Chapter Twenty-Nine Lucifer
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Lucifer
I did not negotiate for the two of them to take over like this, but here we are, unfortunately. My future wife and her deathly paramour have every intention of cuckolding me, and in my own bloody playroom at that.
The tables have turned.
That much is clear.
Charlotte crawls toward Death, orchestrating this whole thing.
Minx.
She-devil.
I snarl.
I might have trained her a little too well, honestly.
Azrael assists her to her feet, lifting her into his arms before he sits upon one of the benches.
“What are you doing?” I snarl, my fingers digging into the plush leather of my throne.
If I weren’t trapped in this bloody chair, I’d already be halfway across the room, tearing into him before he—
“Claiming what’s mine.” He positions my wife so that the thick head of his cock is now outside her pussy.
We’ve already worked her over enough that despite his considerable size, he’ll slide in easily. Charlotte lets out a heady moan, trying to ease farther down onto him.
But Death isn’t having it.
He grips her hips, his fingers digging into her, drawing the moment out as he stares directly at me.
Death has been waiting for this for a very long time.
And he’s going to savor it slowly.
I try and fail to come out of my chair again just as he slides home, seating Charlotte on the length of his cock, so he’s fully inside her. An unhinged chuckle tears from my lips as I realize that my wrists are shackled by my own goddamn shadows to my throne.
Whether it’s Charlotte or Azrael who wields them, I don’t care.
They are both going to regret this.
“Very funny, you two.” I smirk, despite my lack of amusement, pushing against my bindings again, but they’re not moving. My expression goes cold, my gaze narrowing. “I swear on all that is holy, if you touch her without my permission, I will—”
“You already gave me your permission, lover,” Azrael growls, suddenly the untamed version of himself he’s been holding back, taunting me as he meets my gaze head-on.
He starts to thrust in and out of Charlotte.
She places her hands on his shoulders, riding him, unaware of the monster she’s just unleashed.
“She was part of our deal, remember?”
My soon-to-be wife slides up and down his length, so wet from where she’s clearly enjoying this little territorial battle we’re having over her that Azrael’s shaft is practically gleaming.
“The only permission I need now is hers.” Death’s attention swings back to her. “And you’re so eager to give it to me, aren’t you, little siren?”
“Yes, sir,” Charlotte moans in agreement.
Calling him by my honorific.
I bare my fangs and let out a threatening snarl as Azrael palms her ass, his fingers digging into her skin. Charlotte throws back her head, and her pace starts to increase.
My cock gives an unexpected jerk.
They really are a sinful sight.
But she has no idea the danger she’s flirting with, and my jealousy overrides any pleasure I might be feeling. “If you two don’t stop this right now, I swear that I’ll—”
“Do what? Punish me?” Death chuckles. “Tell me who you want in charge, baby girl,” Azrael grumbles, speaking over me.
“You, Daddy,” she says, before she looks straight at me and grins.
Fucking grins.
Ever the brat she’s always been.
But this is properly out of line, even for her.
She’s furious with me for the punishment I’ve given them. I can see that now, and now she’s going to make me hurt for it.
She slides up and down Azrael’s cock, dragging her nails down his back as she stares directly at me, exactly like she does when we make love outside the playroom.
I let out a roar so loud, I’m certain my entire realm can hear, my skin tightening. “You want a punishment? I’ll fucking give you a punishment, all right. There’ll be entire gospels, endless sermons, whole fucking beatitudes warning our future progeny about the pleasure and pain I will bring you.”
All with the sole purpose of reminding her of my one and only commandment.
That she is and always will be mine.
For the rest of our immortal eternity.
My voice lowers to its demonic register. “This is your last chance to stop this nonsense, or this will end poorly for both of you.”
It’s one of the few celestial abilities I’ve retained, thankfully.
I may no longer have my access to my power, but I’m still the goddamn devil, for Christ’s sake, and a devil who’s currently being made a mug of by more than one of my bratty subs.
“Are you safe-wording, or are you going to finally sit back and enjoy what you’ve created, lover?” Azrael taunts, his face turning skeletal.
As if this were my true intention all along.
The two of them fucking like this.
The fire in my eyes turns molten.
I will give neither of them the satisfaction of besting me.
Especially him.
“Both of you will regret this for the rest of your immortal days.” I sink back into my seat, expecting Azrael to answer, but it’s Charlotte who mutters, “I don’t think we will, honestly.”
Witch. Vixen.
A furious snarl tears from my throat, even as I lean back, smirking like the devil I am.
They want to play games and dominate me?
I’ll fucking play.
My wife gazes down at Azrael as she rocks her hips back and forth, just like she does when I have her in my arms.
A lion’s roar erupts from my throat as one last time I try and fail to break free of whichever of them is binding me.
My celestial senses grow weaker by the day, waning with each additional moment without my power, and I’m starting to age. Slowly.
For the first time ever.
And now this?
I knew falling in love with her would be the end of me.
I just failed to recognize she’d be the one dancing upon my grave.
Delighted by my distress, Charlotte shakes her head, tsking at me. “Might as well get used to it, Daddy. There’s more than one Dom in my life now.”
“Like hell there is,” I grate out just as I manage to wriggle one of my hands free.
Two can make a game of this.
With or without my powers.
I turn my attention to my ex, focusing upon the weak link. “You’ve been craving this for a very long time, haven’t you, Reaper?”
Azrael turns his gaze toward me, and my lips twist wickedly.
Let her watch him fall.
I won’t be the only one love made twice a fool.