Page 4 of Devil Bound
Trony frowned, walked toward me, one hand on her hip, and lifted the lid of the topmost pie.
Still frowning, she said, “Why would you think this is food?What even is this?Mold pretending to be mozzarella?Are you broken, Lucifer?”
I sighed.“I’m not forcing you to eat it, but you’ve been working so hard, burning my sex chair and taking down walls.I didn’t want you to have to cook on top of that.”
She let go of the lid, and it sank back toward the mold-slash-mozzarella.“It’s because of that thing you want, isn’t it.What even is your problem?Ask nicely for them to spread their legs and getthisout of your system.”She wiggled her fingers at my face as if something were wrong with it.
“This?”
“If you were one of those human males, I’d call it a midlife crisis.”
“I don’t have that, Trony.”
I had pent-up everything though, she was right about that.Perhaps asking the pretty necromancer to spread his legs would help, but that scent of smoke about him—more like an aura than a smell—it made me…want to feed him pizza?That didn’t sound right.
“You—” Trony began, ready to insult me for buying her food.She didn’t get to follow through though, because the doorbell rang.
Unless my magic and wards were failing me, there was necromancy out there.
“Hold these.”
I shoved the pizzas at Trony, who wrinkled her nose as she took them, then made my way past paint brushes, hammers, ladders and all those other things the house apparently needed.Before opening the door, I ran a hand through my hair, but it was fluffy and perfect.Of course.
Nelly, the necromancer who had trouble grasping the concept of a de-animated zombie, stood out there, backlit by the yard lights.He held out his hand.
“Here, take it.”
I looked down.He was so adorable in those black clothes he vanished in.I yearned to strip them off him and explore whether he was more or less adorable with my cock in his mouth.
“Nelly.You want me to take your hand?”I leaned against the doorframe, making sure my shirt rode up and revealed some skin.Would he want to lick it?
“What?No!The money, take the damn money!I’m not owing you like some pauper.”
I lifted a brow at him.“Pauper?Fancy word, that.”
“Just take the damn money.After all, there was a fire, and I stink, just like you said.Take it, and I’ll go and leave you to your…painting or whatever.”
“Renovations.Do you want to come inside and have a look?”
“No!I want you to take the money so I don’t owe you anymore.”
He was getting very agitated now.That probably wasn’t good for him, given his possibly compromised memory, but seeing humans, especially the pretty ones, getting worked up when confronted with someone as powerful and supremely handsome as myself—
“Will you fucking just take this?My arm’s about to fall off.Fucking hell.The day was long enough without you behaving like a godsdamned circus clown.”
Feisty.
“Very well,” I said, reaching for the offered bills and coins.He’d counted it out exactly, nothing owed either way.A shame.“But—”
“No buts.Buts my ass.I’m so done with today.Don’t talk to me again, okay?I owe you nothing, and there’s no reason for us to ever talk again.Bye.”
With that, he stomped off toward a pitiable car, moving like a cartoon mouse running from an exceedingly smart and very good-looking cartoon cat.
I stayed perfectly still as I watched him pull away from the curb, because the way I was leaning would let him see some skin if only he looked back at me in his rearview mirror as he pulled away from the curb.
Behind me, the sound of Trony’s work boots on the floor announced her approach.
“What was that?”she asked, chewing on a mouthful of the yucky mozzarella pizza.
