#NewRelease and #Naughty Excerpt from Wicked Fantasies by Siren Allen.

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One look was all it took.

Their eyes met and at that moment, she knew she’d have to kill him.
He’s Jackson Nolan, a playboy demon. She’s Tinsley Dubois, a demon-killing witch. Killing him should be easy. Problem is, there’s a chance he might be her mate. And every time he stares at her, she has an insane urge to show him that she can be just as wicked as he is.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t have time for that. The world is falling apart around her. To save it, she has to do what she was created to do: kill Jackson and his brothers. But, when allies become enemies, Tinsley realizes that Jackson may be the only one she can depend on.

He’s never wanted a mate.
And though he’s found his, his feelings hadn’t changed. He doesn’t want Tinsley as his life partner. But, he’d gladly accept her as his mistress. Underneath him, she won’t be able to kill him and his brothers like she’s prophesied to do. Underneath him, she won’t be able to lead her squad of dark angels to his doorstep.
Underneath him, she won’t be able to utter curses that could destroy him and his inner beast. However, when he finds her all alone, bruised and battered, having her under him is the last thing on his mind. He wants to protect her, avenge her. He wants to destroy those who seek to hurt his witch. Even if it means destroying those he once called friends.

Finding a mate hadn’t been his plan. Now that he’s found her, he’s not letting her go.
Problem is, how does he convince a demon-killing witch, that he’s a demon worth loving?

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“I want to be left alone, Jackson.”
“Not entirely true. What you want, is me and my brothers’ dead.”
“True,” she whispered.
That stung. More than he was willing to admit.
“Which is why I can never leave you alone, witch. I have to keep my eyes on you. My brothers’ safety depends on it.” Plus, he liked looking at her.
“Can we please call a truce for tonight?”
“Yeah right. Why? So, you can teleport out of here?”
“I don’t teleport. I portal jump. And right now, I’m too weak to do that.”
She can’t run from us. That should make me happy. It doesn’t. Our witch is weak. Vulnerable to the angels.
“Fuck,” Jackson mumbled under his breath.
“Must you curse so much?”
“Must you curse so little?” He countered before sighing. “This portal jumping shit you do, it’s linked to your health?”
“Sort of. When I’m weak, my magic is weak.”
She’s like us. If we don’t feed soon, we’ll grow weak. We’ll become a danger to everyone around us. Including our witch.
His beast was right. He needed to feed. Soon. And feeding on his mate was out of the question. She was still pissed at him for the last time he’d bit her.
Not our fault. Her scent had… overwhelmed us.
“No excuses. We fucked up. Lost control. Never again.”
“If I let you shower and rest, for this night only, I require something in return.”
“I am so not having sex with you,” she glared over her shoulder at him.
Damn, he loved her eyes.
You mean ass?
“No demon, I mean eyes.”
Oh. Yeah. Her eyes are nice.
“If you’re asking for sex in exchange for a night of rest, the answer is no, demon.”
“I didn’t ask you for sex witch, this time. But, I’m ready whenever you are. Right now, all I’m asking is that you let me look at you.”
“You’re already doing that.”
“I want to see all of you.”
“Uh, I’m butt ass naked, demon.”
I love it when she curses.
“Me too.”
“Turn around, Tinsley. Face me. Let me look at you. Then I’ll leave. And you’ll be safe from me for twenty-four hours.”
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Twenty-four whole hours? Not just for tonight?”
Jackson nodded. After following her all over the states for weeks, he already knew how her mind worked. Currently, she was thinking about how far away she could get from him in twenty-four hours.
He didn’t let his grin show. No matter where she went, as long as she had the backpack, he’d be able to find her. Easily. He’d hoped to get better acquainted with her tonight. And by that, he meant, he’d hoped to put his dick in her tonight. He would have to wait a bit longer.
“All I have to do is turn around?” She asked shyly.
That shy shit turns me on.
“Since when?”
Since her.
“Turn around witch. I promise not to touch.”
With a long drawn out breath, she finally turned around.
“Put your hands down.”
Inhaling deeply, she dropped her hands before exhaling slowly. Jackson stepped forward. She retreated further.
“You said no touching.”
“Not touching, witch,” he growled.
“Your eyes have turned black.”
“We won’t touch.”
“When you say we, you mean you and the monster inside of you?”
Tell her I’m no monster.
“You kind of are.”
Fuck. Tell her I’m not that bad of a monster.
“Yes,” he told her. “Me and my monster.”
Stop scaring her.
“How does it feel having a monster inside of you?” She asked.
A devilish grin crept across his face. “You’ll find out soon.”
She shook her head. “Can you be serious for a second?”
“I cannot. Now be quiet, while I stare at you.”
“Rude.”
“Sometimes.” His eyes roamed over her flesh. Every wet inch that he could see.
Need to see more.
“Agreed.”
The water, that was now lukewarm, fell over his clothed body as he knelt down in the tub.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“Looking. Put your foot on my shoulder.”
She laughed. The sound was a mixture of shock and hysteria. “No. Nope. Hell no. Get up.”
“Do you want twenty-four hours of peace or not?”
“You suck.”
“Not tonight.”
“Ugh. Let’s get this over with.” She placed her foot on his shoulder.
His hands twitched. Both he and his beast was struggling to keep their hands to themselves. Her body was curvy as hell. She was attractive in her clothes, which was often times loose fitting.
Naked, she was a work of art. Jackson’s gaze trailed from her sculpted legs up to her hips that flared out. Her stomach was flat and her breasts were plump and beautiful with their brown nipples that was slowly hardening under his gaze.
“What happened to your chest?” he growled.
She stared down, hand going to the scars on her chest. “It was an accident.”
“That don’t look like an accident. Did the angels do that to you?”
“No. It was… my pet.”
“You’ve got a pet?”
“I do. Maybe you’ll get to meet him one day.”
“Maybe you should stay away from him. Why haven’t you healed? You’re a witch.”
“I’m weak, which is why I need to rest.” She rolled her eyes. “Are you done staring?” Her voice was raspy.
“No. Does your chest hurt?”
“No.”
“Good.”
The thought of her in pain didn’t sit well with him. If he could destroy this pet of hers, he would. He had a feeling she wouldn’t like that. His gaze travelled up to her slender neck. He wanted to bite her.
He’d only had one taste of her, but that had been enough to hook him. He often dreamed about drinking her blood as he fucked her. In his dreams, she didn’t call him a Brother Of Calamity. She called him by his name. She screamed it, all night long.
Hungry, his demon snarled.
Jackson ignored him. There was one more spot he wanted to stare at. A spot he’d purposely skipped over in his initial perusal.
“Open your legs… just a little.”
She hesitated.
“Twenty-four hours of peace is almost yours,” he reminded her.
She obeyed, eyes going to the ceiling. “Hurry up. It’s getting cold.”

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