He made a territorial, animalistic sound as his fingers bit into her thighs over the bruises he’d left this morning. He brushed his knuckle over the mark of the devil before hooking a finger into the crotch of the lace panties and ripping them off with one tug. Her hips bucked, and she let out a slick moan as if his savagery made her all the more needy for him.
“Lucifer...” His name on her lips—our lips—was like a prayer on the lips of a damned nun, begging for the devil’s mercy.
Lucifer grabbed the bottle of champagne from the bar and dribbled the white liquid onto her opening. She moaned and writhed beneath the trickle of liquid tickling her clit. The sound gurgled and turned to a mewl in her throat when his head dove between her legs, lapping up the sparkling wine with his tongue.
It may have been Reckless in control of the moment, but my senses weren’t muted in the slightest. The air in the cab smelled like booze, peaches, and sex. Lucifer’s tongue delved deep into her pussy, eating her out like he was a starving man. Each stroke, each lick, each thrust was frantic and wild.
It was like my pussy was some holy vessel, and redemption lay in my pink, swollen depths with the way Lucifer lapped at my arousal.
“Come for me, Demon Queen. Come around your king’s tongue,” he commanded, his voice muffled.
My wall’s quivered and clenched. I was seeing stars as I was pitched over the edge in an eruption of pleasure. Liquid streamed from my cunt, dribbling down Lucifer’s chin. It was hard to say if it was arousal or champagne or both, by the way he pulled back and licked his lecherous grin. “You still taste like damnation, Lilith.”
If she was tired from the soul-stealing orgasm, she didn’t show it. She crawled onto her knees beside Lucifer and pushed him into our seat. Her hands tugged at his belt, and his eyelids went half-massed when she eased his erection out of his slacks. Her thumb ran up the length of it, savoring the velvety smooth feel of his flesh in her hand.
“Perfect, virile male,” she purred.
She secured her mouth around him, taking his whole length. His head rolled back onto the headrest, the most delicious groan escaping him.
His hands sunk into her hair, holding her head there as she sucked him off. As the seconds went by, his fingers dug harder and harder, and I knew he was getting ready to come undone. But instead of unloading into her mouth, he suddenly pulled her up and lifted her onto his lap.
Her hands went to his shoulders, and their mouths clashed in a kiss that shook the whole damn car. She slammed her hips down, penetrating herself on his cock, and it was my scream that left her lips. He filled me so perfectly, the sweet torture of him stretching me, making my whole body quiver around him.
“I fucking love watching you take me into you,” he slurred, drunk on pussy wine and lust.
Our foreheads touched as our beasts looked down to see where we were connected. He slammed me down hard on him, his hips jutting up, his jaw clenching as he released on a heated moan.
Reckless pressed one last, lingering kiss to his lips before thrusting me back into the driver’s seat. I was a sticky, sweaty mess of limbs and still-damp fabric. Lucifer, who was just as disheveled as me, blinked up at me with a thunder-struck expression. “Well, that’s new. Seems like our beasts can come out and play, even without their wings.”
“That has never freaking happened before. She’s always just been an obnoxious voice in my head. She’s never taken over like that.”
Lucifer placed me onto the seat beside him and helped me smooth my hair and straighten my dress. “Even in your human body, you still house a powerful demon spirit. A half archdemon at that. Now that you both have your memories back, you’re bound to come into some new abilities, even without your wings. Especially now that you’re back with me. You’re still the Queen of Hell, mortal or not.”
“Well. We can talk about this later. Where the hell are you taking me tonight?”
“Actually, we’re already there.”
I stared at him, lost for a second. “What?”
“We arrived a few minutes ago. The driver didn’t want to bother us. Which was wise.”
I peeked out the window, seeing that he was right. I’d been so wrapped up in what had just gone down, whatever that was, that I hadn’t noticed that the car wasn’t moving anymore.
“Canlis?” I muttered, my nose wrinkling with confusion. “We’re having dinner at Canlis again?”
“Yes.” Lucifer opened his door, climbed outside and helped me out. I examined my reflection in the limousine’s tinted window, pleased to find my hair was back to looking good. I was still a little damp from the champagne fiasco, but other than that, I looked presentable.
“But you’ll find that tonight’s dinner isn’t going to be anything like Friday’s.”
“Are you going to tell me who we’re having dinner with?”
Lucifer’s expression filled my stomach with an intense foreboding. Whoever we were dining with, I wasn’t going to get the luxury of knowing what I was about to walk into.
My devil offered me the crook of his arm, and we began our walk up the path. Once again, the restaurant looked to have been reserved for tonight’s occasion, leaving the place eerily empty. A staff member in a tux opened the door for us, and I saw him the moment I walked in, seated at a table all alone, at the center of the restaurant.
“Dad!”
“Jess!”
