Page 96 of Hell Bound

I stroked her clit again, letting her ride my palm, and then wetness coated my hand.

She tightened around, coming with a scream.

The walls of her pussy clamped around my fingers, her body shuddering as she buried her face in my neck.

I heard her muffled voice and realized she was saying my name.

“That’s my good girl, Lily,” I said roughly, cock aching. “Keep coming for me.”

I ground the base of my palm against her clit, feeling another spasm course through her.

I would’ve happily laid in the hay all fucking day just to feel this, the forbidden touch of Lily in my arms, naked and wet.

But my senses were still attuned to our surroundings. The horses had quieted, and there was a heaviness in the air…

A breeze came through the stable windows. It carried an unwelcome scent, one that could spell the end of us both.

I tensed, practically jumping to my feet.

Odragir was coming.

“Hurry, Lily.” The fire had gone out of me, replaced with tension and dread. She had to get out of here, fast.

There was confusion in her eyes as I pulled her to her feet, quickly brushing my hands through her hair and pulling her dress shut.

My claws popped back out as my wolf prepared to fight Odragir, shredding the material even worse as I hurried to yank it back over her.

Of all the fucking times for him to come sniffing around…

She opened her mouth to question the abrupt change in my mood.

“Shh.” I held a finger to my lips. “This way.”

It was galling to admit that she—well, mostly Hana—was right. We were going to get caught if we kept this up.

I knew they were right, but the danger I’d placed her in drove the point in a way nothing else could have.

We were fortunate that Asmodeus’s curse still bound Odragir’s Spectral powers. If it hadn’t, he could have easily walked right through the stone walls around us.

His scent was strongest near the main entrance to the stable, so I pushed Lilith past the demon horses, keeping her well out of the reach of their teeth, and quietly opened a smaller door that led out the back and toward the servant’s quarters.

“Use that door and take the first stairs on your left,” I told her, and tried to push her out.

She resisted, standing her ground for a moment. After all the warnings, I was a little surprised when she grabbed my face in both hands and pressed a hard kiss against my mouth before whirling around and running for the palace.

I shut the door, flicked a bit of hay out of my hair, and strode to the main doors—

Odragir burst through, his eyes lit up pale green and his nose in the air.

“What do you want.” My tone was so flat it didn’t even come out as a question.

He stalked past me, stalking towards one of the horses.

Drawing in a deep breath, a slow smile stretched across his face. “What’s that I’m smelling, Morningstar?”

“Horseshit?” Deasley and Pypentha piled into the doorway. The youngest wolf waved a hand in front of his nose. “Then again, you might just be smelling yourself, Odragir.”

The Spectral wolf sneered at him, his head on a swivel and nostrils flared. “I smell…apple blossoms.”

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