Chapter 19 Lucifer
LUCIFER
Luc scooped Dex into his arms. Dex’s pulse thundered, his breaths coming in short, shallow pants, and Luc’s body thrummed to the frantic beat.
Mine.
“Breathe with me, Dex.” Luc laid a hand on Dex’s chest. “Look at me. Deep breaths. That’s it. In. Out.”
Dex’s eyes locked on his, and he dutifully copied Luc’s breaths. At last, his heart rate began to settle. The steady beats grounded Luc—bringing them closer together—and took the edge off Luc’s potent need to claim all of his mate’s body.
Not in the street. Not yet, but soon.
Dex’s eyes fluttered half closed. He wrapped a loose arm around Luc’s neck, leaning his head against his chest.
So sweet, his little mate.
Luc’s heart clenched. “Hold on,” he whispered, the growl gone from his tone.
He launched into the air. Dex whimpered, clinging to Luc’s neck, and Luc only clutched him tighter.
His. Dex was his, and Luc was far from done with him. “I’ve got you. You’re mine, and you’re staying with me.”
Dex’s fingers flexed against Luc’s neck, and he pressed his face to Luc’s chest. “Yes.”
Luc’s wings pumped at full speed. Fire flared within him. He doubted he could have retracted his demon features if he’d tried. The need to claim Dex coursed through him, throbbing along with his own pulse and nearly blinding him.
He’d found his mate, toyed with him, hunted him, given him pleasure, and his mate had said he belonged to him.
The mating spell echoed in Luc’s mind as he landed in front of his loft and kicked the door open. Claiming Dex would be a perfect end to the night, but the bond had never been on the table, and instinct would never override reason.
Luc could want something and not take it.
But that didn’t mean the night was over.
Dex lifted his head and glanced around as Luc carried him up the stairs to his bed. “You decorated.” Dex’s voice was soft, dazed, and maybe even amused.
“We need more than a bed, especially if you’re going to be my prisoner.”
Dex stiffened, his pupils blowing wide. “W-what do you mean?”
Luc carried Dex past the couch and table to the bed and tossed him onto the mattress. Dex’s cock slapped his stomach, already hardening. Luc pulled off Dex’s shoes, ripped the destroyed jeans from Dex’s calves, and tossed them away.
He wrapped his hands around Dex’s ankles. “You failed to escape, and I captured you. You aren’t going anywhere, my dear.”
Dex moaned, arching his back. His hand neared his cock, before quickly jerking back.
“Good boy. No touching yourself unless I say. Now, hands above your head.”
Dex complied without hesitation, stretching his body and bringing out the definition in his arms as he reached for the headboard.
Luc let fire dance in his eyes. With a flick of his fingers, leather straps wound around Dex’s wrists, securing them together. Another flick, and a second strap melded to the cuffs, attaching itself to the headboard as if the leather had grown out of the wood.
Dex twisted to look over his shoulder, tugging on the restraints. “Luc.” He whipped back around, his eyes wide, and tugged to no avail. “You can’t.”
“Can’t I?”
Was it too much?
Dex had said he’d never played like this before, and the fantasy of being restrained might not have prepared him for the reality. Same with the fantasy of saying no and not being listened to, even though they’d gone there before.
Dex shook his head, words seeming to fail him.
“I need you to give me a color,” Luc said calmly, almost gently, with a hint of command, the fire in his eyes dying to a smolder.
Dex’s chest heaved up and down. He closed his eyes and his body went lax. “Green.”
“Good boy.” Luc caressed Dex’s ankle, trailing his fingers along Dex’s calf and kissing his thigh. “And what would you say if you wanted me to stop?”
“Red.”
“That’s right.” Luc kissed him again.
Dex’s eyes opened, his relaxed manner seeming to loosen his tongue. “Nothing permanent, and we’re green.”
Luc froze. Nothing permanent? Of course not. “You’re not my captive forever. Just for tonight.”
Dex squirmed, eyes closing once more. “I know, but I want to be yours.”
He sounded as agonized as Luc felt. Had he realized the truth? That they were fated to a nearly impossible situation.
Whether he’d landed on the truth or not, Dex needed him. It was clear in his body language, in his voice, and Luc could give him what he needed within the confines of this scene. He could fulfil Dex’s fantasy of being his—of belonging and being owned—even if it wasn’t enough.
Even if it wasn’t everything they were destined for.
Fuck. Luc’s grip tightened on Dex’s ankle. He had to give Dex more. He had to free them from their doomed fate.
Fierce determination scorched Luc’s soul like he hadn’t experienced in two thousand years. He would find a way. He’d settle for nothing less than giving his bonded mate the universe on a silver platter.
Luc surged up his mate’s body, cupping his throat. “You are mine, Dex. Look at me.”
His lids fluttered open.
“Mine.” Luc infused the word with everything he had, leaving no room for question.
Dex nodded, his words breathless. “Yours. What are you going to do to me now that you’ve caught me?” His hint of melancholy had fled, a needy whine taking its place.
Luc straightened, looming over his captive mate. “Whatever I want. Whatever will please me most.”
That had been part of Dex’s fantasy—Luc doing ‘anything’ he wanted.
Deciding for Dex what came next. Luc would grant his mate any wish, give him anything he wanted no matter how difficult, but this was easy.
Fulfilling his mate’s needs transformed every little action into something important, and Luc felt powerful in the best way.
This was the kind of control he craved. Taking over was as much his fantasy as Dex’s.
Dex’s breathing shallowed, and his heart rate picked up. He squirmed in the sheets. “Please. Come on. What are you waiting for?”
“Are you being impatient?” Luc chided. Seemed he needed to remind Dex who was in charge.
“No.” Dex shook his head like pleasing Luc was more important than his own needs. Or like pleasing Luc was as much of a need as his desire to be used.
Luc’s fire smoldered. “I’d hope not. You can wait while I get ready. Can’t you?”
Dex bit his lip. “Yes, I can. I’m waiting.”
“Good.” Luc soaked up the renewed flush to Dex’s cheeks before sitting on the bed, facing away and undoing his shoes, taking his time with the laces.
After a long moment, Dex whined. “What are you doing?”
Aww, his mate sounded tortured, and after only the briefest diversion of Luc’s attention. Luc smiled. “Taking off my shoes. I can’t get this knot untied.”
Dex made an indignant sound. Yeah, he didn’t believe the lie, but he didn’t protest, trying so hard to be good for Luc.
Luc put his shoes and socks away, and at last returned his attention to Dex. His soft brown cheeks were flushed even darker, sweat lining his brow. Dex’s erection hadn’t flagged in the slightest.
“So good for me. A patient little captive. Ready for anything.” Luc licked his lips, and Dex sucked in a breath. “I can’t resist you, so it’s a good thing I don’t have to.”
“No, don’t resist. Please.”
Luc took off his pants.
Dex’s gaze dragged over him, straining to see Luc’s newly exposed skin, head tilted as much as possible. “I can’t touch you,” he whined, his arms flexing as he tugged on his bindings.
“No, tonight you’re mine. If you’re good, you can touch me next time.”
Dex nodded, eager to please as ever.
Luc loved giving them something to look forward to.
It was vital for Dex to know his desire extended past this moment.
That way, he could enjoy without worry. Dex liked fear, but that didn’t mean Luc should leave him wondering or afraid about what lay between them.
Dex had to know he was secure. He was safe with Luc.
And Luc had to remind himself that this was their beginning. Having something to look forward to opened him up in a way he’d forgotten existed. It excited him like nothing else.
Luc lowered his underwear and fisted his cock, the physical pleasure almost an afterthought compared to the heat in his heart.
Dex’s tongue poked out, and he licked his lips almost like he couldn’t help it. Luc’s fire flared.
Claim.
He spread his wings and beat them, working off the urge to let his primal side take over.
Dex gasped, his gaze drawn away from Luc’s cock in wonder. Air swirled around them, Dex’s scent everywhere.
A hint of smoke tinged the air.
Luc climbed onto the bed, his tail winding back and forth, and he grabbed Dex’s ankles, spreading his legs.
Dex moaned, arching his back and tilting his hips. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Hmm, let’s see…” Luc purred as he bent Dex’s knees, planting his feet on the mattress. With his thumbs, he spread Dex’s cheeks, exposing his hole, and Dex’s muscles clenched beneath his touch.
“Yes, this will do.” Luc ran a finger over Dex’s pucker. “You’re here for my pleasure. My captive, to whom I’ll do whatever I desire. A hole for me to use.”
Dex whimpered. “Please.”
“You’ve been dying for me to fuck you, haven’t you?” Luc scraped blunt red nails against Dex’s hole, eliciting a moan.
“Yes, I wanted you the first day we met. It’s your fault it took this long.”
Luc chuckled, meeting his mate’s defiant gaze. “And now look at you. Tied up and at the Devil’s mercy. Isn’t it better this way?”
“Y-yes.” Dex’s voice shook. He spread his legs wider, lifting his hips in clear invitation.
Luc growled, fire bursting in his chest. His eyes burned, and he snapped his wings again, powerless to resist his mate. “Mine.”
Magic slicked Luc’s fingers, coating them generously in lubricant, and he thrust one inside Dex. He arched off the bed, crying out as Luc worked him.
“I’m going to fuck you hard. Like you belong to me. So hard, you’ll feel me inside you for the rest of your life. So you know that I’ll never let you go.” Luc said it like a promise, like a threat, like the most sacred vow he’d ever made.