Mine,my beast groaned in my ear, and for the first time, I didn’t disagree with him.
I suckled her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She shook in my arms and her pussy clenched with her impending climax. She screamed her release around my cock, choking and sputtering on my girth, and that was my undoing. I spilled insider her mouth, pulsing thick spurts of myself into her.
I gently set her down, laying her across the pile of lumber, the tarp forming around our bodies like a blanket. Her body sagged, tired and dazed. Her lips were glistening with my cum and mine with hers. I crouched down, kissing her, savoring the way she now tasted of me. “Ready for the rest of me, Kitten?”
Oh, how I loved the way her throat twitched with a swallow, and her lids grew heavy with lust. “You’re still hard?”
I ran my tongue over my smirking lips, the taste of her still coating them. “I could fuck you straight for the next year and still have cum enough to fill the Styx, woman.”
Her lips parted, and I kissed them a second time, catching her bottom lip with my teeth and giving it a sensual tug. “Now, how about another offering of my own?”
When she nodded eagerly, I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, so she was on her hands and knees, positioning myself behind her. There were a million and one ways I wanted to take her, but having her from behind was the position that was on her mind. That was the perk of gleaning her carnal desires. I could give her exactly what it was she wanted. My demonic kitten liked it rough. Unlike Lilith, Eve was soft and fragile. Lilith was built to be ridden by me.
I slipped my hand into her wet, onyx trusses and pulled, so her back arched. I pressed my mouth to her ear, grinning against her skin. “Are you ready for me to make you truly mine?”
“Yes,” she answered on a groan. “Fuck,yes.”
I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance and slowly eased myself into her. Her molten core chased away the cold of Lust’s never-ending night, the bliss of her depths lighting me on fire. She was sweeter than I could have ever imagined. She gripped my shaft like she never wanted to let go. I held her hips in place as I began to fuck her, practically ready to burst again due to the delicious little noises she was making.
Being connected like this made me feel like my old self, my true nature, without even having to shift. She’d never met my beast, but it didn’t matter. The animalistic instincts inside me were completely and utterly in love with her.
She was mine, and I was hers. My mate,mine.And I was a fucking idiot for not trusting my instincts sooner.
I pulled her hair more so that she was forced up onto her knees, her back flush with my chest as I bucked up in her. “Tell me how good I feel inside you, Kitten. Do you like how I make your pussy purr for me?”
“Y–yes. So good, it hurts so good.” Then her beast purred for me, a gravelly growl that reverberated from her chest just like I had when I’d kissed her on the River Styx. It sunk straight through her body and threaded through mine, my beast answering her call with a rattle of his own. Our beast’s cries for each other mingled with the rain that hailed down over the tarp covering us and the lumber pile we’d turned into our alter. Sweat, heat, and the heady scent of sex filled the small space. My first orgasm had pretty much shattered my being, but my second was earth-shattering, mind-numbingbliss. I clamped my teeth down over her shoulder and moaned into her flesh, and for the second time, we climaxed together, perfectly in sync.
I let out a great exhale and pressed my brow to the valley between her shoulder. For several moments we stayed connected like that, recovering our breath.
For the first time ever, my beast was at peace, sated. Content. Lilith was his, ours.Mine.
“Lucifer,” she whispered through a purr, her tone weighed down with exhaustion. “Hold me.”
I eased out of her slowly, gathered her in my arms and gently set her down onto the lumber with the crook of my elbow to cushion her head. She snuggled up against my side, her eyes growing heavy. I tugged off my shirt and tucked it over her to cover her against the cold. I watched her face through the dark, how serene it looked now, almost like she too felt this great weight lift from her shoulders. Like The Fates had been holding their breaths, waiting for us to finally complete the mating bond.
“Lucifer?” she murmured after some time.
“Yes, Kitten?”
“Did you mean what you said?”
Instead of asking her to elaborate, I peeked inside her mind to find her mulling over what I’d said about building a palace in the Second Circle so that we’d have a home to come back to when we made our return from the surface. It wasn’t the palace of the jewels or clothes she was holding on to. It was what I’d said about making our escape from Hell,together.
For all the centuries we’d spent traveling together, never once had we talked about leaving together.
“I meant it, Lilith. I meant every bleeding word. You’re coming with me. The whole purpose of this journey was to get out of this place so that I could find my mate. I wasn’t expecting to also fight the Underworld’s king, steal his throne, and his queen.”
Frowning, she propped herself up on her elbow to look at me. “You didn’t steal me. I chose to come with you, remember? Anyway, Abaddon might still be licking his wounds on one of the lower layers, but he respects my nieces. The Fates have chosen to weave our futures together, and they don’t make mistakes.
I searched her gaze. “So you do think The Fates are the ones that have determined our bond?”
She wrinkled her nose, smiling. ”Of course. They determine the paths of all demon kind, especially mating bonds. I’ll never understand those triplets. They’re an enigma. But we must trust them. Your father thinks He has His hand in the destinies of our people, but He has no say in what goes on in this realm. Which means you were always meant to end up here, Lucifer. Your path has always ended in the Underworld, leaving your destiny completely in the hands of The Fates, not the Almighty.”
I pondered her words for what felt like an endless stretch of time. It had never occurred to me that a celestial’s fate would be determined by the goddesses of the Underworld and not the god of Paradise.
Then again, without my wings, was I even a celestial anymore? What would happen to the other celestials sure to follow in my path? If God ripped out the wings of His own son for breaking the rules, he wouldn’t bat an eye over the others. What would become of them? They wouldn’t be demons. They wouldn’t be celestials.
“Poor devils,” I mussed to myself, shaking my head. “When Father’s fallen come here, which they will, they’ll be expecting fire and brimstone and chaos, succubi devouring their young and harpies tearing off the limps of pour souls guilty of tax evasion.”
