Page 35 of Devil Bound
Yeah, he was hella hot, but he was also still not over that amnesia and/or dementia obsession of his.
“Why the fuck do you keep thinking I hit my head, huh?What did I ever do to make you doubt that I am in possession of all my faculties?”
Lucifer raised a finger and started counting.“You referred to de-animating a zombie as killing it, you had trouble remembering things such as my name and your address, and right now, you’re wearing two different socks.”
“It’s a fucking fashion choice!”My voice was louder and higher than I had intended.Well, Lucifer was fucking annoying.
He frowned and pointedly looked at my feet, making me curl my toes.
“Hardly.Trony?”
The blonde groaned.“Yes, I will buy him new socks.The type that have labels for the days of the week on them.”
“I don’t have fucking dementia!”
“Shh,” Lucifer cooed, putting a warm hand on my shoulder.“It’s fine.The labels are going to help Trony too when she does laundry and has to pair them after.Isn’t that right, Trony?”
Metatron crossed her arms, then pointedly rolled her eyes before saying, “Yes.I need labels to do laundry because my magic is that weak.I cannot imagine how I’ve managed so far.”
Lucifer beamed.“There, see?”
I didn’t.Whatever I had walked into here was too fucking weird, and I needed to leave.
“I gotta…” I pointed at the door and took a step toward it.
Lucifer cocked his head.“What, Nelly?”
I turned red in the face.“Go!I’ve got to fucking go, and don’t you dare insinuate that I forgot the word!”
“I didn’t say that.You can’t though.Tiamat is dying to meet you.”
I pointed again, but my arm was trembling slightly.“I have work.”
I looked around for my shoes, but they were gone.Fucking immortals and their magic.
“But, Nelly, you only just got here.”Lucifer’s voice had dropped at least half an octave, to something dark and warm that I wanted to wrap around me.
But no, I shouldn’t think that way.I was a necromancer and not daring enough to get into bed with the Devil.I’d just accidentally walked into his house, was all.
18
Lionel
Iwasn’tweakenoughto be swayed by the Devil and his hotness.I had to remember that.I cleared my throat and took another step toward the door, the marble floor smooth and warm under my soles.Yeah, this place was fancy, all white and tastefully decorated.But the Devil closing the distance between us and putting one hand on the nape of my neck, the other on the small of my back, was far more beautiful than his damn house, and far more captivating.
“Nelly.I missed you.Stay.”
I saw his mouth descending toward mine, but there was nothing I could do.It was as if I’d been turned into a statue, one of those oddly proportioned ones that stare into the distance with pebbly stone eyes.
Then Lucifer kissed me.His mouth was hot and soft against mine, his lips and tongue forceful as he took what he wanted and explored my mouth with relish.
I knew what the Devil smelled like, the spice and fire scent of him, but now, I got to taste him.The spices had a strong flavor, something deep and dark, and the woodfire notes made me think of burning embers fanned by breath.I knew my eyelids were fluttering, and I felt my cock twitch with need.My knees were getting weak, just like that resolve I’d forged ever since running into Lucifer, about how I wasnotgoing to give in to him.
“Oh, Lucy, at least let me get a good look at your boyfriend before you devour him,” someone said from behind the Devil.
Lucifer pulled back, and while I worked through my shock and the waves of arousal that came with it, I saw him grin at me, victory lighting up his sapphire eyes.His smell hung in the air—woodsmoke and spices.He stepped aside and turned, letting his hand fall away from my neck.I felt its absence, as if his touch had branded me.
“Nelly,” Lucifer said, “meet Tiamat.”
