CHAPTER NINEA PULMO APPROACHED them as soon as they crossed under the arch, and Lucifer cringed. Every. Single. Time. He couldn't be in Hell more than a second without getting summoned. With a grimace, he allowed the thin tentacles to slide over his wings as the Pulmo communicated her boss's intentions. Satan wanted audience.
While he endured the tentacles, his mind jumped to how Kissera's hands felt on his wings. She buried her fingers under the thicker, sturdier outer feathers and into the softer, more sensitive layer. It sent erotic shivers down his spine and he imagined her hands stroking his entire body. No one touched his wings without permission. Not Maeve. Not even Azazel and they were closer than archangel and progeny. He might have been a little harsh, but she didn't understand
