The Mephisto Covenant: The Redemption of Ajax (The Mephisto Covenant #1)

After that, he couldn't be sure how it happened, but she wasn't crying anymore and he wasn't thinking. At all. His hands were underneath her sweater, touching every inch of her warm, smooth skin; they were kissing like two condemned people suddenly given a reprieve; and his feeling of calm morphed into happiness so intense, he'd swear his blood was singing.

After Thursday, Lucifer will change you back to how you were before and I’ll be gone, so you’ll forget about me.” Her eyes welled with tears again. “Oh, God, please don’t cry. What did I say? Why aren’t you glad about that? It’s what you want. You said so over and over. “Jax, you’re such a…such a…guy.

Before they were done, he'd bought her tons of new clothes, underwear, perfume-because a saleslady had accosted them and he decided she definitely needed to smell like what was on that little white card-a new sketchbook, a watercolor of the Golden Gate Bridge he bought from a woman on the street, and a top-of-the-line MacBook with a pink carry case.

Come on, you guys, let's have some sugar and get along, yeah?

He'd waited a thousand years for her, and she would know him for less than two weeks.

He pressed her closer to his body for an instant, then slowly set her on her feet and stepped back, allowing her to get a look at him.

His hand around hers was strong and warm, and in spite of her confusion and hesitation, she never wanted to let go.

How to Win Friends and Influence People' Now that's just fascinating, but maybe you should read the Sons of Hell edition, 'How Not to Scare the Shit out of People and Alienate Everyone You Meet

I get it. And I guess you'd know, Mr. Gets It in the Dark with Strangers

In her red dress and black boots, she stood straight and tall, blue eyes flashing with righteous fury, breasts rising and falling rapidly. Se had never looked more beautiful.

It made him crazy, looking down into her beautiful eyes, at her creamy soft skin, knowing he couldn't touch her.

It's the worst of your sins, hating basketball when you're so damn good at it.

Jax gave him a look, and he nodded, silently agreeing he wouldn't do anything stupid. Like kiss her. Or go to her house to watch Star Trek outtakes.

Lucifer will be furious with you for failing, but it's not like he can do anything about it. Women don't always do what you want, even if you're Lord of the Underworld.

Maybe he wasn't the boy next door, maybe he wasn't even a real boy, but holy smokes, did he know how to kiss.

Phoenix sank to the desk chair and stared at her computer screen. “I don’t know. I’ve lived like this for so long, it’s who I am. Everything seems so stupid. Like, look at this girl,writing to Sasha. She’s all”—he spoke in a falsetto voice—“‘OMG!’ and ‘LOL!’ and ‘WTF?’ and ‘Girl, you should totes go out with Tyler in Telluride!’” He looked up at her.“You’re seventeen years old, and this is how seventeenyear-olds talk to each other. I’m a thousand years old, and this stuff is like alien-speak to me. If I found another Anabo,she’d be writing OMG and I’d be thinking, You’re f’ing
kidding me.

She never strayed far from him though, and if she looked around and didn't see him right away, he saw a look of panic in her blue eyes.

She tried not to slip her arms beneath his trench coat, or spread her palms across his broad, muscular back, or inhale the delicious scent of him, or rest her cheek against his hard, warm chest. She tried. And failed.

She wanted to tell him she'd never pick any of those other three billion guys, because he was all she wanted. He was her freak, and she'd love him forever.

They stood together, arms wrapped tight, listening to the wind through the pines while snow fell softly all around. This was one of those moments in life she knew she’d never forget.

He moved his head so that his lips were close to her ear. “Run, Sasha. If you can do it, run like hell and don’t look back.”

Her breath came in short little gasps. “I don’t want to run.

Was he serious? Why would she be meant for a guy from Hell? If there was such a thing as destiny, she was supposed to find a quiet, smart guy, one who wasn't over six feet tall, with midnight hair and a face she couldn't stop staring at. He'd be Russian Orthodox. Or Episcopalian. He might even be Jewish. But he wouldn't be from Hell.

You're a light in the darkness, something to give people hope.