I shrug and glance at a smug Lucifer. “Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” Archan challenges. “I can make it clear by spreading you out on this table and pounding your flesh until you come all over my cock whilst screaming my name.”
I catch his eyes over my shoulder. He’d do it. It’s written all over his face.
“Alternatively,” Lucifer drawls, “you could take Natia upstairs and get cleaned up. We’re heading to Vegas, so dress to kill, Natia. We’ll be hitting the casinos and clubs.
“What about Hell?” I ask.
Lucifer’s brow furrows. “What about Hell?”
“When are we going back? We close this portal, then get back to the mission?”
Lucifer’s eyes narrow. “We contain this threat, then head back into Hell to continue to push back Zeus’s forces. We are holding strong in Anger now. Whilst individual gods may transverse the dimensions, the monsters still have to tunnel their way out.”
“Why aren’t they escaping through the portal out of Violence?” Aaden asks. “Surely that would be easier for them.”
“Demons and princes only. The rest have to fight their way out the same way you are fighting your way in,” Lucifer answers.
“But I thought the fail-safes didn’t exist that way around?” I say.
Lucifer sighs, like being interrogated by us is a big hardship. “There are laws governing every realm. In Hell, princes can travel where they like—including Earth. Demons can move in their own realm and come to Earth through small portals and loopholes; often caused by idiotic humans trying to summon them. But these portals close as quickly as they are opened. This one is pried wide open.”
“What could do that?” I wonder.
Lucifer runs a hand through his inky hair. “A prince.”
I jerk back. “You think Lawrence is there?”
He nods. “But, Natia, you can’t kill him.”
“Why the hell not?”
“If you murder a Prince of Hell, you take his place. Unless you have ambitions to lord over Violence, you need to leave the killing to me.”
“Won’t that make you the prince?” Aaden asks.
“Temporarily, until I can put someone of my choosing in power. But if Natia was to kill him, she would remain the Princess of Violence until someone murdered her for the position.”
I press my lips together. “What are you thinking?” Archan probes.
“That I’m glad I didn’t succeed in murdering him before. That would have sucked big time.”
“Get dressed. Our reservations are at ten pm,” Lucifer states, straightening his tie. Archan wraps an arm around my waist and a second later, we are sitting on his bed.
“I could have walked,” I grumble, pushing up to get out of his lap. His grip tightens, pinning me to him as he skims his lips over my shoulder and grazes a hand down my side before peeling back the cups of my bikini.
“Every time I think I’ve gotten it into your head,” he pinches my nipples, causing me to arch my back, “you have to do something that makes me remind you.” His hand grazes my stomach, then tugs on the side of my bikini bottom, unravelling me one bit at a time. His thumb skates around my clit. “That you are mine.” His free hand comes under my chin and turns my head towards him. Fire burns behind the darkness as he studies me. His gaze searches mine as I squirm under his attention, trying to aim the pressure in just the right place.
“Archan,” I moan, his name a prayer and a plea on my lips. He captures my mouth with his as he plunges two thick fingers inside me. I gasp, the sting pleasurable and painful in equal measure. He leans back and undoes my top before lifting me up and dropping me onto the bed. I bounce with a squeal as he strips naked and climbs over me, then thrusts into my body, wrenching a scream from me at the sudden intrusion. There’s no waiting for me to adjust. He sets a punishing rhythm that steals my breath. My head knocks into the headboard and I brace my hands against it as he grins down at me with a feral smile. I’m in love with a caveman.
He swells inside me. “Don’t come,” he commands.
I quirk a brow just as his face goes taut and he growls out his release. No fucking way. Archan Reinheart did not just get off without me. He pulls out of me and runs his mouth down my neck, between the valley of my breasts and over my stomach. Well, this is new, not sure many men would give oral and taste their own release. But I’m game. In fact, I’m really turned on. He runs a finger alongside my clit, missing the bundle of nerves.
Then pushes his fingers inside me. I groan and grind down, chasing my denied release. He withdraws and paints the wetness back up my body. “Open,” he rasps as he runs his dripping fingers along my lips. I shake my head. He narrows his eyes. “I want the taste of my come smeared on your tongue all night. You ever dare to show favor to another man again and I will remind you exactly like this. Except I won’t wait until we are alone. I will impale your body on my cock in front of everyone.”
He’s pissed, really pissed… about a piece of cheese. I’d laugh if I didn’t think he was being serious. I part my lips and let him slide two fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the digits. He grins as he pulls them out. “Time to get dressed,” he announces.
“Wait? What?” I snap, sitting up as he climbs off the bed.
