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If we wanted to make it out together and alive, Hana was right. Love had blinded me once, and look at where we were now.

This time, I could not afford mistakes.

The pack was waiting for me when I returned to the wolves’ quarters, and I strode into them in stormy silence, ready to face another round of bullshit.

Another night of keeping my temper in check, another dinner where I sat at a table and pretended I couldn’t see her at all.

But every waking moment, she was all I saw.

Chapter21

Lilith

Itried to listen to Hana.

I truly did.

And I failed miserably.

Since opening up to Lucifer and accepting what was between us, I’d been inexorably drawn to the handsome demon.

If he wasn’t in my sight, he was on my mind and I was contemplating ways to sneak off for a moment alone with him.

Luckily, there’d been only a few opportunities for a stolen kiss here and there. A brief caress of his fingers along mine when he passed me in a hallway.

It was all I dared to risk, and it was not nearly enough.

I had some idea of what might be happening to me, but the logical, human-born side of me refused to accept the possibility.

Did my refusal really matter? It wouldn't change who I had been before my life as Liliana Martinez.

Because I had been a succubus.

And that meant that I still was one. Right?

Ever since Lucifer and I had shared those intimate moments, an insatiable desire had grown inside me. No matter how many orgasms he had given me, or how close we had come to actual sex, there was this blinding need that was never fully satisfied.

So many times when I was all alone in my room and thinking about him, I would touch myself.

Eyes closed, I would imagine that it was his large, calloused hands running over my body, tweaking my nipples, and tonguing my clit.

It didn't help. Even if I managed to achieve orgasm, I would only find myself more frustrated than when I had begun.

Thishadto be because of my succubus nature. I had never felt like this among humans, but that was before I had a well-hung demon to awaken this side of me.

It has been difficult enough to accept that I had been here in Hell in previous lives, but given the evidence, there was no denying the truth.

Accepting that I was my own special brand of demon was something else entirely.

I wanted to ask Hana a million questions, but any time I was about to broach the subject, that was always the moment that Tavila walked in.

That abysmal bitch had terrible timing.

Or the best, if you asked her.

Speak of the skank.

It was honestly too bad that Tavila was the fucking worst. Hana was sweet and my connection with her was growing stronger every day.

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