by Eve Langlais
He hummed his appreciation against me as he lapped. Each firm lick of his tongue heightened my pleasure, increased my need.
Until I moaned his name. “Shax.” I held out my arms for him, and he came for me.
His lips found mine, the taste of me on them. He kissed me as the head of his shaft found the softness between my legs.
He pushed in as I grabbed his shoulders and dug in my nails. My head fell back, and my lips parted as he sheathed himself in me. Long and thick. Just the way I wanted him.
As he began to move inside me, I clung to him, loving the weight of him, the sheer maleness. “I love you,” I whispered against the pulse in his neck.
He found my mouth for a torrid kiss as he thrust into me, finding that sweet spot inside. He hit it. Over and over. Could he feel how tight I’d gotten around him?
Because I could sure feel how he pulsed inside me. And when he came?
The hard spasm caused me to ripple, as well. My orgasm hit. Intense and bright. A perfect moment of joining.
And someone just had to ruin it.
9
Shax: No book can compare to real life.
“Ha, I found you a love match. I knew he was perfect for you. Booyah!” Lucifer fist-pumped at the foot of the bed, earning a glare from me.
Dottie flung an arm over her eyes and groaned. “I will never hear the end of this.”
“End of what? The fact that I’m always right? And I know how to matchmake? Who’s better than that little fucker Cupid? Me. That’s right.” Lucifer did a little dance, and I hid my eyes.
The audience got bigger as Gaia appeared. “Really, Luc? Must you gloat?”
“Fucking right, I need to gloat,” gloated the devil. “The bet was if I won, you’d make me a sandwich.”
That made me remove my arm from my face. “Why do you want her to make you a sandwich? You have a cook.”
“She knows why.” Lucifer winked at Gaia.
Mother Nature tittered so hard, a shower of ladybugs shook out of her gown. The odd lump on the front of her moved. A baby’s face peeked out of the fabric draped over her torso.
“Ma?”
Gaia’s face softened as she glanced at the baby. “We might have to wait until later. The nannies are all still recovering.”
“Nef is available!” Lucifer offered with a wide grin.
Mother Nature narrowed her gaze on Dottie and me. “Why bother that old sorceress when we have two perfectly suitable babysitters right here. They don’t mind, I’m sure.” Gaia’s smile was pure evil.
The devil had never looked hornier.
And I’d never wanted to cry more than when a baby landed on the bed between my witch and me.
“See you in a few hours. Maybe.” Lucifer curled his arm around his wife, and they were gone.
Dottie eyed me over the child’s head and mouthed, “I love you.”
I kind of wanted to jump off the ship to cool my ardor, but I winked. “I love you, too. Wanna help me teach the baby to hogtie his daddy?”
One never knew when that might come in handy. After all, the kid was the Son of Perdition.
The following day as we packed and prepared to depart, Dottie rummaged in her purse, armpit deep, mumbling, “I know it’s in here somewhere.”
She pulled out a wallet. A tiny thing barely large enough for a credit card. “I found it.”
“Found what?”
“My passport. Didn’t you say something about traveling?” She retrieved a battered booklet that had obviously been around and waved it.
“You name a place, and we’ll go.”
“I will right after you take care of this.” She rummaged in the purse some more before pulling out a chunk of stone, jagged on one side but smooth on the other three.
“What is that?”
“As if you can’t guess,” she teased, handing it over.
I stared at the broken tablet, the writing etched into it. “Is that the prophecy? But you said you didn’t have it.”
She smiled at me. “I never said I didn’t find it. Everyone assumed I hadn’t since I didn’t give it to Lucifer.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“For one, it’s incomplete.”
I glanced at the broken tablet, and my brow furrowed as I did my best to translate. What I read didn’t appear good. “Probably a good thing you didn’t show the big boss.”
“Exactly my thought. And I don’t think a certain goddess should see this either,” Dottie added.
“What do you want me to do with it?”
“Hide it.”
She didn’t mention destroying it, which I appreciated. All knowledge should be protected.
“I know just the place, but it will be tough getting there.”
“I’m not afraid of danger.”
I drew her close. “What if I told you that what we’re about to do makes you an honorary librarian? And did you know I have a fantasy about that?”
“You do?” she said, her voice dropping down to a husky whisper.
I bit her lower lip and said, “I don’t suppose you have a pair of glasses in that bag?”
She did. And the whole librarian thing was even better in person.
Epilogue
Shax and Dottie: A story of second chances.
Our story didn’t end the day we declared our love, it only began. Together, we were going to fill the pages of our lives. Embark on a journey, two perfectly matched—
“Whoa, Mr. Fancy Pants. This is some tripe. Where’s the action?” Dottie stopped reading to shake the sheaf of paper at Shax.
“I’m getting there. First, I need to set the scene.”
“I’ve got a scene for you. The head librarian, a handsome man with a lickable body, hears a giggle from between the stacks. A man of action, he pulls out his mighty lasso and races to find the invader. The lovely sea witch he finds cowering—”
“Cowering?” he interrupted. “Let’s be honest. You never cower.”
Dottie’s lips curved. “True. Very well, the gorgeous witch is waiting for him, beckoning. But he knows she is dangerous.”
“So dangerous,” Shax murmured pulling his witch close. “Which is why he loves her.”
“And saves her from the goblin. EEK!” Dorothy darted out of reach just as the green ball of slime flew past.
Shax sighed and eyed the cock-blocking goblins. “You did not seriously do that.”
“Kill it!” she screamed, standing on top of a table because that would make a difference.
“It’s only a goblin.”
“I wasn’t talking about the goblin. I was talking about that!” She pointed to a place behind him.
Shax eyed the tree comprised of paper mache with branches made up of tightly rolled paper, lumbering toward them.
Every so often, the arts and crafts section went rogue and sent out monstrous creations.
Shax smiled. “Welcome to Hell’s library.” Where literature truly came to life.
The ship made it to port with most of the passengers it had left with. Adexios was shocked. The crew high-fived. No one noticed the shadow on the hull.
A thing accidentally brought back when a certain witch had brazenly used a living creature to scry. The rip in space and time proved large enough to let it through.
It was a small enough shadow that everyone ignored it. A good thing with it so weak.
It would hide until it had a chance to grow.
And then…every shadow wants to rule the world.
Lucifer put the prophecy from Atlantis into the vault. No one would ever see it. Ever. Even Shax and Dorothy never even suspected it existed because he’d had them looking elsewhere.
No one could ever know about this possible future. He didn’t dare tell even Gaia. Not now. Not ever.
A sound from the carpet where he’d placed his son brought him closer, forming a shadow over the wiggly bundle. Big eyes with hints of flame in the irises peered back.
Damian reached, two chubby arms an
d an eager expression even the devil couldn’t resist. He scooped the child up.
The baby patted Lucifer’s cheeks. “Da ‘kay?”
“Yes, Daddy is okay. Weren’t you watching? That cruise was a new record for me.” He’d matched thirteen couples on that trip. The most ever. “A good thing because he needed his minions reproducing. The legions would need more recruits before the prophecies began to play out.
Before the most important one came true.
“Ma?” Damian queried.
Lucifer sighed. “Your mum will be fine.” Not a complete lie. Nothing would happen quite yet. But the ball had been set into motion.
Lucifer had accidentally impregnated Gaia. With a girl who, according to the prophecy, would become the new Mother Earth. But Gaia was too intricately wound around the planet to ever abdicate. Which meant the child she carried might one day kill her.
Lucifer loved his wife, but he’d always had a soft spot for baby girls.
And prophecies promising destruction.
Will the Sushi Lover embark on another cruise? What is that shadow planning? And how will Muriel handle not being Daddy’s baby girl anymore? Find out soon as Welcome to Hell spins off into a new, exciting series: GRIM DATING.
Death has never been sexier.
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