38. Lucifer
Chapter 38
Lucifer
S ulphur burned his lungs, the distinctive scent mixed with the weighted air turning his blood to ice. Panic seized him, tightening its vicious tentacles around his throat until it tightened.
His whole body tried to jerk, his wrists secured, caught short and held above his head. That panic twisted into something dark, dangerous as he felt the blackened corruption he kept repressed pushing at the confines of his mind. It called for him to react. To destroy.
Lucy tried to control it, the smoke choking as he tried to jerk his wrists again, only for a small, annoyed murmur to draw his attention down.
Scarlet lay curled on her front, the weight of her left wing partially draped over his lower half while the other hung suspended off the bed. She sighed against his skin, nuzzling as close as she could without actually lying on him.
Calm down.
Lucifer concentrated on her breathing, matching his own, rapid breaths to her slower ones. Next was her pulse, which he felt beating behind his ribs at a rhythm half his. It was the only thing that broke through the threatening haze, the edges of his vision no longer a red blur. All he saw was her, the white of her feathers, the paleness of her skin and the lightness of her hair.
She was exhausted, her palm resting on the centre of his chest. He could see it now he was really looking. There were worry lines between her brows even in sleep, and
shadows beneath her eyes.
He’d never slept in a bed with someone before. At least, not willingly. He’d fucked people, but he’d never stayed the night. It just wasn’t his style, preferring to keep some sort of distance between those he stuck his dick into. Although, he hadn’t mentally declared possession of someone before, either.
Even if that someone had given him over to become poked and prodded by a cunt in a white coat. Which made him even more surprised to see her so comfortable beside him. His Scarlet was definitely a conundrum.
Wiggling slightly, he managed to pull her leg over his hips entirely, draping the front of her body half across his chest.
She groaned, face curling into a frown.
With a smirk, he planted his feet flat on the bed and bucked his hips. Scarlet jerked up, the momentum throwing her across his body and forcing her to spread her legs over his hips. Her eyes snapped open, hands slapping down against his chest with a thwack that thankfully didn’t hurt, which meant whatever Cassiel had done had healed.
Yay to black magic.
He expected to see her wings open in all their glory, and was disappointed when they didn’t.
“Now, I’ve woken up in some compromises before,” he purred, his voice taking on a hoarse tone. On purpose, of course. Not from trauma. “But never anything as delicious as this.”
He pulled against the binds pinning his wrists, straining them without breaking.
“Kinky.”
Scarlet’s eyes dipped to his chest, her attention sharp as she checked beneath the strips of fabric he hadn’t noticed until now. They criss-crossed his chest, as well as his thighs and arms like some distressed mummy. She pulled the ones on his chest off, some of the tension bleeding from her shoulders when she saw perfectly healed skin.
“Kyle told me to keep those on,” she said, nodding to his wrists and even her voice had his body warming.
Lucifer laughed at his apprentice’s name. “Kyle that fucker. I didn’t expect him to be hanging out down here.”
Not that he cared that Kyle was using his old hideout, as long as he didn’t touch his stuff.
“Right now, I’m more interested in what you’re doing here, love.” Rocking his hips slightly, he realised he was naked, and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath that T-shirt of hers.
Scarlet stilled, a blush burning across her cheeks.
Yep, she was definitely as naked as he was.
He eyed the T-shirt, hoping his mind would burst it into flames, but as his chi was acting sketchy at best he didn’t want to risk using any arcane so close to her. “Take it off,” he demanded, the general stench of the Nether clinging to the fabric. Plus, it wasn’t big enough to be his, which made it Kyle’s.
Jealousy twisted his gut, gnawing at his insides until that earlier corruption threatened to reappear with vengeance.
“The T-shirt. I said take it off.”
“What?” Her eyes widened, looking down. “No.”
“Then release me.” The wood beneath his head groaned when he tugged once more, testing the strength. He could easily remove them, but wanted to give her the illusion she had control for a little longer. He wanted to lull her into a false sense of security before he really showed her the consequences of her actions.
“Kyle said…”
“Kyle’s a fucking bellend, and I’m going to really enjoy shoving a hot poker up his arse when I see him next,” he growled, losing patience. “Last chance, angel.”
SCARLET
His eyes were a brand, burning through the fabric covering her body as if he could already see her bare. It pebbled her nipples, and tightened her skin. She felt his erection between her legs, the power of it throbbing.
His growl was impatient, and she leaned over ready to slip off his lap, only for the bastard to jerk his hips. The movement was harsh, forcing her forward at the same time the right strap snapped.
Her lips parted, his fingers squeezing the sides of her throat to keep her in place. “Lucifer…”
“Is this part of the torture? For you to get me so hard it aches?”
“What?” she managed to push out as he tightened his grip. “No…I…”
Lucifer groaned, his dick rubbing between their bodies. There was no way he could miss how her pulse beat, his movements setting her on fire. Tension crackled the space between them, and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was remembering how good he felt inside her, or because of their situation.
“You’ve been a naughty fucking girl, Scar.”
He was angry, deservedly so, but there was a devilishly glint that worried her more than his rage.
“I’m sorry.” His hand released her throat, only to tug the fabric so roughly it ripped down the front. Before she could do as much as move an inch he had both her wrists in one hand, and his hot tongue lapping around her breast. “Lucifer!”
He tugged against her nipple, red eyes glowing as he bit down. “Hmm. I think you can apologise better than that.”
His left hand was still attached to the bed, her body betraying her as he nibbled along her breast. She eyed the knife, which was to the side of his head, and tugged her wrists. He held them as if they were bound in steel.
“Did you really think I would give you any control, love?”
Need pulsed low in her belly, and she pointedly ignored it. “What happened to angel?”
“You’re not being very fucking angelic right now, are you?” He rocked his hips, his dick rubbing between her folds to brush against her clit.
“I’m sorry,” she cried out, trying to concentrate. Lucifer understood her body better than she did, every subtle shift of friction causing her to squirm. “I didn’t have a choice. If there had been another way…”
“Do you know what torture does to me?” His movements were becoming frantic, and she found herself rocking against him. “It makes me fucking ravenous.”
“There’s something wrong with you.” She glanced at the knife again, his grip loosening on her wrists when he rolled his hips.
His bark of laughter vibrated straight between her thighs.
It was as if he had power over her body, and a small, feminine part of her wanted to submit to his strength. The rational part of her wanted to run away and never look back.
“You see, captivity was so endlessly boring that seeing how much damage I could take was a real thrill,” he said, his smile feral.“I wonder how many times I could take you to the edge of an orgasm before you begged me to let you come.”
“You’ve been hurt,” she rationalised. “You’re still recovering from whatever Cassiel…”
The other restraint snapped free, her yelp of surprise loud when he released her wrists. Only for both his hands to hook beneath her thighs and pull her body up over his face. He groaned, pinning her pussy against his mouth. His tongue lapped at her with demanding strokes, forcing her orgasm to the surface in just seconds.
“Hmm,” he hummed against her skin. “I bet it doesn’t take very long at all.”
Her body ached, held so tight as she danced on the edge, only for him to turn his head and bite her inner thigh a single stroke before she exploded. She cried out, her orgasm waning as he chuckled between her legs.
Her knee knocked against the knife, pushing it dangerously close to the edge of the bed. He went back to devouring her as if she was his favourite dessert, his arms locked around her hips. His licks were harsher, the flat of his tongue rough as it lapped at her arousal with no pause. No reprieve as her body tightened again after the shortest time, her breathing rapid as she tried to reach for the knife.
She was so close, her hips wanting to rock against his tongue and chase its own release. Pressure had built in her lower stomach, all she needed was one more…
Lucifer lifted her from his face, and she screamed out in frustration.
Slumping forward her fingers wrapped around the handle, only for Lucifer to flip them. She wasn’t used to being manhandled so easily, a twinge along her wings that was quickly forgotten when she realised she’d automatically pulled the knife up, the tip slicing into his chest.
Lucifer smirked, eyes glinting with pure masochism as he leaned closer. “Do it.”