Devilish Mate

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He wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to him, and the halter top of my bikini loosened before falling away. “Oops,” he murmured against my mouth.

“Why, lord and master of Hell, what do you think you’re doing?” I asked.

“Needing you… Wanting you…” He loosened the ties at either side of my bikini bottoms. “Having you.”

His eyes darkened with lust as his hand slid over my ass to cup the left cheek, and he kneaded it slightly. I all but melted against him as I drew heavier breaths.

“Touch me, Hannah," he commanded, as he dropped his head to press his lips to my neck, soft open-mouthed kisses scorching me, searing his touch onto me, making me his.

I shivered and the water rippled around us as I slid my hand between our bodies. My bikini drifted farther away, but I didn’t care. I touched Lucifer’s abs, smoothing my way over the dips and ridges of the muscles there, and he inhaled a breath, far from unaffected by my touch. I paused, listening to the stuttered rhythm of his breathing, and he rumbled a growl of discontentment.

“Don’t stop.” He pushed his hips toward me, and the hard bulge in his boxer briefs jutted against my stomach. I arched my neck, giving better access for his kisses. His tongue flickered out in a lazy trail toward my collarbone.

I teased my fingers along his waistband, slipping them beneath it as he nibbled and nipped my skin. His hand slipped to my thigh, and I automatically widened my stance as my body begged for more. I groaned before I crashed my lips to his as I gripped his c**k through the thin fabric.

He moaned and responded by pressing his hand between my legs, his fingers brushing my c**t too fleetingly before he covered the area with his palm. He drew away and looked into my eyes. “Mine. It’s always been mine.”

I nodded, hoping my desperation for him didn’t show on my face. I could barely hold still. I wanted to grind against him, and I pushed his boxer briefs down his thighs, freeing his glorious c**k.

"Your pride's on display again," I said.

He chuckled as he looked down between us. "I better do something about that."

He grabbed my lips and lifted me against him, the water buoying me up so I could wrap my legs over his hips. I ground against him, bearing down just a touch. Fresh heat blazed through his eyes as he pressed himself against my entrance. Then he thrust upward, the movement so fast, I blew out a breath of surprise.

I ground down again, releasing a sigh as my body stretched around him. He groaned and pushed deep, filling me completely before setting a steady rhythm that rubbed me in all the right ways. The water lapping around us was strangely erotic, moving in time with our bodies as we joined together in this ancient. primal dance.

Lucifer leaned forward, supporting my ass with one hand as he gripped the edge of the pool behind me with the other. Something about his shift in position changed his angle and I groaned as heat pooled low in my belly.

My gasps became rapid pants, each more ragged than the last as I tried to brace against an onslaught of sensation building inside me until I couldn’t fight it anymore. I clamped my thighs around him as I melted to nothing in his arms, feeling like I was the water from the pool, cascading down over the sides of the building. I rode my orgasm for as long as I could until the pulsing of my body brought Lucifer to climax too.

Lucifer dropped his head forward, his forehead resting against mine. "Do you forgive me yet?"

"No," I replied, though I didn't put much conviction in the word. I still wasn't sure if forgiveness was possible, but I'd stopped hating him, and my anger had faded. I understood more of why he'd killed me, and a part of me was secretly grateful. He'd restored me to my true self and broken the curse, giving us the possibility for true happiness for the first time in our ancient lives. I only wish it had happened differently. But that was true of so many things in my past.

"You will." Lucifer smirked as he ran his hands slowly up my arms. “You can kill me next if it will make you feel better.”

I shoved him back with a laugh. "Don't tempt me, or I might take you up on that."

16

Lucifer

I

stepped out of the limo in front of Baal’s mansion in upstate New York as the sun slipped behind it. The dark, gothic mansion was impressive in the waning light, the turrets reaching high toward the emerging stars, the wrought-iron gates both beguiling and unwelcoming. It was exactly what one might expect from a vampire king. The kind of place a soul could get lost in. I wouldn’t have been at all surprised to find a graveyard around the back and a belfry of bats nearby.

I straightened my cuffs and glanced around, then reached out to help Hannah from the limo. She wore a long silver gown with the emerald necklace and earrings I'd gotten her on our first shopping spree, and it pleased me to see her finally wearing them. A sign she'd accepted her place as my queen.

She looked up at the mansion and bit her lip nervously, but I had complete faith in her. She’d always had diplomacy and astute business sense before in her many lifetimes as my queen. Those weren’t qualities that would leave her just because she was still making the right connections in her memories. A handsome male vampire in a suit opened the door for us and gestured us inside with a low bow. Another vampire in a suit brought in our bags from the limo, then whisked them off to our guest room. I had to give the older vampires credit for their hospitality, if nothing else.