Page 71 of Devil Bound
Lucifer glanced at me, and the way his eyes were heavy-lidded, but laser-focused on me made me blush all over again.
“Did I?I think you’re projecting.Hmm.”He let his gaze drop to my crotch.“I see Metatron’s point about your virginity.You’re quite easy to arouse.”
“I’mnota fucking virgin, and even if I were, it would be exactly none of your damn business!”
“Nelly.”Thankfully, he looked back at the road.“I would’ve liked to be your first.”
I snorted.“Sorry to disappoint you, but Marc Deacon got there a long time ago.”
Lucifer’s gaze sharpened.“And who is that fascinating character?”
“We shared a room in the orphanage, not that that’s any of your business.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“What the fuck kind of question even is that?Whoever reallyenjoystheir first time?We were two horny teenagers, and we got off, that’s about all there was to it.”Why was I even telling him this?Oh, right.Aftereffects of the hangover, and also, he’d forget all about me once he was done with me, pretty much like I expected Marc Deacon had.
“Hmm” was all the reaction I got from Lucifer.After that thoughtful noise, a modicum of peace finally settled, and the Devil no longer drove like an ass clown on ice skates.
He parked the super inconspicuous car near Chymical Street, and I tried to focus on what I had to do here.For Lily.She had been burned, but the hate that had lit those flames, that was what I needed to understand, to stop.It was high time this ended.
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Nellywasbeingaperfect brat, and Tiamat had taken a shine to him.That was not an ideal combination given that Nelly would benefit greatly from exposure—so much more exposure—tome, without any distractions from Tiamat.She’d inevitably end up doting on him and spoiling him without caring that right now, he needed me the most.
As I neatly parallel parked Trony’s hybrid, I realized this was basically a holiday romance plot.I was the prince-consort-to-be, the ugly duckling who had recently come to court.There, I’d have to sway the boneheaded swan prince so he could convince his dragon queen mother to let him—me—be with the boneheaded swan prince, who was Nelly.
“What’re you smiling about?”Nelly asked, his nostrils flaring.
“Oh, nothing.Is this close enough to where you want to go?”
He shrugged and huffed out a cute little sound of annoyance.“Sure.Whatever.”
“That’s good to know, Nelly.”
I smiled as I pulled the hand brake.In this version of the romance, I already had my butt plug in Nelly, and it was working on him.He’d been blushing at almost every other word out of my mouth, so despite the copious vomiting the previous night, we were getting somewhere.
“Thanks for the ride.”Nelly unbuckled his seat belt and hurried out of the car without even waiting for a response.
I got out too and opened the back door for Soul.Nelly was already sprinting across the street as if he was afraid I might slap him on the ass.He knew me so well already.Soul walked up next to me and barked after Nelly as he wove through what was mostly touristy pedestrians.
“I wonder what he wants here too,” I told the hellpoodle.“He could’ve stayed in my bed all day.He could’ve gotten me to give him my cock with only minimal begging.”I smiled after Nelly.“I’m a nice boyfriend that way.”
But Nelly had other ideas for some inexplicable reason, and like a stubborn swan prince, he had commanded I take him to Chymical Street.
Chymical Street was always a tourist attraction in any larger city.Magic users had, at some point in history, started using symbols for some of the classic skills they provided: eyes for any kind of psychic services, a leaf and a flower for herb magic users, three waves running parallel for healers, a three-pointed star for casters, and a pentagram for casters who also broke hexes and enchantments.
Recently, the community had refined their symbols and added colors to distinguish the more specialized brands of each trade.All the different banners and flags made Chymical Street a colorful place, one that presumably looked fantastic in vacation photographs.
Nelly wasn’t a tourist though, and seeing him so eager to be here made me curious.After all, the alternative was getting more of my attention, and given that he had demanded we fuck… Well.All I could do for the time being was follow the holiday romance plot he’d laid out for me.
I watched as he ducked into an herbalist’s after passing by a few other storefronts.I shrugged.If this was the place he chose for deepening our romance, so be it.
“No biting humans, Soul,” I told the poodle as I followed my shrewd boyfriend across the street.The poodle gave an agreeable bark.She made a fine hellhound indeed.A good hellpoodle.
The poodle eagerly walked into the herbalist’s ahead of me while I sniffed the air.It was heavy with the scent of henbane, dried marigolds, various fungi, a good selection of ash, and even tea leaves; the kind you could tell the tourists were magic even if they were just tea.The shop itself had opted for a cream interior rather than a more classical dark oak design.It made the whole space feel less cramped than your average herbalist.
