“I'm happy too.” I lifted my hips. “But I'd be happier if you sped up a little.”
Kirill laughed but the sound turned wicked quickly, and his hips were soon slapping against my inner thighs with a rapid tempo. The pleasure spiraled upward and since we were so far from the palace, I let the Lust magic rise as well. A red glow suffused my skin, seeping from me into Kirill. It filled his body, driving his hips into even more powerful movements, then flowed back into me, magnified by his desire—a circle of pleasure that increased with each revolution.
Over and over, Lust spun through us until it burst from our bodies like an explosion, sending us into orgasm simultaneously and shooting into the stone walls. The thick rock would hopefully stop it from spreading to the animals outside. If not, well, they'd have a fun night.
As Kirill and I collapsed onto the mattress, red sparkles rained down around us, each imparting a zip of ecstasy when they hit our skin. We twitched together, then looked at each other and burst into laughter.
“It's good to be a love goddess,” I said.
“You meanlustgoddess.” Kirill pulled me into his arms. “Ready for round three?”
“Absolutely.” Then I frowned. “Hold on, are you seriously counting that three-pump, lion sex as round one?”
Kirill growled and pounced.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kirill and I raced back to Pride Palace in our lion forms since night was falling and our beasts were faster. We put on even more speed when we scented cooking meat. Bursting from the tall grass, we found the front lawn alight with strings of lanterns. Under those lanterns, several Intare stood at our barbecue grills. Everyone was outside, drinking and socializing while they waited for the meat to cook. That included our Angel guests, the God Squad, the Devil, the Holy Spirit, and some Demons.
Everyone likes a party before battle.
Kirill and I went upstairs to get dressed before joining the festivities. On our way outside, Michael stopped me.
“Az said that I should talk to you about the tracing chant,” Michael said.
“What about it?” I asked.
“I'd like to give it to Cassiel and Zachariel so they can retreat here on their own if they have to.”
I considered that. I didn't like to hand out the tracing chant to people outside the family, but these Angels were fighting on our side. They hadn't made vows to Lucifer, but could I blame them for that? Jerry had failed them; how could they turn around and trust Luke? And sure, they could flee the battle to somewhere on Earth, but then the Host could still hunt them. They needed a warded territory in the God Realm to be safe. I looked at Kirill, and he nodded.
“All right, you can give it to them,” I said.
“Thank you, V. They're both good men. Cass can be stuffy, but it's from centuries of governing the Seventh Heaven with Jerry breathing down his neck.”
“If you trust them, so do I.”
We went outside and split up after leaving the veranda. Mike went toward the Angels while Kirill and I headed for the Demons. Luke, Holly, and Azrael stood in their group, bottles of Hellbrew in their hands.
“Hey.” Azrael slid his arm around me and kissed my cheek. “You two have a nice time?”
“Always.” I glanced at the Demons and spotted one I knew. “Hey, Cid. How's it hanging?”
“It's rock hard and ready for a good fight,” Cid said.
“You get an erection before battle?” Azrael asked.
“Don't you?”
“No.”
“I get pretty excited,” Gello said. Gello, whose father was Samael.
“Oh, Gello, I'm so sorry about your father,” I said. “Are you all right?”
Her expression hardened. “I'm fine. We're going to get him back. There's no other option.”
“If I have to tear apart the Heavens to find them, I will,” Lucifer vowed as he laid a hand on her shoulder.
