Open in case of an emergency.”
“That’s a bit ominous.”
“You are a slayer.” Fabian plucked Xero out of my arms. “Go to Grams.”
Xero stared up at him with big, sad eyes. “Me want stay.”
“No. This is our special time.”
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“Be very quiet. Not know me here.”
“Xero,” Fabian growled.
Our little demon vanished.
“You do know she’ll be back?”
“Probably with our grandmothers and your father in tow.”
“Well, before that happens, I’m hitting the beach.” I pulled off my T-shirt and
jeans, revealing an itty-bitty, yellow polka-dotted bikini.
Fabian grinned and shucked off his pants. He was wearing a yellow polka-dotted
Speedo.
I burst into laughter. “God, I love you, you crazy man.”
“Do you remember our first dance?”
“How could I forget?” I giggled as Fabian picked a hibiscus and placed it between
his teeth.
“Dance the tango with me, tesoro.” He hit a button on the wall, and tango music
played from hidden speakers.
I removed the flower from his mouth and stuck it in my hair. “They say the tango
is a mating dance.”
“It is.” Seizing my right hand, Fabian spun me around him and pulled me into a
tight embrace. His lips brushed mine.
I slid my right leg between his thighs and rubbed it across his crotch. He rose to
the occasion.
Fabian grabbed my hips, and up I went. He twirled me across his shoulders.
Our eyes locked. I cradled his head. My mouth hovering a scant inch above his, I
was aware of his strength, of the gentleness of his grip, and of an unbearable ache
building in my belly.
With a wicked smile, Fabian lowered me slowly, letting my body skim his.
Everywhere he touched, sparks of pleasure shot through me.
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I ran my tongue over his left nipple.
With a groan, my demon hunter promenaded me down the sand. “My body, my
soul, is yours for all eternity.”
Fabian’s mind connected with mine. The intensity of his hunger, his need to
possess me, inflamed my senses.
“I will never stop wanting to feel your cock deep inside me.” I fondled his penis
and whirled away before he could stop me.
His face set in harshly sensual lines, he stalked me. “I’m going to fuck you blind.”
“That’s my line.” I ran into the water.
He caught me up in his arms. Our lips met in a series of slow, carnal kisses.
A humongous wave crashed over us, sending us tumbling.
The water spat us out on the beach.
I laughed. “So much for sex on the beach.”
Fabian crawled over to me. “You want sex on the beach. You get sex on the
beach.” He nibbled, sucked, and tasted me as if I were a delicious treat.
My body arched as he stroked my sensitive spots. Fabian pressed the swollen
head of his penis against my most sensitive place. I thrust upward, and the pure joy of
his body inside me drove me wild.
With a growl of triumph, Fabian pistoned into me, fucking me faster and faster
until the water exploded around us.
I gasped, “What in the hell?”
Another series of gargantuan waves battered us.
We ended up facedown on the sand. Coughing up a lungful of water, I struggled
into a sitting position and carefully studied the calm seas. “Has this ever happened
before?”
“Never.”
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Through our link, I could feel Fabian mentally scanning the area. Something evil
lurked nearby.
“Yeow!” I leaped to my feet and pulled a crab off my ass. The little pincers
snapped wildly. “Mean sucker.”
Dozens of crabs surged out of the water.
Not good.
Fabian grabbed my hand. “I think it’s time we looked in the box your
grandmother sent us.”
“Great idea.” We retreated down the beach.
The crabs swarmed after us. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
“Is it me, or do they seem really pissed off?”
Alarm widened Fabian’s eyes. “Run.”
I looked over my shoulder. An enormous cloud of mosquitoes was heading right
for us. “It has to be Rossi. How many of those fucking artifacts does he have?
“Sergei has been investigating Rossi, and there are rumors he knows where
Lucifer hid the Bastille stone.”
“Whoa! The rune stone gives the owner absolute power over the hells. If Rossi got
his hands on that—”
Fabian finished, “He could take on the devil and win.”
“That does explain why Rossi is so desperate to get the medallion back.”
“Without it, he can’t open a portal into hell,” Fabian groused.
As we tore up the walkway, a flock of seagulls shit all over us.
“Goddammit! You are not ruining my honeymoon.” We bolted through the
protective wards. “Pretiosa eadem.” A sparking, crackling curtain of energy sprang up,
zapping the mosquitoes.
The earth rumbled.
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Cracks appeared in the grass.
Black smoke shot from the fissures.
“Shit! Rossi’s here.”
“I’ll go get the box.” Fabian ran into the house.
A badly battered Rossi stumbled out of the gaseous black fog.
Zap! Rossi hit the wards face-first. He staggered back; the few tufts of hair he had
left were burning nicely. He frantically patted out the flames.
Guess he wasn’t the biggest badass on the planet anymore.
“Give me the medallion, and I’ll let you live!” Rossi shouted, keeping a safe
distance from the wards.
I snorted. “Really? And I have some oceanfront property in Arizona I’d like to sell
too.”
With a shriek of rage, Rossi hurled a puny energy bolt at me. It bounced off the
wards and struck him in the chest, knocking him flat.
Fabian opened the box and pulled out the tarnished hell gate medallion. “Ready to
send him back to hell?”
“Oh, yeah. Only this time, I’m sending him directly to Lucifer’s lair.” I took the
medallion from him. “Transferam succinte potuero quilbusdam ut aiunt.”
Rossi screamed blue bloody murder as the swirling black vortex swallowed him
whole.
“Say hello to Lucifer, asshole. Transferam succinte obturo.” The vortex vanished.
“I need a drink,” Fabian commented.
One look at his shit-covered form, and I smothered a laugh. “And a shower.”
“Have you looked in the mirror?”
I gave Fabian a smooch. “Shower sex?”
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Grinning like a wild man, he swung me over his shoulder and sprinted up the
stairs. Fabian shut and locked the bathroom door.
I raised my eyebrow. “Expecting more guests?”
“With our families? I’m not taking any chances.”
“Smart man.”
Fabian turned the shower on and stripped.
My gaze locked on Mr. Happy. How did I get so lucky? I stepped under the
steaming hot water and stroked Fabian’s cock. All mine.
A groan escaped my husband. In record time, he had my bikini off, and his big,
soapy hands were caressing my breasts.
I traced the seam of his lips with my tongue.
Fabian whispered, “I love the way you feel and taste.”
“Better than chocolate?”
“Hell, yeah.”
I cupped his tight balls. “I want you inside me now.”
With a sinuous strength, Fabian lifted me.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, and his cock slid home. A moan tore from me
at the delicious stretching feeling.
“Like that?” Fabian thrust into me in a steady rhythm designed to drive me
insane.
“Oh yeah. Harder.” Every touch, every kiss twisted the coil of arousal tighter and
tighter until spikes of ecstasy roared through me.
His decadent tongue never stopped moving as Fabian pounded into me. Multiple
orgasms shook my body, and I came apart in his arms. His cries joined mine.
Someone hammered on the bathroom door. “You about done in there? I need to
take a piss!” my father yelled.
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A squeak of horror broke from me. “Dad?”
He rattled the doorknob. “Let me in.”
Fabian hollered, “Use the one downstairs.”
“Grams ate something that didn’t agree with her. She’s going to be in there for a
while.”
I slumped against Fabian. “Oh, dear God. This can’t be happening.”
Dad knocked on the door again. “Hurry up. I need to get the pig started.”
“Pig? What pig?” I suddenly had a headache.
“We’re throwing you a luau.”
“Oh. How thoughtful.”
“Serafina is bringing the hula dancers in a couple of hours,” Dad added.
“Hula dancers?” Fabian banged his head against the wall. “Unbelievable.”
Put our families together, and it was mayhem and madness. “You know, I make
one hell of a mai tai.”
“You suggesting we get drunk?”
“I am.” I wrapped a towel around me. “I’ll make sure Dad’s not armed.”
“Good idea.”
“Your guests arrive shortly, and you’re not even dressed,” Serafina groused. A second
later, a whirlwind of sparkling gold lights engulfed us. When it faded we were dressed
for a luau.
Fabian snarled, “What guests?”
The door suddenly crashed open, and my father tore past us.
“He really had to pee.” I took my husband’s hand and tugged him out of the