Page 61 of Devil Bound
I was momentarily disoriented, and the world spun even more than it had before.My sight darkened for a second, then the lights came back, but they were not city lights.I looked around.Before I could really get my bearings, I bent forward again to noisily bring up sour bile that tasted of tequila and soy sauce.
Lucifer, fuck him very much, had gone back to stroking my back and holding me.When I was done, he put an arm around me and walked me toward…his house.Damn.He’d teleported me.I’d never had that experience, and I hadn’t really got to experience it properly on account of the vomiting and the general intoxication after only two cocktails.
The walk was a chore.My legs felt rubbery, my head was stuffed full of smelly cotton balls, and my body wouldn’t do what I needed it to, which was run.What it did was keep up that erection I had somehow acquired.
Lucifer pushed the door open, and we were in the white hallway of his Devil Mansion.There were far fewer lights on than yesterday, and I heard the sound of a movie playing on a nice home setup, which explained the flashes of brightness against the walls up ahead.
Lucifer walked me to the fireplace room, where I could make out Metatron, her hair up in a ponytail, watching something that strobed with the explosive color of CGI action scenes.
“Are you kidding me?”she asked upon seeing me.“I just cleaned those shoes.Lucy, did you really have to make him throw up before dragging him all over my floors?”
Lucifer groaned.I could feel the sound vibrate through his chest.The world was still spinning, but that was hot.No, wait.It wasn’t hot.Lucifer was a jerk, and it was important that I remained focused on that.
“He’s drunk, and that’s not my fault, but as his boyfriend, I have to prioritize putting him to bed when he’s like this.”
He sounded reasonable.I hated that.He also sounded a little more defensive than usual.I liked that.
“Whatever you say.”Metatron narrowed her eyes at me and my sorry state.“Just please get his clothes off him so I can soak them.”
Fuck, no.
“That I can promise,” the Devil said.
“Get off me.”
My words came out slurred, even to my own ears.I pushed against his chest, but damn, that was a solid chest.Would it taste of woodsmoke and spices?Fuck.I couldn’t be thinking about fuckingtastingLucifer’s chest.
“Shush, Nelly.”Lucifer walked me past Metatron to the ballroom and the fancy staircase.“I’ll carry you upstairs.Let me know if things start turning too badly and you need to throw up again.”
He what-the-fuck?
Apparently, he meant it.He lifted me bridal style as if I weighed nothing and started up the stairs.
“Put me down,” I slurred.I sort of wiggled my left leg for emphasis.
That got no reaction whatsoever.Lucifer’s chest was warm, and his scent was stronger this close to him.I needed to get away from him.I needed to never see him again, and I needed my cock to understand that.My cock was currently having a disagreement with my brain.
With a jolt, I remembered.I needed amnesia, amnesia of the nether regions, apparently.
The Devil walked me through the darkness of his house, the darkness that hung like a deceptive veil around the upstairs where his bed was.And his bed was too soft, too seductive.I struggled in his arms, but it made my stomach and throat pinch painfully.
“Stop that, Nelly.”We were just outside his door.I couldn’t let him do this to me.Seduce me.Charm me with his sexy smell, which wasn’t sexy at all.The door was ajar, and he kicked it open farther with his foot.I reached for the doorframe as he walked me through it, holding on with everything I had.“Really, Nelly, you will just make yourself unwell again.”He turned quickly—not quite quickly enough to make me dry heave with vertigo, but quickly enough to make me lose my grip.
My tequila-addled brain made me see liquid shadows moving around the room, and the spinning overtook me just before Lucifer put me down on the bed as if I were a breakable porcelain doll.
“Stop,” I said to Lucifer and the world in general.Like two conspiring criminals, neither obeyed.
I wasn’t sure what I had done to deserve the Devil treating me like this, but he wasn’t going to win, not this time.This time I would…
Everything was moving so damn much, and I wasn’t really sure what I would do, but I’d definitely figure it out.Soon.
34
Lionel
ThebedIwaslying on seemed to be moving, like a life raft on the high seas.That probably wasn’t the case, but nothing would stand still, not the bed, not Lucifer close to me, his handsome face floating in and out of my field of vision.
“How much did you drink, Nelly?”he asked.I couldn’t decide what to make of his tone.He wasn’t angry or annoyed; at least, I didn’t think so.
