Fate's Consort

by Elysabeth Grace

  Fate chose Analise Saria for him. Although he was ignorant of Fate’s logic, Lucifer knew there was more to his life mate than he understood. His gaze took in her features. They were remarkable and unremarkable. There was nothing perfect about her, and yet she was perfection herself. The truth of Analise Saria was in her hazel eyes. Expressive, revealing all of her emotions, desire, uncertainty, strength, and fear.

  His fingers brushed the damp curls away from her face, leaving the Tamahaq braid to linger against her cheek. A deep breath drew the scent of her into his lungs and his blood. His life mate. Lucifer’s palm caressed her cheek before following the delicate curve of her jaw until his fingers came to rest against the smooth hollow of her throat.

  “What are you thinking, Lucifer?”

  He studied her luscious mouth, the slight indentation at the top lip, the fullness of the bottom. He moved his head until his mouth hovered over hers, never making contact. Her uneven breathing pushed light puffs of air against his lips, an erotic sensation so powerful it was all he could do not to take her hard and fast.

  “What it will be like mating with you. Are you certain, Analise Saria?”

  Lucifer stared at his hand against her throat as he waited for her answer. It was large, powerful, angelic, and pale ivory against the rich desert brown of her skin. He didn’t fully understand the human obsession with the color of skin, but he was well pleased with Lilith’s choice to mark her descendants. On Analise Saria, her brown skin was magnificent.

  “I’m certain,” she whispered huskily.

  His gaze followed his fingers as they traveled to the valley between her breasts. His thumb circled the firm mound, concentric orbits becoming smaller and smaller until the pad pressed against her firm nipple. He repeated the motion on the other breast, smiling when her body quivered.

  “I want to taste you. May I, Analise Saria?”

  Her quick nod encouraged him to glide his hand down her belly to her thighs, teasing her until her legs parted. His index finger traced the length of her sex. He raised it to his nostrils. Inhaling, he rubbed his tongue across the pad of his finger. “Delicious. On the bed, Consort.”

  Her eyes widened and he saw the flash of anger in her pupils. It was the Analise Saria he knew. I will not be pleased if you disobey me, Consort. Do you need another incentive?

  He sent an image of what he intended to do. On the bed.

  Expecting an argument, Lucifer was surprised when she slid onto the bed and smiled at him. “Action speaks louder than words, Dream Candy.”

  “As you wish, Consort.”

  Straddling her body, he lowered his head. His tongue snaked out to flick against the petal-smooth skin of her throat, tracing a faint vein until it disappeared in the hollow space between her collarbones. The scent of her was a tangible drop of liquid, rolling across the tip of his tongue with a coolness that singed his wet flesh.

  His mouth followed the sound of her heartbeat to her left breast. Analise gasped when his teeth nipped her sensitive nipple then sucked the pain away. Lucifer took pleasure in the noises she made with each lap of his tongue on her breast or her nipple. He plied his mouth until her hands clenched the bedsheets, her breath coming in erratic spurts.

  “As pleasurable as this has been, Analise Saria,” he whispered, “there is even greater bliss between your thighs.”

  Analise jerked when Lucifer’s hair brushed the insides thighs. She realized his intent and excitement seized her before reason took over. This part of lovemaking happened only in her dreams where she was far less innocent. She wasn’t sure what was expected of her, or if the experience would feel the same.

  She tried to scoot up the bed but Lucifer’s hands held her in place. “Lucifer. Except in my dreams, I’ve never. . .”

  “I am aware of your innocence, Consort. I am pleased to be the first.”

  The slow drag of his tongue along her slit caused Analise’s mind to go momentarily black before a pinpoint of light, a quick breath, and a single beat of her heart brought her back to awareness. Air erupted from her lungs hard and painful only to be sucked back in when he flicked his tongue against her clit before reversing course. The glide and slide turned into lingering licks and quick nips.

  I have always wanted to know the taste of you.

  The words invaded her mind at the same time his tongue pushed past her labia and lapped her leaking juices, his tongue curling to capture it all. She felt the faint vibration created by his throat when he swallowed. His tongue stroked open her flesh, the pressure against her clitoris intensifying. Her hands gripped his head, locking it in place. Analise was surprised by her boldness and the moans pouring from her throat.

  Yes, this is the sound I wish to hear.

  Lucifer’s finger strolled the length of her sex before gliding past his tongue to bury itself deep inside her. The slight burn gave way to a sensation akin to the softness of cotton against her bare skin. The slow withdrawal of his finger drove her hips down onto the mattress before they rose to meet the second thrust. Within seconds, she hovered on the edge of an orgasm, her soft cries a desperate plea for release.

  Not yet, Consort.

  Analise’s eyelashes lifted and she frowned when he stood. Her body trembled with frustration and her fingers reached for her clit.

  “Do not, Analise Saria.”

  Her fingers fell to the bed, her gaze riveted on Lucifer’s face. His striking blue eyes glanced down, an invitation to share his gaze. Lucifer’s fingers lingered near his dick. Analise’s breath came out in a rush. Mesmerized, she watched his hands slide up to the bottom of his silk T-shirt, tug it over his head, and toss the shirt on the chair. His gaze dipped to his crotch once more and she did the same. Lucifer’s erection was obvious, bringing a smile to her mouth as he carefully unzipped his jeans.

  As he slid the jeans down his hips and off, Analise marveled at the beauty of his body. Except for the thin scar on his chin, there wasn’t a blemish anywhere. Hard muscles defined Lucifer, surprising for someone who crawled out of a giant rock a couple of days before. However, only one muscle held her rapt attention. She was no stranger to images of a man’s penis but Lucifer’s was a rather large one.

  “Consent is important to our bond, Analise Saria,” he said. “In all ways. Any time you say no, I will stop.”

  “I’ve said no before.”

  “This is about making love to you. Your safety is another matter. Will you give me your consent?”

  She stared at him, hearing the respect behind his question. Her gaze darted to his erection. “Yes, Dream Candy, you have my permission.”

  He leaned toward her, his index finger sliding past her labia to tease her sensitive flesh. He did a slow, full circle before pulling out. He brought the finger to his tongue and licked. “I believe you are ready for me, Analise Saria.”

  Lucifer positioned himself between her legs, gently kneeing them as far apart as possible. He leaned forward, rested his penis against her sex, and claimed her mouth with a kiss. Her arms circled his neck and she kissed him back, their tongues clashing until she moaned her surrender. His lips gentled and his tongue swiped the inside of her mouth. Lifting his body from her, he rocked back on his heels. His fingers gripped his penis.

  “Condom.”

  He froze and stared at her. “What?”

  “Condom. You need to use protection.” Analise peered back at him. “You don’t have a clue, do you?”

  “What is it, and why do I need to use protection? Do you plan to harm my penis?”

  She stared at him and began to laugh. “I forgot you’ve been stuck in rock forever, Sleeping Beauty.”

  Once her laughter subsided, she pointed to her tote. “There are several foil-wrapped squares in one of the pockets. Grab them.”

  Lucifer sighed before he got up to retrieve the condoms. He handed them to her. Analise opened a packet. “Come here, Dream Candy.”

  She sheathed his dick. Looking up at him, she smiled. “Please continue.”

/>   Lucifer reclaimed the space between her thighs and looked down at Analise Saria. His Consort was an innocent. For the first time since his brother’s expulsion, Lucifer experienced an emotion he believed lost—his compassion. Regret washed over him. He wished he had days—even weeks—to woo Analise Saria. Not only into his bed but also into his life. Unfortunately, his twin left him no choice. Satan’s sudden appearance in San Francisco, the demons seeking her, and reports of supernaturals surfacing were all signs Fate was ready to walk the earth. War was coming. To protect his Consort, he had to claim Analise Saria that night.

  Mating would bring her pain. Forgive me, Analise Saria. Lucifer’s fingers stroked his penis. Rubbing the smooth crown against her wet slit, he pushed deeply into her with a single thrust, his mouth capturing the scream that followed his entry. Lucifer lifted his head and stared into her teary eyes, Analise’s whimpers an ache to his heart.

  “You are mine, Analise Saria Willoughby. I claim the bond of mating. You are my Consort and my life mate for all eternity. I will protect and defend you from all harm. You are my life as I am yours.”

  He waited while her body became accustomed to his penis. His hand caressed her mound before his thumb sought her clitoris. Gently rocking inside her, his slow thrusts and glides reignited her passion. Her hips began a slow grind as her vaginal muscles tightened and relaxed. The sensation so exquisite Lucifer had to fight the urge to replicate what Analise Saria called dream sex. Her body wasn’t yet ready.

  Analise’s awareness drifted on a steady wave as Lucifer moved inside her. Skin to skin was so much better than dream sex. Her hands caressed his lower back, her fingertips clutching his smooth flesh each time he pushed deeper. The ache of desire began to build low in her belly. Her hips lifted to meet his thrusts, the tip of his penis brushing a sensitive spot. Lucifer’s thumb teased her clit, causing her body to arch with each surge and retreat.

  He retreated from her, leaving behind an emptiness like displaced sand before a tsunami. Then he pushed into her wetness. Faint purrs vibrated against the back of her throat. Her body accepted the fullness and clamored for more.

  “I need you, Seraphim.”

  His rhythm lost its gentleness, becoming the hard and fast dream sex they shared. Analise thrilled to the wild ride, arching her body to accept the driving strokes. Her vagina pulsed, pushing her ever closer to what she craved. Her mind reached for the evasive wave. On a deep stroke, she clenched her vaginal muscles and rode Lucifer’s penis. The powerful quake that had been building suddenly rocked her body. She thrashed wildly as wave after wave of pleasure separated and rushed over her, lightning strikes of devastating force.

  Lucifer rode the wave with her, lifting her hips to give him deeper penetration as he surged and retreated until she shattered.

  Once more, Consort.

  Lucifer’s mouth covered hers, his tongue replicating his gliding thrusts. Analise shook her head. Her pleasure-drenched body and mind couldn’t take anymore.

  They can, Analise Saria. I need you to join with me. Once more.

  He adjusted his stroke, moving gently and deeply inside her, setting an unhurried pace, gliding in, hesitating then sliding out. The skin to skin contact created a brush fire of pleasure and she opened herself to the heat of his passion. Her body responded as Lucifer’s dick stretched her with each thrust, pushing her into a space where her will no longer resisted.

  Analise drew in a breath with each stroke, released it when she could. Lucifer’s deep-throated growls intensified her desire. The taut pull of her convulsing sex sent shockwaves racing across their joined flesh. She asked to mentally share their experience and he relaxed his shields. Her first step was like crossing a black void. She hesitated.

  I am waiting for you, Consort.

  She pressed forward and brightness surrounded her. As it dimmed, she watched his pleasure unfold on his physical body. Analise didn’t hide her satisfaction and slowly squeezed his penis. A mumbled curse exploded from his lips before he pumped twice into her. A violent tremor shook him, his release hot on her flesh.

  Lucifer collapsed on her and his weight gave her unexpected comfort. When he started to move, she wrapped her arms and held him. Analise lifted her mouth to take possession of his mouth, her tongue savoring the different taste of him. A burst of heat raced across the roof of her mouth and down the back of her throat. Her body’s temperature soared until she thought she’d combust. Her skin abruptly cooled and lassitude crept over her, allowing her to savor the slow fade of pleasure. Then reason began its unwelcome return. While actual sex was definitely superior to her dreams, she dreaded the aftermath, when she’d have to deal with a bossy Seraphim.

  Analise lifted her eyelids. A smile started form and quickly died. She squeezed her eyelids tight, counted to ten, and reopened them. Her hand trembled as she reached out.

  “You have wings,” she stammered.

  “I did not lie to you, Consort. I am who I say I am.”

  She shook her head. “I’m so not ready for this.”

  “What is it you are not ready for? My wings or the truth of our bond?” Lucifer asked. “Were you not intended for me, we could not mate nor could you see a Seraphim’s true form.”

  “What did you do to me?”

  “I mated you as my Consort.”

  There was a different taste when I kissed you. What was it?

  “Deoxyribonucleic acid but an angelic variation that only occurs during mating.” Lucifer’s lips parted in a smug grin. “You do realize you have violated rule number one?”

  He moved his hips and his dick hardened inside her. Analise’s body answered his call, her legs wrapping themselves around his hips, drawing him deeper. She gasped when he flared his wings like a preening male peacock, his grin wide.

  She groaned, her fingernails digging into angelic flesh. “Don’t get cocky, Angel boy, this changes nothing.”

  “You are mistaken, Consort. This changes everything.”

  Chapter 14

  Satan’s fist pressed against his chest as air thick as blood coagulated in his lungs. He struggled for each breath and panic set in when his heart began to collapse beneath the icy fingers clenching it. He was dying. A single word forced its way past his unwilling lips—a soft, sensual, and plaintive vocative. It was a name he hadn’t uttered in over four centuries.

  Lilith.

  His mind savored the whisper of her name, relishing the pleasure before a rush of agony detonated the brief bliss. Wetness streaked his face. As they had at the moment of Lilith’s death, his tears embodied his guilt, the curse he inflicted on himself for eternity. Only in the silence of his room did he ever admit he was to blame

  “You ended her life. You killed your life mate.”

  Satan jerked upward at the voice, his eyes frantically searching the room despite the impregnable security that kept his private quarters private. It was a long second before he expelled the air in his lungs. He hadn’t dreamt about Lilith in over three hundred years. While the event held primacy in his hatred of the Hierarchy, it had never invaded his sleep. She had choreographed the moment, made her sacrifice the forever in his awareness. He saw the forgiveness in her eyes before she died. As the blood and sand mingled in his palm, he had vowed revenge on his twin and walked away, leaving his grief on a barren dune.

  As much as the dream bothered him, the puzzle the voice that accused him. Was Analise Willoughby connected to prophecy? Was that why he felt so drawn to her? Was she Lilith’s last descendant—the Tamahaq linked to Fate’s appearance?

  Excitement coursed through him as he swung his legs over the side of his bed and made his way to the bathroom. When he emerged after a shower and fully dressed, Satan strolled into his living room. He smiled as he watched the morning sun rise over New York. Crossing to the floor-to-ceiling window, he glanced over his shoulder before he closed his fingers around a steaming mug of coffee. Blowing gently across the top, he inhaled the aromatic fragrance. Coffee was one of the few things h
umans got right without his guidance.

  Satan ignored the view outside his window. Instead, he considered the roadblocks to controlling Analise. Her telepathic blocks were impressive. Fortunately, he found an opportunity to connect them through touch. Still, it had taken three attempts. Even then he wasn’t sure he succeeded until he slipped behind one of her blocks. She’d responded to him until the link was broken.

  He winced at the memory of the pain that slammed into him when the connection dissolved. Despite the disconnect, something good came of his efforts. The long dormant twin bond to Lucifer came to life. His brother was in New Mexico. Satan shook his head. He’d searched the world for his twin, but never thought to check his backyard.

  Sipping his coffee, Satan considered his attraction to Analise Willoughby. It surprised him. He’d cultivated a type –beautiful, superficial, and easily forgotten. Analise definitely failed the last two checkmarks. The other surprise was her off-the-chart telepathy. The only supernatural to come close to her level was Amina bint Mohammad, who was on the wrong side of the genealogical tree. Something didn’t play right and he needed to get inside Analise’s wintry exterior to see what was in the house.

  Satan headed into the kitchen to refill his coffee cup, one of the little daily reminders to play at being human. He returned to the living room, picked up his phone, tapped an icon, and sat on the leather sofa facing the window.

  “Good morning, Sire,” Uriel greeted. “You’re up earlier than expected. Long night?”

  “Actually no, she bored me after the first hour. So unimaginative,” Satan replied. “I found my brother.”

  Satan heard the faint inhalation before Uriel said, “We expected it to occur eventually. Any idea what triggered him?”

  Satan drained the last of his coffee and sent the cup into the dishwasher. “My Cali Girl.”

  “I take it Analise Willoughby resisted your legendary charm. But, to turn to your brother. . .so disappointing,” Uriel drawled. “Although, there was always the possibility that performance issues would surface with her.”