Rebel's Desire (Iron Portal Paranormal Romance Series) (Iron Portal Series Book 4) Read Free

willing to say and do anything to accomplish that. But with some people, their agendas weren’t so obvious. Not until you risked everything only to be betrayed in return.
    Toryn had just made it to street level when an entourage of black Towncars sped past, heading in the direction of the club.
    Could it be Reaux?
    He sprinted down the street just in time to see three vehicles turn the corner toward Aphrodistic. The neon arrow pointing the way originally advertised a gentlemen’s club, only some of the letters had been busted out, so now it read A Gentle Club .
    If he hurried, he might be able to see who got out of the cars. If it were Reaux, he’d rush the guy and take him out. Bodyguards be damned. But he hadn’t gotten more than a few steps from the alley when he heard shouts.
    Rival gangs? A turf war? He sure as hell didn’t want to get involved in that.
    He hesitated as a small hooded figure darted around the corner and headed straight for him. Based on the curves, he guessed a woman. Toryn saw a flash of red hair as she threw a glance behind her.
    It looked as if she was running away from someone or something, but he didn’t see any pursuers.
    However, if Reaux’s men were onto the warriors, this could be a trap, designed to flush them out. He reached inside his leather jacket and touched the hilt of his blade.
    When she was ten feet away, her eyes locked onto his. The panic in her expression was very real, but it quickly turned into determination. She tore off her sweatshirt, threw it behind a trashcan and flung herself into his arms.
    “What the bloody hell, woman?”
    Her whole body pressed against his. She was soft. And very voluptuous.
    “Work with me,” she whispered. “Please.”
    Then she pulled his head close and kissed him.

Chapter Two
    K eely needed to sell this kiss.
    She gave it everything she had, which wasn’t too hard given that the stranger she was kissing was smoking hot.
    With her mouth pressed to his, she ran her hands up the muscular plane of his chest, over his leather jacket, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He tasted and smelled amazing—like whiskey and mint, one hundred percent male. She’d always been impulsive, but she’d never done anything quite like this before.
    At first his mouth had been rigid, but then his lips softened and began to move against hers, his hand slipped into her hair. The guy was actually kissing her back!
    Good. It made this all the more believable.
    All she had to do was make it seem like she wasn’t the woman her pursuers were after. That woman had been alone and wearing a faded grey sweatshirt with the hood pulled up. This woman wore a blue tank top, had longish red hair that fell past her shoulders, and was engaging in some serious PDA with her boyfriend.
    Two totally different people, right? God, she hoped so.
    From the corner of her eye, she saw her two pursuers sprint around the corner. They were coming right this way.
    For a moment she questioned her split-second decision to stop running and try outsmarting them. She was desperate. She just hoped she hadn’t been too desperate.
    After discovering that Becca was missing, Keely had gone from shop to shop, trying to find someone who knew what had happened, but no one had wanted to talk. It was as if she was suddenly a leper and everyone was afraid of catching her disease. People who’d chatted her up a storm before were suddenly too busy. And it wasn’t like she could call the authorities.
    But then she’d finally found someone who would talk to her—a guy coming out of Herb Connection carrying a brown paper bag that stank of weed.
    “A tall pretty girl? With blondish hair and big—” He’d caught himself before he said tits , and instead held his hands to his chest as if he were squeezing melons.
    “Yeah,” Keely had said, dread settling over her like a shroud. “That’s her.”
    The man told her how he’d seen her get into a limo with Mr. Reaux outside the shop.
    “You’re