Her body arched off the counter as she cried out, heat exploding from her less like a wave and more like a supernova. She cursed incoherently under her breath as I continued to circle my tongue around her sensitive bud, prolonging the sensation. Then she sat up suddenly and pushed me away, slid off the counter, and jumped into my arms.
I grabbed her ass as her arms and legs wrapped around me, then slammed my cock inside her. I stumbled into the living room and leaned her over the back of the couch. She steadied herself on the seat as I gripped her hips and pounded into her relentlessly.
My whole being was awash in pleasure. I hammered my aura into hers as much as I buried my length into her tight passage, fucking her both physically and spiritually. She opened to the feeling, gasping as it overtook her. My head felt light, the Hellfire in my core gathering for another release.
This one woman would be the ruin of me.
A fate I would happily accept.
Lexi reached up, fingertips brushing across my stomach before trailing down to where we intersected, stroking herself. I groaned at the sight, her fingers circling deftly, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She was magnificent. Glorious.
Every time we were together was fucking transcendent.
Her whimpers made me smack her hand away, replacing it with mine. I wanted to see her come apart by my hand. I wanted to unravel her in all the best ways.
“Lucifer,” she gasped.
My name on her lips had my dick stiffening. My heavy pants turned into a roar as I came hard enough to see stars. I thrust into her raggedly, my thumb rubbing her furiously until she joined me, her cries mingling with mine. Her power surged through the house, and mine blended with it, keeping all the glass in the house from shattering.
Nine Fucking Hells.
I was having trouble gathering my thoughts. Pulling Lexi toward me, I adjusted her legs around my hips and lifted her, still on my cock.
“Fuck,” was all she managed to get out.
“We’re not even close to finished making up yet.”
A wide grin stretched across her face. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Chapter 24
Lexi
I slowly came to, warm, comfortable, exhausted. My muscles burned in a good way, but I wasn’t ready to get up and use them again so soon. I snuggled deeper into the warmth, receiving an amused chuckle.
“You are incorrigible.”
“Mmm, but you love me anyway,” I mumbled into his chest.
His fingertips brushed across my forehead and I cracked an eye open. “Do I, now?”
Heat filled my chest and the room and his inner fire responded. He pulled me closer. We’d come to an understanding last night.
Everything that happened next, we would plan for together. We would fight for his throne together. And if he tried to leave me behind on some misguided hero mission, I would kill him myself.
I lifted my nose in the air, scenting bacon and coffee. “Something smells good. Did you magic up some breakfast for us?”
Lucifer froze beside me and I took that as a no. We both leapt out of the bed, him grabbing a pair of boxers and me a bathrobe. Magic was ready at my fingertips when we rushed the kitchen to find my dad. In flannel pajama pants. Wearing an apron while he cooked sunny-side eggs.
“Oh good, you’re up!” Loki slid two mugs of coffee across the island’s bar top. A plate of bacon sat on the counter and the toaster picked that moment to pop up. “I cleaned up the mess in your kitchen and figured I’d make you breakfast. By the way, I got you matching aprons as your make-up gift. I’m sure you’ll appreciate the thought that went into them.”
Sure enough, my dad was wearing one with Lucifer's classicSinsational Sweetscupcake with horns that readI’m Horny. A second apron was draped over one of the bar stools. It featured an pizza oven and readBaking Gets Me Hot.
“That is so fucking inappropriate,” I whined, then pointed to the door. “Dad, get out!”
He pouted at me, then snatched a piece of bacon and one of the cupcakes from the untouched box I’d brought last night. “I’ll be back in an hour. I happen to bear good news.”
After Lucifer and I ate, we started going over and altering his original plan until Loki came back with his news. And it was really fucking good news. It seemed my dad, despite his rocky relationship with the Æsir and Vanir, had tons of other allies in other pantheons across the globe. They’d agreed to help.
