I glanced at Jay. “Tell the man.”
Jay nodded and took my hand before he turned to Lycus. “Archangel Michael killed your nephew. Split him in half and ate him.”
“I have no nephew.” Lycus studied the two of us carefully.
I wouldn’t allow Lycus to harm Jay, so I sat a little taller. “You do. Your brother, Asmodeus, mated with Apate, and she gave him a son. Vagar. He possessed an innocent at the direction of a warlock acting on behalf of Apate’s mother. Nyx.”
Lycus was silent. I was wishing we’d told this to Beelzebub. At least he had a small level of trust for Jay, if not me.
Jay cleared his throat. “You don’t have to believe us. Go talk to Nyx. Ask her if your brother has betrayed your father.” It came out as a dare, and when the ground rumbled, I thought we might be ripped apart.
Lycus stood from the table and stomped away. Gremon ran after him, and Brok reached for Er’on. “Go to the dock and tell the Ferryman to wait. We need to get out of here.”
Jay and I hopped up and followed Brok and Er’on to the dock. I agreed that we needed to get out of there, though I wasn’t sure what would happen now that we’d blown open Pandora’s Box.
We strolled right out the front gate of the underworld, Brok pushing a huge cart he’d commandeered from somewhere. I didn’t even blink anymore. The Celestials and the Demoniacs held different values, and as part of the machine, I knew I had to pick my battles.
There was a small pickup truck parked not far from the gate. I turned to stare at Brok. “We won’t all fit in there.”
For the first time, the hellhound grinned. “Are those wings on your backs fairy wings or do they have a purpose?”
Jay let out a raucous laugh before he unfurled his black wings. “He’s got you there, angel. Let’s get home.”
With that, my guy took to the air, me not far behind. The tattered shirt I was wearing was no match for the cold February air. There was a weather system off the coast, and even though the cold didn’t affect me as it did humans, I’d grown fond of the sunshine and mild temperatures in Sacramento.
I caught up to Jay, both of us enabling our cloaking abilities to fly over the rooftops of homes in the neighborhoods of Sacramento without notice. “Do you think Lycus will heed our warning?”
Jay slowed and hovered over a park not far from his house. “I don’t know how much he cares. If Lucifer doesn’t know what his son is up to, maybe they just don’t give a fuck? All I know is that you’re not getting out of my sight. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. We have a lot of future ahead of us, and I’m going to make sure we enjoy it.”
I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around my demon, the two of us breathing in each other’s scent. I trailed soft kisses overhis cheeks, finally settling on the two soft lips that made me feel alive. The passion sparked between us just that quick.
Jay ended the kiss and looked into my eyes. “Let’s get home and see if we can do something about this”— he reached for my dick and gave it a gentle squeeze— “before those two arrive with our stuff.”
Without a word, we shot through the sky, coming down on the back deck of Jay’s home. He went to a rock in a flowerpot and opened it, pulling out a key for the back door.
“I’ll get you a copy of this later.” Jay held up the silver key. “Remind me to have the locks changed. I don’t want Beelz coming and going at his convenience.”
I laughed as we went inside. “I doubt a key would keep him out if he really wanted inside.” We both perused the house to see Beelzebub had returned everything to its previous appearance, though he had left the kitchen upgrades he’d added.
Jay grabbed my hand and rushed us to the bedroom, peeling his tattered shirt off and ridding himself of the jeans he was wearing. I followed suit.
We wrestled for dominance as we fell on the bed, him on top of me. “I want you to make love to me.”
Jay stopped and looked into my eyes. “Are you sure? I thought you didn’t like to bottom.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again before clarifying. “I love you. I want to be with you in any way you’d like. Always remember I’m yours.”
The time for talking had ended. Jay had lube in his hands from the nightstand before I knew it. “Is that yours or is it—” I couldn’t finish the sentence, much less let the thought take root.
“It’s mine. I’m pretty sure Beelz is a spit guy.”
That thought made me shudder.
Jay quickly prepped me—tongue, fingers, and then my grand prize...his thick cock.
He had me on my back, my legs over the bend in his elbows as he pounded my prostate to the point that I levitated off the bed, making him laugh as he slipped from my hole.
“Okay, angel. How can I keep you on the bed?” His sexy smirk made me laugh.
