Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

joints cracked and clicked, moving in odd directions as if they were dislocated. Legs extended forward past arms, and they seemed to fold the wrong way. Their faces were rotting, bone exposed in places, fur covering some. And their whole bodies seemed to be oozing, noxious liquid that coated their skin.

Not to mention their expressions!

They looked mad, hungry and out of their minds. When they got within view, they started making noises. And she used all her energy to stay standing, and to avoid throwing up.

The guy holding her twisted her back around, and thrust his body in front of hers. It gave her a view of a broad, muscular back covered with knives, but it would do little to stop the hundreds of creatures from devouring them whole.

And whatever he took out of his pocket probably wouldn’t do the trick either.

After a click, he started talking, “Death? Have a hoard of Lessers you need to deal with. Clean up on isle one.” He sounded…excited?

What was he talking about? Was he actually talking with someone? Was someone else down here? And, was the only answer that came through a grunt?

Oh, heck. They were screwed.

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The lady was seriously smoking. If only she wasn’t cowering behind him.

Oh hell, Adrian liked that she was trusting him to keep her safe. And safe he would keep her. At least, from other people.

She would have no defenses against him. Just as he liked it.

He would love to show her his battle prowess, but now wasn’t the time. He could get too caught up in the fight and forget he was protecting someone at all.

He just liked to fight too much.

He enjoyed the blood, guts and butchery. He enjoyed cutting things through with his sword. He even liked the look of terror on other people’s faces. If that meant that he was a sadist. Well, fuck! He’d have to agree.

But he hated having to duck in this itty bitty tunnel in order to avoid hitting his head.

This happened to be the worst Hellgate. Well, that wasn’t true. The one that came out under water was bad. And the one that went through a volcano. But still this ranked up there.

The damn Hoard Lesser Demons would need to go through him, even when climbing on the ceiling.

“Come on hot-stuff, let’s get out of here!”

But she wasn’t listening. She was too busy staring at the Lesser Demons climbing the walls. Yeah, always an impressive feat. He was sure that if given a set of stairs, they’d all try to go up backwards like the little girl in that one movie. They were freaky little shits, but one of the easiest to kill.

The reason being that they were low on the totem pole. And low on intelligence. They acted sort of like animals. Starving animals on crack. Okay, so maybe rabies was a better term. Either way, they were mad and liked to swarm things without thought of cunning or strategy. And they often didn’t know when to retreat.

And as much as he disliked the idea himself, he was going to have to leave the battle early.

Well, as soon as he could get the hot piece of ass behind him to follow.

She seemed more than happy to stay right where she was. Which was well and fine if they weren’t about to be attacked by a thousand Lesser Demons.

“Lady, kick your ass into high gear. We need to skedaddle.” He said, trying to move to the side again. But she clung to his back, keeping him rooted to the spot.

Yeah, this was fucking great. He got stuck with a woman who had nothing between the ears, and no survival instincts in her whole, gorgeously made, body.

He was never picky before, but hell. It’d be nice to tap someone that had something in her brain. That’d be a fun change of pace. People would say that he couldn’t afford to be fastidious in Hell. But he could be as picky as he fucking wanted to be! He could always go up from any Hellgate and pick up a woman. Actually, he did that all the time. Women flocked to him.

Apparently he had that dangerous edge that attracted women. They loved that shit. He could also give them what they wanted.

His radio clicked twice, a sign that the cavalry would be on its way.

Damn, he was so fucking glad that he had tricked out these walkie-talkies. Normal technology didn’t work down in Hell. Nothing strongly mechanical would function. He had no idea why, but maybe it had something to do with keeping these beasties in line.

Not that it helped really.

Adrian took a step back, pushing the woman back with him.

She meekly followed. Which was good. Seemed like the luscious lady had a submissive side.

He had a suspicion earlier, when he had tackled her. She had been turned on. He could see her pupils dilate and her breathing get faster. Sure, those were both fear responses, as well. But, her beaded nipples didn’t lie.

The Lesser Demons continued to move forward, their pace never changing. Their movements always bizarre.

Come on, any time now, Death.

They were running out of room to retreat. Their backs—okay her back—was pressed up against the rock wall where the Hellgate was located. But they could still get to her. The fuckers could climb from the ceiling.

And they just kept coming.

Fuck-cupboard, he’d have to kick some ass.

There wasn’t any rest for the wicked, which was for damn sure. “Alrighty then.” He muttered. His favourite knives would see action after all! They were curved and double sided. Real beauts. They sliced through things like butter. Could gut a Demon in a second.

But there was a screech.

It came from further down, the other end of the tunnel.

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