Page 80 of Devil Bound
Presumably to change things up in this part of the house, the sexy paintings had sexy satyr and nymph statues for companions.Well, sexy satyr and sexy Ganymede, and some were doing a lot more than the classical statues had ever dared.It all added to my arousal in the most uncomfortable way, for which I blamed Lucifer and the butt plug, in that order.
At last, I found the room we’d had brunch in, and that made me remember sitting in Lucifer’s lap with his hands roaming over my thighs.That didn’t help with the erection either, damn it.That Metatron was out or elsewhere, doing whatever an angel of her status did, was a small mercy.
The stairs were no fun.I sucked on my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning.There was this little nagging voice inside my head that kept saying how nice it would’ve been if I’d just stood there and let Lucifer carry me up these stairs, his big warm hand on my oversensitive butt.He might’ve kneaded it, slapped it.Which I didn’t want, of course.
No.In no way did I want the Devil to slap my ass.Who would want that?Not me, Nelly Hawkes, professional necromancer and police consultant.
Fuck.LionelHawkes.
I really was losing it.
Upstairs, I headed toward Lucifer’s room but dared a look over the banister and down at the ballroom.It was really pretty.The setting sun cast geometric patterns on the floor and made the marble look warmer, like golden sand on a beach.I wondered what it would be like to stand here with Lucifer by my side, his scent around me, looking down while a party was happening.
It was an idiotic, soppy fantasy.Lucifer wasn’t the kind of person to shut up long enough to enjoy a nice view with someone, and I wasn’t the kind of person people wanted to share any kind of view with, except when dead bodies were involved, and then only because I was good with those.
I shook my head to dislodge the thought of holding hands with the Devil and turned toward Lucifer’s bedroom.I opened the door and walked inside.Metatron had made the bed with a fresh set of identical gray sheets.She had also fluffed the pillows, left the lube on the bedside table, and partially drawn the curtains so the large bed was once more in shadow and amber light.
It was all set up perfectly for our first and final fuck, and I appreciated that.
I took a deep breath and undressed, leaving my clothes draped somewhat neatly over the back of the armchair near the door.That would make a quick exit easy.
I quickly discovered that getting onto the bed was best done on all fours, and I wondered if I should just lie down in the center on my belly and wait for Lucifer.
But that would make me look weak, so I gingerly moved to the wall of pillows and tried to find a position that didn’t make me any hornier.It meant I would be able to see Lucifer come through the door, which in turn meant he’d see me too, sitting here with my hard dick in my hands.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but there was precious little I could do apart from masturbating, and the idea of the Devil walking in on me while doing that… Well, it wasn’t an option.
And so I waited.And waited.Eventually, I pulled the sheet over me, and the erection went down, which was one good thing, at least.I stared up at the ceiling, much like I’d stared up at the night sky on that fateful night when I’d first met the Devil and his damn ego.The ceiling was white and sort of textured.It almost looked fluffy, like clouds maybe.
When Lucifer finally did walk through the door, my cock twitched.The reaction was instant and visceral, and there was nothing I could do about it.
The injustice.The sheer depths of embarrassment I would fall into if anyone ever found out I got hard when I saw the Devil.
Lucifer, meanwhile, was carrying a tray with sandwiches and artfully sliced apples in one hand and two water bottles—the fancy kind people wearing very expensive yoga pants took to the gym—in the other.
“You made sandwiches?You left me up here while you made fucking sandwiches?”I asked, incredulous and pissed, a reaction that was wrong and misaligned considering my reason for being here was to get fucked before getting out.The one-night stand to end all one-night stands.
“And apples.The ones you picked for us, Nelly.”
Lucifer put the tray on the table by the window, unceremoniously shoving the book that lay there off and letting it drop to the floor.Then he walked toward the bed, watching me.“You’ll need to hydrate and eat after the first round, so don’t complain.Oh, I spelled the apples so they won’t turn brown.I figured you were picky about that kind of thing.”He put the water bottles down right next to the lube.
I snorted.“You think I’m picky?You’re seriously accusing me of being a picky eater after forcing me to go on a fucking juice fast with you.Are you fucking kidding me?”
He chuckled, and it somehow sounded exactly like hot chocolate tasted.“That was because I was worried about you.I told you; all that coffee you drink, it’s enough to keep a whole army of the undead going.”
I rolled my eyes.“Like you know what would keep an army of the undead going.”
He sat on the bed and turned his head just so before running a hand through his hair and looking at me as if he were a model and I a lonely camera with a sexy flash about to go off.
“I do.It’s you, babe.You’re the thing that can keep an army of zombies going.Let’s find out what keeps you going, hmm?”
Something fluttery moved down in my belly, and I didn’t like that sensation.I’d never felt anything like it before, and it scared me.
Then Lucifer moved up the bed and toward me, and that strange feeling grew.I had no idea what was happening, but I was pretty sure it was too late to tap out.
Close your eyes and think of…think of…
For the fucking life of me, I couldn’t figure out what the fuck I was supposed to think of as the Devil slowly came for me.
