Page 78 of Crush's Fall

It probably had something to do with being raised a human. There was a ridiculous importance put ongetting marriedandsettling down, something that went against the biker badass in him. He had always bristled at those words and demands from his elders until Crush. Fuck. He’d do anything she wanted.

Lucifer was pretty sure she thought she had no power over him and was worried he’d try to wrench control of her and her life. It couldn’t be farther from reality.Crushwas the one who had all the power, and it had nothing to do with her shifter strength.

She was his kryptonite, but she was also the nourishment that kept him alive and breathing. She was his air and his poison. Whether he lived life to the fullest or died a slow, painful death was solely in her hands.

One touch, one kiss, one look from her had his body primed. And if she got anywhere near the mating mark she left on his shoulder, he was ready to come in his jeans. She knew it. That’s why she chuckled after she gave the mark a lick when she was climbing behind him on his bike. Riding with an erection was uncomfortable, but he was willing to do it if it meant giving her what she wanted.

The ride to Grand Rapids was the best and worst ride of his life. He loved having her wrapped around him, her hands sometimes clutching his shirt, sometimes exploring. The problem was her hands on him had him ready to pull off to the side of the highway and fuck her brains out, which he would have done if going to jail for indecent exposure wouldn’t have delayed getting them to Judge Bowen.

When they pulled up to the ridiculously large home in the high-class end of Grand Rapids, Crush let out a low whistle. “My mate has high-class connections.”

Lucifer shrugged. “He may live in a big home and have money in the bank, but he’s a lecher. Try not to kill him, okay?”

Crush snorted a laugh. “Yeah. Okay.” She climbed off the back of his bike.

Lucifer slid off the bike and took her hand in his before he headed for the front door. Before they could even knock, the door opened and an older woman in an all-black uniform with tight white curls in her hair rushed them into the house. Obviously, Judge Bowen was worried about the neighbors seeing biker scum on his doorstep. Lucifer rolled his eyes as he stepped into the marble foyer.

“Wait here,” the old hag grumbled, and hurried away.

“The hospitality is astounding,” Crush commented.

“You still want to get hitched?” Lucifer smiled at her.

“You ain’t getting rid of me, so why not?”

Feeling overwhelmed with love for her, he cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. It didn’t take long for the kiss to spiral out of control and for his tongue to snake past her lips and tangle with hers. Crush was gripping his property cut and pulling him closer when they heard a clearing of a throat.

“Get control of yourselves, and let’s get this done,” Judge Bowen grumbled. “You’re interrupting my wife’s birthday party.”

Crush looked around. “Party? It’s as silent as a tomb in here.”

“Unlike some people, we’re civilized,” the judge sneered and turned on his overpriced heels to head down a hallway.

Flipping him off, Crush followed. Lucifer snorted a laugh and brought up the rear. Fuck. He loved that woman.

Crush

After saying their vows and signing the necessary paperwork, they decided to get a room for the night and headed downtown. Crush laughed at the looks the two of them received when they walked into the Amway Grand. She was surprised the manager didn’t immediately ask them to leave, but that probably had something to do with the wad of cash Lucifer had pulled out of his wallet.

He paid for two nights just in case they decided to extend their honeymoon. The desk clerk fast-tracked their check-in and handed them their room key with a smile. Taking her hand, Lucifer led them to the elevator with his head held high. As they passed a couple in designer clothes and perfectly coiffed hair, the woman looked scared to death of them. Because she was a bitch, Crush winked and grinned, which only made the woman clutch her pearls.

When they stepped into the elevator, Lucifer pulled her into his arms. “That wasn’t very nice, Mrs. Brooks.”

“I’m a bitch,” she replied with a shrug and a smile.

“Nah… you’re just a pussycat,” he said against her lips, before he took them in a deep kiss, making her toes curl in her biker boots.

By the time the elevator dinged that they had reached their floor, Lucifer’s hand was down the back of her pants, cupping her ass. He didn’t bother pulling it out as he turned her and led her down the hall to their room, instead giving her ass a squeeze every few steps.

She used the key on the door to their room and opened it. As soon as they stepped inside, Lucifer was pushing the door closed and pressing her against it.

“I want you right here,” he growled against her lips.

“I’ve told you before, Lucy. If you want something, you’re going to have to take it.”

In response, he nipped her bottom lip and pressed his hips against hers, letting her feel how ready he was for her. She could feel his hard cock against her lower abdomen as his free hand slid into the hair at the back of her head and fisted. Yanking her head back, he lowered his and sucked on her neck, making her moan.

She was just about ready to start yanking off his clothes when he dropped to his knees in front of her and went to work on her boots. Not wanting to waste time, she unfastened and unzipped her pants. Once he had her boots and socks off, he reached up, gripped the sides of her jeans, and yanked them down to her feet. She barely got a foot out of them before his mouth was on her pussy, and his tongue was swirling around her clit.

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