“Of course, I want him there, but I didn’t think he’d agree to attend our wedding in Hell.”
“I’d actually like our wedding to be on the surface. I’d likea church wedding.”
My brows shot up as I held back a laugh. “A church wedding? Don’t tell me you want to get married at Siren’s?”
His face fell. “What? It’s a church. And it happens to be the only one that doesn’t burst into flames when I enter.”
I smiled sweetly at him, only slightly weirded out by this conversation. “Lucifer Morningstar, we arenotgetting married in your creepyboobchurch. But we can talk about the wedding later. Right now, I want to know where you’re taking me.”
“Dinner.”
“That’s the surprise?”
“No, the surprise is who will be joining us for dinner.”
He reached for a bottle from a bucket sitting on top of the limo bar and popped the cork. There was a loud pop and a rush of fog steamed up from the bottle.
“Champagne?”
“You’re trying to distract me.”
His mischievous smirk confirmed my suspicions.”So what if I am? You’ll thank me later for getting you good and boozed-up for what’s we’re about to walk into.” My heart prickled with unease as I watched him pour the bubbling liquid into two champagne flutes. Still, I took the glass eagerly when he handed it to me.
“What should we drink to?” I asked.
“Vengeance?” he asked in return, cocking a brow, clearly peeking in on my thoughts.
“Hell yeah, to vengeance.” We clinked our glasses together and took our first sips. It was sweet, tasting vaguely of peaches. Or was it pears? Whatever the aftertaste was, it was damn good. “Shit, this is good. The most expensive champagne I ever had before this was a six-dollar bottle I got from a gas station.”
“Please don’t recount the vile things you’ve put in that mouth before I came back into your life.”
“Alright, I won’t tell you about college then.” When I downed my first glass, Lucifer poured me another. I was a mess of nerves and giggles by the time I downed the second. “You’re trying to get me completely sloshed for this mysterious dinner, aren’t you? I hope they aren’t anybody I care to embarrass myself in front of.
A knowing smile stretched my mate’s perfect lips, and my whole body burned just thinking about how they felt on my body. “We’ve got some time before the dinner, actually. I told the driver to take us around the city a few times, so we have plenty of time for you to enjoy yourself and sober up.”
I snatched up the bottle from the bar and poured myself my third glass. “Enjoy myself how?”
“By taking your mate’s cock right here and now in the car.”
His words completely side-swept me, causing me to fumble with the bottle. I dropped it in my lap, and the liquid went everywhere, completely drenching the skirt of my dress. “Fuck! Lucifer!”
The words that tumbled from my mouth as I picked up the spilled bottle and glass had been said without thinking. But it would be just like the devil to take it as an invitation. He moved so fast that one second I was sponging what little of the alcohol I could with a tiny cocktail napkin from the bar, and next, he was on his knees in front of me.
I froze, my body completely paralyzed by the dark look of hunger brewing in his amber eyes, like a maelstrom in a pit of lava.
His hands slipped beneath the fabric of my dress, making my breath seize in my lungs. He held eye contact with an intense look that had my heart slamming hard against my rib cage as he clasped my legs and slowly urged them apart.
“Pull up your dress, Kitten. Show me what’s mine.” It was as if he had a spell over my fingers, my whole will in his thrall as I moved to obey his husky command.
As I pulled back the dress, he guided my stiletto-clad feet up to straddle the edge of the seat, spreading me wide open. A flutter of excitement pooled in my belly as his eyes centered on the lacy white thong I’d picked out from the selection Nyx had presented me.
“White panties?” Lucifer chuckled, the sound strangely erotic wrapped in his masculine baritone. “Such an inappropriate color. I can’t wait to see you wear it on our wedding day.”
My heart stuttered as his fingertips stroked my thighs, chased by the graze of his lips to my champagne-streaked flesh. My gaze followed him as his tongue slipped past his lips to lap up traces of spilled alcohol, his lips glistening, the fruity note of peaches coiling with the undeniable scent of my arousal. “I–I thought I might wear red on our wedding day. But now that I think about it, maybe I’ll wear white but dress it up with the blood of our enemies.”
Lucifer’s eyes flicked up to lock with mine, his wicked smile curling against my thigh. “You’re so fucking hot. And a little messed up.”
“Of course I am. I’m yours, aren’t I?”
