Page 91 of When Monsters Fight
Thank fuck his quarters weren’t far.
We fell into his room, and he kicked the door shut before lifting me off my feet and shoving me against it.There was no need for words as we willed our clothes away so our bodies could kiss.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and bit back a moan as he filled me then fucked me against the door, hard, fast, hungry, until my head filled with light and his name spilled from my lips like a mantra.
Release came and built again as he refused to let me go, staying deep inside me as we slipped to the floor, mouths melded, bodies moving in a rhythm that felt inevitable.
“Missed you,” he groaned into my mouth.
“Missed you too.”
He gripped my throat. “Even with Gabriel inside you?”
My eyes fluttered closed as he applied pressure. “No. Not then. Then it was only him.”
He nipped at my bottom lip. “Now it will be only me. Because right now, this is mine.”
There was no restraint as he pounded me, tearing strangled cries of twisted pleasure from my lips as hot tears leaked from my eyes until release washed over me, painful in its intensity—a flavor that only Shem could provide.
His hand slipped from my throat to my collarbones, and he hovered over me, his dark eyes devouring me. “I fucking missed you.”
I smiled up at him. “Then show me how much. Again.”
Lucifer’s summonscame at dawn, tearing me from Shem’s arms and taking us both to the antechamber to Lucifer’s audience chamber.
Bastian and Gabriel were already there, and they were surprised to see us.
“Summons?” Gabriel asked.
“Yes,” Shem said.
Another figure filled the arch behind us, and it was my turn to blink in surprise. “Kabiel.”
He inclined his head, his pale eyes wary. “I was summoned.”
“Yes, so were we,” Gabriel said.
“What do you think she wants?” Bastian said.
“I have no idea.” But the fact she’d summoned us all meant it involved us all—which could be good, or it could be bad. What if she made me stop seeing them? What if she asked me to choose?
No. No, I wouldn’t do that. I couldn’t. If I couldn’t have them all, then I wouldn’t have any of them.
The doors to Lucifer’s audience chamber finally swung open, and I led the way inside. She stood alone, dressed in dark slacks and a blue shirt, surrounded by a sea of gray and white—floors, drapes, walls. It made my eyes hurt.
The doors closed behind our party, and she fixed her dark gaze on us. “I’ve called you here today because I have a task for you all. One which I am now certain that you are equipped to take on.” She smiled, but it didn’t quite meet her eyes. “This world is not the only one which was abandoned by God. This heaven is not his first haven, and we are not his only celestials. I would not be surprised if there was another Lucifer out there somewhere. God has a compulsion to create, but not necessarily to maintain, and I believe that is why he made me his heir.” Her mouth tightened. “To fix the worlds he allowed to fall into disrepair, and there are many.” She shook her head. “Worlds on the brink of collapse. Worlds crying out for aid. I can hear them now. Their pleas, their pain. I cannot ignore them, but I will not abandon my post here either. So I need you to go in my place, little sister.”
She wanted me to leave? “You’re sending me away?”
Her stance softened. “I wish I did not have to, but you are the only one I can trust with the monumental task of helping these other worlds.”
“I don’t understand. How can I help?”
“With the power I will bestow upon you and your team.” She looked at the guys. “The celestials who will support you. Guide you and love you.”
My gaze shot to Kabiel, and his eyes flared.
“Kabiel and I are not…We’re not.”
