Semiramis Series Box Set

by Maya Daniels

  I should’ve thought of that before we were naked.

  Without warning, he grabs my arm and pulls me into a kiss. As soon as we touch skin to skin, all thoughts fly from my head and only lust floods my veins like a hurricane.

  Chapter 38

  Lucifer…

  I try to not move and let her take me in. I have always had pride, but never in the way I looked. Seeing her eyes swirl with lust and her breath come out in little pants when she gapes at my naked body makes me want to howl; my chest bursts with pride. I know she likes what she sees, and for the first time it’s unguarded. Clenching my fists at my sides, my cock jerks at her appraisal. Her eyes snap to my face, and I grimace. This is harder than any battle I have ever participated in. Seeing her smirk snaps my control and I do my best not to smile. She takes a step back, a panicked look in her eyes, and it throws control out the window. Grabbing her arm, I feast on her mouth.

  Husky moans come from her, driving me insane, and I devour her. I am making noises I never knew I was capable of, but I cannot think of that now. She said she was mine once, and I’ll make her understand how true that is now. Pushing her backwards with my body, I press her between the barrier and myself. I lift her and she wraps her long legs around my hips, leaving my hands free to roam. Leaving her mouth, I trail kisses down her neck, and she moves her head to the side, giving me more room. I smile against her skin. I do not think she understands how trusting this position is, leaving her neck bared to me. How submissive it makes her to me. I have no intention of telling her. Not until I’m done. My chest hurts from the emotions she stirs in my heart.

  Stepping back a little, I leave only her shoulders leaning on the barrier, which causes her body to arch towards me and brings her breasts towards my waiting mouth. I latch onto her pebbled nipple and she grabs the back of my head, holding me there. I lash her nipple with my tongue relentlessly until she is so wild with need that she releases a desperate sound from deep in her throat. My cock pulses between us, but I still have other plans first. She wiggles, trying to get it where she needs it. I slap her butt cheek to make her stop. She gasps and jerks her head up, her eyes wide.

  “You didn’t just spank me.” She growls at me, and I grin at her.

  To prove a point, I do it again on her other butt cheek and push two fingers inside her simultaneously. A gasp and a loud moan come from her at the same time, and she gushes her juices all over my hand. It makes me groan painfully and pre-cum beads on the tip of my cock.

  “I think you like it, witch.” I smirk at her and latch onto her other nipple, biting it gently and lashing it with my tongue.

  The woman in my arms goes wild. I am caught so off-guard that it takes me a second to realize what she is doing. One second I am knuckles deep in her, sucking on her nipple, and the next I am on the ground on my back, and as I attempt to raise my head to see what has happened, my cock is engulfed in the cavern of a warm mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

  She pushes her pursed lips over the head and, as it enters her mouth, she sucks it in as far as it will go. Curses pass my lips. I reach for her head to pull her away, but she swats my hands away.

  “Ah, ah, ah … bad angel. No touching! It’s my turn now,” she purrs, nipping gently on the underside and making me jerk in her hand.

  “You will be the death of me,” I tell her, fighting for breath.

  “That’s the plan,” is all she says before sucking me into her mouth and all the way into her throat. I see stars.

  My hips jerk involuntarily, and I look sharply at her, worried I might hurt her. Locking eyes with me with a mischievous sparkle in them, she doesn’t look away as I watch myself disappear and pop out from her mouth. It’s so hot seeing her like this, her hair falling like a curtain all over my thighs and hips and my cock in her mouth. A loud moan passes my lips, and she slowly lifts and releases me with another pop. While she hauls herself up, she reaches below and massages my balls in her palm, making me shudder. Without missing a beat, she crawls on top of me, and before I have a chance to reach for her, she kisses me and I lose my train of thought.

  Pulling away from me, she swipes her hair over her shoulder and smiles. Panting, I grin back before I realize what she’s planning. My entire world stops when she lifts herself up and slams down, taking me inside her, balls deep in one go. It’s almost painful how tight we fit and I grab her hips, holding her still so she doesn’t hurt herself. It takes everything in me not to start pounding into her, but I need to make sure she is okay first. My hands shake where they grip her hips, and I watch her above me. Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed and her breasts trembling. Her legs squeeze my hips tight as she grinds her pelvis on mine. My balls squeeze painfully tight, ready to burst. It is the most erotic sight I have ever seen. It takes my breath away, and all I can do is stare.

  She glances down at me and smiles. It is so open, innocent, and vulnerable that it makes my throat tight. I swallow the lump that forms there. Then she moved and I forget even my own name. Placing both palms flat on my chest, she rides me with abandon. Placing both my feet flat on the ground and lifting my knees, I raise my hips to meet her. She’s like rubber in my hands, writhing on me, twisting and turning. It’s getting difficult to keep pace. Not being able to stay under her any longer I wrap my arm around her waist and flip us over.

  Grabbing onto her breast with one hand and her hip with the other, I pound into her so hard I have to move one hand to hold on to her shoulder so I don’t push her away from me. She doesn’t mind wrapping one leg around my hips while holding onto my forearm with her hand. Her body lifts and falls, matching mine, and the sounds coming from us both could wake the dead. I do not care. Slight tremors in the walls wrapped around my cock tighten my passage and I know she is close. I am grateful, because I do not think I can last much longer, either.

  “Come for me, my love, I want your channel milking me,” I growl through my teeth, not slowing my rhythm.

  I can tell she wants to, but she needs something to push her over the edge. Her magick is swirling around us out of control, mingling with my power, entwining just like our bodies are. It’s a magnificent feeling I have never experienced before. She draws her hand up and rakes her nails over my chest and abdomen, making me crazy. Without warning her, I pull out, flip her over, and slam back inside her in one breath. She turns her head and peers at me over her shoulder, her hair wild and a lustful smile on her face. Her eyes glow brightly and I double my efforts, holding onto her hips with both hands. She raises her body off her hands, twisting up and bending backwards as she wraps her arms over her head and around my neck. I glide my hand from her hip and circle it around her throat. Without my control, my other hand slaps her hard on the butt. That is all it takes. She falls apart in my arms, a loud scream bursting from her lips, and her walls grip me tight, sucking me in like she will never let me out of her. I don’t ever want to be out of her. With that last thought, my orgasm hits me so hard I roar her name, spending my soul inside her with my seed. It takes long moments for both our bodies to stop shaking. Something is happening with our powers, too. It’s very subtle, but I can sense it. Like they are melding together, becoming one. I do not mind, so I let it be.

  Breathing hard, I lean my forehead between her shoulder blades, trying to catch my breath.

  “You think Jezzinta heard us?” Alexia asks, her voice hoarse.

  “I do not think there is a living being in this realm that didn’t.” I chuckle weakly and kiss her back. “I do love you, you know,” I add softly.

  She stiffens in my arms at first but after a heartbeat she relaxes, sighing deeply.

  “I know.”

  I do not speak. I will not ever push her to say something she is not yet ready to say, but my chest hurts at her silence. I am a foolish male. I do not need her to say the words. I feel them with every curl of her lips and her every action. When she can admit it to herself …

  “I love you, too.”

  Her voice is barely a
bove a whisper, but it hits me in the center of the chest like a punch and halts my thought process. I stare at the back of her head, stupefied. Feeling her tense in my arms propels me to open my mouth.

  “Thank you.” I hug her to me as if she’ll try to escape while I’m still inside her.

  “Don’t thank me, Lucifer. I’m not sure it’s a good thing. Everyone I love is taken from me,” she says, her voice breaking.

  “You will not be rid of me that easily, I promise you. You are part of me, my love. Where you go, I go. You must know this to be true.”

  “Are you sure?” The doubt in her voice breaks my heart.

  “I have never been surer about anything in my immortal life, Alexia,” I tell her simply, kissing her neck, and she starts moving away.

  “Where do you think you are going?” I growl at her, tightening my arms around her.

  “Oh, dear goddess. You’re still hard.” She gasps, turning to look at me over her shoulder.

  “I am immortal, my love. It comes with perks.” I smirk at her, slowly moving in and out of her and making her moan. “I haven’t even started with you. It will be a long night,” I mumble in her hair.

  Chapter 39

  Alexia…

  I can’t remember the last time I’ve slept this good. Every muscle in my body feels relaxed and I stretch like a cat on Sunday morning, pointing my toes down and lifting my arms over my head. Well, I try to lift them, I should say. There is a pleasant soreness between my thighs that makes me pause. My eyes snap open when everything from before I passed out after orgasm number I don’t remember comes rushing back. My face burns when I remember everything we did. I have no idea what possessed me, but I acted like some sex goddess had possessed my body and mind. The things I did and said to Lucifer have me mortified now. I wonder if there’s any way I can get away so I don’t have to look him in the eye.

  A deep, groggy moan sounds behind me and an arm sneaks around my waist, pulling me flush to a very-naked Lucifer with my back pressed to his front and his erection nestled between my ass cheeks. My face is so hot, I bet I can fry an egg on it, and when he moves more alertly, I close my eyes and play possum. Don’t judge me. Anyone would if they’d been acting like a nympho for hours … and hours. I groan and his arm tightens around me. He buries his face in my neck, not bothered one bit by my hair. When he inhales deeply, I stiffen.

  “I can die a happy male if I wake up to this every morning,” he mumbles, his hand gliding slowly from my waist to cup my breast.

  Like something bit me, I jump, waving my arms and legs, trying to untangle myself and stand. Lucifer groans painfully. This propels him into action, too, making him jump and turn as if looking for the threat. I realize two things at once. First is the obvious: Lucifer has an amazing ass that makes my fingers twitch to grab it. Pathetic, I know. Second is the reason he groans in pain: I am lying on his wing.

  My heart squeezes in my chest because as uncomfortable as it had to have been all night, he still let me sleep on it. I forget all about my behavior and my embarrassment in this moment as I go to him, throw my arms around his neck and bury my head in his chest.

  “Thank you,” I mumble, giving him a kiss between his pecs.

  He wraps his arms around me straight away and his wings, too, but he is still looking around, confused, trying to figure out what has gotten into me.

  “Sorry, there is no threat. I just felt embarrassed when I remembered everything we did and I tried to get away from you.” I talk to his chest, unable to look at his face.

  Strong fingers curl under my chin, raising my face up towards his, and the moron that I am, I look at his nose so I don’t have to meet his eyes.

  “Do you regret it?” he asks softly and I hear the heart thundering in his chest.

  “No, I can’t say I do, no matter how much I want to,” I tell him honestly, still staring at his nose. He chuckles, releasing a breath.

  “Look at me, my love.”

  “I am looking at you.”

  “Alexia …” There is a warning in his voice, and I finally lock my eyes with his.

  A lump forms in my throat and I swallow soundly to dislodge it. His ancient eyes sparkle like I have never seen them do before. It is always unnerving to lock eyes with him because it is like he can see into my very soul, but now I’m simply lost in them. It’s like he calls to some part of me that has found a home in him, and that one look makes all the wrongs in my life right. I can almost hear the click inside me that pushes some broken part back into place. It makes it easier to breathe. As much as it freaks me out, it feels right. I also know this is not something I can fight, no matter how shitless scared I am. There are higher forces at play here, and if I try fight them I will definitely lose. I’m not sure I’m willing to deal with the consequences of that. I don’t even want to try.

  “Do you see the truth in my eyes?” He breaks the silence.

  “I see it. I see you,” I tell him breathlessly

  “I see you, too, Alexia, and I love everything I see.” He kisses me gently, just a press of lips before pulling back.

  “Let us see if the storm is over,” he says, handing me back my dress with one hand and dangling my ripped panties on one finger of the other, looking all apologetic and shit. I snort.

  “Don’t act like you regret ripping them,” I tell him, grabbing the dress and pulling it over my head.

  “I cannot say I do, as much as I want to,” He throws my words back at me and grins while picking his pants up and tucking my panties in his pocket. His trophy, no doubt.

  “Men,” I mumble, looking for my sneakers and finding them—one in each corner of our domed barrier. He laughs, a deep beautiful sound that makes me smile at him.

  “Ready to see what’s going on outside? I really want to make sure Jez is okay,” I tell him, my hands already raised and ready to lower the dome. He pulls his t-shirt over his head and nods, leaving it halfway down his torso, his stomach still visible. My eyes go there involuntarily.

  “Later you can look as much as you want, my love. Let us check on the witch, shall we?” He gives me a satisfied male smirk, and I stick my tongue out at him, making him chuckle and shake his head.

  I like this—not having the tension between us. It feels nice and natural. It makes me wonder why I fought it for so long. I lower the barrier slowly. No winds meet us when we stand out in the open. I turn towards the little cave Jezzinta made to see if it’s still standing and I’m greeted by a pissed-off witch with her hands on her hips as she glares at me.

  “Hi, Jez,” I say lamely.

  “Oh, hi, Sap. I’m so very glad you remembered me,” she says tartly.

  “Oh, come on! I just woke up and we did lower the barrier to check on you,” I tell her, frowning.

  “Of course you just woke up. I just woke up not long ago, too. And you know what? It wasn’t the wind keeping me awake,” she growls at me. Turning to the angel, she says, “What were you doing to her? Torture her? I’ve never heard anyone scream that much for that long.” She glares at Lucifer, who is grinning from ear to ear at her, unfazed.

  “Oi! He was screaming, too,” I point out, my face burning all over again.

  “Don’t I bloody know it,” she mumbles, sighing. “Sorry, sap. It’s not your fault. I’m just cranky because I didn’t sleep much listening to you two. Although I am glad you finally fucked each other’s brains out and I don’t have to deal with the tension. It was getting to be a bit too much for me, to be honest.” She ends her venting with such an innocent look on her face that I burst out laughing. She giggles and Lucifer chuckles at us, shaking his head.

  She jumps at me and I hug her tight. We just hold each other for a minute like that, and I fight very hard with myself not to let my mind go to why the rest are not here with us. I’m still not ready to deal with that.

  “Shall we go?” Lucifer asks.

  “Do we even know where we’re going? I mean, the potions decided to open a portal and we walked through it lik
e dumbasses. What if it’s a trap?” I voice my fears, pointing at Jezzinta with my eyes. Lucifer frowns as if the thought never occurred to him.

  “Well, we can start moving forward. It’s not like Anzu is an ant and we might miss him. I have a feeling he’ll find us sooner than we find him,” Jezzinta says and starts sliding and stabbing her feet in the sand.

  We follow behind her and Lucifer takes my hand, interlacing our fingers. The angel is very touchy-feely. It makes me wonder if he is as touch-starved as I was, or as I am, I should say. It makes me feel all warm inside that he does this, always touching me as if he can’t help himself. Smiling at him, I squeeze his hand and his eyes sparkle again. We walk for a long time, talking about nonsense, and after a while we all fall quiet. This stupid realm is all desert and it looks like we are turning in place. At least there are no more winds, so we should be grateful. After maybe another hour we slow down, practically dragging our feet in the sand—not like it was easy before with our feet sinking in it.

  “I’m thirsty.” Jezzinta pants, bending down and placing her hands on her knees.

  “Let me try,” I mumble more to myself then her.

  Concentrating as much as I can from the exhaustion and the heat, I try to collect as much water from the dryness around me as I can. After cupping my hands, I realize they still have flakes of Remi’s blood on them. My heart drops to my feet.

  “Here, I’ll hold it.” Jezzinta pushes my hands away roughly in an attempt to stop me from breaking down. I give her a grateful look and close my eyes, trying again.