Page 22 of Sinful Pride

“All the angels, huh?” I asked. “Makes me glad I’m a demon. I can understand Lucifer and Beelzebub as well as they had plenty of time to get shouted at while they still had their white wings, but what gives Kreshadon?”

“Uuuh, we kinda knew each other from before Nathaniel and I established the Steel Velvet club.”

“What he means to say is that Raphael was our BDSM mentor! Our Fairy Godmother of Kink!” Nathaniel happily threw his partner under the bus.

“You came a long way, so I hope I don’t have to shout at you for repeating those past mistakes, hmm?” Raphael teased.

“Please, nowadays I could teach you a thing or two,” Kreshadon rolled his eyes but the redness at the tips of his ears betrayed his embarrassment.

The game continued, and we all got progressively buzzed. A barrage of questions kept us entertained, from Never Have I Ever Danced In The Rain (Me, Zachariel, Abaddon, Serena, and Anael drank), to Never Have I Ever Had A Threesome (Tirael got some interesting looks for that one), and Never Have I Ever Cried While Watching A Movie (I cried after not during, shut up Zachariel, it didn’t count!), until it was unexpectedly Jaheel who stirred the nest of hornets.

He sighed and drank the rest of his concoction even though it was his turn and left after dropping his bomb.

“Never Have I Ever wanted to fuck someone playing this game, other than my current partner.”

Well, fuck, he knew how to make an exit.

I took a hit of the poison because I was of an opinion anyone with eyes would like to hit at least one of the fine specimens in the room. Zachariel saluted me with a drink and took a swig as well.

Everyone except Michael drank, in fact.

“You are so whipped,” Raphael said, tilting his head as if he was studying an interesting specimen. “Really? You don’t find me desirable anymore?”

“You slept with Raphael?” Lucifer demanded, his eyes wide.

“It was thousands of years ago, alright!” Michael winced at the jealousy practically emanating from his lover. “I wanted to give it a try with someone other than you. Later I realized I don’t find sex without feelings satisfying.”

“Oh, you are demisexual, that makes sense,” Aurelius nodded to himself.

“Humans and their labels for everything…” Lucifer muttered under his breath. He took Michael’s hands in his. “Let me get this straight: you only want to fuck me?”

“Yes, Lucifer.”

They were so in love it was giving me diabetes. Michael didn’t even seem to care the Lord of Hell was a giant hypocrite as he took a sip, which meant he found someone other than his current partner fuckable.

Soulful staring into each other eyes had to have stimulated some other parts than just brain because they unceremoniously left the game. Welp, with three players down, it seemed that was the end of this particular fun.

“Wait, Serena, aren’t you a lesbian?” Aurelius squinted at her.

“Y-yes?”

Anael, the only other woman in the game, stared at her with wide eyes.

Serena blushed and stammered over her words, panicking, until Anael framed her face with her hands.

“So cute. You are my girlfriend now,” Anael declared.

The forcefulness probably had to do something with the booze-like poison cursing through her veins.

“O-okay,” Serena agreed, letting Anael squish her cheeks.

I had a feeling Jaheel knew perfectly well the end result of his words, that clever bastard.

Chapter 8

Lucifer

When we got to our room, I didn’t go straight to the bedroom, as Michael expected. No, I steered us towards the bathroom.

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