Page 91 of Lucifer's Redemption

My steps widened to catch up, causing her to squeal in excitement before running down the hall in flight. My heart lightened, enjoying this new game.

She would not win.

It was hard for me to understand how, just fifteen minutes ago, my heart’s desire was devastatingly troubled. I felt her distress from within my father’s office, and soon after, I felt her emotions shift from sorrowful to stunned and, eventually, to anger. I didn’t think that Uriel was capable of that emotion, but there it was, nearly matching my own.

The bond had already begun weaving the threads of our souls together, so quickly that she pulled part of the fire from me. My wings shot from my body, and, before I even realized what was happening, ash fell from my wings onto the carpet beneath my father’s smoke. Mother growled from her seat in his lap.

“You guys are ruining all my carpets,” she huffed. Father simply kissed her forehead, but my mind had been taken somewhere dark. Uriel’s emotions flashed through my body again, unsure which emotion dominated. I darted down the hall, but before I could even step out the door, Cerberus linked me: there was trouble.

Thank the Fates I had him. He was always in the shadows guarding what was mine.

“Another voice,” he grumbled. “Another voice other than Uriel’s is beyond the door.” Cerberus’ usual playfulness turned protective, frantically scratching the door. Banging on the whitened doors, which now donned black scorch marks from my burning fists, hushed whispers echoed through to my ears. I growled, hating that my mate’s door was locked.

“Uriel!” I banged on the door again, while Cerberus linked my father. His eyes glazed over, permitting Father to watch the scene unfold. Father loved to take control of Cerberus and watch through his eyes. “Uriel, be a sweetheart and open the door.” My loving voice began wavering.

Hearing my love screaming that it was her mother, my patience dissipated. I blasted the door with both hands. The once pristine, white doors were now charred black from flames. It was indeed Hera. I stepped inside, and my glowing eyes illuminated the room with a deep shade of red.

This woman brought my mate to tears. Uriel stood on the bed pointing accusingly at her mother. Hera was merely an apparition, but my body wanted only to destroy it. She could have taken my mate, stolen her from me, and caused even more damage than she had already.

I could never let Hera take her. I was lucky that Uriel called for me, letting me know she was there. My mate cried in my arms, battling her overwhelming emotions and the torn alliances with her mother and father. Even though her mother was wrong, she was still her mother.

My heart swelled; I could hardly believe she would choose me and only me. After kissing her head gently and comforting her, I knew I had to find her family. I had to bring Uriel justice. Even if my mate became angry with me, Hera had to be reprimanded.

Uriel continued to giggle as she rounded a corner, now out of my sight. I picked up the pace, not wanting to lose sight of her, but her head popped back around the corner. Her dark hair cascaded down wistfully, her face bearing a bright smile as she checked to see if I was still following. Chuckling, I attempted to grab her hand, only for her to slip away before I made contact. She was damn fast for a little thing.

Continuing down the darkened hall, she didn’t look back. Using my wings as levitation devices, I hovered over her, close to the ceiling, so she couldn’t detect me. I watched through the dim lights as her playful prances became slow and steady steps.

“Luci?” she called out, her warm breath panting softly. “Luci?” she called out again, now seeing only the darkness of the hallway. The fire in the torches barely illuminated the darkened hallways, there was just enough light to see in front of your face. Uriel looked down the hall, rising on her tiptoes as if to improve her view.

“Luci?” her voice softened to a whisper. She played with her fingers as her heart raced. I bit my bottom lip, trying to contain a chuckle. Uriel’s heart pounded rapidly in her chest, now fully panicking. I lowered myself behind her, blowing softly into her ear as my hands wrapped around her arms. She immediately calmed, feeling the tingles we shared diffuse along her arms.

Feeling her body relax, I pushed her against the wall in the darkened hallway. Luckily, this hallway was rarely used, because it was perfect for what I wanted to do to her. My little bunny showed me her damn cupcake, and I was going to get my taste.

“What are you doing, Luci?” I lifted her sundress by her sides, exposing her perfectly white skin as it rose above her hips.

“Luci?” she questioned as my lips pressed to her right shoulder, kissing it delicately.

“You were teasing me,” I growled into her skin. She shivered before her fingers climbed up my chest and gripped my shoulders. “What do you think happens when you tease a beast like me?” I teased before biting her bottom lip.

Her golden eyes stared up at me with curiosity. “W-what happens, Luci?”

Placing my large hands against her tiny thigh, I lifted one leg and planted it above my hip, leaving her standing there, exposed to me. The breeze lifted her beautifully pink pussy’s aroma to my nostrils. Taking a deep breath, my guttural growl made Uriel stiffen while I gripped her leg tighter around my body, pulling her closer.

I chuckled, moving my hand near her core, leaning to her ear, “you get to deal with the primal urge it elicits.”

Uriel’s breath hitched, at the sensation of my warm fingers sliding into her beautiful lips. She was already wet, her gentle pants and the movement of her hips grinding closer to my finger. Dipping inside her core, I groaned, feeling warmth engulf me.

“You are always so wet, bunny. Are you needy for me?” She whimpered, unable to respond. “Give me words, bunny,” I gripped her thigh firmly with my other hand. My wings engulfed us, pinning us together as I slid my finger deeper inside her.

“Yes, Sir, I need you.”

Humming, I curled my finger, hitting a spot that caused my mate to tighten her grip on me. My cock strained against my jeans, making me regret not wearing boxers. My hips pressed closer, pushing her against the wall.

“How needy are you?” I pulled my finger away as she whined.

Gripping her thigh tighter, she moaned, “so needy, Sir. I’m really, really, needy.”

My lips captured hers, sucking her lips until they were as dark as a blooming red rose. Dominating her was so easy, so sinful, and she loved every minute.

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