Chapter 10 #2
My pulse jumped as his knuckles trailed down the side of my neck. Stupid body, betraying me with its responses. It would be so much easier if I weren’t attracted to him.
Leaning close, he brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “You missed me, Merri. It’s okay to admit it.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.”
A sharp pain shot from my ear straight to my core as he bit down on the lobe. That arousal I’d been trying to fight? She barreled forward like a battering ram, breaking through my weak mental barricade and hitting me hard.
“Physical desire isn’t the same as emotional connection.”
“Would it help ease some of your denial if I told you I missed you too?” he whispered in my ear.
“No.”
Yes.
“I missed you. So much.” His hand slid around my waist, and he turned me to face him. “I yearn, Merri. For you.”
That fucker. Not the yearning.
How was a girl supposed to keep her guard up against the absolute unadulterated need in his voice? Goddamnit.
I softened. Not completely, but enough for him to see that he had gotten to me. I could feel his smile against my neck.
“Do you need me to prove it to you? That out of the two of us, I am the one whose heart was taken against its will? That for all your talk of cages and kidnapping, it is I who has been taken prisoner? By you.”
I had to swallow against the wave of lust threatening to pull me under. “Prove it how?”
Without another word, Luc dropped to his knees in front of me, hands behind his back, head bowed.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus in the wicker basket with a pacifier.
“Luc, what are you doing?”
He lifted his golden head, the hair covering his eyes falling away from his face so I could take in all of his painfully beautiful features.
“You always insist this is only about me having power over you. So here, take it. Have your way with me. I already told you, Merri. I’m yours for the taking.
When it comes to me, you can have whatever you desire. ”
The absolute audacity of this man.
He hit me right where I lived. Giving over control, making himself vulnerable, was the one thing I never expected the devil to do. And here he was, on his knees for me.
I bit down on my bottom lip, contemplating his offer. It wouldn’t be the first time a man asked me to take control. But it might just be the first time I got off on it. The thought of Lucifer bound and at my mercy? Phew. It was enough to set my panties ablaze.
“Okay.”
I didn’t realize I’d spoken until I caught the flash of victory in his gaze.
“I’m at your mercy,” he forced out, voice thick with lust, “my darling.”
Giving in to the fantasy, I reached down and caught his chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting his head back so he could do nothing but stare into my eyes as I corrected him. “Queen.”
A smirk turned up one corner of his lips. “My queen.”
It should be illegal for two words to have that much power over me, but fuck me, they did.
It was all I could do not to sway as I held his gaze and plotted my next steps.
I had to test him, see how long he’d be able to keep this up.
Lucifer was all dominance, very little submission.
When he’d been acting as Cole, his passive behavior had been nothing more than a skillful performance to meet his own goal.
“Stand up,” I commanded.
He did. No words passed his lips, and his eyes never left mine.
“Strip. Slowly and with no magic to help.”
This time he managed to keep his features schooled, but there was no missing the amusement in his eyes. He was enjoying this. But I couldn’t tell if it was because he was getting his way, i.e., getting me to play his little game, or if it was something else.
Without a word he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine as his skilled fingers made easy work of the task.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as bits of smooth skin were exposed.
It shouldn’t have been so titillating, the slice of bare chest on display, but then again, I played this game often with my clients.
A flash of skin, a peek of cleavage, the promise of more if they were good.
I’d never been on this side of it before.
He shrugged out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor before reaching for his waistband, but I stopped him with a sharp, “Fold it.”
He quirked a brow but did as I asked, looking to me for direction once he was finished.
I gestured to the spanking bench with my chin. “You can set it there.”
I’m not ashamed to say I ogled him as he sauntered to the bench. His back was broad and defined, the muscles moving in a mouthwatering display of masculine beauty.
He turned around, ready to come back to me, but I stopped him with a shake of my head.
“Take off your pants. I want you nude before you return.”
He did just that, my mouth going dry as he worked the zipper down.
This was absolutely sinful. Who needed porn?
Just have a hot man do your bidding. Boom.
When he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his slate-gray trousers, my breath hitched.
I should not be this turned on. He hadn’t even touched me.
But I swear it felt like I was seconds away from combusting.
From the cheeky curve of his lips, the fucker knew it too.
After he’d folded his pants and set them on top of his shirt, his gaze returned to mine. He must have removed his socks and shoes while I’d been distracted—or maybe he was never wearing any because dreams—either way, he was as nude as the day he’d been created.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered before I could stop myself.
“So I’ve been told.”
“Come here.”
He took one step, but I stopped him, remembering my goal here. “Not like that. Crawl to me, Lucifer.”
Anyone who says a man giving up control isn’t sexy has never seen Lucifer Morningstar drop to his hands and knees. I knew I was the one in charge, but the way he looked at me as he gracefully closed the space between us had me ready to do very bad things. Very bad things indeed.
“What would you have me do for you, my queen?” he murmured.
I shivered in anticipation. I’d suspected he was enjoying this earlier, but now I knew for certain.
Excitement radiated off him, and there was no denying his body’s physical reaction.
It was hard not to get distracted by the perfect jut of his cock, and now that he was close, I could see a pearly drop just as it spilled from the tip.
I wanted to dip down and catch it with my tongue, but that wasn’t the point right now.
“Stroke yourself, but don’t you dare come.”
“Wouldn’t you rather I do something to you?”
It was my turn to raise a brow. “I told you what I want. Are you giving up already?”
“No, my queen.” Palm encircling his cock, he began to stroke the length in a slow, measured glide. The way his jaw clenched, it was obvious he was already struggling.
“Faster, Luc. Roll your palm over the crown. Make yourself feel good.”
“You told me not to come,” he gritted out.
“Exactly. Be my good boy and ride the edge for me, Luc.”
A full-body shudder worked down his spine, his face flushing at the hint of praise. It was then I realized the truth: all Lucifer ever wanted to be was good. Those were words he never got to hear. It was always the opposite; he was reminded how wicked he was. I smirked at the revelation.
My devil had a praise kink.
He let out a gasp as I crouched in front of him, my eyes on his.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“Good. So good.”
“You are. You’re doing so well for me. So good in every way.”
I slid one fingertip over his slit, collecting some of the precum that dripped from him. His answering moan was stifled. “Oh, now that won’t do. I need to hear you. How else will I know you’re desperate for release?”
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, that sensual flush now covering his chest.
“Mmm, yes. Just like that. You sound so fucking perfect right now, Luc. Give me more.”
His eyes were locked on mine, that yearning he spoke of earlier so potent it nearly sent me toppling over. Lifting my hand to my lips, I sucked the glistening evidence of his desire off my finger, moaning at the burst of salt and musk that was distinctly him.
“Oh, Merri, please. I can’t.” His hand stopped moving as his swollen cock twitched and bobbed, on the edge of orgasm.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Luc. I’m so proud of you.”
He sucked in a breath, head dropping as he trembled on his knees before me.
“You can do it. I know you can. You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
“Show me. Prove that I’m the one in control.”
Palm wrapped around his length, he made an attempt to slide over the throbbing flesh, but had to stop, gasping as his balls visibly tightened.
“I can’t. I’ll come.”
The truth of his statement washed over me in a tidal wave of lust and need. Suddenly I didn’t want to play games anymore; I just wanted to take care of my mate. Maybe that made me weak, but I really didn’t fucking care.
Wrapping my hand around his, I helped him resume his measured strokes.
“M-Merri,” he stuttered, fevered eyes finding mine.
“Shh, it’s okay, Luc. Just give in. Give this to me. You did so well, but I want more now. You gave me your obedience, but now I want you to give me your pleasure.”
His answering groan was almost pained as his cock jerked and pulsed in our hands, ropes of cum striping my belly as his climax took hold.
“You were perfect,” I crooned, pushing back the sweat-dampened strands of his hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
He was still shaking, but whether it was from the intensity of his orgasm or just the session as a whole, I couldn’t tell.
“You have too many clothes on for me to return the favor, crabapple. Let’s take care of that,” he finally said, reaching for my shirt.
I stopped him with a gentle hand. “That’s not what this was about.”
He cocked his head. “It’s not? But I thought . . .”
“You wanted to prove that you’re mine. That this isn’t just about you getting your antichrist and using me for your apocalypse, right?”
He nodded, but his gaze was much more guarded.
It was as if he could tell that my thoughts were no longer focused on the two of us here in this dream.
Perhaps he could. But after what Chaos mentioned earlier about Lucifer’s current mission, how could they not be?
If Luc switched his allegiance to our side, we might actually have a chance of stopping this apocalypse.
Not to mention the chance at an actual future as a group.
Because without that piece of the puzzle, I didn’t see any way the six of us would be able to make this work.
And try as I might to deny what was between Luc and I, this dream only proved how real our connection was.
I could no more give him up than I could the others.
Searching his gaze for another moment, I gave a little nod. “Okay. Then finish what you set out to do, Luc. Find Pan and Sunday. Bring them safely back to us.”
“And then you’ll believe my intentions are honorable?”
I laughed. “Honorable might be a stretch, but I think it’s definitely a start.”
“You’ll trust me before this is over, Merri.” He stood, naked and glorious. “I’ll see you soon, my queen.”