Chapter 3 – Lana
I cross the length of the throne room in my home with confidence, ignoring the line of demons waiting for an audience with my husband. It’s not a particularly long line. Not when plenty of such audiences end with the supplicant’s untimely death at their archdemon’s hands. As most are terrible creatures, I don’t lose sleep over it.
Ashtaroth’s gaze is on me, not listening to the whining words of the demon kneeling under the dais of the massive throne. “Sweetness.” His voice is a purr that reaches inside me to somehow wrap around both my heart and my ovaries, and I pick up the speed of my strides. The corners of his lips curl up into a sexy smirk. This fucker is well aware of the effect he has on me, even after I’ve been indulging in him constantly for months now. Sariel wasn’t lying – we are all over each other every chance we get, the location not a consideration.
I climb the dais and straddle his lap. “Husband,” I whisper over his lips as his long fingers circle my waist to hold me steady.
“Wife.” His voice is a low growl and just like that, I’m soaked. We got married a couple of weeks ago, the same day he presented me with a ring. He used hellfire to set a gem that’s been his since he was an archangel in Heaven into a circle of black demonic steel. It’s his hellfire that glows within the gem, just as it does in the rubies decorating my armor and swords. I’ve been carrying a part of him with me since he brought me to his domain. Now my domain as well.
“How did it go?” he asks, that decadent mouth sliding over mine with his words. “Sariel asked for my permission to join.”
I sigh and lean back, keeping myself upright with my hands braced on his shoulders. “Liam was brought to Purgatory injured last night. Since we finally settled on today for the angel to come down, Jessica had to be brought up to speed so she could go instead.”
“Who is the angel? Do I need to eviscerate them?” I know he’s being serious, but I had to stop panicking every time he declared he’s going to kill someone months ago. I’d be on tenterhooks my whole life if I kept that up.
I kiss the top of his nose. “Ithuriel,” I reply. “And, no, he didn’t offend me.”
“Hmm.” Ash sounds skeptical. Would I lie to him about it? I probably would, for everyone’s sake.
“Really,” I reassure him, sliding my hands down his arms, tracing the muscles I can still feel through the leather armor he wears most of the time.
“I do not know him.”
“No. He’s young. By your standards at least. Apparently he was friends with Sariel back in the day?” I tear my gaze away from what my hands are doing to see his reaction.
“If he mentioned him, I don’t recall it,” he muses. “Perhaps he was no one important to him.”
“Mm,” I ponder, sliding my hands up to his neck, where I can touch his warm naked skin. “Or maybe it’s exactly the opposite.”
I can’t wait anymore and lean back in to press my mouth against his. He instantly opens and takes control of the kiss, moving one hand to the back of my head so he can hold our mouths flush.
It only takes a minute of our tongues sliding against each other for me to start undulating my hips against the growing hardness between his legs. I pull back and he lets me, though clearly reluctantly. “Is it ever going to stop? This need to have you inside me all the time.”
He pulls my hips down and thrusts his up as if showing me he’s as affected by this madness as I am. “I certainly hope it never does,” he breathes and continues to grind our sexes together.
The demon kneeling behind me, one I have to admit I forgot about along with the rest of the audience in the throne room, sputters in impatience and indignation at being ignored. I wince, worried that the smell of charred flesh is imminent, but Ashtaroth just gives a short command to those present. “Get the fuck out or shut up.” He lifts me off him as he stands and deposits me on his throne. “You’re killing the vibe,” he tells his subjects and I laugh, making his eyes spark in reaction. It still amuses me when he attempts to get with the times.
My husband drops to his knees in front of me as some of the demons start filing out – including the one that’s lucky to still be alive. He unbuttons his leathers and takes himself in hand, making me bite my lip and squirm. He licks his lips.
“Lower your pants and spread your legs as wide as you can.”