His tongue moved in an erotic stroke, slow and suggestive over his lower lip. “No. I am ancient. Such things are meaningless to me. Marry him because it will make you both happy but know the thing that will give me true pleasure is seeing my mate round and swollen with my babe in her womb.”
His words shocked me to the core, and with them came a depraved swell of heat that made my body burn even more for this animal’s release inside me. I couldn’t get pregnant now, not with the IUD implant I had. But I could recall some fuzzy memories of Lucifer and me trying before, back when we’d holed ourselves up in this very room for years, reluctant to bring our journey through the nine layers to an end.
My belly was a knot of emotions as I recalled the memories more clearly.
We had tried for a baby for a few decades. Nothing ever came of it. Part of me wondered if it was The Fates that prevented me from getting pregnant. My nieces would have known my life with Lucifer was going to come to a very long pause. They wouldn’t have wanted our child to go motherless. It would have been too hard on them and even harder on Lucifer.
From Sane Jessica’s perspective, things were moving at lightning speed with Siren’s owner. From Reckless Jessica’s perspective, or rather my beast’s, things weren’t moving fast enough since it had literally been at least a thousand years since I’d been with my one true mate. I’d been so impulsive before, never settling down. But it wasn’t because I didn’t want to. It was because I hadn’t found the right person.
Now here he was.
We were talking about huge things here. But I had already agreed to marry the devil, so I needed to be honest. If I was going to have anyone’s baby, it would probably be Satan’s. Not the church’s idea of Satan, of course. Just the one behind me, looking down at me like I was the goddess of the whole damn universe. The one who ultimately just wanted his father to love him. The one who’d helped me find my inner strength all those years ago, who’d pushed me to the limits and when I broke apart, he was there to put me back together again.
As it turned out, Lucifer Morningstar was more human than anyone would ever know. And that was one reason, among many, that I’d fallen for him in the first place.
I purred back at my mate and swayed my hips seductively, enticing him to fill me once more. “Kill Michael for us, Beast. And you can have my womb to fill as your reward.”
“That’s a deal,” he agreed with a guttural growl. He sealed our agreement with a punch of his hips, filling me with fire as he stretched me with his delicious invasion. This time, there was nothing slow about his movements. He took me from behind, hard and fast. He shook me to my core, ripping me apart from the inside out as he claimed me with brutal and ravenous strokes. His hands roamed over my curves, threaded in my hair, and gripped my ass like he couldn’t get enough of me.
“Lucifer,please.” He was pushing me over the edge, but I was still on the precipice, teetering over with the other end in sight. Flipping us over yet again, he now held me so that I was on top with his back pressed into the mattress and my thighs clamping around his hips.
“Ride me, Kitten,” Lucifer gritted, his voice having returned to normal.
I fucked him with reckless abandon, chasing the little flicker of flames growing fast in my core like an inferno. His hands gripped my waist, helping me slam down into him, lifting me like I weighed nothing. I cried out as a convulsion ripped through me like a wildfire intent on total destruction, turning me to ash. As I came undone, he came spiraling down with me. The most delicious groan fell from his lips as he released inside me, filling me with a warmth that I was already addicted to.
I collapsed onto him, our chests rising and falling in sync with each other as we collected our breaths. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me flush with his body. I smiled happily, still steeped in the after-effects of the best sex I’d ever had. At least with this body.
“Are all angels as good at sex as you?” I peeked up at him through the fringe of my bedhead hair, my hands roaming idly over his muscular form.
His guttural laugh was all gravel, sinking straight through my core to join the place where his cock was still buried, now semi-soft. “I like to think Father gave me a pretty face and a huge dick to make up for the fact that I’ve got no soul.”
I gave him a soft, reverent smile.”You’ve got a soul, My Morning Star.”
The molten pools of his eyes glittered hearing his old pet name on my tongue. “How can you be so sure?”
“People without souls don’t tear apart the world for an eon in search of their mate. They don’t rebuild Hell so the people who live in it can have a better life.”
“Even with all that, how can you be so sure I have a soul?”
“Because I’ve seen it. I’ve held it. Tasted it.” I propped myself up on his chest, grinning maniacally. “And you want to know something else?”
“Oh, Fates, yes.”
“I own it, King of Hell. I own your soul. Just like you own mine.” Then I kissed his stunned lips with an infernal smirk that I’d stolen from him.
20
Aknock at the door pulled me from bliss’s embrace.
I let out a groan as Lucifer pulled himself out of bed and began dressing. “Do we have to ever leave this room?”
He chuckled as he pulled on his slacks. “I’m afraid so, my love. If I keep you here, your friend Gabriel will think I’m keeping you hostage, and he’ll come hunting me down with the Flaming Sword of Justice. I’m hoping to convince him tonight that I’m the good guy so that he’ll betray Michael by giving me the sword so that I can kill him with it.”
“Wait, tonight?”
“Mhm. It was going to be a surprise, but maybe it’s best you have some heads-up on this one. I contacted your friend Melanie and invited her and her guardian lover to Siren’s tonight for drinks. So that we can talk.”
“You want them to be in on the plan to kill Michael?”
