I hummed to myself as I let the warmth fill me, my song only cutting off as Beelzebub stepped in behind me. Water splashed off him and sprayed against me as he dragged a hand down the tattoo on my spine, pulling back and slapping my ass. I squeaked as I turned to face him, letting him back me into the wall.
There was a bench beside me, and Beelzebub didn’t hesitate to reach down and grasp me under the thigh. Raising my leg, he positioned my foot on top of it and spread me open all over again. I was still too short compared to him, but he bent his knees deep enough to drag the head of his cock through my pussy. I whimpered as I looked up at him, feeling the weight of that gaze and the silent question.
Reaching between us, I wrapped my hand around his where he held himself, guiding him down to my entrance with a ragged breath. He kissed me as I pulled my hand away, letting him push forward to slide inside. I parted for him, his head slipping in easily. He groaned as he pulled back and pushed deeper, giving me shallow, slow glides to get inside me. He gave up on the bench with a growl, lifting my leg so that he rested my calf onhis shoulder, bending me in half as he worked in deeper. I leaned back into the shower wall, panting for breath as he kissed me. I couldn’t close my eyes, couldn’t shut out the visual of him moving inside me.
Needed the reminder that it was Beelzebub, that Iwantedthis as heat built within me. He got deeper and deeper, until he filled me completely. He stayed there, planted deep as he kissed me, running his hands over my body, the slick glide of him over my wet skin soothing the ache that I felt deep within me.
So deep it seemed impossible.
“Please, Beel,” I begged, and he picked up his motions. The slow glide of him dragged over the most sensitive part inside me, making my eyes roll back in my head. He was too good to be true, filling me with warmth with his lovemaking. It was everything I needed my first time to be, but as he stoked that heat higher and higher, I needed more. “Please,” I repeated, my voice higher than I cared to admit.
“Tell me what you want, songbird,” he said, his voice gentle. As if he wasn’t as affected by the feeling of me wrapped around him as I was feeling him inside me. I had a moment of doubt, a moment where I wondered if this was more for me than it was for him and if I could really take what I would be asking for. “I need the words.”
I shuddered, blinking up at him as I rested my head against the shower wall. “I want you to fuck me,” I said, scanning his face the moment the words reached him. He stilled inside me, studying me, and it bolstered me, letting me see the strain on his muscles as he fought for control. He wasn’t unaffected by me.
He was holding back.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, shaking his head and kissing me gently. It was the sweetness I should have wanted, the gentleness I wanted to want. But all I wanted was to see Beelzebub unrestrained, to take the shackles off and feel the way he wanted me.
Maybe I was broken, but in that moment, I wanted to be broken in his arms.
“I don’t want you to hold back. I want to be everything you want,” I said, and the vulnerable admission must have clicked with his unwillingness to give me what I asked for.
“You already are,” he murmured, the gentle ease bolstering me. He’d gone to such lengths to make me comfortable, to let me know I was safe with him.
Now I could put that to the test. “Now, Beel,” I ordered, sliding my leg over his shoulder and down his arm to rest on the floor so I stood before him. He curled a brow at me as he waited. “You told me to use my words and I did, now give me what I fucking—”
He spun me to face the wall so suddenly my palms slapped against the tile, the sound reverberating through the enclosed space. He drove inside me from behind before I could take a breath, slamming into me with a force that shoved the air out of my lungs. “Fuck!” I screamed, looking over my shoulder at him. He stayed planted for a moment, giving me time to change my mind before he withdrew and set a hard, punishing rhythm. Each drive into me brought a whimper from my mouth, the pitch rising higher and higher. He wrapped a hand around the front of my throat, arching my back as I fought to maintain my hold against the slippery tile. “Oh God,” I gasped.
“You’re in Hell, songbird. God can’t help you now,” he growled, sliding his other hand around my hip to stroke my clit while he fucked me. I groaned, the sound long and deep as I tightened around him. My magic pulsed out of me in a wave, bringing him over the edge with me. I fed the Source and Beelzebub fed me, and nothing had ever felt so harmonious before that moment.
His own groan came with his orgasm, as the warmth of him finishing inside me filled me. It dragged me over the edge witha scream that clawed its way up my throat, his hand vibrating against me with the force of it.
“Fuck,” Beelzebub sighed, pulling out of me slowly as he spun me to look at me. He tucked me into his chest as I swayed, my legs feeling like jelly beneath me. “Did I hurt you?”
I just smiled. I could feel the heat of his release slipping down my thighs, and my body was covered in the marks he’d left behind.
But it had never felt more like mine.
41
BEELZEBUB
Margot still slept when I lifted her from the bed and clothed her. Her exhaustion was potent, sinking deep into her bones. Between the physical violence of the Seventh Circle and the emotional turmoil of the Eighth, she needed a long, hard sleep. I’d given her a sleeping tonic when we’d found our way into bed finally, and she’d been too sleepy to protest.
Maybe it was a betrayal to do it with the intention of speaking with Lucifer alone. Maybe she would have wanted to be there for that conversation.
But things moved quickly in war, and I had no way of knowing what had come of Hollow’s Grove after they’d repelled Michael. Another archangel could have easily been sent to take his place since we’d been gone and made it so there was nothing safe to return to. I didn’t know what I would do if Lucifer needed me to return to help Him in the latest war. I’d never questioned my loyalty to Him, never hesitated to lead His armies in the past.
But if they put Margot in danger…
I swallowed as I finished tugging a long-sleeve tunic over her head. It hung low on her hips, cascading over the fleece-lined pants I’d dragged up her legs. The circle of Treachery was a freezing landscape of cold and ice, a stark contrast to the heat and seasonable weather of the other circles. Legend said that Lucifer’s rage burned like frostbite when He’d been cast out of Heaven,that it had changed the landscape of the original circle forever. The Source had taken in that rage and made it a part of herself, leaving Lucifer to be the more calm, callous man I’d come to know when they created me later on.
I tugged pants onto Margot’s body, shoving socks onto her feet before I lifted her into my arms. What she would view as a betrayal would serve as her payment to enter the Ninth Circle, the cost of which was either betraying something or someone or being the one betrayed. It may take her time to see it as the kindness it was, but I hoped that eventually she would.
She was light in my arms as I strode out the door to the bedroom we’d claimed as our own for a few hours, ignoring Legion’s arrogant face. She knew better than most what the cost could be of love; the consequences of taking the bond of marriage were very real for demons. It was why I’d been so shocked to find that Lucifer had married the witch who had never been more than a means to an end, that He’d been willing to share Himself and His power source with her. Not only strengthening a woman who could have very easily decided she’d much rather remain His enemy, but weakening Himself in doing so.
I’d never even considered marrying, never wanted to see my mark on a woman’s skin, but now I found myself staring down at Margot’s collarbone as I walked. I could already imagine how my mark would look curled around the back of her neck, the edges showing at the front of her shoulders.
