Judgment Day (Templar Chronicles Book 5) Read Online Free

hotel’s night manager. In exchange for a cut of her profits, the manager kept a room aside for her assignations. It hadn’t taken too much effort for Cade to dig up that room number and that’s where he was headed now.
    Room 1417 was halfway down the hall, right next to ice machine and vending area. Cade had to laugh at the manager’s pragmatism; for once, he wouldn’t have to worry about paying guests complaining about the noise from the ice machine.
    Arriving in front of the door, Cade drew a small Rubik’s Cube-looking device out of his pocket, grasped it in both hands, and gave it a sharp twist. A dull whump reached his ears as the magick embedded inside the cube activated, erecting a sound barrier around the entire room. Knowing the creature inside would detect the activation of the ward, Cade didn’t hesitate any longer, just raised one booted foot and slammed it into the door adjacent to the lock.
    The door popped open with a crack and he was through it before it even had time to rebound off the inside wall; gun up and pointed at the couple in the bed in front of him.
    He’d caught them in flagrante delicto, the woman straddling the man’s hips and rocking up and down while holding his arms against the mattress above his head. The man acted as one would expect; startled at the unexpected intrusion and then frightened when he spotted the armed gunman who was suddenly there in the room with them. He tried to sit up, but the woman refused to let him, holding him down on the bed with the strength of one hand. She, on the other hand, turned her head to glare at Cade as he came through the door, but made no move to stop what she was doing. If anything, she ground her hips down harder with every thrust, staring at him with eyes that gleamed crimson in the light.
    “Come to join us, Templar?” she asked, in a harsh, guttural voice that was far from the sweet, dulcet tones she’d used on her mark earlier in the night.
    Knowing the creature’s true nature, Cade wasn’t surprised by the sound, but the man beneath her certainly was. He kept glancing back and forth in horror between the woman straddling his body and the man holding the gun, apparently not sure which of them was the greater threat. Cade almost felt sorry for the poor bastard.
    Almost.
    “Let him up,” Cade said calmly, his gun centered on the succubus demon’s forehead.
    “No! He’s mine!”
    She kept grinding, up and down, up and down, while beneath her, her would-be victim struggled ineffectually against her hold on him. The man was terrified and while that normally would have been an impediment to sex, the demon’s magick had hold of him and normal rules no longer applied. Cade knew the victim would remain fully erect while the demon quite literally milked the life right out of him. Those that managed to survive such an encounter were never the same afterward.
    Cade didn’t care about the john or the ruin the man’s life would become after this; the man had made his bed and now he’d have to sleep in it. All Cade wanted was the information he suspected the demon was carrying in its head and he was willing to do just about anything to get it, including sacrificing the john to the cause if necessary.
    But first he’d give it one more try.
    “Either let him up or we’re going to see what hollow points filled with holy water do to that lovely form of yours. You have until I count to three. One...”
    She snarled and hissed at him, but made no move to get up.
    Beneath her, the john began shouting, “Get it off of me! Get it off!”, as his fear overcame his reason. He wasn’t going to last much longer, Cade knew.
    Cade said, “Two...”
    The demon open its mouth and shrieked, the sound like a thousand babies chewing on glass and screaming at the same time, but Cade didn’t even flinch. He was used to such things and his unique nature kept him from being affected by the fear she was trying to induce. Nor was he worried about anyone else