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“Micah, we don’t have to—"

She waves her hand through the air to cut me off. “With everything going on in our lives, Esme, there is never a good time for anything, we just have to talk to each other whenever we get the chance. Life is too fleeting to wait.” She glances over to Rodyn, Ty, and Trys, then back to me. I am not sure what she’s thinking but I can only assume it’s about what Trys asked her hours ago. I still can’t believe he asked her to marry him. It was a shock. If Sam asked me today, what would I say to him? We are inevitable, regardless of a ring. In the Supernatural world we are already married to one another, our bond is soul deep.

“I am happy for you. The both of you. It doesn’t change the Tether between us. You are still mine.” She smiles knowingly. I am not going to deny myself the memory of her lips on mine, the feel of her skin, the connection between us flares to life, but instead of acknowledging it, Micah releases me. I watch her go, flexing my fingers, missing her touch, feeling the loss deep down.

“Are you not going to tell her about the High Priestess?” Sam leans down and whispers in my ear, holding me close, lending me strength as I shift my focus to him. You chose him.

“I don’t think I will. It’s nothing I can’t handle on my own,” I reply as Lucifer appears in front of the line of people at the door.

“My heirs and their guests do not wait in line. Whose head needs to roll?” His voice booms over the thumping music and the line parts like the Red Sea for us to walk through.

“But what if you need—"

“I got it, Sam,” I say through clenched teeth, not wanting to discuss it further. Micah has enough on her plate. I am not weak, my power is growing daily. I am a Seer. I will see trouble coming long before it actually happens. I pat the arm holding me and lean back into the warmth of his body.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I don’t mean to be cranky. Let’s just enjoy the spectacle because I have a feeling tonight is going to be full of surprises,” I say, tilting my head back to look at him. Sam leans down and presses his lips to mine and I want to lose myself in him. Later, I think to myself as we walk through the group of people eyeing us enviously. I guess this is the hottest ticket in the Underworld, this place is packed.

“Have you had a vision?” Sam asks curiously, eyebrows raised in question.

“I don’t need a vision. Look at all these Supernaturals under one roof. This night is bound to be memorable.” I chuckle as we move along with the rest of the group.

Let the Blood Ceremony begin.

ChapterThirteen

MICAH

This isn’t a party, it’s a den of iniquity masquerading as a ceremony. As soon as the crowd parts, the entire room comes into view. Large floor to ceiling windows form the wall in front of us, giving partygoers a view of the fiery red sky of the Underworld beyond. The entire room reminds me of a high-end skyrise penthouse, with its modern, sleek, streamlined furniture. If I hadn’t seen the palatial dark palace from outside, I would be convinced I was somewhere else entirely.

“What the hell am I seeing?” Marcus shouts over the loud music and I immediately create a silencing bubble around us to block out the noise. My magic flows through me easily, I didn’t even need to think about it too hard before I can feel it wash over everyone around me.

“Welcome to Lucifer’s party,” Bishop says to my brother. We all follow behind Lucifer as Demons, Imps, and all manner of creatures of the Underworld dart out of his way.

“I think we are more like our father than we thought,” Rodyn mutters under his breath, making Trys laugh beside me.

“Yes, the vibe of this party feels like one of our soiree’s, only times one hundred,” he replies. “I mean, there is at least one person being fucked on every surface in this room.” Trys looks around the room in awe, giddy like a kid in a candy store, head tipping back as we all take in the denizens of the Underworld in every color, shape, size, and species.

Letting Ty guide me, I let my eyes wander upward, mimicking Trys as my mouth parts in surprise at Demonesses dangling precariously above us. All of them are completely naked as they hang Shibari-style from the ceiling, but instead of ropes, there are silver chains binding them in various positions. One of them in particular is being held by a thick chain between her legs, her pussy lips spread around the large links, her poor clit bearing all her weight, making me grimace. It looks painful, but she doesn’t show any sign of discomfort as the chain spins slowly in a circle. All the Demonesses have blissful gazes. Demons standing underneath them watch them like they are art displays.

“Do you like what you see, kitten.” Ty takes my hand as we leave the last of the hanging Demonesses behind. We move into a dark hallway with large viewing windows showing rooms on either side of us. Lucifer continues walking, speaking to Bishop up ahead like the orgies taking place in each room are commonplace, and maybe they are.

I shrug. “It looks uncomfortable but if you were to tie me up, I wouldn’t say no.” I wink and his eyes light up, sending an exhilarating thrill through me at the prospect.

“Baby girl, don’t tease him, he might take you up on that offer, right here and now.” Rook appears beside me out of nowhere, making my heart flutter in surprise. I know he is off doing his Shadow Demon thing, always the spy as he checks out the place, even though I am sure he’s been here before.

I miss him by my side. Hell, I am clingy, I miss them all, even with them being right in front of me. As if reading my mind, he whispers in my ear. “I miss you too, baby girl, but Bishop gave me a job to do tonight. Don’t let all the naked bodies fool you into believing this is a harmless environment, baby. This is merely a distraction. Look past the tits and ass, stay focused, stay alert.” He kisses my cheek, lips lingering long on my heated skin as he becomes shadow once more and whisks himself away.

Ty wraps his arm around my waist, and I sigh. Content that when one leaves another takes his place. If that makes me a selfish, greedy bitch then so be it. I can’t wait until I don’t have to worry about being out of their reach and them being out of mine.

I stop outside one of the rooms, joining a few other voyeurs as all of us peer into the window like visitors to a sex zoo. Blue, green, and black mist moves over three writhing Demons, their taut muscular bodies restrained, tied down to the bed, their hips bucking, cocks hard as cum spills from their tips. Their lips are parted, heads thrown back in ecstasy as the individual’s essence flows over their sweat soaked bodies. The sight feels all too familiar. Memories of my time with Lyrik, his purple essence caressing my body in the exact same way, it makes me clench my thighs with need. I’m not going to survive the night if this is the only thing Lucifer is offering as entertainment.

Esme gasps as the Demons all start to cum in unison, their cum shoots up into the air like fountains as the three essences split and form into three beautiful women. Marcus presses his face to the window beside Sam, as if he can get a better look at what’s happening in the room. The Demonesses each take a Demon, climb on top of them, straddling their waists and slide down the weeping cocks. Yep, I can’t look away.I lean in closer, as a deep voice chuckles behind us, sending delicious shivers down my spine.

“You’re witnessing Succubi in a feeding frenzy,” he says matter-of-factly, sounding more like a commentator for a wildlife documentary. “By the looks of things, it’s almost over. Come, meus amor, I don’t feel comfortable with you watching someone else in this state.” Lyrik grabs my hand and pulls me behind him. “You may all want to come along, the ceremony will be starting soon,” he says as the others tear their eyes away from the room and follow us.

“I don’t know what I just watched, but damn, I need to up my dick game, for real,” Marcus says with a huff, making us all laugh. My brother is definitely getting a different education down in the Underworld. Maybe once HellNight is up and running again he can join me there. But I guess that will be a conversation for after all this comes to an end. That is, if we are all still alive. The thought is sobering as we approach another set of double doors that open almost immediately.

Lucifer stands in the entrance with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Ah, I see you got lost in the voyeur hall. Tantalizing, isn’t it?” Lucifer looks at me then to his sons, eyes twinkling in delight.

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