Ripping the door open, I storm my way down to the courtyard. Sometimes Onyx will sit with Lucifer's mates, Megan and Veronica. He really seems to enjoy their company. I don’tlike it, but I’m not going to voice that opinion. The last thing I need is for Lucifer to have another reason to end my existence.
“Bane.” Megan greets me with a friendly smile. Her and Veronica are sitting on a bench next to one another, drinking something. “How are you?”
“Horny.” I grunt and Veronica snorts.
“And blunt I see.” Veronica snickers.
“Is my mate here?” I ask, looking around.
“He was earlier, but he left to go help Elithel.” Megan answers.
My brow furrows. “The maid? What would he need to help her with?”
“The bag she was using to bring the dirty laundry down to the basement broke, so he offered to help.” Veronica smiles. “He’s just the sweetest, that boy.”
“Why would he help? It’s not his job, it’s hers.”
Megan looks at Veronica with a small smile before turning her attention back to me. “Because that's the kind of guy your mate is, Bane. He’s not just going to sit around and wait for you to come back so you can… use his body.” She clears her throat, seeming to be trying not to laugh. I don’t understand what’s so funny.
“I don’t see any reason why not.”
Veronica grins. “You really are just a caveman, aren’t you?”
“No. I’m a reaper.” my brows furrow.
“Bane, hunny, you need to understand that Onyx was just a human a few months ago. He had friends, a mother who he misses. He’s not going to just sit around all day every day, that poor boy would go insane.”
“It’s Hell. It’s common here.” I shrug.
“Bane.” Veronica glares at me. “You better start treating that boy better or you’re going to have to deal with me.”
“And me.” Megan adds.
I want to tell them I’m not afraid of them. And I’m not. Their mate however, yeah, not touching that.
“I’m going to find Onyx.” I mutter, growing frustrated with these two.
Telling me I need to treat Onyx better. I treat him just fine. I let him cum. Every single time. You know, if he’s a good boy. And, if he doesn’t die before I cum, I fuck him again as a reward. How is that not treating him right?
Heading down to the laundry room, I don’t find Onyx anywhere. “You.” I point to the woman folding sheets.
She jumps and spins around. “Yes?”
“Where’s my mate?” I growl.
“Onyx?” she smiles. “He just left. Said he was hungry and was going to grab something to eat.”
“Finally, someone helpful.” I mutter.
As I approach the kitchen, I hear chatter and laughter. My spine stiffens. I know that laugh. It’s my mate’s laugh. Who the hell is making my man laugh? Only I am allowed to make him feel joy.
Shoving the door open, it slams against the wall. Onyx, the cook and three other kitchen staff jump, looking over at me in fear. When they see me their scared looks remain, all but Onyx’s. His mouth breaks into a wide grin.
“You’re home,” he says.
“You’d know that if you were in our room.” I glare at him. “What are you doing here?”
He huffs, rolling his eyes. “I was hungry. So I came down to get something to eat.”
