Page 1 of Witch's Exile
Prologue
JEZEBEL
Ilaid my head across my lover's thighs, spent and satiated. His fingers traveled through my hair and across my neck, sending goosebumps along my naked skin.
Ash let out a deep, contented sigh as I massaged the taut muscles in his legs, relishing in the little alone time we had left.
"Are the two of us really not enough for you?"
I looked up to his hooded, post-sex gaze and saw a tiny smirk. One of those rare occasions that he let his guard down to tease me.
"It's not that you and Sal aren't enough." I raised my head off his legs and slid up his torso to nestle against his side. "It's just that I'm a greedy bitch."
He huffed out a laugh and kissed me as he pulled me against his muscular chest. "We get a new version of you every human lifetime, so I don't think we're in any position to complain." His expression turned serious as he gently stroked my face. "But I know you better than anyone, my love. I can tell something is missing for you."
I wanted to protest, to tell him no, you're wrong. You're a fallen fucking angel and objectively the most beautiful being I've ever set eyes on. And what's more, you're mine for eternity. I'll die and be reborn in a new body and you'll always be here and perfect, waiting for me.
But my fallen angel was also brilliant and he could see right through me.
"It's not about orgasms, or feeling like you don't love me," I mumbled, trying to articulate my feelings. "Lucifer knows how happy you both make me. It just... feels like there's an itch that none of us can scratch. I don't know how else to explain it. You understand, don't you?"
"I think so, even though you do satisfy every need of mine." He kissed my nose. "Makes sense that a princess of Hell would require a trinity," he teased.
"Stop." I slapped his chest playfully. "I'm no princess." In the human world at that time, I was a queen so I was technically correct. However, I was also not a demon and fit nowhere in the true hierarchy of Hell.
"And I'm no angel," he growled.
In a flash of inhumanly fast movement he pinned me down to the soft, feather mattress. His kiss came down hard and demanding, swallowing my moans as heat flooded my core again.
This man, this demon, made me dizzy with wanting him. He grew hard again between my legs and pressed against my sensitive flesh so deliciously. When his mouth tore from mine to nip at my neck and earlobe, the light tingles of pain mixed with pleasure pulsing at my core.
Any human woman would fall to her knees and thank the heavens every day for bringing a fallen angel into her bed. Divine beauty mixed with the cunning and ferocity of a demon fulfilled every woman's dream. And certainly, Ash fulfilled mine. But so did Sal. And I still couldn't shake the feeling that there was another missing piece.
Ash's mouth lit my skin on fire as he moved against me, turning my whole body into a pulsing bundle of nerves. I arched under his touch, savoring the weight and heat of his rippling muscles on top of me. He didn't just know how to please me, he loved me. I loved him so much I had a man killed for an attempted attack on him. The human side of me told me he should be enough.
And while he ravaged my body in the way only a selfless, incredible lover could, there still remained an itch that he couldn't scratch.
Sal couldn't scratch it either, and the way he made love was worlds apart from Ash. Unlike my fallen angel, my bloodthirsty lion became a sweet, purring kitten in the bedroom.
No one would look at Sal, who spent most of his time covered in enemy blood and roaring on the battlefield, to exist in the same universe as the words sweet and gentle, but that's exactly what he was to me.
His battered body would come home to me, the animal bloodlust still in his green eyes. With the first touch from me, the look would change. The human side of him needed me. It ached for relief from the violence and carnage.
I ordered all the servants away and brought him directly to our private bathhouse. He'd sink into the water and I scrubbed away the blood and dust until the pale skin and hard ridges of his warrior's body came through. I felt like I was restoring a priceless, marble work of art.
Once he was clean I climbed into his lap and rode him until he felt truly human again. He inflicted so much pain on the battlefield, he didn't want to bring any of it to our love life, only pleasure. My warrior demon never stopped until I had my fill of pleasure and then some. He was so giving and selfless, he even expressed wanting to watch me with someone else.
But Ash would never take me in the same room as Sal, let alone at the same time. Maybe that was what I was missing, the two loves of my life in bed with me at once. The thought certainly sent a needy ache through me that had yet to be soothed.
A rustling at our pavilion door forced Ash to pull away from me and hurriedly cover us with animal fur blankets.
"Fucking Hell, Sal! Give us a minute to get decent." he muttered.
Sal only rolled his eyes as he invited himself to the bedchamber, a crude wooden box in one hand.
"Maybe one day, Ash, you won't be scared off by my dick being within a few feet of yours. It wants nothing to do with you, anyway." He leaned down over the bed and gave me a sensual kiss to prove his point. "Hello beautiful," he greeted me.
My chest filled with warmth as a smile spread across my lips. "Hello, lion. What did you bring me?" I looked curiously at his box.
