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and the loss of her in his arms hurt—far more than Michael would have ever expected. When he moved to draw her back, she skirted out of his reach.
     

Chapter Three
    “You arrogant pig,” Tory snarled, avoiding Michael’s attempt to drag her back into his arms. What had she been thinking, rubbing against him like a cat in heat? He’d more than made his position blatantly clear. He was there for one reason and one reason only, because Ari had forced a pledge out of him. Had she no pride?
    With her body screaming for Michael to finish what he had started, obviously not.
    “Don’t come near me,” she scolded when Michael tried to follow her.
    “Then cover yourself,” he snapped.
    Tory felt her face flushing with embarrassment. In her great haste to do as ordered, Tory almost lost the tentative hold she had on the towel. She finally managed to shift it from her shoulders, securing it tightly under her arms while glaring defiantly at him.
    “I was in the shower. And you were not invited.”
    “You were not where I had left you.” Bending, Michael retrieved a black duffel bag from the floor, and after one last sweeping glance over her, he turned toward the door. “Get dressed,” he demanded over his shoulder. “Then we’ll talk.”
    Tory made a face as the door slammed behind him. Arrogant prick. But she couldn’t help noticing the bulge that had clearly been outlined in his dark jeans. It kind of surprised her. She hadn’t expected angels to be susceptible to desire.
    With the towel still clutched tightly between her breasts, she had no choice but to follow him from the bathroom. She hadn’t brought any clothing into the bathroom when she’d decided to shower. She hadn’t known she’d need to.
    “Love, you are playing with fire. Quit tempting me and cover your delectable ass or you will find yourself flat on your back.”
    Tory knew her mouth was hanging open and she lashed out to cover her unease. “Tempt you? I’d sooner rut with a donkey.”
    She watched with a weird sense of fascination as Michael arched a mocking brow before slowly stalking her across the room. Tory hadn’t even realized she’d been retreating with each step he took until her back hit the wall behind her. She was totally at his mercy now, trapped by his body. His chest pressed against hers, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.
    “Would you care for me to disprove your statement? Because I would be more than happy to, love,” he whispered, his lips inches from her own and there was something wholly dangerous about his tone. Excitement skittered across her skin.
    “I didn’t think angels were interested in sex,” Tory breathlessly said, arching her neck to avoid contact with his lips, knowing if he kissed her again, she would beg to make his promise reality. And Tory didn’t need any more complications. Her life was disastrous enough without falling in love with an angel. Deep down she sensed there would be ramifications for such an act. She was human after all, and Michael wasn’t.
    “We aren’t. Not unless it’s with our mate.” Michael stiffened for a second, frowning down at her, and Tory got the distinct impression he hadn’t meant to voice that out loud. He lowered his arms, moving back enough for her to gain release, but still she stared at him wide-eyed. Rubbing the back of his neck, he turned from her and moved toward the window. “Get dressed, Victoria.”
    He sounded in pain and Tory took a step toward him before she even realized she had done so. She halted, sighing softly. A strong impulse tugged at her, the need to give Michael comfort, but she didn’t understand it and suspected he wouldn’t accept it. She needed him to kill a demon. She shouldn’t expect anything else because she would only end up getting hurt.
    After escaping into the closet, Tory quickly dressed, hardly giving any consideration to what clothing she slipped over her body. Her comfy jeans and an old BU sweatshirt. She recognized her