool, especially the incubi and succubi ones. After a while, everyone seemed to build up their

immunity to her subconscious charms—but not Jace. He couldn’t shake the hunger. Over and over, he’d

told himself why it was a bad idea. She was too young, too pretty and too smart for him.

Plus there was that teeny, tiny problem with his archangel heritage. Who knew what would happen if a

half-angel mated with a half-demon. His kind highly discouraged dalliances between the races. There were

rumored punishments for caving to temptation, but what kinds, exactly, were a secret. Jace doubted that

was something he wanted to find out.

But tonight was different. She just smelled so fucking good. He wanted to eat her up. And judging by

the way her hands were now tugging at the buckle of his belt and jiggling the various pouches of ammo and

night-side weaponry, she felt the same. He shivered as her tongue licked the side of his neck. Isla nibbled

his jawline and nipped at his earlobe before sucking it between her lips.

The bottom dropped out of his stomach. “Fuck, Isla!”

“You taste so good, Jace.” Isla moaned loudly and sucked hard on his neck. She popped the belt buckle

open and lowered his zipper. “I’m so hot. I need…I need you.”

“What?” Jace’s head swam. Her greedy little fingers slipped inside his pants and groped him through his

cotton boxer briefs. Already at half-mast, his dick throbbed as she stroked him through the fabric. If she

kept that up much longer, he’d lose control. As amazing as it felt, he tried to put the brakes on, reason

finally breaking through his lustful haze. This was so out of character for her. “Isla, wait. What…what are

you doing?”

She fisted his shirt and hauled him against her pert body. Her pupils seemed strangely dilated “I’m

trying to fuck you, Jace.”

“Oh,” he said rather dumbly. All resolve slipped from his mind. “Just checking…”

Unable to control the primal urge, Jace grasped the backs of her thighs and lifted her onto the edge of

the sink. As he claimed her lips for the first time, electric shivers pierced his belly. Her lips were so supple

and warm, her tongue wet and pliable. Their tongues slid and swirled. The fingers of his left hand sifted

through her black hair, keeping her mouth firmly in place. His right hand cupped her breast through her

dress. She pressed impatiently against his palm so he dipped under the fabric to caress her hot skin. When

he tweaked her nipple, she practically purred.

Isla’s fingers plucked at the buttons of his uniform shirt made of black fabric imbued with protective

magic. She made a little noise of annoyance at finding his black tee underneath. Breaking their kiss, she

lifted his tee and peppered kisses up his stomach. His toes curled when her tongue swiped his nipple. Each

flick seemed to go straight to his twitching cock. He slipped his hand along the curve of her knee and under

the too-tight hem of her dress. Her silky skin felt so soft beneath his callused palms. His fingers sought the

origin of all that heat. She gasped when he found her satin-covered cleft, the fabric already soaked with her

cream.

“Take it off,” she begged. “Touch me there, Jace.”

Jace needed no further instruction and grasped the waist of her slinky thong. She braced her hands on

the sink and lifted her bottom as he dragged the scrap of pink satin down her thighs. Her left knee bent just

enough for him to jerk it over her high heel. It dangled from her right ankle.

He moved back between her knees, his hand searching again. The sensation of his fingers slipping in

the slick cream coating her pussy lips made him nearly frantic with the need to bury his cock in her.

“You’re soaking wet, baby.”

“My pussy’s on fire.” Isla grasped his stiff length. “Fuck me, Jace. I want your cock in me.”

Jace gulped at her frank talk. Isla could cuss with the best of them, but this was beyond anything he’d

ever heard from her lips. She freed his penis from his boxers and stroked him, eliciting a grunt from his

throat. A shiny drop wept from the tip. She swiped it with her finger and brought it to her lips. As she

sucked her finger clean, he knew there was no turning back now. He’d come too far for that.

“I don’t have a condom.” Their muddied bloodlines protected them from human diseases of all kinds

but not pregnancy. That was a headache neither of them needed at the moment, especially not with all the

permits and hearings required to mix angelic and demonic seed. And then there were the covenants

forbidding the sons of archangels from surrendering to the temptations of Isla’s kind.

“I don’t care.”

Any other time, Jace would have put the kibosh on their dangerous flirtation but tonight he couldn’t. It

was almost as if he’d been rendered powerless. Only his most primal human instincts held sway over his

actions, suppressing his normally cautious archangel side.

Taking his cock in hand, he lined it up with her dripping entrance. One sharp thrust and he was balls

deep in her tight hot cunt. They both moaned at the sudden meeting of their bodies. Jace couldn’t remember

anything ever feeling this good. Gripping the sink, he pulled back and slammed into her again.

Isla groaned and pawed at his chest. Her teeth grazed his neck as she rocked her hips. When she

clutched his ass and forced his thrusts deeper, Jace saw spots behind his eyelids. She was simply ravenous,

and he was determined to give her exactly what she wanted.

He grasped the front of her dress and yanked down, releasing those gorgeous tits. Tanned and full, they

tantalized him. He lowered his head and sucked a stiff peak between his lips. Isla inhaled sharply and

clamped a hand on his shaved head, encouraging his flicks and suckling. Still driving his cock into her

again and again, he moved his mouth between her breasts, his hand massaging the breast his lips had just

left.

Isla dragged his mouth away from her breasts and licked his bottom lip. He placed his lips on hers in a

sensual kiss. Her tiny little moans drove him wild. He clamped down on the surging need to come, knowing

she wasn’t quite there yet. Her hand slid between them, and he shifted the angle of his thrusts until she cried

out with pleasure. There, just there, was her sweet spot.

Jace quickened his pace and kept his angle steep, his depth shallow, just as she liked it. Isla’s fingers

flicked her swollen nub in time with his pumping hips. Her wet cream coated him and eased the hot friction

of their two bodies. Panting, she reached over her head, fingers clutching at the mirror. He put his hand

over hers, interlacing their fingers as he pounded her slick pussy. His sac tightened at those first few spasms

of her cunt.

“Jace!” Her gorgeous violet eyes widened suddenly.

“Tell me, baby,” he said. “Tell me.”

“I’m coming!” Isla’s husky voice sent him hurtling over the edge. She tightened her grip on his hand

and squeezed his waist with her thighs. Her slippery sheath clamped rhythmically around his cock.

Jace couldn’t have held back if there’d been a gun to his head. He nearly blacked out as her pussy

milked every last drop of come from him. With a guttural groan, he tucked his face against her neck and

jerked inside her.

Her arm curved around his shoulders, holding him close as they slowly came down from the heights of

ecstasy. The remnants of pleasure cleared his mind, and Jace was suddenly struck with what they’d just

done. They’d gone from zero to sixty in less than a minute. Isla most definitely wasn’t that kind of girl, and

he wasn’t that kind of guy. So what the hell had just happened?

Still buried in her silky depths, Jace pulled back just enough to gaze into her eyes. Forehead wrinkled

with confusion, Isla looked simultaneously satiated and bewildered. Embarrassment colored her cheeks.

“Oh, God, Jace! What did I just do to you?”

“I don’t know.” Unease filtered through him. “It felt different than your usual succubus allure.”

“I know.” Isla sounded thoughtful but scared. She rubbed her face. “Don’t worry about the condom

thing. I’ve been on the pill for years.” When she looked up at him, Jace was taken aback by the penitent

look. “I’m so sorry, Jace.”

Desperate to reassure her, Jace touched her cheek. His thumb caressed her skin. “Don’t be. It’s all right.

Whatever this was, we’ll figure it out.”

“Do you think it was Renata?”

“Probably. But, to be sure, we’ll head over to Laszlo’s office.”

Isla nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

Sensing her lingering shame, Jace sought to relieve her conscience. He cupped her nape and pressed a

kiss to her forehead. “You didn’t make me do anything I haven’t wanted to do for a long time.”

Isla relaxed against him. He hugged her tightly and tried not to think of how easily this could all go

south.

Feeling extremely self-conscious, Isla wrung her hands while Laszlo completed his examination of her

aura. He looked her over from head to toe, and she tried not to look into his ghostly white eyes or pale blue

pupils. Instead, she kept her gaze tightly fixed on the picture of black kittens playing with balls of brightly

colored yarn tacked to the ceiling.

She shifted on the uncomfortable exam table. The sound of crinkling paper echoed in Laszlo’s office.

From here, he ran the entire anti-curse department with the help of his twin sister, who was presently

traipsing through the Carpathian Mountains in the hopes of broadening her base of Romany gypsy magic.

“Hmmm.” Laszlo hummed as he straightened. His eyes shifted back to their normal coffee color. He ran