Page 10 of Which Witch Is Wicked?
She wrapped one arm around his neck, pressing her abundant breasts against his chest. Her skin was flawless, like that of an angel, a contradiction to her soul. “It’s good to see you.” She pulled his face toward hers, and he caught the familiar scent of sweet candy a second before her lips touched his.
He endured her kiss, knowing what would happen if he rejected her. When she finished, she backed up, taking a moment to run her palm down his chest. “Mmm…cinnamon.” She ran a wet tongue over her bottom lip. “You were my favorite, you know.”
Nick coughed. “That’s what you said tomelast time.”
She turned with a flourish, and Dru wiped his mouth as he watched the expression on Nick’s face, knowing he immediately regretted his statement.
“Oh, Nicholas, darling. I’ll never forget those lovely days we spent together. Some of my best, really.” She repeated the kiss she’d given Dru before cupping his manhood. “Still a big boy, I see. But have you learned how to use it yet?”
Bane and Dru both snorted. Lucy laughed with them, drawing a bigger frown from Nick.
“Fuck all of you. That was a millennium ago.” Nick started to leave, but she held up a hand.
“Not so fast. We have things to discuss, but first, I need to finish saying hello.” Lucy glanced over her shoulder toward Bane.
“You’d better kiss me now, my dearest, sweetest death.”
She forced him to walk to her, and while she kissed him, she reached around and firmly grabbed his ass. As she pulled away, Bane gave Dru and Nick a death glare.
“What have you been up to, Death? My sources tell me you’ve spilled the blood of a virgin witch, but I don’t see that we have a soul to account for it.” She said it as though he’d earned straight A’s in school and yet failed to produce the report card.
Bane widened his eyes, and a palpable silence fell over the hallway.
“Perhaps because her blood was spilled as he absconded with her virtue, but not her soul.” Julian leaned away from the wall and stepped forward.
The four of them held their breath and watched while Lucy processed the information. Julian had offered the perfect save, but would she buy it?
Her raucous laugh was over the top as far as reactions went, but more than welcome. “Well, isn’t that divine? Was it everything you expected, my love? I do wonder why you’d want someone so inexperienced when you know you can call me any time.”
Bane attempted to smile as he acknowledged her offer with a nod, but he wisely remained silent. Lucy watched him for a moment, and Dru prayed he’d keep his composure. One wrong look, one wrong thought, and the four of them would have hell to pay.
Literally.
She sighed and fixed her gaze on Julian. Instead of kissing him like she had the others, she sized him up with seductive eyes. “And what about you, my love?” she asked softly. “Have you reconsidered after all this time? Wouldn’t you like to know what you’re missing? One night with me, and I would grant you the power to have all the women you want, and not a single one of them would need to die from your touch.”
Julian kept his gaze even and devoid of emotion, his smoking jacket giving the appearance of a man of leisure instead of one under fire. He stared at her, but didn’t speak. All four of them had learned many millennia ago that she could and would use any words they spoke as weapons against them, if she chose.
“Certainly your virginity can’t mean that much to you. In addition, it’s been a desperately long time since I’ve had the pleasure of a new toy.” She batted long eyelashes at him as she undid the top button on her coat, further exposing her voluptuous breasts. At least she wore a dress underneath. “One night out of the millennia you’ve been alive? It’s not so much to ask, and I promise you won’t regret it.”
Julian’s gaze slipped to Dru and then back to Lucy. He and Julian had had many conversations concerning the influence Lucy held over them. Personally, Dru hadn’t minded the fuck, may have even enjoyed it, but Lucifer held a power strong enough to destroy a mortal man with just a glance if she chose. Fucking her had given him the strength to carry out his toughest missions, but damned if he didn’t feel like he’d lost something of himself in the process.
Bane and Nick had agreed, and Dru couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she was able to tap into all four of their powers.
Out of all of them, Julian had been the strongest, refusing to succumb to her persuasion. He’d also suffered the most because of it.
No sex for thousands of years was a price no man should have to pay.
Julian moved forward, stopping within inches of Lucy. He studied her with a heavy-lidded, feral gaze. Excitement sparked in Lucy’s eyes. She practically salivated, and Dru feared she’d win this time. Dru could only imagine the restraint Julian would require to turn her down once again, especially now that Aerin had caught his attention.
God knew, if given the chance, Dru intended to follow Bane’s footsteps and make love with Claire. If the situation wasn’t so dire, he would have cracked a joke about it. Hell, who would believe War would rather make love with a woman than fight?
Julian inhaled a deep breath and released it as though he’d made his decision. “Sadly madam, I shall have to decline once again.”
The floor rumbled beneath their feet as a blast of Lucy’s fiery disposition blew past them. His brothers held steady, knowing they couldn’t defeat her, but also knowing she despised fear.
Then she snorted and turned a shoulder. “So it shall be, but know this my dear, virtuous horseman, I’m not one to trifle with. I can destroy you with a flick of my pinkie. The curse continues. If I can’t have you, then no one shall.”
Dru wanted to remind her she needed them to carry out the Prophecy and therefore couldn’t destroy them, but it didn’t seem like the time or place to piss her off any further. As if there ever was such a time or place.
