Raise Hell

by Briana Michaels

  "Don't yank them out," Constantine hobbled over.

  "Your leg is broken," Uriel swayed. "We're never going to make it, are we?"

  "I'm not dying today, motherfucker. And neither are you." Con snapped the two arrows embedded in his chest and did the same to two of the three in Uriel. "That one's going to have to stay where it is until I can make sure it's not buried in something important."

  Great.

  "Where's Gabe?" Uriel looked around the beach and didn't see him.

  "He knows where to find us. Come on."

  "No, we can't go without him," No way was Uriel going to keep running when Gabriel wasn't by his side.

  "He made his choice, Uri."

  "What... no!" But even as he tried to protest, Uriel knew he was wasting his breath. He was in no condition to fight. He could barely fly, for fuck's sake. "Go back with him," he ordered. "I'll go the rest of the way on my own."

  "I won't leave you."

  "I'm leaving you," Uriel started towards the overgrown path. "I need out," he rasped. "I'm done. I can't be a brother anymore. Even if Gabe takes over, I don't think I can do it. I'm not strong enough for this."

  Con's head dropped, "I disagree."

  "Don't care!" Uriel’s eyes stung, "Just go back and help him. If we're meant to survive this, we'll find each other. I'll make my way to Laz and the others.” Or I'll die trying. “You gotta go back to Gabe. Don't leave him alone. He hates being alone."

  “Fuck, Uriel. Please don't make me choose."

  "The choice was made… By me. Now go, motherfucker."

  "But your injuries."

  Uriel ripped the arrow out of his side and tossed it on the ground. "If I'm meant to die, I'm dead already. Get the fuck out of here and help him."

  Con yanked off his satchel and hung it around Uriel's neck, "Give these to Laz, alright? If you don't make it," his voice trembled, "try to destroy them however you can, okay? Michael can't ever get these back."

  Uriel nodded and ignored the fact that there were three Constantines standing in front of him. "I got this. Go."

  Con didn’t budge at first. Without saying a word, he grabbed Uriel’s arm and popped his shoulder back in the socket. Then he held the side of Uriel’s neck and pressed their foreheads together. “This isn’t the end,” he said fiercely.

  Uriel felt Constantine push as much healing energy as possible into him as his parting gift. Something deep inside Uriel cracked and wept. They were both accepting their fate – and were being torn away from each other in the process.

  "I'll see you soon," Con whispered. Resolve masked his face. His wings snapped open and he shoved off the beach, leaving Uriel to make it the rest of the way on his own.

  As Uriel watched his brother disappear into the skies, he sucked in all the air he could, tipped his head back, and screamed for all he was worth.

  Chapter 39

  Deep in the woods, Lucifer tried to calm the fuck down. He hated how Eve had stared at him with her big blue eyes all full of pity. He didn’t want her damn pity. He didn’t know what he wanted, actually.

  Part of him said to keep moving and get as far away from everyone as possible. Another part of him was eager to engage in battle and go after Michael – a little payback for the ways that fucker had mistreated Lucifer would feel nice. Then there was a third part of him that wished he could take Eve away and love her all day and night and tell the entire Universe to fuck off.

  He rubbed his chest. The pain inside his heart was growing stronger and he didn’t know what it meant.

  “Lucy,” Eve’s voice was barely a whisper.

  “Go away,” he said quietly, hoping she wouldn’t obey him. Fuck, he was getting all mixed up. What good was it to have emotions if they jumbled together and confused you?

  His brow pinched together and he shuddered when Eve touched one of his wings. He couldn’t tell if he wanted her to keep going or make her stop.

  “I have a confession,” she said gently. “I am torn,” her fingers trailed down each of his primary feathers. “Part of me wishes we could run away and find a place for just the two of us.”

  His heart hammered in his throat.

  “I’m not allowed to go back to the Purity territory,” she said, “and you’ll never be welcomed in any of the sects here.”

  Eve was right. Lucifer would never be accepted among the Divine. He wanted to be okay with that, and maybe over time he would be, but for now, the truth hurt.

  He cleared his throat, “Where would we even go?”

  “I’m not sure,” she circled around and stood in front of him. Placing her hands on his pecs, Eve rubbed her thumbs over his skin. “I’ve tried to talk with Lazarus about it. I’ve already asked him where we can go, but he refuses to give me an answer. The loon isn’t as forthcoming with his knowledge anymore.”

  “He will only say what has happened, not what is to happen.” Lucifer ran into the same problem earlier with the golden winged Angel. “He says if he tells us a lot of what’s happening in the present or future, it’ll mess up both. He’ll only speak on the past. He said that we are all one decision away from having an entirely different life.”

  Eve’s eyes rounded. “No pressure there.”

  Lucifer half-heartedly chuckled. “It makes sense. If we are to live with free will and instincts, knowing the future will snuff out all our abilities to make choices because we’ll live like our paths are already set and automatically walk in that direction. That will twist our decision making, force us into a box already built by our future selves.”

  She smiled at him, “Well aren’t you a clever Angel. Brains and brawn,” she flicked his nipple.

  He growled, playfully.

  Eve sashayed over to a tree and leaned against it. “Howl for me,” she practically purred.

  No need to ask him twice. Lucifer tipped his head back and let out a howl that carried in all four winds. It felt good, too. Real fucking good. Wolves in the distance echoed his song and he loved how it made Eve smile. “You really do love animals, don’t you?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  Good thing, because she definitely made him feel like one. “Come here,” he loved how Eve obeyed him. “Get on your knees.”

  She folded her wings tight to her back and dropped down. Lucifer sank his fingers into her thick auburn hair and tilted her head so she didn’t break eye contact with him. “You don’t fear me at all?”

  “Why should I, Lucifer?”

  Because he felt like he was turning into a beast right now. The idea that she would give him so much control over her felt frightening and glorious. “I want you again,” he confessed. “Right now. In the dirt, under the moon.”

  Eve licked her bottom lip and didn’t stutter when she said, “Then come and get me.” She dropped down on her hands and knees and practically presented her body like a trophy to him. Her grey wings unfurled to give him access to her back and ass.

  Lucifer walked around, memorizing every inch of her form before he stopped directly behind her. Slamming down on his knees, he gripped her hips tight. Holy Merciful Hounds, the female didn’t quiver with fear at all. Lucifer inhaled her scent and hardened instantly. “You like this,” he smiled.

  “More than I should. Yes.”

  Lucifer ran his finger down her spine and watched her wings flutter. Eve’s scent thickened in the air and her floral fragrance rocked him to the core too. With a steady hand, Lucifer caressed her ass before leaning down to bite her left cheek.

  She whimpered in a good way.

  Delving between her thighs, he found her sex slick and swollen. “Fuck, female…” He sank his finger inside her and Eve rocked back, forcing him to go deeper. “Fuuuuuck” he growled.

  Pulling out, Lucifer licked her cream off his digit and rumbled a hungry growl.

  “This is a sin,” she whimpered. “It must be.”

  Lucifer didn’t know what the fuck sins were, but if this was one of them then he’d become the biggest sinner ever made. It
felt too good and too right to abstain from. He leaned down and licked at her exposed flesh. She quivered again.

  “I want inside you,” he dipped his finger back into her sex and used her cream to wet the head of his cock. Pressing the tip against her opening, he waited for her consent.

  The last thing he wanted was to do something she didn’t want done.

  Eve’s body rocked back again, giving him permission, and Lucifer pushed into her nice and slow. Fuck, how her body was able to take something of his size was incredible. He worked his way into her slowly, enjoying every ounce of pleasure that came with pushing in a little more each time until he was buried, balls deep.

  Her inner walls clamped down on him and he shivered with how good she felt. Taking her from behind like this gave him a glorious view of their joined bodies. “Raise up,” he commanded.

  Eve balanced on her knees and leaned back into him. Lucifer began playing with the feathers on her wings, then he smoothed her hair over one shoulder and bit down lightly on her neck. He listened to every little noise she made, studying her, playing with her. If her breath hitched, he eased his thrusts, if she moaned, he gave her more. This was nothing like their first time. Then, it was all instinct and impulse. Right now, this was about new sensations and curiosity.

  Caging her in by wrapping his arms around her, Lucifer kneaded her breasts and kissed the side of her neck.

  Eve’s pants grew more rapid. His pace quickened. He ran his hands over the top of her wings and stretched his own out as much as he could in this position. Black and grey feathers brushed across each other like light dancing with shadows.

  “Lucy,” she whimpered.

  He could hear her heart beating. Watched her vein pulse rapidly in her neck. The sight drove him fucking wild and he pressed his hand on her back, forcing her to go to her belly. “Spread your legs and wings.”

  He drove into her from this new angle and saw motherfucking stars. They both started grunting like animals. Driving himself as deep as possible, Lucifer wrapped his arm around her middle and put her in another new position.

  How many ways could he take her before exploding his release?

  Luce couldn’t wait to find out.

  “I need to see you,” he pulled out and flipped her over.

  Eve was a writhing mess on the forest floor. Sweat, dirt, and leaves clung to her and tangled into her hair. He liked seeing her dirty like that. Loved that she didn’t mind rolling around in the grass and earth with him.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, Eve.” He slid back into her and pumped slowly. Every bone in his body vibrated and he hoped to keep his fire under control. At this rate, he was in danger of setting the entire realm ablaze.

  “Touch yourself,” he ordered next.

  Eve ran both her hands down her body and cupped her breasts. She sucked in air when Lucifer said, “Pinch them.” Her rosy buds were hard and when Eve did as she was told and pinched her nipples, her gasp was like a choir to his ears.

  He continued to thrust into her slowly, loving how his balls were wet with her cream. He licked his thumb and pressed against the area right above her opening. She’d seemed so enamored with it earlier, he figured he might explore that little nub himself.

  She went buck wild. For a moment, he wished he had a long serpent tongue so he could lick that little bud while he fucked her. Alas, his thumb was going to have to do.

  Eve started clawing the ground, her body arching as her mouth opened to a wild scream.

  “Howl,” he ordered her. “When you come, howl for me.”

  Lucifer’s cock swelled even more and every stroke he made intensified. His pace quickened. Eve sucked in a ragged breath and let out a scream that was part howl, part prayer. He felt her body clamp down on his, milking his cock and coaxing his release to bloom.

  Heat filled him from tongue to toes. His wings snapped open. His thighs flexed and torso hardened. “Again,” he growled. “Come like that again.”

  Desperate to taste her, he pulled out and licked her slit a dozen times, making sure to hit every spot that made her scream his name and then he slammed back into her. Now he wasn’t slow. He was fucking merciless.

  “Howl!” he roared. “Howl for me now!”

  His hips bucked, his balls squeezed, his fingers gouged into the ground and every molecule Lucifer owned exploded as he came inside her. His cock pumped hard and forcefully and he looked down to see their bodies joined again. He’d filled her with so much, it was starting to spill out.

  Eve collapsed on the ground, panting and groaning. He leaned over and swept the hair away from her face so he could kiss her. They both smiled with teeth and high cheeks and glittering eyes. And then they started laughing.

  “I love you,” he said. The words tumbled out of his mouth he had zero expectations of her returning the emotion. He just wanted to say it. He wanted her to know. Reluctantly, Lucifer pulled out and immediately wanted to beg her to let him back in again.

  His cock was still hard. She was still wet. There was no reason they couldn’t go another round, right?

  Eve sat up gracefully, like her body was boneless, and she tucked her wings back a little.

  “Here,” he stood and offered her his hand. “Let me help you stand.” She took his hand and he felt her trembling. Immediately, he became concerned. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  “No, Lucy,” Eve swayed on her feet. “I’m just… goodness, I’m not sure what I am. I feel all loose boned.”

  Lucifer’s smile took up his whole face. “Does that feel good to you?”

  “Definitely,” she nervous-giggled. “Holy Creations, I… I swear I’ve never felt my body feel so alive and sleepy at the same time.”

  Lucifer couldn’t relate. Nothing about him was sleepy. In fact, he was eager and craving more already.

  Eve slowly dropped back down onto her knees, right in front of him. “I like this angle of you,” she purred while looking up at him.

  He grinned and puffed his chest out a little, flexed his wings, too. Then she wrapped her hands around his cock and started sucking on the tip. Luce almost collapsed from the sensation.

  “Fuuuck,” he dove his hand into her hair and started pumping in and out of her mouth. Closing his eyes, he tipped his head back to the moon and relished how she felt taking him with her mouth like this.

  “Lucifer!” a male’s voice yelled from behind him.

  Luce pulled out of Eve’s mouth and turned, ready to protect his female and attack the intruder.

  “Lucifer!” the male’s voice roared again, “Eve! Help me!”

  “That’s Uriel!” Eve sprung to her feet and sprinted towards the voice.

  Lucifer’s bubble of joy popped as reality stabbed it like a spike to his heart.

  Chapter 40

  Fuck him sideways, Gabriel landed smack dab in the middle of an Angel circle. His brothers stepped out from their hidden areas with blades drawn and approached him cautiously.

  "Halt!" someone in the distance yelled out, "Hold your fire!"

  "I don't want to fight you," Gabe announced. In good faith, he sheathed his sword and put his hands in the air. His gaze swung to Rave, "Please. Don't do this."

  As the other brothers put away their weapons, Rave did no such thing. Instead, he glared at Gabriel. "You're part of the reason we're in this damn mess."

  "I haven't done anything."

  "You've lied to us," Rave seethed.

  What the actual fuck? Was Rave trying to play ignorant, or was something wrong with him?

  "I thought we were on the same page," Gabriel said in low tones.

  "You once promised me you'd never abandon the brotherhood."

  "And I mean to keep that promise."

  Rave scoffed, "Then where the fuck are you going, Gabriel?"

  He didn't want to admit that he’d been flying Uriel out of the brotherhood for good. If they learned that one of their own was abandoning the sect, they'd most likely go after him, and it would put Con
and Gabe in a bad position, too.

  If it came down to choosing a side, Gabriel knew which one he’d pick. And, he had a feeling he knew which Constantine would pick as well. Before another word was spoken, Constantine broke though the sky and landed with an easy glide to the ground. Blood was smeared over much of his body from helping Uriel - but no one else knew who that blood belonged to.

  "Where's Uri?" asked another brother.

  "Gone," Con frowned. "I tried to save him, but... he's gone from us."

  “Did you kill him?” asked another Angel.

  Con’s eyebrows slammed together and his eyes flashed with hurt, “No. Never.”

  Gabriel's heart fell out of his ass. Uriel was gone. He didn’t survive. The way Con looked right now, it had to be the truth...

  Fuck, if Uriel died... If he… Shit.

  "Why did you attempt to shoot us down?" Constantine's rarely seen anger flared up. "It's your fucking fault Uriel died," he throat-punched Rave and sent the Angel stumbling back.

  Gabriel's fear trickled down his spine. Holy mother of Angels, Uriel was really dead. These assholes shot and killed him. Locking his grief down for now, Gabriel grabbed another emotion – fury. "This must come to an end," he growled. "Now."

  "We didn't know it was Uriel," Ravee said. "We only saw blood and wings."

  “Yeah… white wings,” Gabriel growled low as he eyed each Angel with a deadly glare. "You shot blindly into the sky and risked killing one of your own before verifying who it was?" He grabbed Rave by the neck. Within three seconds, every Angel drew their weapons and aimed the pointy ends at Gabriel.

  Rave didn't blink, nor did he show any remorse when he replied, "I've told my warriors to shoot anything that looks like a threat."

  "A bleeding Angel looks like a threat to you?"

  Rave's gaze fell upon Gabriel's wings. "If you saw what Michael did to the others, you'd have loosed those arrows too. I'd rather strike first and ask questions later."

  Constantine put his hand on Gabriel's shoulder. "Let him go."