Page 37 of Devil Bound
“Well?”Metatron asked.
It took me a moment to realize she was talking to me.Tiamat had been holding my gaze, distracting me with her sheer presence.Thankfully, the Dragon Mother looked back at the food in front of her—actual food—and popped an apple slice into her mouth.
“Nelly, are you okay?”Lucifer asked.
Oh, I could hear the unspoken question in his voice, had I hit my head or was this my dementia again?That damn asshole and his damn voice and taste and the way he looked at me and…everything.His face was way too close—he was gloating, enjoying how he had gotten me to basically cuddle him in front of Tiamat.I didn’t yet know how or when, but I definitely would get back at him for this.
“Just peachy,” I said.
I tried glaring at him, but he was holding me too close for that to have any effect.I contemplated dropping the juice on him, but it was good, and I really was hungry.
Metatron switched to a language I didn't know, but it sounded old, with lots of sharp consonant sounds.Either that, or she was cursing in a creative blend of languages.
“I’m taking that as endorsement of lemon balm and wheatgrass then,” she said, clearly for my benefit, and wandered off.
“Tell me how you two met,” Tiamat said, looking back at me while I drank about half of the juice in one go.The stuff was really good.
“I told you, I found him staring up at the night sky with a zombie on top of him,” Lucifer said.
The Dragon Mother waved that off.“I know what you told me, but I’d like to hear the necromancer speak.Well?”
I liked Tiamat.I was going to set the record straight and tell her everything the Devil had done to me since that day, how he had dragged the zombie off me, followed me, lured me into owing him pizza money, tricked me into buying emergency apples, and then taken in Soul so I wouldn’t have to see her put down.
I coughed.I’d have to phrase all of that a little differently.
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Lucifer
Thingswerefinallygoingin the right direction.While Nelly had failed to come to me and beg me for my cock, taking our relationship down the fake boyfriend route was working just fine.
“Uhm,” he said to Tiamat before taking another sip of the green juice Trony had prepared for him.
I watched him closely and took another whiff of his hair.It was unwashed, saturated with the scent of him and his own magic, but also of the outside, and something salty, wet, and cold.It would do him good to get out of his clothes, especially his painfully mismatched socks, and be warmed by my touch.
“I think my boyfriend is tired, Tiamat.”
Nelly almost snorted into his juice.Then he turned, his lovely golden eyes sharp with lust.Well, perhaps not lust alone.It was entirely possible he was annoyed.Perfectly understandable given that he had come here right after work.
“I’m not a kid you need to put to sleep.”
I licked my lips.“Who said anything about sleeping, Nelly?”
Color rose to his pale cheeks, starting out a beautiful pink before turning a richer, deeper red.Hmm.I wondered how much work it would take to replicate that when we were in the middle of lovemaking.Would it take my cock?Going by how responsive Nelly had been to my magic, I didn’t think so.I was quite sure I could get him there just by kissing him, maybe by playing with his nipples or teasing his cock.
My mouth watered.How had it taken four years for him to finally come into my house and relax in my arms as he was now, enjoying his juice?
“Shut up.Tiamat asked how you…how you…”
The color didn’t leave him as his words petered out, and he went back to his juice.
“Lucifer.”
Tiamat’s voice had taken a stern turn, and it forced me to sit up straighter, tighten my hold on Nelly, and face her.
“Yes, Dragon Mother?”
“Why does your lover seem so displeased with you?”
