Roxy: Are you saying there’s a chance he could remember everything?
Luci: A small one.
If I wasn’t already lying down, I would have fallen on my ass. I’d been worried it would happen, but told myself I was overreacting. Now I knew it was a real risk. As much as I wanted to yell at Luci, it wouldn’t do any good. It wouldn’t change anything. The only way to make sure everything didn’t unravel around me was to find Beelzebub ASAP and put some serious distance between me and Lothar.
Roxy: Any info on the fallen?
I couldn’t bring myself to say that bitch’s name.
Luci: I’m working on it. The angels are forcing me to barter for the information. We’re still in negotiations.
Shit. Lucifer wanted B found, badly. Whatever the angels wanted in exchange for the info must be big.
Roxy: Let me know as soon as you have anything.
I placed my phone back on the bedside table and rolled to my back, staring up at the ceiling.
What was I going to do? And where the hell was Beelzebub?
“That’s it, kitten.” His low, deep voice made me shiver. He made an mmmm sound, but it was gritty and my belly fluttered. “Rock those hips…yeah, take my fingers deeper.”
I slid my hand over his shoulder and down his arm to his wrist and gripped tight, holding him there. “I need you,” I whimpered.
He growled low. “It won’t be much longer. I promise, soon we’ll be together like we were meant to be.”
My eyes snapped open. It was still dark and my body was on fire. I was panting, sweating, a throbbing, aching need burning between my thighs from the dream.
Oh fuck.
I was draped over Lothar, again, straddling one of his huge thighs, and I was still freaking moving against it. Gasping, I tried to pull away, but one of Lothar’s hot hands pressed against my lower back—or maybe it had been there the whole time?
“Don’t stop. I got you, Rox.” He lifted his knee, the muscle beneath my pussy flexing.
I shook my head, even as my inner muscles spasmed in protest. I was so close to coming, I was trembling.
His thigh flexed again. “Can smell that pussy, babe. Can feel how fucking hot and wet you are. You need it, take it.”
I told myself to push away, but he was right. I needed it. More than food or water, more than air. So instead of getting off him, oh gods, I ground down harder and moaned. I shouldn’t be doing this. I had to stop. Still, I showed no signs of stopping and fell forward, my mouth opening against his chest on another moan as I rocked faster. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
“Loth, please.” Had I said that? Oh gods, I needed to shut up and get off him. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was screaming a warning, stop this now, before it’s too late. But my body had taken over. The need inside me was too great to ignore. The longing to be close to him like this had been forced down for so long, I couldn’t hold it in another moment.
What was Lothar thinking? Was he disgusted? My scent repelled him. He had to hate this.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered. “I’m so sorry.” I wasn’t only apologizing for this, for what I was doing to him in this moment, but for things he would never remember—for what I did to him, to us. For what I did to save my own devastated heart.
His hand slid up and down my back. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he rasped. “You’re so fucking hot, Roxy. So sexy, babe.” He groaned. “Fuck, female, you’re killing me.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered again, then groaned against his chest. “I’m repellent. You think I stink, you think?—”
His fingers dug into my ass, hard enough to shut me up. “Baby, the last thing you’re doing is repelling me. All I can smell right now is that hot-as-fuck pussy.”
It was all my desperate, needy brain needed to hear to justify what I was doing. I reached back, grabbing his hand, and he didn’t resist as I brought it around and shoved it between my legs. “Then touch me. Please, I need you to touch me.”
“I’ll touch you anywhere you want, sweetheart.” His beast rattled in his chest as his hand slid down the front of my shorts. “This where you want me, Rox?”
“Yes, oh gods, yes.” His rough-skinned fingers slipped through my slick pussy, rubbing over my clit. He didn’t let up, working me, teasing my opening, but not sinking in. With every swipe of those thick, talented fingers, I lost more of my control.
On the next swipe of his thumb over my clit, there was no holding back, and I sank my teeth into his pec on a muffled cry. Lothar hissed and his hips jerked up.
