Page 60 of Devil Bound
I jumped to my feet, ignoring the fact that the world was spinning, just a little, took Lucifer by the arm, and dragged him with me.I considered the restrooms, but that would give the entirely wrong impression.If I was going to drag anyone to the restroom tonight, it would be Sexy Mitch.I veered left, to the exit.Veering was a bit difficult on account of the tequila dancing around with the champagne, but I managed.
Outside, the cool air hit me squarely in the face.I turned, and when I stopped turning to jab a finger in Lucifer’s face, the world kept on moving, which was just rude.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?I’mwithsomeone.”The world was still turning.Damn it, world.
“You’re with me, Nelly.I told you.And you came last night from just my touch.”
Smug, fluffy-haired ass that he was, he reached out, but I slapped his hand away, stumbling slightly on account of the world still moving more than it should.
“No, thank you.”
Lucifer chuckled.“Nelly, if you think you can have that man’s cock inside you, you are sorely mistaken.The only one who will have you that way is me.”
Oh, damn him.He had no right to regulate whose cock I put where.He wasn’t the damn cock police.
“I am not your boyfriend, Lucy.Get that through that thick, pretty hair of yours.”Fuck, wait, what?“Head.Thickhead.”
I saw Lucifer smile and run the petals of his rose across his lips.“I liked having your fingers in my hair, but I think I’ll also enjoy you grabbing the sheets when I’m behind and inside you.”
Oh, gods no.Was I getting hard?I couldn’t reach down and check, not while he was still here.I turned.I couldn’t let him see any sign of arousal.That was important.For some reason.Had I ever ordered that third cocktail?
The world still wasn’t stopping, and the darkness and the lights were sort of disorienting, and I felt like a goldfish being flushed down the toilet, and thinking about that made me think of smelly things, which made me think of the white tent in the salt marshes and that severed head, and—
I bent over, throwing up my dragon fins.Damn it, they’d been good.They didn’t look jade colored at all this time around.
An arm fell across my back and cool fingers brushed the hair out of my face.“You shouldn’t get drunk without me, Nelly.And not during a juice cleanse you apparently broke if your stomach contents are any indication.”
That fucker and his fucking juice cleanse.I would have said that, but I was too busy bringing up the dragon fins and working my way back through the coffee to the stir-fry.My legs felt shaky.
“Is everything okay out here?”Sexy Mitch.Oh, good heavens, no.Sexy Mitch could not see me like this.Throwing up was not sexy, and I needed his cock!
“He had a bit too much to drink.”Lucifer, his voice like a silk scarf tightening around a neck.He was rubbing my back and keeping me steady while I retched into the gutter.“I’ll take him home.”
I made a disgusting noise while my stomach did its best impression of a fire sale.Lucifer was not going to take me home, and I wanted to tell him that, but here came the stir-fry.
“I can do that,” Sexy Mitch said.“I’m a cop, and I work with him.”
Sexy Mitch was protecting me!From fucking Lucifer, who was stroking my back and holding my hair back as if he never did anything else.I wanted to go to Mitch, but I could barely keep standing as I vomited with all the grace of a failed performance artist.
Lucifer chuckled, but unless I was mistaken, there was zero humor there.“He’s my boyfriend, and I’ll be taking care of him.Feel free to run along.”
“He never mentioned you.I thought he was single.”
Mitch was trying to stand his ground against Lucifer.That a man like Mitch was attracted to me seemed surreal.Or maybe that was just the surrealist puddle of food forming in front of me.How long was this going to take?I really hadn’t eaten all that much.
“Why should Nelly mention anything to you?Leave.”
I heard the power in that one word, and Sexy Mitch would have felt it too.Over my retching, I didn’t hear his footsteps as he left, but there was no way a human like him wouldn’t have, not with fucking Beelzebub flexing his magical muscles.
“What a bad boy you have been to get cozy withthat,” Lucifer said while he kept on stroking my head and neck.“You really cannot be left to your own devices for long, Nelly.”
I stopped throwing up long enough to take a few steadying breaths and lifted my head.That didn’t do much good.The world was still spinning.
“Please just fuck off,” I managed, my voice raspy from all the retching.
“I’m taking you home.”
Lucifer’s voice was smooth and soft, like the baby cat fur feel of his stupid, perfect hair.He put his arms around me after he’d brushed a strand of hair off my forehead, and I felt magic rattle and rise all around me like thunder and pouring rain.
