Page 68 of Devil Bound
The Devil’s growl ramped up in volume.“I didn’t take him, Dragon Mother.A work date.With someone from his work.I got there in time to take care of him through the worst though.”
I snorted, still looking for that spoon.“I had two drinks, if that.It was the champagne.”
“Champagne did this to you?”Tiamat sounded like she was disappointed in champagne.
“Nelly isn’t good at taking care of himself, Dragon Mother.Looking for this?”He held up a spoon in front of my face.Of course he’d hogged a damn spoon just to put me on the spot like this.
“Give,” I said and snatched the utensil from his fingers.Which he had lubed me up with.And then he’d licked my taste off them, and…
Before I could spiral into memories of what the Devil had made me do, Metatron put two pills in front of me, and with them a large mug of cappuccino.Or a latte.Heavens knew what the difference was.
“Straight espresso would have been fine.”I downed the aspirin with a large swig from the mug.She’d used cashew milk in it, almond maybe.
“I like making cappuccino, so deal with that, because you do not want to get me started on the stains you made me deal with in the space of not even two days, and that’s not even counting cum-soaked sheets.”
Tiamat nodded as I started spooning the parfait into my mouth.Metatron could be angry all she wanted, because while she had dealt with my dirty clothes—which I really did appreciate—I’d had to deal with the Devil currently running the flat of his hand up and down my right thigh.The effort it took to ignore that was enormous.
“Whenever you need a break from your work, you are welcome in my house,” Tiamat told Metatron, then turned to me.“I moved here.To Brunswick, not this house, although I will be visiting the lake regularly.It’s nice to be able to take a proper bath.”
“Uhm.”I swallowed my mouthful of parfait.It was good, made with rich coconut cream unless I was mistaken, but I didn’t have time to dwell on the taste.I was too hungry to appreciate it.“Congrats?”
She smiled at me and nodded.Her face made me think of all the warmest colors of summer, of dry heat, and fruit broken open under the setting sun.
“Thank you, young one.You’re welcome as well, and if Lucy fails to care for you much longer, I want you to tell me all about it.”
Lucifer shifted his hand more to the inside of my thigh.“Tiamat, you don’t need to worry about me and Nelly,” he lied.“He’s just very stubborn sometimes.”The fucking poodle barked at that from her spot lurking under the table, and it sounded like she was agreeing.Traitor.
Tiamat nodded.“As is to be expected in his case.Regardless, you take this man to bed, Lucy, and I deem you responsible for him.You will not find excuses to wiggle out of your responsibilities, not with me.”
Lucifer squeezed the inside of my thigh, but it seemed involuntary, not like he was trying to get a reaction out of me.“I understand, Dragon Mother.I’ll not fail you.Or my Nelly.”
I snorted but kept eating.
“Good, good.Well, I shall go now.Lucy, I’m taking your Porsche.My housewarming party is this weekend, and you will be there.”
“Of course, Dragon Mother.”
I’d never heard Lucifer sound so…demure.I really liked Tiamat.Maybe she would tell me how to make him grovel like this.Or make him go away, because that was what I needed, not him groveling and touching my thigh and smelling so damn good.Not mango and coconut, but still good.
Tiamat rose gracefully and strode out, her laptop under her arm.Metatron watched her leave, then turned to Lucifer and me.
“I bet her visit didn’t work out like you thought, Lucy.You know, I think the frogs in the lake have really been at it since the Dragon Mother started bathing there, but when they make sweet, slippery frog love, I don’t have to put on the thick rubber gloves for the cleanup afterward.”
I didn’t want to react to that, but the furious blush settled on my face like a silk shirt on a model’s chest.I focused on scraping the last bits of parfait out of the glass.
“Trony, you’ll embarrass Nelly, and he’s so shy already, even if my touch has been all that was needed to get him to completion.”
I hated, just hated Lucy.And his blabbering mouth.And his fucking touch.
Metatron nodded.“That’s just what virgins are like, Lucy.Has it really been long enough since you had one that you forgot?”
“I amnota virgin!”I blurted out, my voice going high.
Metatron screwed her nail polish closed and fanned her nails to help them dry.“Keep telling yourself that.Well, I have sheets to boil in acid, so if you’ll excuse me.”
Metatron stood and headed back to the front of the house, leaving me alone with the Devil, Soul hiding somewhere in the shadows, and an ensorcelled butt plug I needed to get rid of sooner rather than later.At this point, the hangover really was negligible.
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