Lucifer spins around, grabs the two glass bottles, and waves them at me. “Tequila. Which of you gets drunk the easiest?”
All eyes shoot to me. I rub a hand down my face. “And for my next trick, I’m going to embarrass myself whilst drunk out of my skull.”
Lucifer thrusts a bottle at me. I grasp it and unscrew the lid. “One person will not cut it. Who else?” he asks.
Archan folds his arms. “Gods aren’t affected by alcohol.”
Lucifer grins. “This is my special brew, you can be intoxicated with Natia.”
Zac grabs the bottle from Lucifer’s hand. “I’ll do it. I don’t want to have to hear Natia’s moans again. Do you know you sound like a whale when you come?”
I screw up my face. “At least when I come, it’s not a solo act. When was the last time you were with a woman? How’s your right hand? Or are you a lefty? Perhaps you mix it up to make it feel like you are with two different women? Keep it fresh, ya know.”
He scowls at me and unscrews the cap on his own bottle. “Game on, bitch,” he says, clinking his bottle with mine, and we both take our first burning mouthful. I can feel the fire all the way to my stomach. Zac tries but fails to hold back his grimace.
Duncan sighs. “This should be fun.”
Archan tugs me towards the dais. “Up on here, Natia,” he states. I flop onto the throne and take another swig.
The rest of the gang climb up and dart their gazes between Zac and I. “I don’t like you,” Zac utters after his third swig. I roll my eyes and swing my legs up to the side.
“You needed Dutch courage to announce the feelings you wear on your sleeve. Geesh, you really are emotionally stilted.”
We both take a long swig from our bottles. I can feel the fire in my veins, loosening up my muscles and coaxing my brain to be loose with my tongue.
Zee laughs and I glance at him. “What?”
“That sounded dirty.”
Huh, I must have said that out loud. “Everything sounds dirty to you. We could arm you with the cleanest linens and you’d find the smallest dirty mark and exploit it.” He shakes his head as Zac plonks himself down in front of me. I frown at him. “What’s up, Zacy, can’t handle your tequila?”
He snorts a laugh, catching me off guard. Since when does Zac laugh? “You’re the one that stumbles around naked after one glass of wine.”
I huff. “I’ll have you know I’ve kept my clothes firmly on my body since my return.”
Archan grins as he leans on the arm of the chair. “Not true.”
“Okay, I’ve only taken off my clothes when I’ve wanted to,” I correct.
A loud moan erupts from Henry. We all stare at him. “I’ll just tuck this away somewhere,” Lucifer says. “Come help me, brother.” He nods at Archan as he grasps the net and begins dragging Henry across the marble floor.
Archan swings his gaze between me and Lucifer. “Go do your thing,” I say, swinging the bottle.
Archan leans forward, stealing a kiss from my lips. “Do not move from this throne.”
“Not sure I could,” I mumble, chasing his lips.
He glances at Zac. “No arguments, drink what you need to and let’s get out of here.”
“Aye, aye, captain.”
I snort a laugh as Archan follows Lucifer. Zee and Duncan sit on the edge of the dais whilst Zac and I take another drink. “You know I don’t like you,” Zac says again.
“I’ll survive my eternal existence with that knowledge, thank you.”
He grins. “You are wild, unpredictable, an anomaly…”
“Thank you.”
