Page 29 of Devil Bound
Oh, what exciting choices.“I’ll help you sort the victims first.”
The bags would keep, and the longer the pieces of this vileness were covered, the better.
Except, of course, I wanted the root cause of this death and suffering uncovered.It simply would have been nice to have had breakfast before doing that.
15
Lucifer
IletNellykickme out of his place, because I was secure in the knowledge that I’d won a well-played game.Some liked to call me not just a devil buttheDevil, and my finest magic had only ever been truth.Also prevarication.Occasionally, the slight omission of facts not subjectively relevant to any given situation.And I had great hair.
The reality was that I had not lied to Nelly about him owing me.It made me smile just remembering that evening a year ago when he had banged on my door in the middle of the night.
I had opened it for him—not at all rushing to do so like Trony had insinuated—and I had looked fabulous.
He had not.He’d looked flustered, like he normally did when he was running around the city, doing police-y and necromancy stuff.I knew he frequently ended up fluid drenched in the process, but the worst I was able to detect that night was some poodle drool on his tattered windbreaker.
That night a year ago, when I had been in a forgiving mood, when I would have willingly given him my cock to suck right there on the threshold of my home, his deep brown hair had looked wild as always, and his golden eyes had seemed dulled in their brightness by lack of sleep.He could have rested in my bed afterward.Even so, he’d not gone to his knees on the doormat to beg for the honor of sucking me off.No, what he had wanted from me was even better, at least in hindsight.
Nelly had asked me for afavor.
I sauntered down the uneven stairs of his apartment building, recalling how sweet he had looked saying the words “Do me a favor.”
Would he look as sweet when his lips finally stretched around my cock or when he came for me?I hoped to find out soon.
“I did him a favor,” I said as I got to the first floor of his building.“The sweetest offering, and now he will be mine.”
One of the very first things I would have to do with him—after finally doing everything I’d dreamed of doing when I followed him and watched him—was to teach him about contracts of the magical kind.
After all, when he’d asked for a favor from me and when I agreed, we had been bound by magic far older and stronger than any mortal magic user could easily break.Certainly not this tempting necromancer who’d resisted me for years, to the point where the simple, quick night of pleasure I had considered when I’d dragged a de-animated zombie off his chest would no longer do.
Oh no.Lionel Hawkes had eluded me like a unicorn, and now that I had him, I’d take my time with him, pick him apart bit by bit, and watch him come together anew under me.Metaphorically speaking.Probably.
After I had done all of that to my unicorn, I could teach him about binding magic…or not.As I pushed the door open, I wondered how much he really needed to know when he’d have me close to watch over him and make sure he didn’t run into any other gods.
Yes, I would take excellent care of him.My mouth watered as I imagined it.
Outside his building, the morning sun blinded me.I put on my shades and started whistling.
Nelly lived in one of Brunswick’s former industrial complexes, which had been urbanized a decade or so ago.The city had made a point of adding green areas, and large concrete containers bloomed with colorful flowers that attracted honeybees, bumblebees, butterflies, and every other insect that liked nectar.
I thought Tiamat might enjoy something similar in my garden, so I pulled out my phone and texted Trony to pick up whatever plants would get me a buzzing bee concert.
The angel responded quickly.
You start juicing and caring for bees all in one morning?Did you at least get the necromancer?
Keep your judgment to yourself.And no, I did not sling Nelly over my shoulder.
I had kind of hoped he’d try taking advantage of me and drag me to his bed to try out this boyfriend thing—a term he hadn’t objected to.But he was obstinate.
Pick me up some more books as well.Something where the hero has to put his lover in chains so they get it through their head they’re in love.You know what I like.
??I can’t believe you’re sending me to buy produce, flowers, and kinky romance novels.
And a juicer!
Careful your necromancer doesn’t juice you.Necromancers like collecting the blood of their enemies.
