Page 35 of Hell Bound

He still had my wrist in his grasp, so his answer came in the form of my struggles ceasing.

His piercing eyes had been beautiful when they were frigid fragments of ice, but there was something about them when they were ablaze that affected me just as intensely.

The thought of those burning irises staring down at me while he had me pinned to the ground gave me ideas that I, thankfully, was too weak to dwell on.

“Good girl,” he growled, using two fingers to hold the jar without letting go of my wrist. With his free hand, he dipped three fingers inside and pulled out a glob of the disgusting concoction.

My muscles tightened and my nose scrunched when the nasty smell hit my nose. I braced for pain when he applied it to the gaping cut. Instead, I nearly buckled from the instant relief.

The pain had been so constant and deep that I only understood how bad it was once it was gone.

Confusion swept over me, a million questions burgeoning in my mind. What was that stuff, and how did it work? Was my arm healed, or did it just relieve the pain? How long would it last?

I didn’t get to ask any of them. Now that I wasn’t fighting him anymore, Lucifer made quick work of putting small dabs on the rest of my cuts that were big enough to still be bleeding.

As he moved around my body to examine me, there was no ignoring the thick shaft that hung between his legs. Every movement made it sway from side to side, and the longer I stared, the thicker it seemed to grow.

I looked down at the rippling muscle of his back and shoulders as he dropped to a knee and bent forward to work on my legs.

My view of his impressive cock was obscured by his position, and a small gasp escaped me.

Two ghastly scars formed a giant V on his back. Whatever had left those wounds should have killed him, yet here he was.

A strong, gorgeous—and rude as fuck—demon shifter who was tending to my bumps and bruises.

I was still staring down when he lifted his head and caught my gaze. The fire had dimmed, leaving his eyes blue once more, yet I could still feel the heat of the flames as he held my stare.

His erection was now in clear view, and with his head that close to my barely covered sex, he had to be thinking the same thing as I was.

It would only take a few small movements, and you could taste me…

I couldn’t tell how long we stayed like that, each lost in our own thoughts without a single word spoken. When he finally broke away, my heart was thudding so loud in my ears I didn’t hear the others approaching.

“Is she alright, Commander?” Pyp asked, her head bowed as she spoke.

Worried he’d lose his temper again?

Just how volatile was this demon?

“She’ll be fine by the time we reach the palace. Attend!” His command brought the other two wolves back to our sides, and the protective formation actually settled my nerves a bit.

It helped that this time, Killian stayed close. As we resumed the trek back to the obsidian palace, he butted his head against me every so often, whining until I pet between his massive ears.

He was so sweet, I almost forgot what hell awaited me.

Almost.

“Killian, shift.” Lucifer’s command came once we were within view of the palace, and the comfort he’d brought me disappeared just as quickly as the wolf did. Killian-the-Demon was massive in his own right, but the reassuring smile he gave me promised I didn’t need to fear him.

All at once, time moved in hyper-speed. The long walk back had allowed me to pretend that I was free.

But as we reached the black marble steps that led up to the palace entry, I was reminded that freedom was nothing but a fantasy here.

My captor leered down at me from the top of the steps.

“How many times will I have to greet you like this, dragged home like a filthy stray by my loyal wolves? How long will you keep up these futile efforts to run away?”

I was still exhausted from the ordeal, so I didn’t bother to reply and tempt his wrath. But I had an answer for him, even if it was just in my head.

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