I couldn’t kill him, though I wanted to the second I had seen his grubby fucking hand touching my little deathtrap.
Killing those mortals who had touched her helped take the edge off, but I was still feeling pretty worked up.
Despite the fact that I had gotten my way and Lilith was now safe in Hell under the watchful eye of Hazai, there would still be serious repercussions to my actions. I had gone directly against Yahweh’s orders, and although Hetechnicallydidn’t have dominion over me as a citizen of Hell, He was still the almighty creator, and we would need to have words.
I arrived at Voodoo and found Rafael in the office. The little dingy basement space looked like a bomb hit it, and Raf was definitely frazzled.
“Did you set up the meeting?” I asked by way of greeting.
Rafael sighed and ran his hand through his hair, making it stick up in odd places. I had never seen the prim, buttoned-up angel so disheveled. “Yes. I’ve set up the meeting, but Yahweh is pissed, Ramel. There’s not much more I can do. If I’m being frank, I don’t evenwantto help you. Not after that shit you pulled. I’m way behind on projections now because of you.” Rafael scowled at me.
“On top of that, I’m now short-staffed. You took my best bartender, and I’m assuming you won’t be back to work your shift tonight either,” he complained.
I laughed. “You know Raf, everyone says you’re a little dim, but I don’t see it. You’re sharp as a tack if you ask me.”
“No one says I’mdim,asshole.”
I scowled at him and tossed the stupid nametag on the desk in front of him. “Reaver? Really? Should have just fucking printed Grim Reaper on the damn thing you imbecile. You’re lucky she didn’t catch on.”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s not like it matters now; you exposed yourself to her anyway. I take it you have her locked up in a cell in Hell somewhere?” the archangel asked, looking annoyed. I smirked.
“You could say that.” My mouth watered at what I knew would be averysexually frustrated Lilith waiting for me when I got home. Shem was ruthless. He would have herbeggingme to fuck her by the time I got there.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
“Anyway, Yahweh says you failed the test. This meeting is not likely to go in your favor. Also, her coronation is in four and a half weeks. The veil will be thinner on Samhain, and she will shed her mortal body on her birthday and reclaim hertrue self. You better hope she wants to stay with you by then, assuming Yahweh doesn’t throw you both into purgatory for being such fucking failures.”
I snorted. “Worry about your quarterly review, Rafael. I know exactly what’s going to happen on Samhain.”
The archangel sneered at me. “Do you? You don’t even know what happened in the year 2348 BC.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and leaned forward, getting in his face. “Careful Raf. I may not be able to kill you, but there are worse things than death. Did you know that angel wings are a fucking delicacy in Hell? I have a ton of hungry demons that would pay out the asshole for a taste of yours.”
Raf’s face went white, and he swallowed. “Yahweh would punish you.”
I shrugged. “He’s going to punish me anyway. I might as well do something to deserve it. Set up the fucking meeting just the way I ordered it. Don’t fuck it up.” I snapped.
Fucking archangels.
I crossed backinto Hell and took my time walking the streets up to the manor. I wanted to make sure Shem had enough time with Lilith before I interrupted. I was rock fucking hard just thinking about it.
Rafael didn’t know what he was talking about. Four and a half weeks was more than enough time to turn Lilith into my willing bride. I was going to make her feel so fucking good; she was never going to want to leave me. It would just take some work and whatever the opposite of tender love and care was.
She acted like she hated it, but I knew deep down she loved it. Her mouth said no, but her eyes said fuckingyesevery time I gave her sweet little pussy the attention it deserved. Today would be the first day of the rest of our lives, and I was going to make sure it was a day to remember.
I leisurely strolled through the manor, rolling up my sleeves to expose my tattoos. She liked the tattoos. I always caught her looking at them when she thought I was Reaver. Even when she hated me.
The door to the bedroom was cracked open, and I could hear them before I entered. A sinister smile curled across my face.
“You’re doing so well, Lilith. Just a little more. He’ll be here soon.”
“Please, Shem,no more. I can’t take it.”
“Shhh, you can go a little longer. You’re doing so great. You’re soaking wet; he’s going to be so pleased with you.”
I was suddenlysoglad I had taken my time. She sounded like she was about to fucking lose her mind, just the way I liked her.
I pushed open the door, and so much blood rushed to my cock at the sight before me that it fucking hurt. Lilith was chained to the bed with her knees by her shoulders. Shem was lying on his side next to her, with his head in his hand, leisurely stroking the insides of her thighs with a black, vibrating wand. He looked like he was having the time of his life, and she looked raw and fucking ragged.
