Page 87 of Devil Bound
With his hands in leather gloves—real leather, I was pretty sure—he turned the radio on, loud.I forced the shock down and reached for my magic, but whatever had been in the syringe was already dulling everything, even the stabbing noise of the radio.The world wasn’t spinning like it had when I’d gotten drunk; it was dissolving, disintegrating, like a sandcastle when the tide came in, and I couldn’t make it stop, couldn’t hold on.I felt cold all over, cold and scared.
Then everything went dark, and I knew no more.
48
Lucifer
Growlingwokemefromthe deep slumber I’d fallen into with Nelly soft and warm in my arms.I reached for him to pull him back snug against my chest, but all I found were cold sheets.I blinked my eyes open to a dark room and an empty bed.
“Nelly?”
I sat up and turned to the source of the noise.Soul was sitting in front of the bed, growling expectantly and drooling copiously.
I looked around and realized what was amiss: firstly, one of the water bottles I’d brought up was gone.Secondly, so were Nelly’s clothes, and I knew Trony wouldn’t have come in here to take them for laundry while Nelly and I were still busy.Thirdly, I’d closed the door when I’d come upstairs earlier so I’d be undisturbed while I took Nelly.It was ajar now.
I let my magic flow outward to confirm that it was really only Soul and me in the room.If Nelly had simply decided to go pee on his own, I’d let myself be swayed into forgiveness.If he asked nicely enough.
But no.Just me and the drooling hellpoodle.
“That…necromancer.” I imbued the word with all the force of far more florid curses.
Nelly had left, again, except this time, he’d escaped from right under my nose.From out of my arms, to be precise, and I hadn’t noticed.The cursed poodle had noticed, and judging by the coolness of the sheets, it had taken her some time to alert me.
I got to my feet and pulled on the clothes I’d stripped out of earlier.
“He’s getting chained to the bed this time around, and that’s final,” I told the poodle, who’d stopped growling and now watched me with expectant interest.I looked at her.“You never needed a leash to obey, but one single human necromancer is more difficult than a cursed poodle.Unbelievable.”
I stomped out of the room, glancing at the food I’d left out as I went.
“He didn’t even eat any of the apple slices.Can you believe that?”
Soul huffed in response, then walked ahead of me, clearly wanting me to follow, so I did.I took the stairs two at a time to keep up with her, then let her lead me to the kitchen.I saw well enough in the dark so I didn’t bother with the lights.
Nelly’s wallet and phone were gone from the kitchen island where Trony had left them for him, and instead, my willful boyfriend had left an empty water bottle there.At least he’d hydrated.
“Unbelievable.”I went to the water bottle.“Oh.Oh.”
There was a bill underneath it.I pulled it out with two fingers and looked at it.
The coffee.My necromancer was attempting to repay me for the coffee I’d bought him to soothe his contrary mood.This was like the pizza money, but worse.I’d get payback for this, and he’d not be in a mood to go anywhere after.Ideally, his legs wouldn’t work too well after anyway.
My jaw tense, I headed out to the hallway, Soul at my heels.There, I grabbed a pair of shoes from the closet by the front door.Soul just stood there and looked at the door, letting out a growl much deeper than you’d expect from a canine her size.
“Did you pick up his scent?”
She barked once.
“Good poodle.Good hellpoodle.Let’s head to the garage, take a car.”
As Soul and I made our way through the house, I wondered why Nelly had left, and in the middle of the night at that.It made no sense.
Of course, Nelly’s way of thinking didn’t always make sense.He’d liked everything I’d done to him, he’d asked for everything I’d given, and he’d not told me to stop.The man who got riled at the drop of a pin had managed to not say anything acerbic in my bed nor in my arms.He’d come completely undone while I’d made love to him, so clearly, it wasn’t the sex that had made him flee.That was a relief.
Granted, I’d enjoyed holding and having him too much to bother cleaning either of us up after, but he’d given no indication at all of having an issue with that at the time.And even if my small neglect had been enough to upset him, it was an issue he could’ve bitched about in the morning, at length, and I would’ve happily borne it.Me failing to wipe him down was no reason to leave our bed, especially not when he still had my cum inside of him.
Yet, if the Dragon Mother found out about this, I was going to be in trouble.
Perhaps she’d understand that Nelly had…issues.I really would’ve liked to have come across him with a nice dose of amnesia, but I’d just have to take him the way he was, even if the Dragon Mother forced me to labor for the pleasure of keeping my lover.
