Page 20 of Unholy Fate

Levi scowled. “When is he ever?”

Ian winced, the corners of his mouth twitching with something like sympathy. “I know whatthatmeans.”

My mind went dark for a moment, memories of Lucifer’s punishments flashing vividly in my mind, abhorrent smells and tastes too close to the present.

When the Morningstar punished, it was always thorough, often cruelly intimate. The thought of his touch, particularly in that way, disgusted me, my aversion to men making it all the more abhorrent.

“You have my condolences, Levi,” I muttered.

Levi just rolled his eyes. “I’ll be fine.”

As we trailed Evelyn, we passed a dive bar, its flickering neon sign proclaiming: The Wet Spot.

Levi burst out laughing. “I love that name.”

I chuckled. “So do I. Fun fact. I own the bar owner’s soul.”

“Of course you do.” Ian snorted, shaking his head.

As Evelyn walked ahead of us, her focus fixed straight ahead, an idea sparked in my mind. With a subtle flex of demonic power, I let my tail extend magically, and more importantly, invisibly, from beneath my coat. It slithered toward her like a serpent.

Pushing the fabric aside, the phallic tip slid under the hem of her long skirt. I licked my lips as I brushed it against the sensitive skin between her thighs, positioning it just so, the tip nestling against her clit. Focusing intently, I held it there, letting my body’s heat melt into her.

Oh, yes. Her reaction was perfection. She stiffened, clearing her throat. After a moment’s hesitation, she subtly adjusted her walk, obviously trying to dislodge the phantom sensation without drawing attention to herself.

Her twitchy steps and flushed face confirmed she was struggling to maintain composure. Pride surged through me, stroking my ego. Making her squirm, watching her fight to hide the pleasure I gave her, sent a thrill straight to my cock.

I’d always loved the power rush of bringing a woman to the brink, controlling her pleasure. And with Evelyn, Little Miss Purity, it was all the more delicious. Breaking down her walls, making her give in to lust… I’d savor every moment of her inevitable fall from grace.

Ian and Levi immediately noticed.

Levi groaned in mock disapproval. “Aziz, really?”

Ian cocked his head. “I could give her a better orgasm with a borrowed dick.”

I ignored them, my focus razor-sharp on Evelyn.

Her walk grew uneven as she fought the growing sensation. Disorientation and anxiety played across her face. Stopping, she pressed a hand to the wall of a building, steadying herself. I kept the pressure of my tail steady and subtle, expertly drawing her toward climax.

When she finally peaked, her body shuddered almost imperceptibly. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. Stumbling slightly, she quickly righted herself, face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and surprised pleasure.

I withdrew my tail with a satisfied wink to the others. “Well, well, our little nun’s not so pure after all. I got the first orgasm. Beat you both to it.”

Levi glared at me and curled his lip. “Not only is it her first with us, but it’s also her first ever. Well,” he conceded, “the firstrealone. We aren’t counting any dreamland wet dreams from puberty here.”

Holyfuckthat was great news. I fought the urge to jump and pump my hands. Those fuckers could suck on this orgasm for days.

Ian opened his mouth to retort, but a sudden screech of tires cut him off. My head snapped toward the sound. A little girl chased a bouncing ball right into the street, directly into the path of a speeding car.

Fuck.

Instinct kicked in, and I broke into a sprint, letting myself turn visible—except for my tail of course. In a flash, I scooped the girl into my arms and leaped to safety, the car missing us by inches as it whizzed past.

The girl stared up at me, eyes wide with shock. I set her down gently, giving her a reassuring pat on the head. “Careful now. Roads are dangerous for little ones.”

She blinked up at me mutely before scampering back to the sidewalk and straight into a nearby home. I felt Evelyn staring at me. I turned around and confirmed it.Well, well. Looks like I just added heroic to her perception of me.

Evelyn approached me, recognition dawning on her face. “Thank you,” she said earnestly. “You’re the one who helped me before, aren’t you? At the shelter. I recognize you.”

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