“That’s it,” he rasped out against my pussy, sliding one long finger inside me. “Show me how much you want me. Scream. Pull my hair.”
My eyes locked with his, and he smiled. It was a wicked smile filled with promises of screaming ecstasy. His finger slid in and out of my body while he flicked his tongue to stroke my clit.
“More,” I moaned. I needed him to move his finger faster and put more pressure on my clit. I was close to the edge, dying to find my release.
“Show me how much you need this,” he coaxed, his tongue flicking my clit again.
Whimpering in frustration, I gripped his hair to push him closer. He growled against my clit before sucking it into his mouth and stroking it with his tongue. He withdrew his finger only to replace it with two fingers.
“Oh, Dev,” I moaned.
His tongue stopped, and he released my clit. When I looked down at him to complain, his expression was fierce. “Say my name.”
“Lucifer,” I breathed out.
“That’s right,” he growled. “You’re with Lucifer—the Angel of Darkness. I’m the man who’s about to make you come.”
“Yes, please make me come,” I whimpered.
Lucifer’s tongue returned to my clit, moving faster against me. My body tightened around his fingers as he continued to thrust them inside of me until I came so hard, I felt my release in every part of my body.
“Lucifer!” I screamed.
Chapter 47
Lucifer
My control snapped when Beatrice called out my name. Unable to hold them back any longer, my wings emerged from my skin. I had to be inside her. I needed to claim her as mine. Rising to my knees, I stripped out of my boxers and grabbed a condom from my bedside table.
“Oh, wow,” Beatrice breathed out. She got to her knees to watch me roll on the condom.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked with a cocky grin.
“I think you might be too big,” she admitted. “But I still want you in me now.”
I growled low in my throat. “You drive me out of my mind.”
I guided her onto her back and settled between her legs. I loved the way Beatrice squirmed beneath me, trying to get closer to my dick as her fingers stroked the tips of my wings. My entire body was aching to claim her. Reaching one hand between us, I positioned myself at her entrance, groaning as I slowly slid into her.
“You feel incredible,” I praised. “So perfect.”
She moaned as her legs wrapped around my hips, brushing against my wings.
I moved slowly in and out of her, giving her time to adjust. It had been a while since she’d had a man. In the back of my mind, I was already chanting mine. She was mine.
Beatrice rocked against me, and I increased my pace. I thrust deep and hard as she clawed at my shoulders and whimpered. My thrusts grew in intensity until the bed-frame pounded against the wall.
“Oh, goddess,” she practically screamed as she tightened around my dick.
“I’m so close, Beatrice,” I ground out. “Come for me again.”
“I can’t,” she whimpered, but I knew she could. She was almost there.
Slowing my pace, I reached between our bodies and stroked her clit. She whimpered and writhed against my fingers until the spasms of her orgasm began to move along my dick.
“Lucifer!” she screamed as she continued to come for what seemed like forever. As her spasms subsided, I gripped her ass and lifted her slightly. I slammed into her body, hard and fast, climbing toward my own climax.
Her screams echoed across the room, nearly drowning out my own shout of release. She was mine. She might not be ready to accept it, but Beatrice was mine, and I had no intention of letting her go.
Chapter 48
Lucifer
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d held a woman in my arms. For years, sex had been about finding release and nothing more. I’d definitely gotten that with Beatrice—five times. The woman was an amazing lover. There was more to it with Beatrice. I enjoyed holding her, talking to her, and simply listening to her breathe as she slept.
“What are you thinking about?” she mumbled sleepily.
“How much I love watching you sleep,” I confessed.
“You weren’t really thinking anything that sappy, were you?” she asked.
I chuckled. “No, I was actually thinking about how much I like listening to you breathe as you sleep. I’m not sure that’s any less sappy.”
“That is creepy, not sappy,” she replied. “I guess it’s a good thing you’re good in bed. If not, I probably wouldn’t put up with your disturbing interest with my sleep habits.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” I admitted. “Even though the circumstances aren’t the best, I’m still glad you’re here with me.”
“We need to discuss how this is going to work,” she began. “Who knows how long I’ll be here.”
I wanted to shout forever, but I exercised restraint. “Don’t tell me you already want to leave.”
“Stop pretending you need me to stroke your fragile ego,” she replied, giving my chest a playful swat. “We both know you aren’t lacking in confidence. I know you were worried about me giving you a chance because of who you are, but I’ve obviously agreed to give you that chance. That does not mean I’m not still mad at you for lying to me. You need to prove that won’t happen again before I forgive you.”
“Have I done a good job of making you want to stay so far?” I asked, pulling her on top of my chest.
Beatrice giggled and squirmed on top of me. “You already know you’re phenomenal in bed.”
“Phenomenal?” I asked with a grin. “Not just good. I’m phenomenal.”
“Again, I’m not stroking your ego anymore,” she reminded me.
I decided against pointing out that she’d stroked my ego by telling me I was phenomenal in bed.
“I’m serious about us needing to talk about how long I’ll be here,” she told me.
With a sigh, I let her slide off my chest. If she kept wiggling around, the only discussion we’d be having was how hard she wanted me to fuck her. That happened to be one of my favorite subjects, but Beatrice seemed determined to focus on one of my least. “You’ve been here less than a day. Why are you already talking about leaving?”
“I’m not talking about leaving, but I’m not exactly moving in with you,” she pointed out. “This is a temporary situation to keep me safe.”
Not if I had anything to say about it. “You might change your mind.”
“I might,” she agreed. “These sheets are incredible.” With a sigh, she stroked the top sheet. “I’m not sure I could leave them.”
“I’m suddenly jealous of my sheets,” I muttered.
“There’s also my job to consider,” she reminded me. “I have patients who are counting on me. I can’t stay here for more than a few days. At the very least, I’ll need to leave for my appointments.”
“Surely, you can take time off,” I argued. “You’re in danger.”
“You’re right,” she replied. “I mean you’re right about the danger. I can’t take time off. My patients need me. You said it yourself, I have a unique talent.”
“Beatrice,” I began, trying to sound patient. “Your brother is extremely dangerous, and he blames you for his time in Hell.”
“I know,” she relented. “I still can’t abandon my patients. We have no clue how long it will be before my brother is captured. Am I supposed to give up my job? I can’t do that. I don’t want to do that.”
Beatrice wasn’t going to give up her patients, and I wasn’t sure I really wanted her to. While it would be nice to keep her safely tucked away in my home, this was part of who she was. I didn’t want to change Beatrice.
“We’ll figure something out,” I assured her. “We should head down for breakfast.”
“Good idea,” she agreed. “Who knows what sort of mischief Persephone will get into if she’s left unsupervised in the demon realm.”
“Why?” she asked, sitting up and glaring at me. “You’re the one who said he’d try to kidnap her if he knew.”
“He guessed,” I explained.
“They did have an intense reaction to each other,” Beatrice said thoughtfully.
“Yes, it was unexpected,” I replied. “Hades has agreed to stay away from Persephone, at least, until we deal with your brother.”
“That’s surprising,” she mused as she stood and stretched.
I was tempted to drag her back to bed. Instead, I focused on Hades, something sure to keep my dick under control.
“I agree that his behavior is strange,” I began. “Why don’t you shower while I order breakfast?”
“You don’t cook?” she asked. “Didn’t you offer to cook dinner for me before?”
“I can cook,” I replied.
“Right,” she began on the way to the bathroom. “The Lord of Hell doesn’t have to cook.”
I chuckled and dressed before heading downstairs to arrange breakfast. While I could cook, I’d decided that traditional demon realm food wasn’t the way to win Beatrice over. Things were going well, but I still needed to convince her to stay with me even when the danger to her passed.
Piece of cake.
Chapter 49
Beatrice
I nearly tripped over the Hellhounds on my way out of Lucifer’s room. All four irritable balls of fluff were lying on the floor outside his door, gnawing on a bone. They growled as I did a quick dance to avoid stepping on anyone.
“Hey!” I began. “I’m not the one lying on the floor, waiting to be tripped on.”
“We’re small,” one argued. “We shouldn’t be blamed for being tripped over.”
“We wanted to see you,” another added.
“Don’t you want to see us?” a third asked as he batted his eyes.
“Lucifer won’t feed us until you come down for breakfast,” the last Hellhound whined.
I laughed. “So, this is all about food. You’re just hungry.” Since Lucifer had given them that meaty bone to chew on, he wasn’t starving them.
“We also like you,” the one who’d complained about food assured me.
“Why don’t you tell me your names?” I suggested. “It will make it much easier for us talk.”
They all looked incredibly similar, but there were slight differences. “We can talk to you just fine without you knowing our names,” the Hellhound with the hair clip told me.
“I’d still feel more comfortable if I knew your names,” I insisted. “You know my name. I could just call you Floppy, Curly, Tails, and Bangs.”
“Those are horrible names!” curly accused.
“Then I suppose you should tell me your names,” I replied.
“Our names are hard for most to pronounce, but you can use our nicknames, like Lucifer and Lucy do,” the one with Tails suggested.
“That sounds like a good idea,” I agreed.
“I’m Bix,” the one with the curly hair announced.
“I’m Rave,” the one with the hair clip added.
“I’m Sam,” the curly-tailed Hellhound announced.
“And I’m Tor,” the Hellhound with the longer ears stated.
“Well, it’s nice to officially meet you, Bix, Rave, Sam, and Tor,” I told them with a smile. “Let’s eat breakfast. I’m starving.”
“Because Lucifer was fucking you all night?” Tor asked.
“Tor!” Sam admonished. “You shouldn’t ask that question. Of course, he was fucking her. She’s his bitch. It’s what he’s supposed to do.”
“I’d rather not be referred to as Lucifer’s bitch,” I told the Hellhounds on our way downstairs.
“Why?” Tor asked with innocent blue eyes.
“You are his female, right?” Bix asked.
“If you’re insulting Beatrice, you’ll have no breakfast!” Lucifer shouted.
All four Hellhounds growled in response.
“Behave,” I told them. “You all know calling me a bitch was rude. You were messing with me.”
“We’d never do that,” Bix insisted.
“Evil little balls of fluff,” Lucifer muttered as he moved forward to scoop Bix up and stare him in the eyes. “Behave, like Beatrice told you.”
The others growled and glared at him. Cute as they were, the Hellhounds were irritable and demanding. One of them hurried over with something in his mouth. When he dropped it on the floor, the other Hellhounds lost interest in me and began fighting over what looked like a hand.
“Lucifer!” I screeched. “Is that a hand?”
Lucifer looked over at the Hellhounds and shrugged. “It seems to be. Don’t worry. That variety of demon can regrow their limbs.”
“What were they chewing on outside your bedroom door?” I asked.
“An arm,” Persephone replied for him, seeming much less shocked than I was. She was already seated at the breakfast table in Lucifer’s massive kitchen, cutting up something that looked like a blue grapefruit. “As soon as I came downstairs, they raced off with it.”
“It will grow back,” Lucifer assured me.
“How did you sleep, Beatrice?” Persephone asked before I could ask more about where the arm and hand had come from.
“I slept fine,” I lied before gesturing to the fruit she was cutting up. “What is that thing?”
“I’m not sure,” she admitted as she eyed the bright blue fruit. “I’m calling it a smurfberry.”
“It doesn’t look like a berry,” I remarked.
“It’s a zellafruit,” Lucifer told us. “They have a very unusual flavor. You should try it, Beatrice.”
“I think I’ll pass,” I replied.
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Persephone asked.
I shrugged. “If you find it, let me know. I don’t recall ever having a sense of adventure.”
“There go our plans to explore the Cavern of the Damned,” Lucifer said with a sigh.
“There’s no such thing as the Cavern of the Damned,” I scoffed. “Is there?”
Lucifer chuckled. “There is, and it’s beautiful in a morbid sort of way. I was joking about taking you there. It’s extremely dangerous. You’d need training to survive the trip.”
“I could always do it as a bat,” I pointed out.
He regarded me with a thoughtful expression. “You are something else.”
“This is amazing!” Persephone exclaimed around a bite of zellafruit. She moaned and swallowed before continuing. “It’s the most unusual combination of sweet and tart I’ve ever experienced. I want to try the skin.”
“Don’t eat the skin,” Lucifer warned.
“I know,” she said with a sigh. “You’ve already warned me about eating the skin.”
“Is it poisonous?” I asked.
Lucifer shook his head. “It will turn her as blue as the fruit for several hours.”
“It’s a lovely blue,” Persephone pointed out thoughtfully.
“Are you honestly considering eating it so you can turn blue?” I asked with a laugh.
“Yes,” she replied with no shame.
I shook my head at my friend’s response before a thought occurred to me. “Wait! She’s not going to be stuck in the underworld forever because she ate fruit grown here, is she?”
Lucifer laughed at my question.
“Why is my question so funny?” I demanded.
“There are tours of the demon realm specifically designed for witches,” he pointed out.
“They serve demon food on those tours?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied. “There’s a restaurant that caters to witches. I’ll take you there one day.”
“Why not today?” Persephone asked.
“That’s not the most secure area,” he explained. “We have tour groups coming and going all the time.” A thought occurred to him. “I’d better increase securit
y there. Your brother might try to reenter the demon realm with one of the tours.”
“Don’t you have a dampening spell at the entrance?” I asked.
“One like they have at The Cauldron would force him to reveal his true form,” Persephone added.
“It would force the demons to do the same,” he explained. “Revealing their true forms would be bad for the tourism business. While some can appear human when they choose to, their demon forms vary. Many are unappealing to witches.”
“What’s the plan for today?” I asked. “Do you have any idea where my brother might be hiding?”
“All evidence suggests he’s still in the human realm, but we don’t know where,” he replied.
“You should check the cabin he used before,” I suggested.
Lucifer nodded. “We’ll check it out, but it seems unlikely he’d hide there again.”
“You’re probably right,” I agreed. “I’m so hungry, the zellafruit is starting to look good.”
“Our food should be here any minute,” Lucifer assured me.
Rainer hurried into the room, looking irritated. He forced a smile when he saw me and Persephone. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, Rainer,” Persephone chirped.
I nodded. “It looks like you have a problem.”
Rainer responded with a sharp bark of laughter. “It seems that’s all I’ve got lately.”
“What’s going on?” Lucifer asked.
“You have a visitor,” Rainer replied. “One of the angelic variety.”
“Again?” Lucifer asked. “How are they getting in here?”
“It’s Azrael,” Rainer replied. “He wants to see you.”
“The Angel of Death?” Persephone gasped.
Even I gasped at the name.
Chapter 50
Lucifer
As the Angel of Death, Azrael made frequent trips to Hell, but he didn’t usually stop by for a visit. Though he wasn’t as arrogant as the other angels, he wasn’t exactly friendly.
“I’ll meet with him in my office,” I told Rainer.
“He’s actually standing outside your front door,” Rainer admitted. “I suggested your office, but you know Azrael.”
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