I nodded. “Right. Merri is our mate.”
Sin and Malice just looked at me.
“Well?” I said. “No reaction?”
“Was that supposed to be news or something? We already know. We’ve been telling you that for weeks now,” Sin said.
“What made you finally accept it?” Malice asked, his gaze a bit softer than the others.
“Gabriel.”
Chaos frowned. “The angel?”
“Yes. I always thought it was impossible for us to have a soulmate. We are horsemen. We have no human soul. Our purpose would be in jeopardy if we were distracted by having a mate. But I was wrong.”
Again, none of them seemed as profoundly affected by the news as I’d been, but then I was the one who dealt most intimately with souls, so perhaps they had none of my preconceived notions to inform them.
Sin chuckled and came over to me, clapping me on the shoulder. “Welcome back to the team, buddy. Better late than never.”
Chapter
Thirty-Four
MERRI
With each passing day since my dreamwalk with Lucifer in the Garden of Eden, it was becoming easier and easier to slip into the role I needed to play. So much so I couldn’t quite tell what was real and what was just an act.
Case in point: Lucifer was squeezing behind me to grab something out of the cabinet beside my head. I could have moved. I could have told him to knock it off. I could have stopped myself from closing my eyes and inhaling his sinful scent. But none of those things happened.
Instead, my breath hitched, and we sort of leaned into each other.
Fuck my life.
These fucking dreamwalks were so useful but also incredibly dangerous when the wrong person became my subconscious’s focus. Every time I pulled him to me, whether on purpose or not, I strengthened a bond I didn’t want.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?” he breathed against my neck.
Don’t enjoy this, you hussy.
Don’t you dare shiver.
Fuck your hard nipples. It’s just cold in here.
Without my permission, a little sigh escaped me, and Lucifer took that as an opening to slip his free hand around my waist. The mug he pulled down from the cabinet was perfectly oversized, black, and emblazoned with chrome lettering that readThe devil made me do it.
I sucked in a gasp as he shifted his hips and I felt the swollen length of him brush against my ass.
Holy giant cock, Batman.
He chuckled in my ear, far too attuned to me for my liking. “Sorry.”
“We both know you did that on purpose.”
“Guilty as charged. Though I could argue he has a mind of his own.”
Fucking men.
“Tell him to keep it to himself, would you?”
