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I blink. “Did I ... Did I just hear what I think I heard?” I ask Azrael.
Azrael grunts, crossing his arms over his chest, clearly unamused.
“Did I just hear you, Lucifer Apollyon, my future husband, devil and Prince of Darkness, actually admit you needhelpwith something?”
Both my brows shoot up.
I have not been making Lucifer’s journey into mortality easy for him. Not by a long shot.
But I have a feeling that will be coming back to me tenfold now that he’s recovered enough we’ll be back in the playroom soon.
“I think we’ve already established I’m not currently in my top form. No need to enjoy it so much, darling.”
“Who says I’m enjoying it?” I say, trying and failing to suppress my grin.
“You’re enjoying it a little too much,” Lucifer says.
I cast a sly smirk toward Azrael. “Wouldn’t you?”
The way his eyes go momentarily hot before he looks away tells me everything I need to know.
Oh, they havemost definitelyfucked before.
Though surprisingly, it doesn’t bother me in the least.
Maybe because I’m feeling more certain of the full extent of Lucifer’s love for me now.
He gave up everything for me. His Father’s redemption. His power.
Humbled himself totally.
I’m not sure how I ever doubted him.
I cast a wistful look at him. He showed me exactly who he was the first time he made love to me, and he’s been showing me over and over again in the playroom every time since.
“So, what do you say, Daddy Death? Should we let him practice with us today?”
The scar over Azrael’s brow twitches. “If you call me that one more time—”
“You’ll what? Punish me?” I taunt as I slink behind Lucifer, like if Azrael isn’t careful, he’ll come to my defense.
Lucifer smirks. “Don’t let him fool you, darling. He clearly loves it.”
Azrael blushes. Legitimately blushes. And ...
Oh God. I think I have a new favorite kink.
Making Azrael blush is my newest obsession.
“Fine,” Azrael snarls, tossing down one of the mats like he doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter with both of us ganging up on him.
Honestly, I know the feeling.
Azrael starts calling the shots after that. He is the trainer, after all, the three of us falling into a playful sync. We clearly all want to avoid what we know is inevitably coming, to pretend that the world isn’t falling apart for a little longer, and I can’t help but think that maybe it was always supposed to be like this.
With Death playing referee between Lucifer and me.
Chapter Forty-Nine
