Wrath

by LJ Baker

  “So you’re not in a hurry to get back?” Luc took her jacket and soaked in the sight of her.

  She was dressed in a tight black top that showed off just enough of her cleavage, but promised so much more, and dark jeans that hugged her ample curves in exactly the right way. Luc knew what she had under the clothes, but something about the hint of mystery, the anticipation of what was to come, got him every time.

  “Not in a hurry at all.” Her eyes fell on the waistband of his pants and her mouth curved into a smile. “Okay, maybe a little bit of a hurry.”

  She was impatient, needy, and he liked that about her. There was a small part of him that wanted to take his time, savor her for what would likely be the last time they were together in that way, but he knew better. Sex was never lazy, or exploratory, with Ronnie. It was hard and fast. Two bodies taking what they needed from one another and giving back in return.

  He half expected her to start pulling off her clothes at any second. Not that he would complain. He certainly wouldn’t. She had a great body and he couldn’t get enough of it.

  “Would you like a drink?” He raised a brow and motioned for her to join him at the bar. It was the one way he might be able to slow her down, keep her his for a bit longer.

  She nodded and followed him, sat on one of the stools, and crossed one leg over the other. He poured them both bourbon. It was his choice, not hers. She wasn’t picky. Ronnie would drink just about anything given to her and could knock them back with the big boys.

  Another thing he liked about her.

  “Nice tattoo.” She pushed his barstool around to take a better look at the wings on his back. “That must have taken a long time.” She ran her fingers over the intricate design, exploring each feather down his back.

  “Not as long as you might think.” Luc smiled as he spun back around to face her. The wings on his back weren’t exactly made of ink, but he wasn’t about to explain it to her. If she’d been the one, his true love, they’d have to have that conversation eventually. But she wasn’t, so she never needed to know the truth.

  At least, he didn’t think she was. There was still something different about the way he felt about her, but their time was up, and he would move on to the next sin soon.

  “I start the new job on Monday.”

  “I heard. You will be missed here.” Luc meant it and it surprised him more than he would have thought it would. Since she wasn’t his true love, he thought he’d have no trouble saying goodbye, but he was wrong.

  “So I guess this is goodbye?” Ronnie asked and took a sip of her bourbon.

  “No. This is us having a drink. Goodbye will be a little more… naked.” The corner of Luc’s mouth came up into a smile and she matched it.

  “I like naked goodbyes.”

  “As do I.” Luc hooked his foot into the bottom of her stool and dragged her closer. Her eyes settled on his mouth, leaving him to wonder all the wicked things her mind could come up with.

  “Then why are we sitting here drinking and not over there in your bed?” She motioned behind them with her head and brought her eyes up to peer at him through her lashes.

  “Maybe I want to take you right here, on the bar.”

  “Okay, let’s do that.” Ronnie gulped down the last of her drink and turned to face Luc.

  He hadn’t really wanted to jump right into the sex, but with her looking at him like that, how could he do anything else?

  Luc stood and pulled her up with him. He tugged her shirt out from where it was tucked into her jeans and pulled it over her head. She skipped the bra, which he approved of, and stood before him in her jeans, with her tits rising and falling in quick succession with her breath. She was magnificent. That much couldn’t be denied. A small part of him was disappointed that she wasn’t his true love, because he could get used to waking up to that rack every morning.

  “You really are beautiful.”

  “You just like my boobs.” Ronnie snorted.

  “True. I do like them, but regardless, the rest of you competes just fine.”

  “Well then, let’s get to the rest.” Ronnie reached down to undo her jeans, but Luc stopped her. He wanted to be the one to take them off her. For one last night, her body was his, and he wanted to strip her, fuck her, and leave her with the best memory of her life.

  Before going to work on the rest of her clothes, he reached over the side of the bar for a remote, clicked a few buttons, and loud music filled the room. Ronnie wasn’t the kind of girl for soft, romantic tunes. She liked her music the way she liked sex, hard, fast, and angry.

  She smiled at his choice and leaned one hand on the bar while he went about undoing her jeans. Luc pushed the thick denim over her hips one slow millimeter at a time. He squatted, so his face was level with her pussy as he slipped the jeans past it. The scent of her arousal was enough to get him hard, but whether she liked it or not, he was going to take a little time with her. At least for as long as he could.

  With her usual impatience, Ronnie tried to wriggle free of the jeans, but Luc stayed on course, inching them past her knees, and down to her ankles. Before allowing her to step out of them, he leaned in and dipped his tongue into her, swiping it over her swollen clit. She grabbed his hair, yanking hard to pull him into her, but he pulled back and helped her out of the rest of her clothes.

  It wasn’t the first time he’d had her standing in front of him naked, but it was the first that she looked vulnerable. Normally comfortable in her body, she swayed, avoiding eye contact. When he tried to lift her chin to look at him, she reached for his pants, to even the playing field. He allowed it, but getting him naked would be as far as he would permit her to rush them.

  Once she had his pants in a heap on the floor, she stepped back to look over him in his boxer briefs. His cock strained to be free of the barrier, but it amused him to watch her taking the moment to enjoy the view. But that was all it lasted. She stepped forward and pushed them down, motioning for him to step out of them.

  Luc did as instructed, then pulled her to him. With their bodies pressed against one another, he slipped his hand behind her head, and pulled her mouth to his. The kiss was rough and demanding, typical for her, and he enjoyed every moment of it. When their lips broke, he lifted her up and laid her down on the bar. She didn’t resist, but she shot him a curious look.

  “Mmm. Better than an aged whiskey, or the finest bourbon.” Luc ran his fingers over her, from her neck, across her shoulder, down past her nipples, and over her belly. He stopped just after crossing her pubic bone and hovered over her clit. His fingers tingled with the need to touch her, to feel her slippery wetness, and spread it over her.

  Ronnie shifted and wiggled, as her impatience grew. But Luc wasn’t about to give in. He would enjoy her first this time. After one more moment of anticipation, he slipped one finger over her, gliding over her clit, and dipped inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him, and he groaned in response.

  With her naked and laid out before him, Luc tumbled through the options in his head. She would only put up with waiting for so long. He had to keep her attention. And he had to taste her, one last time. Luc climbed onto the bar with her, positioning himself between her legs, and hooked her legs over his shoulders. She squirmed under him, trying to force his face down into her pussy. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them at her sides, and took a deep breath of her delicious scent.

  Ronnie arched her back, trying to bring them together, but he refused her the contact. Not until she begged would he give her what she ached for.

  “Luc, please. I need your mouth on me.” Her voice was rough and desperate. It was all he needed to hear.

  Luc buried his face into her, sucking her clit into his mouth, and swirled his tongue over the swollen nub. Her sweet cream coated his face and drove his need. He released one wrist and pushed two fingers into her. When she grabbed his hair and pulled him harder against her, he added a third finger, stretching her wide as he worked her clit with his tongue.
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br />   It didn’t take much to get her close, and he considered holding her off, just so he could enjoy her longer. Instead, he relented, flicking his tongue over her clit in quick succession, until she tensed and screamed his name with her release.

  Luc pulled back, but kept his fingers inside her, thrusting slowly, and milking every last bit of her orgasm from her. Her head was back and her eyes closed, with a small smile on her lips. The sight of her like that made Luc want to dive back in for round two, make her come until she passed out from the pleasure. His cock jumped in response, asking politely for its turn.

  Ronnie lifted her head and looked at him through her lashes. “That was… amazing.”

  Luc flashed her his crooked smile and let it speak for him. He knew from the month with her, that even though they were compatible, Ronnie probably wasn’t his soul mate. But he was going to miss her. It was a strange feeling for him, something he wasn’t used to, and he wasn’t sure how to process it.

  “Are you going to fuck me now, or what?” Ronnie’s words pulled Luc back to reality and he nodded.

  “I most definitely am going to fuck you.” He climbed up her body, lifting her legs with him so he could enter her at the deepest angle possible.

  With her ankles around his neck, Luc positioned himself against her scorching hot pussy. He circled her clit with his thumb a few times, making her twitch and squirm from the sensitivity of her recent orgasm, then slammed into her with full force. A shot glass down further on the bar fell and shattered on the floor from the force of it, but neither paid much attention to it.

  One hard thrust after another, Luc fucked her with everything he had. He timed his rhythm with the song that thumped out over the expensive stereo system. It would be the last time he was inside her, the last time he felt her clench around him, and the last time he heard her scream out his name as she exploded around him.

  And he would never forget a single moment of it.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “The month is up. What’s the verdict?” Azrael slipped onto the barstool and motioned for Harley to get him a drink.

  “It doesn’t work that way, Az. He’s not supposed to make a decision until he has a chance to get to know all seven girls.” Harley filled a glass with the expensive whiskey Az liked and slid it toward him.

  “I don’t need six more girls to know that Ronnie Falcon isn’t the one. Don’t get me wrong, she is a great girl, and we had a lot of fun together, but there’s no love connection there.” Luc finished his own drink and pushed his glass at Harley for a refill. “At least not that this point in her life.”

  “I have to say, you really surprised me with this one, Lucifer,” Az said. “The way you took care of that girl and helped out those kids, it was sweet, but it worries me. I think you might be losing a bit of your edge with this whole looking for love thing.”

  Luc snapped his fingers and Az started choking and gasping for air. Harley snorted, enjoying Az without his typical smirk and arrogant attitude before Luc released him. It felt good to use his powers again without hiding it from Harley.

  “Not funny, Lucifer.”

  “Actually, it was hilarious.” Harley poured both men another drink and pushed each in their directions.

  “Pretty sure I still have my edge, Azrael. You think that because I want love in my life that I am weak, or soft, unable to be the king of the underworld? But I think that being like you, roaming aimlessly, from bed to bed, never having anything real in my life, is what will lead to all of that.” Luc took a long pull off his drink and put the glass on the bar.

  “I’m not against you, brother. Father may have issues with you, but I have always been on your side. We may not agree on how some things should be handled, but I would never argue that you aren’t perfect for your place in Hell.” Az’s eyes dropped in apology.

  “Yeah, well dad can be a bit of an ass sometimes.” Luc draped his arm over Azrael and gave him a squeeze. Az really was his favorite brother.

  “Okay boys, if you two are done professing your love for one another, how about we get started on picking the next sin?” Harley whipped a bar towel across each of their heads, then used it to wipe up the whiskey that spilled when she’d poured their last drinks.

  “I still say we introduce him to Patience,” Az said. “She is an amazing girl… and damn, what a body.”

  “I’m not dating a girl named Patience. I don’t care how hot she is.”

  Harley rolled her eyes. “Sin first, guys. What about lust?”

  “Too predictable,” Az said. “How about gluttony? I want to see Lucifer paired up with one of those girls who participate in hot dog eating contests. Oh! Like the one in Coney Island. I love hot dogs. We could go out there for a vacation and check out the locals.”

  “You’re a little too excited for this, Az. And no. I’m not interested in a chick with wiener breath.” Luc curled up his lip and imagined the kind of girls he might find at a hot dog eating contest.

  “Okay, I sort of agree with Az on this one, Luc. I think gluttony is a good choice, though seriously, no hot dog girl. I’m going to have to give this one some thought.”

  “Fine, gluttony it is. But you both realize that gluttony isn’t just about eating. It refers to an overindulgence in either food or drink, and can technically include any number of excesses. So a horny little alcoholic also qualifies.” Luc took a gulp off his drink and motioned for another refill.

  “Then you two should get along great,” Harley said with a raised eyebrow as she poured what was probably Luc’s tenth drink of the evening.

  “I’m the king of Hell. I get to break all the rules.”

  “You always were a rebel.” Az snorted.

  “Yes well, that’s why Dad tossed me out of Heaven.”

  Az shrugged. “You aren’t missing much. Everything is all perfect and paradisical, wait, is that a word? Paradisey? Whatever.” Az finished off his drink and turned the glass over. He never could handle his booze as much as he thought he could. Though to be fair, he had probably drank his weight in alcohol in the last hour. “But, it’s just so boring. I mean, what are you supposed to do up there if you can’t be angry, lazy, prideful, greedy, gluttonous, envious, or lustful? Especially lustful… I mean, what is with that?”

  Luc slapped Az on the back. “It’s okay brother. You can always come down here and get your fill. Father doesn’t need to know what you’re up to. And if you ever want to get really crazy, come visit me in Hell.”

  “Like you’re ever there lately,” Harley pursed her lips and raised her brow.

  “I’m there at least once a week. What do I have minions for, if I can’t delegate when I need to?”

  “How about to keep the locals in their place?”

  “I get it, Harley. You are worried about an uprising. But I’m not. I have things under control. You’re going to have to trust me. You know, the way you’ve asked me to trust you with this game?”

  Harley sighed and nodded. “You’re right. I do trust you.”

  “So, gluttony… when do we get to see the pick?” Az swayed on the barstool and stumbled to his feet. “Maybe I need to come up with some picks too. You didn’t do so great with wrath. I bet I could come up with a better girl.”

  “You need to just worry about walking right now, Az. Why don’t you go lay down in back.” Luc put a hand on Az’s shoulder to steady him before he ended up face first on his clean floor.

  Az eyed the redhead from a couple weeks ago across the bar and smiled. “I think I’ll do just that.” He stumbled over to the girl and whispered something in her ear to make her laugh.

  Probably that he was an angel, or a sex god, or something like that.

  After a few moments, she got up and followed him in back, no secret what she had on her mind.

  “How does he do that?” Harley shook her head and turned back to Luc.

  “Get girls to agree to sleep with him in less than five minutes?”

  “No, get them to act like it
was all their idea to begin with.”

  “It’s an archangel thing.” Luc smiled. “So, gluttony, huh? Should I be worried about this?”

  “I’m not going to pick a competitive eater,” Harley deadpanned.

  “That’s not what I meant. I mean, thank you for that, but still.”

  “If you don’t trust me, we can amend the game to include a second girl, one of Azrael’s choosing. I think it’s a mistake, but if that’s what you want?”

  “No one knows me better than you, Harley. And Ronnie was a great girl, she really was. Maybe she wasn’t right for me, but not because I couldn’t fall for someone like her. I think I could, but it just wasn’t the right timing for her and me.”

  “Well that’s why you get seven chances.” Harley smiled. “We’ll find the right one for you.”

  “Or Cupid gets called in.” Luc rolled his eyes. “I can’t stand that ball sac. He’s such an egotistical piece of shit. I think I might rather be alone forever.”

  “We won’t have to call in Cupid. Though I did forget to tell you, he even called me a couple days ago. He said he just wanted to check in, see how everyone was, but I wasn’t buying it. I don’t trust that little prick.”

  “Neither do I.”

  Though Cupid wasn’t little, in any sense of the word. Lucifer was the one who spread around the rumors that Cupid was a diaper-clad baby, flying around shooting arrows into people’s asses to force them into love. None of that was true, but Luc didn’t like him.

  Cupid was from a time when higher humans, or lower angels as they preferred to be called, liked to refer to themselves as Gods. Father put up with them for a time, allowing them to rule over the lesser humans, basically, the humans around today, until they caused too much havoc. After that, they were banished from Earth and normal human existence. Though some were allowed to keep their jobs and remain attached to the Earthly realm. Cupid was one that was allowed to stay.