I smile, grabbing her face and kissing her. I don’t think this all-consuming feeling is going to go away anytime soon.
Chapter twenty-eight
Iblinkafewtimes and bring the soft fabric to my face. Lucifer’s sheets must be made from angel wings or unicorn hair, I don’t think there’s a softer sheet in all of the universes. When I look up, Lucifer is by the fire, his legs spread out while he pets Doom, who is sitting on the table, soaking up the warmth of the fire.
“I knew you liked the cat.”
His hand is off the cat, like his fur burned him, and he takes a sip of his whiskey before shaking his head. “I don’t like the cat.”
“Mmmhmm,” I say, getting out of bed. Wearing nothing except one of Lucifer's shirts, I stand between his legs. His hands immediately wrap around the backs of my thighs, stroking the skin lovingly. “So am I just going to want to fuck you all the time now?”
He smirks and nods. “I hope so.”
“What has you up so late? We just went to bed.”
“Something doesn’t feel right,” he admits, and I stroke his face, his stubble rough against my hands. I can’t help but love the just rolled-out-of-bed look he has, even if he did put a dress shirt and trousers on just to sit by the fire.
“Can I make it feel right?”
He nods and slides me onto his lap. The kisses he trails down my throat are tender and slow. Lucifer is not one to rush himself when it comes to sex, or so I’ve learned. I thought maybe we would have had a quickie last night after our bath, but that turned into him making me come four more times before sinking into me again.
I’m spoiled, and I adore it.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, and he tugs the shirt off my torso, exposing my skin before kissing and nipping at my shoulder. I’m fully grinding on him at this point as a cracking noise jolts us both, and I look up to see Dax portal into Lucifer’s room with a bleeding Blair in his arms. We’re both on our feet in an instant.
“What is this?” Lucifer demands in a panic, walking over to where Blair is crumpled on the floor in Dax’s arms. “Why have you brought my daughter to Hell, Daxaddon?”
Dax’s brows are furrowed as he looks at Lucifer, then down at Blair. “Mara is your daughter?”
Lucifer strokes Blair’s hair affectionately and sighs. “They both are,” he says. “Lilith, love. Fetch Milcom for me.” I take a deep breath, wondering just how in the fuck one of Lucifer’s daughters possessed the other one. Lucifer is keeping calm, but it’s clear he’s nervous. He’s been worried about Mara, and having her finally in Hell under these circumstances is not ideal. I look down at Blair’s face, schooling the worry that I feel in my gut. Lucifer knows what he’s doing, he’ll make sure she’s okay.
“Yes, sir,” I say immediately, grabbing some pants and portalling to Lust, the place I know that scum bag is likely hanging out at this time of night.
I’m proven right when I find him balls-deep in some demon I don’t recognize.
“Milcom, Lucifer needs to see you immediately.”
“Yeah, and he sent his little bitch to come collect me?”
I bite my tongue, because I already know Milcom likely won’t be alive by the end of the night. He thrusts one more time into his companion and shudders before zipping up his pants. I grab hold of his forearm, because there’s no way I’m touching his hand, and portal us away.
We land back in Lucifer’s room, and I take note of how both Dax and Lucifer are looking at Blair. I have a feeling Lucifer isn’t going to come around easily to his daughter dating one of his trusted demons, but out of all the demons Blair could have picked, Dax was a great choice. Now that I see them together, I honestly couldn’t have picked a better match.
“Milcom, my lord,” I announce, and Lucifer nods his head.
“You’ve asked for me, my lord,” Milcom says, and he audibly swallows. He should be nervous. My man is totally about to kill him; it’s going to be awesome, and I can’t wait to watch.
“Yes, well. Once my daughters wake up, we can discuss. Lilith, love. Will you get me some smelling salts?” Lucifer asks. I smile and nod.
“Yes, sir,” I reply, and I see his lips twitch.Oh yes, he enjoys all his titles.Sir is just one I can say in public. Maybe he needs a cute pet name for when we’re in private.
“Thank you, love. You are dismissed.” I can’t help but pout.What the fuck?I don’t get to watch the Milcom murder, help Blair, or be here when he meets his other daughter. He’s all ‘we're soulmates and shit’, but now that it’s a family matter, I’m kicked out? “Now darling, what have I said about pouting? I’ll see you momentarily.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with so much sass, no longer making the word hot. He’s going to pay for this later.
I can’t help but mumble to myself as I go and wait in my own room. “Fucking asshole. Here let me wow you with my big dick and stabbing this demon you hate. But wait? Actual family drama happens, and you’rejustmy assistant again. Fucking secret bullshit.”
I groan as my back hits my bed, these sheets suck ass compared to the ones on his bed—our bed? I know where Lucifer is coming from when he says he doesn’t want everyone to know about me. I witnessed it when that gang of pigeon-winged fuckers tried to murder me.So why does it still hurt? Why do I still feel like a dirty secret?
