Page 169 of Wicked Believer
Until now I thought my attraction to Azrael was harmless. Nothing more than a silly, girlish crush. A fantasy.
But with how he just looked at me, the way it made all my heart’s nerve endings fire until my limbs grew heavy, now I’m ... not so certain.
I can’t care for Azrael.
I’m in love with Lucifer, but would he—?
I think I know the answer to that the moment I look toward him.
He crouches beside me.
“Look at me, little dove,” he orders, gently gripping my face.
And I do.
I look to him with all the fear, uncertainty, and doubt I feel laid bare and open. I don’t look anywhere else.
“Do you want him?” he asks, nodding over his shoulder.
We both know exactly who he means.
“I ... I don’t know,” I whisper, giving him the same answer.
His eyes soften. “It’s all right, darling. I’ve got you.”
He’ll always be here to catch me when I fall. Put the pieces back together when I break.
There’s no sin I could ever commit that would push him away from me.
When he said he wanted all the darkest, messiest parts of me, he meant it.
He’ll keep that promise.
Lucifer kisses me long and deep, until I feel a familiar spark come alive in me again—hope. He drops to his knees before me, kissing his way toward my pussy as he makes the signal to Azmodeus to resume the scene.
And I know in that moment, whatever lies in our future, it’s going to be okay.
As long as he’s with me.
My eyes lock on to Death’s, where he now stands across the crowded room, and he nods to me, his infinite and knowing gaze heating until the icy hue looks almost like blue fire. As I throw back my head in pleasure at how Lucifer’s tongue plunges inside me, as I stare into that open, endless abyss, I feel more than think that it might be okay if I died here.
If only the both of them would catch me.
Chapter Fifty-Four
Azrael
I watch Lucifer and his brother work our little siren over until she’s practically coming apart at the seams, my cock so hard I’m surprised I can even see straight from where all the blood in my body has begun to pool there.
She’s orgasmed enough times while watching me with those big doe eyes that I’ve lost count of how many times she’s cum, and from the asshole on my left who’s been muttering under his breath about how insanely hot she is, I’m not the only one who enjoyed the sight. That bastard may be even closer to jerking off than I am.
But I don’t miss the way her eyes continue to flit to mine and stay there.
Like she’s begging for me.
Fuck, you would be so good for me, wouldn’t you, baby girl?
Lucifer’s little siren may not be much of a threat in the training room, but the way she’s looking at me now ...
