“Boo,” he whispered in my ear, almost startling me into my own hole—but he caught me around the waist.
Dammit. He was supposed to come in front, not behind.
Dedicated to my plan and all the effort I’d put into it, I did something bold and crazy. I twisted around and bounced onto my tiptoes to press my lips against his.
For the first time.
Tingles erupted between our pressed skin, dancing down my spine, making me crave more. For a moment, he stiffened—then melted into the kiss, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me flush against the hard length of him.
Shit.
My nipples pebbled beneath my shirtas I dragged my tongue across his mouth, intensifying the tingles. He moaned, almost distracting me.
But I had a score to settle.
With a soft whimper, I pulled away, a devious smile curling across my face. I took a large step back, teetering dangerously at the edge of my hole—but righted myself.
His vibrant eyes flashed with light, and he followed, his gaze locked on mine, distracted, mesmerized by the way I slid my tongue across my lips—so distracted, in fact, that he stepped right into my trap and tripped.
“Look who’s on the ground now.” I laughed, not hiding a single ounce of my smug smile.
His mouth twitched in response, and a cunning expression replaced the outrage.
Oh no.
“And to think I finally caught you before you fell,” he said, latching onto my arm and yanking me down. My chest collided with his while the rest of me lay outside the small hole. He angled my face and dove back onto my lips.
“You’re benefiting from it, though.”
“You’re right. Maybe I’ll let you make me fall more often.”
He deepened our kiss.
“Hellion! You have one minute before I drag you out.”
I gritted my teeth.I truly hoped I didn’t kill the general before he could save the male I ached for.
Chapter
Seven
LUCILLE
General Ronen led us to the second-floor library. We paused at the entrance. The gold-framed doors towered from carpet to ceiling, inlaid with a red, black, and white mosaic. I frowned at the intricate glass pieces.
The mosaic depicted an unsettling image of a demon and his victim.
At first glance, it looked like a sensual embrace—the demon about to kiss the female—until I noticed the rows of razor-sharp teeth pressed into her flesh. Black glass formed a network of veins spreading from the puncture site, echoing the veins crawling up the back of the demon’s neck.
I couldn’t distinguish their faces—only her long back hair and uniform, and his short white locks, suit, and curling horns.
“If Hell doesn’t contain demons, why is there a whole doorway portraying one?”
Oliver glanced at me, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Where do you see a demon?”
I gestured toward the doors. “Right there.”
General Ronen turned, his eyebrows raised in silent question.
