Page 65 of Hell Bound

Lilith

He’s going to kill him.

Considering the amount of death I’d seen since becoming entangled in this Hell debacle, that wasn’t what concerned me.

It was the repercussions he would face when Asmodeus was presented with Odragir’s detached head and Lucifer was to blame.

Aside from the inexplicable attraction I felt to him, he’d been looking out for me as best he could since minute one.

I had to stop him before he fucked up beyond repair.

Calling out his name wouldn’t stop him before he had his claws bone deep in Odragir’s throat, so I flung my body between them.

He jerked to a halt just before he flattened me.

“Lucifer, stop.” My voice was calm, measured. Shouting would have only pushed him further toward the edge, and I wouldn’t be able to reel him back. Movement steady and slow, I raised a hand and put it on his chest.

His eyes had ignited the second he moved for Odragir, literal flames coming from darkened sockets. The wolf inside him was threatening to take him over, his chest rising and falling rapidly against my palm. Muscles rippled. The shift right on the verge.

I slid my hand up, up, up, until it rested on his cheek. Those emblazoned eyes met mine, and I could see how torn he was.

Odragir was a threat that needed to be quashed.

But he wanted me.

“I want you to come with me, Lucifer.” I stroked my thumb across his cheekbone, our gazes unbreakably locked. “Leave him, he doesn’t matter. I need you to be with me.”

The flames that licked at his lashes died down, a new fire taking their place. His beautiful blue shade was returning, I just needed to keep his focus on me.

It wasn’t hard.

He was riveted to me, and I him. I slipped my free hand into his, intertwining our fingers. Scrapes against my flesh revealed claws that had been unsheathed.

In spite of everything going on, he still noticed that slight flinch of my hand and sheathed those lethal claws.

“Let’s go,” I implored him, my tone taking on a smooth, sensuous quality I’d never be able to replicate if I tried. “I don’t want to be around him anymore.” I moved in until our chests were pressed together. “Take me from here, Lucifer.”

That finally did it. With a curt nod, he shot a look to his wolves, and they scrambled to perform some unspoken task.

Hand still firmly in mine, Lucifer made for the door.

But like the dumbass he was, Odragir couldn’t leave well enough alone.

“Enjoy your night with the king’s discarded bed warmer. Never know when it might be your last.”

“Lucifer, no!”

But too fast for my eyes to track, he had Odragir by the throat, claws biting into him again.

So fucking close, but he just had to open his damn mouth!

To my surprise, however, blood and viscera didn’t spew across the room.

“You think to threaten what’s mine, Odragir, but you forget what I know: you are not without a weakness of your own.” The grin on his face was completely unhinged, as if he enjoyed what he was saying to the bastard. “Imagine what Asmodeus would do if he learned that you’ve been bedding his favorite bitch for years.”

Odragir’s eyes went wolf, too, fire pouring from his eyes. But unlike Lucifer’s, his irises didn’t go dark.

Instead, they went pure white, the only color in them a pale moss hue, a reflection of his oddly green flames.

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