by T. O. Smith
He was the most beautiful person I’d ever laid my eyes on.
“It is time, my queen.” He told me, his eyes never leaving mine.
I smiled. His eyes cooled to their blood-red color, inviting me in, pulling me towards him. “There she is.” He breathed. He held out his hand to me. “You’re mine now, Bela.”
“I’ve always been yours.” I corrected him as I placed my hand in his.
His wings wrapped around me, enveloping me in their softness as his lips pressed to mine. “Sleep, my queen.”
Everything went dark.
✶ ✶ ✶
LUCIFER
Kyle appeared in front of me, his massive, black wings disappearing inside of his back as soon as his feet touched the ground. He looked down at his sister, his features softening.
If there was one person in this world that the Angel of Death cared for, it was his little sister.
Bela was asleep on my bed, her body and facial features already beginning to change to resemble the demon form she would now take until it was time for her to take her place at my side as my queen.
“She’s going to lose her mind when she sees what she’s turned into.” He said quietly. He crouched and brushed his hand over her cheek, which was slowly turning a dark shade of red. “She won’t feel worthy in your eyes. You’re the only one she feels has ever understood her.” He told me as if I didn’t already know that. I came to her in her darkest moments. I had seen her at her absolute worst, and I loved her through it all.
I knew she just wanted to be perfect in my eyes. What she didn’t understand yet, was that she always would be. Whether she was human, a demon, or my immortal queen, she would always be perfect.
I shook my head at him. “She’ll never have reason to doubt my feelings for her,” I assured him. “She is still mine – still my beautiful Bela. She always will be.”
He stood back up to his full height. “I’ll come to see her soon. I need to deal with some things on my end first. I want to spend a couple of days with her – give her some of the normalcy that she’s been missing.”
I nodded in understanding. I wanted her to have normalcy as well, but not much of her life was going to be normal anymore – not that it really was before. She was to be my queen. She would soon begin connecting with everyone in my realm of the world. Humanity was no longer attainable for her.
“Your mother?” I asked him.
Ever since Bela accidentally killed her father in one of her rage-filled fits, their mother had gone off of the deep end. I had been using demons of my own to hold her back, and Kyle had been trying as well.
He sighed, glaring up at the ceiling of my room before looking back at me. “Mother has been trying to locate her since Bela disappeared off the face of the earth. Her magic isn’t strong enough to locate her, though – not with her being here in Hell.”
“I feel black magic will soon be in the works,” I warned him.
His eyes flashed, his reaper pushing through, wanting to protect his sister – his queen. “She’ll be slaughtered.” He snarled.
I smirked at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be neutral?” I asked him. “Like some Switzerland shit?”
He barked out a laugh. “Not when it concerns my queen.” He told me. “And she’s my sister. If someone thinks they can hurt her, they’ll have a rude fucking awakening.”
With that, his wings ripped from his back again, and he disappeared.
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Bela moaned in discomfort. I knelt beside her, running my hand over her body, hoping to ease her pain. She wouldn’t wake – not until the transformation was complete – but that didn’t mean she still wouldn’t feel the effects of the change.
Cerberus stepped into the room, his eyes landing on his queen. “How is she?”
I shrugged, not answering him. I could feel her pain within me, but I was a damn good tolerator of pain, But I knew she was not, and the amount of pain I was beginning to feel was making me angry. I knew this was something she had to go through, but I didn’t fucking like it. It was goddamn painful, and I knew it was even stronger for her.
This pain made me want to destroy something.
Tears spilled down her cheeks, the sizzling heat from her tears burning her skin, only for her face to heal immediately after – one of the perks of her being a demon. She whined in her sleep, but still did not wake. Cerberus reached out to touch her shoulder, and he jerked his hand back with a hiss. “She’s fucking burning.”
“I know,” I said quietly. I could feel her body heating beneath my touch, but it didn’t affect me. The coolness of my skin rivaled the heat from hers. I brushed my lips to her forehead. She sighed, subconsciously leaning into me. I knew my touch cooled her – comforted her.
“How much longer?” He asked me.
I shrugged. “I don’t know,” I told him honestly. “I wish I did know, but I don’t. I just have to wait.”
He shifted into his beast and lied down on the floor on her side of the bed, settling in to wait patiently – to wait for his queen to wake up. I knew Cerberus had formed a bond with her – one that was unbreakable. He would always be her protector.
I brushed my lips to hers. “No matter what, my little demon, you are always perfect to me,” I whispered.
✶ ✶ ✶
Bela suddenly jerked awake, a low moan of pain sliding through her lips. I knew she would be uncomfortable for a day or two considering all of the changes her body had just gone through.
Her skin was red – blood red – and her eyes burned with the flames of Hell, no longer that beautiful green, almost cool moss color, that they had been when she was human, though I knew the color of her eyes would return once she officially became my queen – became a ruler of Hell alongside me.
Her nails had extended into talons, and her once brown hair was now an inky black color that fell to the curve of her lower back. I had one of the other female demons change her into a comfortable pair of leggings and one of my t-shirts so she would be more comfortable when she woke, but I was sorely regretting not having the demon put a bra on her since her nipples were pressing against my t-shirt, teasing me.
“Lucifer.” She whimpered as she stared at herself in horror. She looked up at me, fear and uncertainty shining in her eyes. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Easy, my queen.” I soothed as I knelt in front of her, sliding my palms over her thighs. She shuddered under my touch, the fire in her eyes blazing higher in reaction to me. I tampered down my own need for her as her arousal filled the room. I’d forgotten how much she would crave sex as a demon.
“You are a demon.” I gently told her. Scorching hot tears slid down her cheeks, burning her skin before it quickly healed. “Your feelings are still very human, and it will remain that way, but you are going through your next change.”
“I’m so ugly.” She whimpered.
“No.” I soothed. I stood back up to my full height and leaned down, placing my hands on either side of her hips, sliding my lips with hers. She moaned, her hands fisting in my shirt, drawing herself closer to me. I growled, my blood pounding through my veins, urging me to claim her now that I finally could.
“Woman.” I snarled, but it didn’t deter her. She yanked me on top of her as she laid back on the mattress, her lips moving over my jaw.
“Fuck.” I swore. I gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head, my eyes blazing with the fires of Hell, just like hers. I could barely think past the lust in my brain, but this wasn’t the time. She was still in pain, and if I took her, I would take her like a fucking savage – like a man starved.
Her body couldn’t take that right now.
She whined, her hips rising to rub against my cock as she spread her legs, cradling me between her perfect, thick thighs. Dammit, this woman was going to be the death of me. “Luc.” She whimpered.
“Fuck, my queen, I know.” I rumbled. I kissed her hard – almost devouring her – before I pulled back from her again. She whin
ed. “But you’re in pain. You need to allow your body time to heal from the change. I will take you when your body is ready, and when I do, we will not leave this room for hours.” I promised her. She moaned, her hips rising again in reaction to my words. I gently pushed them back down. “But not today,” I growled as I tightened my hand on her hip, forcing her body to stay flat on the mattress.
She was a fucking vixen.
“I need you.” She whined. “It’s burning me alive.”
Her body was urging her to complete the bond with me, but I couldn’t – not while she was still hurting like this.
But I could satisfy her for a little while without hurting her.
With a muttered curse, I leaned up on my knees and gripped her shirt, gently easing it over her head. She groaned in pain, her face twisting in discomfort. I brushed my lips over her jaw, soothing her pain all while groaning at the feel of her soft tits as they brushed against my own chest.
I may not be able to take her like I wanted nor like she wanted, but I could satisfy that ache within her for a few hours at least.
I yanked her panties and leggings down her legs next, leaving her beautiful body bare before me. Her red skin shimmered, almost revealing her human skin before it settled again. The side of her that completely belonged to me was stronger than the demon form that had taken over her, but it wasn’t time for it to take back over yet.
Because when it did, my soul would be twined with hers, officially giving her immortality so she could spend forever by my side.
“Luc, what – oh, fuck.” She moaned as I slid my fingers along her slit. I growled softly in response, inhaling deeply as her arousal permeated the air.
She was soaked for me.
“I’m going to take care of you,” I promised as I pressed a kiss to the valley between her breasts.
Using my thumb, I circled her clit, keeping my moves slow and steady as I slid a finger into her tight opening, watching every beautiful emotion as they flashed across her face. She was losing herself in this moment with me, and it was fucking sexy as hell to watch.
My cock was straining in my jeans, straining to be buried deep inside of her, but this would be enough for me right now. It would have to be. I would not hurt her further.
Her hands were fisted in the blankets of my bed, her back arching off of the mattress, my name falling from her lips as she begged me for more – begged me to never stop.
She was my queen. My wish was her command.
To a certain extent, anyway.
I leaned forward and covered my lips with hers, swallowing her scream as she came hard around my fingers, her body shaking and trembling as she clutched at my shoulders, her talons ripping into my skin, but I didn’t give a fuck. I would heal instantly, and the pain? It felt fucking amazing.
I slowly worked her down from her orgasm, watching her beautiful body as it slowly began to relax, her eyes shutting with exhaustion.
“Better?” I asked her, a small smile playing on my lips.
“Mhm.” She mumbled. I slowly eased my fingers out of her and licked them clean. Fuck, she tasted so sweet.
Her eyes flashed open, her lips parting in surprise. If she were capable of blushing in this form, her entire body would be red. I shot her a wicked smirk. “You taste really fucking good.” I rumbled.
“Oh, my God.” She whispered in mortification.
I laughed before I leaned down and gently lifted her sore body from the bed, cradling her to my chest as I carried her into the bathroom. “I’m going to run you a bath,” I told her as I set her on the bathroom counter. I moved over to the huge bathtub. “I need to check on some things, and then I’ll come back to you.”
“Will you join me?” She asked.
After turning the water on for her, I moved back to my wicked little demon and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Not today,” I told her. “If I get undressed anywhere around you, I’m going inside of you. I need to keep my restraint.”
She pouted. It was so fucking adorable that it brought a smile to my face. “Why are you teasing me?” She whined.
I ran my hand over her curvy body, leaning forward to kiss her slowly – deeply – my hands gripping her juicy ass to tug her body closer to me. “I believe you are the one teasing me.” I playfully growled. I nipped at her bottom lip, and her moan made all of the blood in my dick pound. “Fuck.” I swore. I stepped back from her. “Bath, my little destroyer.”
With that, I slipped from the bathroom before I put her in more pain and discomfort than she was already in.
FIVE
BELA
I hadn’t realized that I had fallen asleep in the tub until Lucifer was lifting me from the water. I groaned, slowly opening my eyes to look up at him. “Sleep well?” He lightly teased.
If I had been capable of blushing in this form, I would have. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” I told him quietly, a yawn falling from my lips immediately after.
Lucifer softly laughed. “Your body just went through a lot of changes, my love. Of course, you would be tired.” He looked down at my face. “How are you feeling?”
“Better now,” I told him honestly. I always felt better whenever he touched me. My stomach rumbled, though, announcing its hunger. “Hungry.” I sheepishly admitted, a shy smile on my lips.
“Let’s get you dressed, and then we’ll go see what has been made for dinner.” He told me. He gently set me on my feet, holding my waist in his hands as he waited for me to regain my balance. My chest rubbed against his bare one, and I moaned, my body heating in response.
A soft growl sounded from Lucifer’s chest, and he pulled me against him, his arm wrapping around my waist before his lips covered mine. I could feel my soul desperately trying to twine with his, but he was holding back, keeping all of himself from me.
“Not now.” He told me.
I yanked back from him, hurt suddenly flooding my system. It was never time. I was so fucking sick of shit never being the right time with him.
I snatched a robe from the wall and wrapped it around myself, suddenly wanting to cover my body from his eyes.
He kept rejecting me. I thought I was his queen.
Was he changing his mind?
“Woman,” Lucifer growled. I ignored him, turning away from him to go lock myself in the bathroom like a pouting child. But I was pouting. My feelings were hurt. Of course, he wouldn’t want me – not now that I fucking looked like this.
“Bela!” He roared. I flinched. “Don’t you fucking turn your back on me.” He growled.
I glared at him over my shoulder, my body heating, almost burning with rage and hurt. “You can go fuck yourself.” I snarled.
I didn’t even have a chance to step foot back into the bathroom before Lucifer grabbed my wrist and yanked me around to face him, his blood-red eyes glaring down into my own. “You still need to heal.” He snapped down at me, the flames of Hell flashing in his eyes for a moment before he smothered it.
“Lies.” I gritted, not wanting him to know how hurt I was that he kept turning me down. I wanted him – badly. I didn’t even know it was possible to crave someone as badly as I craved him to claim me – to make me his. “You just can’t stand to look at me like this.”
He grabbed my hand and placed it over his jeans. I gasped at the feel of his hard cock, and it slightly jumped under my touch. He was long and hard, and he swelled even more in my hand.
“I want you so fucking badly that it is killing me inside to deny you.” He told me. My lips slightly parted, my breathing quickening. “The bath has relaxed your muscles, but give it about thirty minutes to an hour, and you will begin to feel your discomfort again. I am your king; you are mine. I will not intentionally hurt you.”
Tears welled in my eyes, burning a path down my cheeks. He pressed his lips to my burning skin, that coolness sweeping through me. “I’m sorry.” I whimpered, feeling stupidly pathetic now.
He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight to him. “You will ne
ver be ugly in my eyes, my little demon.” He promised as he brushed his lips to my temple. I sighed, relaxing further in his arms. He was so cool against my heated skin. “When your body is ready, I will take you hard. I plan to fuck you so hard that we break my bed.” I moaned at his words as I slid my hands along his hard abs, feeling his muscles quiver beneath my touch. “But not right now.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
He leaned down and kissed me, his lips taking mine savagely – with a bruising force – before he slowly released me and moved towards a door on the other side of the room. He opened it and flicked on a light, revealing a huge walk-in closet. I slowly followed behind him, a gasp leaving my lips when I saw all of the women’s clothing.
