Page 63 of Devil Bound
The john was tucked away behind a low wall that offered at least a modicum of privacy.I decided to sit, because standing was hard right now.
Lucifer, for once, didn’t say a fucking thing.Oh, the bliss.Maybe it was getting through his head finally that I wasn’t his boyfriend and never would be.
Done peeing, I flushed, stumbled to the sink to wash my hands, then rinsed out my mouth.I probably should have brushed my teeth with a finger, but the thought of putting anything into my mouth right now nearly made me hurl again, so that was a hard no.I gulped down a few handfuls of water.Hydrating was probably good, but bending forward made me ridiculously dizzy again, and my stomach wanted back in on the action as well.
“If you crack your head open on that sink,” Lucifer said, suddenly appearing at my side, where he steadied me with a hand on my elbow, “I will not ever hear the end of it.”
He pulled me up against his chest.Then he grabbed a washcloth from a neatly folded stack on a shelf, ran water over it, and gently dabbed my forehead, my cheeks, my chin.It felt good, both the tenderness and the cool water against my skin.I hated it so much.Almost as much as his radiant eyes staring at me in the mirror over the sink.
Lucifer’s hands on my hips kept things from spinning out too much, right up until the point where he stopped wiping my hot face and turned me around in his arms.
In a low voice, he said, “Don’t ever tell me you like another man in that way.Never again.”
The fuck?
Before I could say that out loud, Lucifer bent his head toward me, and the cool press of his lips against mine added more vertigo on top of everything else being unmoored already.
The fuck?!
I’d thrown up for approximately half an hour, and here was the Devil, kissing me.Okay, he wasn’t Frenching—thanks for nothing, champagne—but still.I had to be dreaming.
My lips were hot and tingling as he pulled back.In one quick movement, I found myself back in his arms, being carried to the bed with minimal jerking or swaying.
“Here, I got you a glass of water with ginger juice.Trony made it.Because she cares.”He put it in my hand.I drank it under protest, and only because I was still thirsty.The ginger was sharp on my tongue, but it felt better than Lucifer’s lips on mine.That was what I told myself.
While I drank, I heard him stripping.He was taking off his clothes.Fuck no.I should have drawn on my magic then and there, should have raised something from his backyard, because, fuck, he was the Devil, and he was bound to have some bodies buried out there.They would have made a good distraction.From his body, which probably wasn’t all that nice a body anyway.
My focus was too fickle though, so I just…I finished the water, and he took the empty glass out of my hand, and put it back on the bedside table.The sheets slithered over his skin, and I caught a whiff of him.More than a whiff.Spices and darkness and hot, hot flames.
For some inexplicable reason, in that moment, my champagne-addled mind felt it right to suggest that maybe the best way to get the Devil out of my system was by just letting him pass through like a warm summer breeze through the clothing on your heated skin.Also, I was drunk.People did unreasonable things when they were drunk off their asses, so I would always be able to tell myself that was why this had happened.At the end of the day, Lucifer would fade from my present and become a part of the past—a one-night stand and nothing more.
Yes, I could let Lucifer fuck me like this, I decided.Once, and then never again.It would be like tasting a dish before deciding you really didn’t like it.It was only reasonable.It madesense.
“Here, let me move you up and get a pillow under your head.Humans can suffocate quite easily in the state you are in.”Lucifer’s cool hands maneuvered me on the large bed.He dragged a sheet around me after he’d settled my head on a pillow.“I would, of course, give you CPR if that happened.”He pulled the high-thread-count sheets around us both like a cocoon of silk.
I expected him to roll me over and get started, but instead he just…lay down next to me, gently pulled me into his arms, and that was it.I waited for a few seconds.His hands didn’t move an inch toward my butt, although he was naked too, no doubt about it.
“Why aren’t we fucking?”I asked.I probably could have phrased that better, but I was drunk.Blunt was what Lucifer got for dragging a drunk necromancer into his bed, thank you very much.
Lucifer mumbled a curse that deeply insulted humans and sheep in one single statement.“You’re drunk.I’m not fucking you when you’re drunk, Nelly.”
Wait, what?Lucifer had a moral bone in that very hot body of his?I mean, his body wasn’tthathot.Medium hot at best.But the moral boner—bone.Focus, Nelly.Fucking hell.Focus,Lionel.
“You mind that I’m drunk, but you didn’t care that I told you to back the fuck off yesterday?”
He laughed with the sound of fire eating spring-green branches.“Yesterday?Did I touch you in any way that made you feel things you didn’t want to feel?”
That fucker.“I—you—you—you’re really not all that hot, you know.”
I wasn’t drunk enough to think that would take the smug out of him.The Devil next to me had the audacity to lean over me and kiss me.On the mouth.Again.
“Be quiet and go to sleep, Nelly.This is not an argument you want to have.”He looked down my body, and despite the sheet, I felt exposed.“Nor is it one you could win.”
“Fuck you.”
“I like it better the other way around, and so will you.”
My brain shorted out for a moment.The nerve of him!I had more things to say, but sadly my stomach sort of rebelled again.I didn’t puke, but I had to do some deep breathing, close my eyes, and count to five.
