by T. O. Smith
“I bought all of these for you.” He told me when I looked over at him. “It was inevitable that you would come to me. I was not letting you go. Pick whatever you want. I tried to buy only what you were comfortable with wearing.”
I grabbed his face in my red hands and pressed a searing kiss to his lips. He smiled at me – that perfect, breathtaking smile – when I leaned back from him again. “Thank you,” I told him, meaning it from the bottom of my heart.
He reached up and brushed his cool thumb over my cheek. I closed my eyes, leaning my face into his touch. “Anything for you, my queen.” He brushed his nose with mine. “Get dressed. Cerberus will bring you to the dining room.” He informed me.
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When I stepped out of the closet, I was wearing a pair of leggings and a loose, long-sleeved shirt with a pair of knee-high purple and blue socks. Cerberus laughed at my socks when I emerged. “Sexy.” He teased.
I laughed. “Not what I was aiming for.” I retorted.
He grinned and held his hand out to me. “I doubt my king will care what you wear, my lady. He’ll find you irresistible either way.”
I hid my face with my hair as I placed my hand in his, allowing him to lead me from Lucifer’s room and into the hallway. “Will you be eating with us?” I asked him after a moment.
He nodded. “Yes, and Lucifer has a surprise for you as well.” He told me.
I frowned, a little nervous. I was in Hell. What in the world could he want to surprise me with?
“Get the confused look off your face,” Cerberus told me with a light laugh. “I promise you’ll love this surprise.”
He pushed open a door and led me into a huge dining room. Lucifer met me as soon as I walked in. I smiled at him, an automatic reaction to seeing my beautiful king.
He grabbed my face in his hands and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Hello, my little destroyer.” He ran his eyes over me, and his lips tilted up into a devilish smirk that had me moaning as I leaned towards him, my skin heating.
“Fuck.” He swore as he gently eased me back from him with a low growl. I whimpered. “Easy, my queen.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips over mine, soothing my inner torment for a brief moment. “I have a surprise for you.”
He gently turned me, and I gasped when I saw my brother standing a few feet from me. His brown hair was messy on the top of his head, his green eyes holding warmth for me.
Tears rushed down my cheeks as I ran towards him, a sob ripping from my lips. He wrapped me up in his arms as soon as I reached him. “How are you here?” I cried, my tears burning my cheeks, but I didn’t even care.
Soft, black wings wrapped around me. I looked up at him in alarm, my body locking up with fear and uncertainty. “I’m the Angel of Death.” My lips parted in surprise. “Mom and Dad had you extremely late – hundreds of years late.” He nodded his head in Lucifer’s direction. “He helped to alter my looks though, to make me age at a rate that would not alarm you. You couldn’t know about us yet.”
I shook my head, not even finding what he told me that hard to believe. Hell, I’d turned into a demon. Anything was fucking possible anymore.
“You’re really here.” I cried.
He smiled at me and hugged me tightly again. “I’m here, Little Sis.” He drew back from me a little. “I’m here to eat dinner with you, but I have to go afterward.”
I frowned. “Do you have to?” I asked, not wanting him to leave so soon. He had always been the one family member that never treated me differently.
He nodded. “I do. I have a duty.” He told me. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Lucifer will take care of you. You are his queen.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want you to go,” I told him.
Lucifer gently drew me back from him, his strong, cool arms sliding around my waist. “He will come to see you.” My king promised. “But he is the Angel of Death, my little demon. He has to continue his duty.”
“Mom?” I asked him, my voice breaking. I didn’t want my brother to leave me. “Is she okay?”
Lucifer growled, his arms tightening around me. I looked over my shoulder at him in alarm. “Your mother is trying to destroy you.” Lucifer rumbled. I spun around to face him. He gripped my waist, holding me to him. “Easy, my love.” He crooned.
“Why would she do that?” I asked him, my bottom lip trembling.
He ran his fingers over my cheek. “You killed her husband – the one that was created especially for her. She’s lost and losing her mind without him, and she wants to kill the one that killed him.”
I closed my eyes, tears searing down my skin. I was fucked up. First, I heard voices, and then, I lost myself, killing my own father. And now, my mother hated me and wanted to kill me.
“Oh, my queen,” Lucifer whispered as he wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips to my own. They trembled beneath his. “I know it hurts. And if she were normal, she would understand how lost you were in your own torment. Both of your parents knew what you were going through and what you were capable of. Instead of letting your brother deal with it, your father wanted to. It cost him his life.”
“I never meant to hurt him,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
Lucifer kissed me – soft and slow – gently coaxing my lips apart, his kiss cooling my burning insides off. “I know you didn’t, Bela. And she knows it, too, but she’s too lost in her grief. We will keep you protected here. As of right now, she’s not using black magic to find you. She hasn’t fallen that far yet, but it’s only a matter of time.”
I gasped in shock. “My mother is a witch?” I asked incredulously.
Lucifer nodded. “And in time, you will be able to tap into your own magic as well.” He told me. I stared up at him in surprise. There was so much I didn’t know about my family – about me.
“What happens if she begins using black magic?” I asked him, a little terrified of the answer.
“Could be war,” Kyle answered for Lucifer. I looked at my brother over my shoulder. “Black magic is dangerous, and it brings forth things – creatures – that have been buried for centuries – things that people have decided are nothing more than myths and legends.”
“All because of me?” I choked out in disbelief.
Lucifer gripped my chin, tilting my head back so I was looking directly up at him. “Do not do that.” He warned me. “Do not lose yourself in the guilt. You were lost, my little destroyer. If anyone is to blame, it is the demons and souls of Hell for making you lose your mind.”
“I wish she didn’t hate me,” I whispered as I rested my head on his cool chest.
He tightened his arms around me. “I know, my love.”
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I stood with Kyle beside the gates to Lucifer’s castle, my hand in his. I was trying not to cry. I had terribly missed my brother, and now, he was leaving again. I understood it, but it didn’t mean that I had to like it.
Because in all honesty, I really fucking hated it.
I wanted to be a selfish bitch and keep him here with me.
He gently squeezed my hand. “I have to go.” He told me.
I pulled my hand from his and hugged him tightly. “When will you come back?” I asked him.
He wrapped his arms around me, gently squeezing me to him. “As soon as I can.” He promised.
I stepped back from him, stepping right back into the cool, comforting embrace of Lucifer. Kyle smiled at me. “You’re going to be great, Sis.” He bowed to Lucifer. “My king.”
With that, he disappeared. I gripped Lucifer’s forearms in my hands, staring at the place my brother had once been standing. Kyle had promised he would come back as soon as he could, but I had a feeling in my gut that it would be a while before Kyle could come back to see me. I already missed him so much.
“It’s going to be a while, isn’t it?” I quietly asked my king.
Lucifer nuzzled my neck, gently tightening his arms around me. “Yes.” He said quietly. “But he
will come back to you, my queen. Your brother would never lie to you.”
He grabbed my hand in his and led me back up the stone path to the entrance of his castle. We were silent for a few moments before I broke it. “Am I a horrible person?” I abruptly asked Lucifer. He looked down at me. “I fell in love with you – hell, that happened before I ever even laid eyes on your physical form. And I killed my father.” I drew in a deep breath. “I also allowed Cerberus to feed the darker side of me by allowing him to kill others – innocent people.” I rubbed at my chest. “And then I started killing.” I looked up at Lucifer. “Maybe I deserve my mother destroying me. Don’t I deserve punishment for what I’ve done?”
Lucifer’s beautiful features twisted into a demonic snarl as he roared, his wings tearing from his back, ripping his shirt to shreds as his eyes blazed with the fires of Hell. “If you want someone to blame for this shit, blame Father.” He snapped at me. I flinched back from him. “He chose to make one of His own creations suffer to try to get me to change my ways. It is because of Him that you killed your father, that you killed all of those innocent people. He should have known his plan would not work, for I will never lose you or give you up, my queen. I don’t care if I have to destroy humanity myself.”
Cerberus stepped outside at that moment, but my eyes were locked on my beautiful, deadly King of Hell. Lucifer lightly wrapped his hand around my neck – not hurting me – and applied the slightest bit of pressure. I licked my lips, the touch so hot and dominant that it had me desperate for him to claim me.
“You are the one good thing that Hell has to offer to anyone.” He told me. “You bring happiness to our people that they have not had in a long time. Humanity has many pleasures, but all of us here – we have suffered for a long time. If it makes you a monster to want to be with me, someone who will do everything in their power to make you happy – if it makes you a monster to give our people something to look forward to each day besides the tortured screams of souls, then I guess it makes you a monster.”
His lips met mine in a bruising kiss, his hand tightening momentarily on my neck before he loosened his grip again, his tongue sliding with mine. I moaned, so lost in him and his sweet words that I didn’t know my way back out. “But you are my monster, Bela.”
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I dug my talons into the back of his neck and yanked his face down to mine, kissing him, sliding my tongue with his.
A thunderous growl ripped from his chest as his grip tightened on my neck again. I moaned, scraping my talons across his shoulders, tearing his skin open.
“Make me yours,” I begged him.
SIX
LUCIFER
Fuck. My little demon was not waiting a second fucking longer to be claimed. And I was damn tired of denying both her and myself what we both so desperately wanted and needed.
With a growl, I gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted her before I began to stride into the castle. Her lips met mine again, a soft, needy moan crawling up the back of her throat, making my cock throb for her.
Everyone stayed out of my way as I made my way up the stairs to my wing of the castle, my lips continuously working with hers. Her perfect legs were wrapped around my hips, breathless moans and whimpers falling from those perfect lips of hers as I dug my fingers into her ass, yanking her lower body even closer to mine, letting her feel just how hard my dick was for her.
“Lucifer.” She mewled, those fucking talons digging into my shoulder blades. My back rippled, my wings begging to be released at the erotic pain she was inflicting on me.
“Fuck, I know.” I rumbled as I finally pushed open the door to my room, slamming it closed behind me. I wanted to draw out our first time together. I really fucking did, but the need to claim her was pulsing through my body like another entity was inside of me. I knew the moment I had her naked in front of me, I was going to sink inside of her perfect body and mark her back with the replica of my wings. But I couldn’t help it. Foreplay would have to happen another time.
Our souls were forcing us to finally complete the final piece to our bond – to officially mark her as my queen.
As soon as I set Bela on her feet, she quickly pulled my shirt over my head. She ran her hands over my body, her talons roughly raking over my skin as they followed the path her soft hands were taking.
I knew she was a virgin, knew no one had ever been intimate with her before, but I loved that she was losing herself with me – wanted to be one with me so badly that she could barely think past the need pulsing through her veins.
And I intended on fulfilling every little desire she had after we completed our bond.
I gripped the top of her shirt and ripped it open straight down the middle. I didn’t have fucking time to waste to undress her like I normally would – like I would have liked to do. I needed her naked beneath me, screaming my fucking name as I took her body like the fucking monster that I was.
Her bra went next, and those amazing tits shook as she drew in a deep breath, her lips seeking mine out. I roughly cupped one of them, testing its weight in my hand as I kissed her hard and deeply.
She wiggled out of her leggings and panties without needing to be led. I took a step back, watching as my wicked queen bared herself before me. Her eyes nervously met mine, but she stood bravely in front of me with her hands at her sides as she drew in deep, shaky breaths.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
“You are a fucking queen, my little destroyer,” I told her as I let my eyes meet hers again. She swallowed thickly. “Do not be nervous. You’re everything to me. No other person or being could ever amount to the goddess that you are in my eyes.”
Her eyes burned red at my words, her soul dancing in her eyes, begging to be burned by me, begging to be mixed with mine so she and I would finally be joined as one.
And I wasn’t one to disappoint.
I was more than ready to make this queen mine.
I kicked my shoes off and unsnapped my jeans, letting them drop to the floor. I then moved towards her and quickly lifted her, laying her out on our bed. Her chest rapidly rose and fell, her hands reaching for me.
But tonight, she would not be touching me.
Tonight, she would be completely at my mercy.
I stood from the bed. “Stay there and do not move,” I ordered.
She swallowed thickly but nodded her head. I strode towards our closet and pulled down a small, wooden box, opening it up to grab the rope inside. Once I was back beside the bed, I moved over her, letting my lips meet hers. She moaned, her perfect thighs opening to cradle me between them, her hips rising, desperate for me to be inside of her.
Fuck, she was so wet for me already. It made it so damn hard to not just sink inside of her.
But for our bond to be completed, my queen had to be at my mercy, completely trusting me to not hurt her.
“Not yet,” I growled as I pushed her hips back down. She whined in protest but didn’t raise her hips again.
I flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her arms behind her back, tying them together before I spread her legs and pulled her feet up, tying them with her hands.
She trembled, and I could feel her uncertainty through our bond.
“Easy, my little demon.” I soothed as I ran my hand over her back. “For me to claim you, I need you completely at my mercy. Just trust me. I will never do anything to hurt you.” I reminded her. “You’re going to enjoy this, my queen.”
“Okay.” She whispered, her body relaxing for me.
I slid my fingers between her folds, and a thunderous growl ripped from my chest. Despite her uncertainty and her nervousness, she was fucking soaked for me, her pussy dripping, begging for me to bury myself deep inside of her.
I grabbed my cock and lined it up with her slit, easing myself inside of her. Her body was made for me, made to accommodate whatever I gave to her.
And tonight, I planned to give her every bit of me.
Her sharp cry sou
nded through the room, pain slicing through my own body once I ripped through her barrier. I brushed my lips to her back and shoulders, letting my lips brush over her cheek as I waited for her body to relax, to adjust to me. I could feel the pain of her virginity being taken, and fuck if that shit didn’t hurt.
“Just breathe, my love.” I coaxed. “The pain will pass; I promise.”
Once her pain eased and her body relaxed again, I slowly began to move, giving her a moment to get used to the feeling. I was waiting to hear those perfect sounds, the ones that would mean she was dying to have more.
