“Why?”
“I need you.” He swept her hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck. “I’ll never not need you.”
“You have a terrible way of showing it.”
“Do I?” he kissed her nape and sparks flew out of Eve’s heart.
“You keep holding back.”
“I’m trying to not break you.”
“I’m broken already,” she confessed. “You can’t do more damage to me than I’ve already done to myself.” She turned around and faced Lucifer head on. “Either fuck me or let me go.”
His gaze grew cold. He stepped away. The spell was broken. “Is that all you want? A fuck from the Devil?”
“I want us the way we were.”
“We’re never going to be the way we were.” He turned and walked off.
Eve’s legs gave out and she dropped to the floor. Seeing his bare back had been the last straw for her. This whole time, she was able to pretend Lucifer’s wings were tucked away or magicked into invisibility. But… the bareness of his back was undeniable. The shriveled, puckered flesh where his bones once protruded were all that remained of Divinity’s finest wings.
We’re never going to be the way we were. Lucifer was right about that. She had evolved into a weapon and he’d evolved into a—
Eve shook her head. None of it mattered now. Their bodies adapted so they could survive their environments. Same for everyone. Everything.
“I’ve never stopped loving you, Eve.” He paced around his room - naked, hard, and barefooted. “And the thought of hurting you just for a moment of pleasure isn’t something I’m willing to do.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“I can’t control myself,” he deadpanned. “I can’t… fuck I can’t…” wiping his face with both hands he cursed in low tones. “Just call one of the others in. Have them instead.”
“Fuck you, Lucifer.” She stormed over and slapped him so hard in the face, her hand actually hurt.
He wiped his split open cheek and looked at the blood staining his fingers. “Don’t. Push. Me.”
“What’s the matter, Lucy?” Eve didn’t push him, she shoved him with all her might. “Does the idea of one of my other mates fucking me piss you off or turn you on?” she shoved him again. “Huh?” she shoved him again. “Answer me!”
“YES!” he roared. “YES, DAMN YOU!”
He pinned her arms down and snarled, “Do not do this to me,” his voice cracked. “Don’t make me get this way.”
It clicked then. What he was really afraid of. What he was showing mercy about.
“Unleash it,” she whispered, no longer trying to fight him. “You want to assert dominance. Do it. You want to let yourself go, reinforce the locks on the doors and have at it. You can’t hurt me.”
Lucifer’s chest swelled as he tried to suck in breaths. Each one sounded raspier than the last.
“Do it, Lucy.”
“Can’t… might… hurt you…”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eve stormed away and snatched a knife from his stash he kept under his bed – because yes, she’d snooped and found it earlier. Getting the biggest, ugliest, scariest blade of the bunch, she gripped it firmly, “You can’t fucking hurt me.”
Lucifer eyes widened and he reached forward, “NO!” he screamed just as she sliced her neck wide open.
Blood gushed, spraying the floor and Lucifer. Eve’s knees buckled and she dropped like a bag of bricks. Lucifer gathered her in his arms and she feebly batted him away. Her neck healed slowly and smoothly. The blood in her body replenishing fast.
Within seconds, it was like it had never happened. Well, except for the blood all over the floor. Nothing bleach and some towels couldn’t clean up though.
“Now you try,” she handed him the blade. “Go ahead.”
“I’m not stabbing you,” he was too busy checking her closed up neck. “Holy fucking shit. How’s that possible? Did Constantine give you that power?”
“I have no idea,” she said. “The more times I’ve tried to die, the faster I heal. It’s incredibly frustrating.”
Lucifer slumped, “Holy Divine,” he whispered. “I can’t fucking believe this.”
She closed his hand around the hilt of the blade, “You try,” she urged again. “See for yourself. You can’t hurt me, Lucy.”
It went against his nature to inflict pain on someone he loved. She knew that. The protectiveness he had in spades was going to fight this. “Be curious for once,” she teased. “I’ll let you know if it hurts. Trust me.”
He pushed the blade against her forearm and might as well have tried to cut lead with a plastic knife. Nothing happened. “How the fuck are you doing this, Eve?”
“No idea. I can inflict wounds on myself, but nothing else really does so long as my guard is up. And it has to be pretty big to do any damage. Like the horse the other day.”
He dropped the knife and ran his fingers along her skin, “I feel like you should be hard as granite, not soft as silk.”
“My feathers are just as strong,” she explained. “Each can turn into razor blades and jut out like spikes when I’m in defense mode, but they can also form a solid shield that’s bullet and fire proof. As far as I know, no other Angel has that capability.”
Lucifer looked at her in a very different way now. It made her smile with pride. She was a warrior. A survivor. A fierce female who worked lifetimes to achieve her level of badassery. “See? No worries. You can’t physically hurt me, Lucifer.” But he could still crush her heart and destroy her soul.
“I can’t believe how strong you’ve become.”
“Will you unleash yourself now, 666?”
His lips peeled back into a snarl when she said his number. If he thought it would intimidate her, he was going about it all wrong. She loved his snarls. She loved his beast. She loved everything about him. All because they’d changed didn’t mean her heart was any different. But if Lucifer still hated being an animal, then he hadn’t accepted himself. Did that mean he wouldn’t accept Eve the way she was now, either?
“Sometimes we become what is necessary to survive, Lucifer.”
“Survive what?”
“Each other.”
Chapter 31
Lucifer tensed. “You really want me to unleash myself?”
“Absolutely,” she said with conviction. “I wish that for all of you.”
The female was playing with fire. Lucifer snapped his fingers and the spell locking the door faded. One-by-one, his brothers stepped inside the room and Lucifer watched Eve’s expression. She looked equal parts thrilled and terrified.
“Damn,” Uriel practically purred. “What did you do to her, Luce?”
“Cranked her up as high as her lust could go and didn’t let her drop.” Honestly, it killed him to do it. All he wanted was to lay her down and worship her over and over until she was spent and unconscious from coming too hard. But that wasn’t going to be enough. Not for him. Not for Hell. Not for the pack.
Gabriel’s jaw was set in a firm clench as he closed the door behind him. Constantine, like always, was dead quiet with his eyes cast to the floor.
Eve rolled her shoulders back and rose to her full height. She tried to look dominant but was too flustered and they all knew it. Being a needy, hot mess right now only added to her beauty and Lucifer absolutely adored it.
“What is this?” she huffed.
“Exactly what you wanted. All or none, isn’t that your rule?” Lucifer felt delighted when she blushed. He tipped her chin with his finger, “Are you okay with that?”
It was her decision. If she said no, they’d try some other way to make this work. Even if she said yes, they were still going to have to be careful this first time.
So much power in a closed space, and most of it unstable, was a big fucking risk.
It was also the only option they really had.
Damn, what he wouldn’t give for things to be different.
“What say you, Eve?”
Standing before her, bare, vulnerable, unsteady and wingless, Lucifer never felt more ashamed or alive in his life.
“Yes,” she nearly moaned. “Hell yes.”
Lucifer placed a simple kiss on her mouth. Anymore and he’d explode before they started. “Thank you,” he purred against her lips. His eyes lingered on her mouth as he said, “She says stop, we stop. Gabriel, make sure the chains are reinforced.”
Eve’s eyes widened with excitement. “Are the chains for me?”
Lucifer didn’t respond. He only stared at her, letting his hot gaze sail over her as he watched her body respond to his magic.
“Ohhh, grab the belt, too!” she said to whoever would listen.
Lucifer chuckled lightly. “Fuck, Eve,” he ran his thumb across her bottom lip and she nipped him playfully. “You really are a wild one.”
Gabriel marched over and yanked the chains to make sure they were still solid. Uriel grabbed the belt and handed it over to Lucifer. He cracked it once to tease her.
“Maybe next time,” Luce tossed it behind his shoulder with a shit-eating grin. Eve wanted to dominate her males. They could all see how bad she wanted to try, but she had a long way to go before that was going to happen. They all did.
All. Or. None.
“You want us on our knees for you, you’ll have to own us first. Right now, you barely own yourself.”
Eve licked her lips. “I… wait, what?”
“Relax,” Lucifer purred against the shell of her ear. “Let your wings fold.”
He pushed a little bit of energy into her and Eve melted like butter in the sun. At Lucifer’s signal, Uriel helped him roll and fold Eve’s wings to make them as small as possible. He waited for her fear to kick in, but so far, she was holding strong.
She trusted them completely… even after all this time.
“What are you doing?” she was nearly breathless with arousal.
“Taking safety measures,” Lucifer nibbled her ear and started working his way around her front while Constantine took over on the tuck-and-fold of her wings with Uriel. “Don’t want to break them.”
“They can’t…oh god,” she groaned when Lucifer suckled on her breast and rolled his hot tongue over her sensitive flesh. “Fuck… they can’t… mmph, they can’t break.”
Lucifer pulled back and blew air across one of her pebbled nipples and pinched the other at the same time.
“Oh God,” Eve whimpered. “Why does this feel so different?”
He didn’t respond because the answer didn’t matter. Lucifer flicked his gaze to Gabriel and jerked his head, inviting Gabe to join the reunion. They sandwiched Eve while Constantine and Uriel held her arms out so she couldn’t touch any of them.
“We’re going to mark you,” Lucifer warned. “You okay with that?”
Eve’s head bobbed up and down. Cheeks flushed, she was panting hard and soaked between her thighs - he almost felt bad for her. The tigress she was an hour ago, riding his face and getting all furious and bossy with him, was now a puddle of molten lust incapable of speech.
He hoped she fought back a little. Asserted some dominance somehow. Otherwise….
Constantine was the first to use the spelled ink. He carved his mark on Eve, the sharp tip of the needle penetrating her skin with ease. Blood welled and mixed with the ink but Eve didn’t even seem to notice. She was too far gone in ecstasy with the sensations and scents of her mates.
Whether she had a high pain tolerance or not, she had to feel something. This kind of power exchange, this brand of magic, it was fucking excruciating. Lucifer planned to mask as much agony as he could and replace it with pleasure and adrenaline.
He kissed her again, his tongue snaking into her mouth and coaxing another wave of desire to crash down on her.
Eve’s groans were deep, soulful, guttural noises he gladly ate up.
Constantine finished inking his mark and handed the tool over to Uriel next. Then Constantine licked the blood away from her arm and healed her superficial wounds. She gasped when his mouth teased the sensitive skin in the crook of her elbow. Her heavy-lidded eyes cast down on Con while he remained on his knees, worshiping her in small, sensitive, simple ways.
“Eyes on me,” Lucifer dipped his hand between her thighs. His fingers found her slick and swollen - just how he wanted her. Sliding his finger inside her, Luce coaxed Eve back to that cliff he was hellbent on suspending her over. This time, he wouldn’t let her suffer.
That had been cruel of him before. And a petty little payback for denying his brothers for so long.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Faster.”
Gabriel’s hand slid up her throat and he tilted her neck back. “You don’t get to give orders just yet.”
Lucifer hooked his finger and hit her g-spot. The effect was spectacular. He felt her walls quiver and tighten. Relentless in his pursuit to make her unravel, he invoked every ounce of desire she possessed and worked her open, made her coil, forced her to tighten, and loved every goddamn second of building Eve’s climax to the point they both might combust.
Then. She. Detonated.
Eve squirted all over him, creating a puddle of lust and pleasure on the floor.
While she orgasmed, Gabriel swallowed her cries of ecstasy and when her knees buckled, he braced her weight, forcing her to stay upright.
God… damn. Having a woman come undone from just a finger, a well-placed touch, a well-timed kiss – it was motherfucking heaven.
This overwhelming level of seduction could only be done with absolute trust on her part. Eve’s reaction to everything they were doing? It spoke volumes to Lucifer.
He was so rock fucking hard for her now, he thought he’d shatter.
“Gabriel,” he said, forcing his brother to stop kissing Eve.
The Angels rotated – Gabriel moved to the front, Constantine moved to the back, Uriel stayed put and continued to carve his sigil into her skin, and Lucifer took her other arm. He brought her hand down and wrapped it around his cock. She instantly squeezed his base and started pumping him.
Lucifer’s flames climbed the walls.
And he was going to make sure Eve climbed those walls too.
Gabriel sank down on his knees and licked Eve’s soaked pussy. Mother of the Unholy, he’d missed this taste. Nothing in the world compared to her.
He took his good old time working her back up to another release. Riding off of her Devil-induced orgasms would have been cheating. Plus, Gabriel didn’t want her to squirt. He wanted her to cream… all over his goddamn dick.
Eve’s pleasure glistened on his lips. Fuck him sideways, she was sinfully delicious. As she looked down at him, Gabriel caught his full lower lip with his teeth, licked her cum off, then slowly released it.
Her arousal became a full-force blast of unholy desire that rocked him to the bone.
Embracing her tightly, Gabriel lowered her to the ground and nudged her thighs open with his knees. Rubbing the tip of his cock against her pussy, he waited for her to give him the okay.
All that hate she saved just for him was going to feel so fucking good in three, two, one—
At her nod, Gabriel thrust his way inside her. Working deeper and deeper with each stroke, he buried himself on the fifth thrust. Gabriel fucked that smug smirk right off her beautiful face.
“Let her use her hands,” he growled.
His brothers released her and Gabriel braced himself for her next strike.
Eve swung out, but didn’t hit him. She gripped his shoulder. And instead of trying to rip his arm off like he thought she might, Eve clung to him. Her nails dug deep and drew blood and he couldn’t have loved her harder if he tried.
That hate they had for each other was a fickle bitch – it so easily turned to love with a thrust or a kiss or a moment of worry for each other.
“Gabriel!” Eve’s body spasmed as she came. Her pussy clamped tight around his dick and started milking him.
“Come inside her. Fill her, brother.”
Gabriel’s gaze snapped to Lucifer’s for a hot second and then he let himself go.
Sweat beaded Eve’s brow and trickled between her breasts. He captured her mouth with his and put every I-love-you-more-than-you’ll-ever-understand-and-I’m-sorry-it-couldn’t-have-been-different-between-us into that kiss.
He sucked the breath, the resentment, and the hate right out of her.
Swirling his hips, he hit the angle that would send her flying again and when her next orgasm struck, Gabriel came right along with her. This was his first for the night, and certainly wouldn’t be his last.
“My turn to mark you,” he grinned like the cocky sonofabitch he was. Pulling out slowly, he took the tool from Uriel. “Rise again, Eve.”
As she obeyed and slowly got back on her feet, Gabriel stayed on his knees for her. He knew his place in this world was right at her feet … alongside his brothers.
They stared at each other with a longing and understanding that went beyond the borders of reason. She whispered his name and he heard it in his soul.
Empowered, entrusted, enthralled - Gabriel finally understood the true meaning of salvation. It was this. It was them. It was her.
While his brothers kissed, licked, teased, and suckled on Eve, Gabriel carved his mark into her skin.
His hand was steady, his heart was strong, his mind was clear.
It was working. Holy shit.
Oh hells to the yeah, Uriel was so fucking overjoyed, he couldn’t wipe the grin from his face even with a scouring pad. The Angels rotated again. This time, Lucifer was behind Eve, Uriel was in front, Constantine and Gabriel were at her sides.
“We look good on you,” Uriel licked his lips and inhaled the scent of sex and Divinity. “Get on your knees, Eve.”
Convulsing with the aftershocks of the last orgasm Gabriel – the showoff – gave her after leaving his mark, Eve sank down on her knees. She was so sexed up, Uriel wondered how much further they could push her.
Or maybe it was she who was pushing them?
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