Page 57 of Crush's Fall

Staring into the chocolate depths of his eyes, Crush searched for any bit of deception. There was nothing. He meant every word. She was going to do it. She was going to face her fears and put her vulnerable heart in his hands. She would give him her commitment, but that also gave him the ability to wreck her. The only thing she could do was have faith that he would do everything in his power to avoid that.

Slowly, she began to roll her hips and nodded, unable to voice her decision. Her tiger gave a purr, but laid down and quieted, obviously worried she’d back out if pushed too far.

After kissing her lips again, Lucifer dropped his hands to her hips, helping her maintain the rhythm. Keeping his gaze locked with hers, Lucifer lowered his head and wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking gently. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt that all the way down in her clit.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so damn good,” he growled against the skin of her breast, before kissing the pendant hanging down the center of her chest. “Want to feel it tighten around my cock. Want you to milk me as you sink your fangs into my skin and make me yours for the rest of our fucking lives.”

His words urged her on, making her move her hips faster, her clit rubbing against him with every movement.

“God damn, Crush,” he bit out, staring at her. “You are sexy as fucking hell, taking what belongs to you. I’m going to fucking blow.” He shifted the grip he had on her hip so that his thumb could reach her clit. Circling her clit, he pushed her to the edge of climax. “Do it.” He slapped her ass hard with his other hand.

As the sting shot right to her clit and made her pussy clench, Crush opened her mouth and let her fangs slide down.

“Yes,” he moaned.

Then she struck, sinking her fangs into the flesh of the left side of his neck where it met his shoulder. The second her fangs entered him, his hips lifted, slamming against her core, his hands holding her tight against him as they both succumbed to their orgasms. As he called out her name, she felt him slide into his place in her heart, fill her, make her whole.

She kept her fangs inside of him until her climax eased. Then she pulled them from his flesh, threw her head back, and let out a roar.

The answering roars and howls were her sisters, honoring her choice and rejoicing in the addition to their family. For once, Crush allowed the grin to spread across her face as she dropped her head forward and pressed her forehead to his.

“That was the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me,” Lucifer mumbled, sounding drunk.

Crush chuckled. “Iam the coolest thing that’s ever happened to you.”

“Fair enough,” he said back before he took her lips in a deep kiss.

After a moment, she pulled back. When his lips followed hers with the intent to continue, she put her fingers to his lips. “I have to close you up.” She dropped her mouth back to where she bit him and began to lick away the blood and seal the wound. The way his hips moved and the deep moans coming from his mouth let her know she made the right choice. Being hers was something that completed him the same way it completed her.

Lucifer

Twenty minutes later, Lucifer was holding Crush’s hand as she dragged him into the clubhouse. He wanted nothing more than to stay naked with her on her couch, but he would let her drag him anywhere if she was willing to hold his hand. Fuck, he was a damn pussy.

When they entered the main room, the space erupted into cheers from the Howlers and the Claws who filled the room. The Howlers and their families were off to the side, allowing the Claws to be front and center, obviously acknowledging that they were there to witness, not to participate.

In front of the rest of the Claws, Pumps stood, wearing her typical jean shorts and barely-there top, along with sky-high stiletto heels. Her blond hair was down, and her lips were painted her favorite red lipstick. Lucifer knew she was beautiful, but he never really looked at her as anything other than a close friend or a sister. In that moment, all he saw was the black leather bunched up in one of her hands.

When the crowd quieted down, Pumps spoke. “I asked Pinky to let me do it, since I’ve known you the longest, and she gave me the honor. And itisan honor, Lucifer. By tying yourself to Crush, you tied yourself to us. By having her back, you have ours. By protecting her, you protect us. By loving her, you love us. We’re a package deal. And we understand we’re getting more out of the deal than you are.”

He was surprised when Crush’s grip tightened on his hand. He looked over at her to find her looking at him with love in her eyes. For the first time, she was showing him everything she felt. His breath caught, and it took everything he had to look over at Pumps again.

“Take this as a vow from us to you… that should you need anything from us, we will endeavor to provide it. As your sisters, we will hold you up should you fall, we will lift you up should you ever have doubt, we will fight for you should you ever have need to tag us in. But most importantly, we will hold your hand and have your back should you ever face trial. You will not face life alone, because we are honored to call youbrother.”

When Pumps held out the hand gripping the leather, Lucifer swallowed hard around the lump that had formed in his throat. He took the cut from her hand and didn’t bother looking at it. He just slid it on to his shoulders before he turned and cupped Crush’s face in his hands. Not giving her an opportunity to stop him, he slammed his lips to her and kissed the fucking hell out of her for their entire family to see.

The whistles, hoots, and hollers registered, but only barely over the quiet moan Crush gave him as his tongue tangled with hers.

“While they make out like teenagers,” Pinky began, “we have another brother to welcome. Dragon! Where are you?”

“Ah hell,” Lucifer heard Dragon grumble.

“It’s time for your branding, Dex,” Kisy said on a laugh.

Bullet

Annoyed. That was the overwhelming feeling Bullet was experiencing as he talked to Crush. His sister wanted him to congratulate Lucifer, which he could do, but she also wanted him to welcome Lucifer to the family.Thatis where his annoyance was coming from. The last thing he wanted to do is admit to that man being family. Sure, technically, he was, since he was Crush’s mate and officially her Ol’ Man, but that didn’t mean Bullet wanted to acknowledge that to the man.

“Bullet, you owe me that,” Crush growled as she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Don’t make me call Mom and tell her that you’re being stubborn.”

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