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slammed into each other trying to reach him. A quick reach and grab had dumbass number one flat of his back and Malachi's blade buried in his chest before dumb and dumber could palm their own weapons.
    Accustomed to fighting alongside Laziel, Malachi surged to his feet spinning right. He felt the rush of air against his skin as the angel covered his back taking the Nephilim on the left. Bloodlust colored Malachi’s vision giving everything a pink tinge. The Nephilim feinted right, a sad attempt to draw Malachi away from Laziel. With a sneer Malachi followed him, stalking the poor bastard like prey. The half breed leapt at him, sword swinging in an arc from right to left. Malachi’s knees crashed into the pavement and he bowed backwards dodging the blade. Faster than the male could track, Malachi buried his knife in the bastard’s belly and twisted, driving the blade through internal organs before slamming the spasming body onto the ground and yanking his blade free. As they rotated positions, the fingers of his other hand grasped the long blond hair and jerked brutally. The snap of the Nephilim’s neck crackled loud in the quiet alley.
     In less than a minute, Malachi and Laz stood back to back barely winded. In rapid succession, the three Nephilim burst into flames and turned to ash disappearing before their eyes.
    “Damn that was too fast, must have been new.” Malachi holstered his blade and turned to face the angel. In one glance, the fight left his mind completely. Fueled by the adrenaline whispering through his system, wanton lust pumped heated blood into his cock. The angel’s eyes dropped to his hips and Malachi felt the burn of Laziel’s molten gaze.
    “Keep looking at me like that, and we won’t make it to the bordello.” A look of potent desire crossed Laziel’s face, making Malachi’s now fully engorged shaft throb with need. Laziel reached for him, cupping the bulge tenting his trousers. A purr rippled into the air. As it always did, Laziel’s touch ignited his flesh flushing everything from his mind except the feral need to be inside the angel thrusting deep and hard. He knew his sexual proclivities were not the norm, but the angel accepted him, relished his touch, and withstood all that Malachi offered.
    “Laz,” he groaned in warning. In response, the warm wet slide of the angel’s mouth running up along his throat nearly snapped what was left of Malachi’s control.
    “Well, well, what have we here? I would have sworn vampires and angels were enemies.” The malevolent voice snapped the two of them apart. At the opposite end of the alley, another Nephilim stood, feet braced wide apart. Compared to the four they'd just dispatched, this male stood head and shoulders taller and was twice as broad. The fucker was big, bigger than any Nephilim they'd encountered before. Malachi stepped forward, fangs flashing in the streetlight.
    “Looks like someone's been drinking steroid tea, Lachi. I think he overdosed. Bet his dick's the size of the spoon he used to stir it.”
    Malachi's disdainful laughter bounced off the bricks of the buildings around them.
    “You must be Laziel. I've heard of you. The Seraphim with a sad addiction to his vampire. And that makes you, the vaunted vampire King. Funny, I pictured you differently, not quite so... scrawny.”
    The lit fuse of Malachi's temper reached detonation. He projected himself to the end of the alley, but his arms closed around thin air. Above him, the newcomer smirked, his large wings holding him aloft. The smirk didn't last long. Airborne as well, Laziel barreled into him slamming the male hard into the brick building across the street. Dust and bits of brick rained down on the parked cars. Alarms screamed as the sonic boom of their impact radiated outward. They grappled hand to hand.
    “Don't kill him, Laziel. We need answers.” With great reluctance, Laziel let go. The Nephilim slid down the wall leaving feathers in cracks in the brick. Laziel