War kept going like he hadn't heard his brother. “Also, if you are worried about our deaths, you should know that we are not able to die. Any injury, no matter the size, we will live through. We just need time to recuperate.”
Well, that was good news and did relieve some of my worries about having them with me in Hell. It could be a dangerous place with death around every corner. He’d also given me that information for free, not using one of my questions, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled forward to give him a kiss on his lips.
I’d meant for it to be just a peck, but as soon as our lips met, there was a jolt of energy, then he clutched at my head and deepened the kiss. I released a soft sigh of appreciation, and he growled, pinning me against one of the columns and turning my sweet peck into a full on make-out session that got X-rated real fast. Our hands started to roam everywhere, and our tongues fought for dominance.
“I want that!” Con whined behind us.
“I think we all want that.” Fame’s no nonsense tone had a slight condescending tone to it that made me picture him rolling his eyes at him.
I tore my mouth away from War, and he continued to kiss down my neck as I struggled to explain while out of breath. “He gave me information without using a question. I felt like that deserved a reward.”
Con's eyes lit up, sitting up straight with a gaze that beckoned me to come over to him so he could tell me his life story. I patted War on the shoulder to let me down, but he didn't.
“We need to get going,” I cooed against the side of his face.
He squeezed my waist, not letting go, as he continued kissing me like I hadn't said anything.
I looked over his shoulder at his brothers, giving them my best devil smile, then I reared up and bit him on the shoulder, hard. War's head snapped up, and he cried out in pain. It was followed by a moan, and I quickly wiggled out of his grip and leaped down a few steps.
“That was a dirty trick, little goddess.” He rubbed at the spot I’d marked.
I preened at him. There was something about marking your mate with your teeth that was so primal. So exquisite. I loved it.
I pointed to my boobs, where the words on my shirt were, and they all paid real quick attention.
“Uh, hello, Devil. Duh!”
Their eyes remained glued to my chest, even Fame’s, but while the others’ eyes were obviously lustful, his were focused, narrowed on them, looking around them like he could tell the exact size, weight and shape with just his eyes. Getting ideas for something. I wonder what dirty naughty things he was thinking. Ooohhh… yummy.
“Well, hop on, boys.” I held out both my arms for them to grab. “It sounds like you want to take the dangerous route, so hot mess express it is!”
They gathered around me and grabbed my arms at the same time. I gasped, biting back a moan as my body quaked from where they touched me. I looked down and realized that they all were touching their specific mate mark, and the feeling of it was wreaking havoc on my body in the best of ways.
They all looked at me with different levels of concern until they looked where they were holding and desire started to creep into them. War even gave a low purr at seeing how touching his mark made me turn all hot and bothered. I guess they liked it.
I couldn't help when my voice came out low and husky. “Well, that's new.”
I closed my eyes to adjust to the situation, then looked at Con, who looked like he was ready to take me back upstairs and do naughty things to me in the best of ways.
“What place are we going to first?” I croaked out, taking a big gulp of air. The longer they kept their hands on me, the stronger the need for them got.Later, Lillian. Later.
He cleared his throat. “We should go see Lust first. Asmodeus said that he was too busy creating a new sculpture to escort us, but that you would know where the Meadow of Suffering was.”
I snorted out a laugh. Mod was the artist of the brothers and when he got his artistic juices flowing no one, I mean no one, could bother him. I thought back and remembered where I’d first met him as a child, the Meadow of Suffering. I had wandered in because the soft wails and moans almost had a melody to them and I liked to dance around the flowers in their pain. Mod found me one day, grinning as he called me a ‘vicious little thing’, and we’d become fast friends from that day forward.
“Okay, the Meadow of Suffering it is.” I thought of the meadow with all its heartbreaking flowers and sad beauty. “Oh, and one more thing. The Hellhounds are going to meet us there. I just know you’ll love Vruz and Onyx!” I hurried to say before I closed my eyes and told the Hell magic to take us there.
One second, I had my eyes closed, feeling like I was floating in thin air, and the next second, I was lightly landing on a grassy patch of land. I opened my eyes and saw the edge of the Lust circle, where the field of flowers stopped, and smiled.
I looked up to the guys, mid arm pump to celebrate how smooth that went, when they abruptly bent over and started to puke. Uh oh. Did the guys get a little motion sickness?
Fame was the first to finish. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, grimaced at it, then looked at me like I’d done it to him on purpose.
“That wasnothow it felt with the princes.”
My mouth dropped open, and a small sound of disbelief came out. “I did not do that on purpose. I told you. I warned you all that this was my first time doing this!”
I pointed at War, who was sitting on a charcoal-colored rock, trying to focus on the ground. “He knew the consequences, and he’s not blaming me, are you, Beast?”
