Devilish Mate

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I barely had a chance to move out of the way before the two of them went at it. They were pretty evenly matched, each of them blocking and attacking, ducking and weaving. Their wings quickly came out, hers black as night and his almost blindingly white, and their movements became so fast it was hard to watch.

Zel grunted as Callan sent her spinning through the air, but she recovered quickly, and zipped toward him with a speed he hadn’t expected before using her weight to push him toward the floor. He twisted and launched them both back up before grabbing her in a headlock. She shoved him off and tackled him around the waist one last time before they sprang away from each other.

Zel stared at him, her dark wings beating slowly behind her to keep her aloft. “Not bad, son of Michael. I can see why they wanted you to lead the Angelic Army. Why did you turn the job down?”

“I fell in love with a half-demon,” Callan said dryly as he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. “My priorities changed.”

I held up my hands before they started fighting again and called out, “Enough already!”

They both looked down at me as though they’d forgotten I was there, and then they quickly dropped to the floor and sheathed their wings.

“I can see I can learn a lot from both of you,” I said, glancing between the two of them. “I’d like both of you to train me.”

They shot each other wary looks before returning their attention to me. “Fine.” They spoke in unison, but I wasn’t sure how much unity we’d have. Still, we would try.

After all, it was my destiny to straddle the line between the angel and demon worlds, like Olivia. This would be my first test.

W

hen I got back to the penthouse, all I wanted was a long shower and a bite to eat. What I got was Lucifer sitting at his piano, playing a haunting melody that had me lingering in the doorway so I could better take it in.

He looked up at me and paused, his fingers lightly resting on the piano keys. His suit jacket was missing, and his shirt collar looked like he’d yanked it open after a long, hard day of work. My eyes were drawn to that bit of revealed skin, yearning to press my lips there.

“Come here.”

His sharp command echoed through the otherwise silent room. Heat pooled between my thighs, and I found myself walking toward him as if in a dream, unable to stop myself. I held my breath as I got closer and closer, the anticipation making my pulse race, especially with the way he looked at me—like he might devour me at any moment.

When I stood before him in front of the piano, I became all too aware of what I must look like in my tight workout clothes, my hair a mess from training, my cheeks pink from exertion...and now from desire.

“I’m all sweaty,” I said softly. A feeble protest, and we both knew it. “I need a shower.”

“Not yet.”

His hand gripped my arm, then he drew me toward him and dragged me into his lap, with my back against his chest. My breath hitched at the sudden close contact, and how he pulled my hair to the side to press his mouth against my neck in a hot, feverish kiss. His hands slid all along my body, feeling every inch of me through the tight clothes, moving across my breasts, my hips, my thighs.

Then he gripped my leggings and yanked them down roughly, probably ripping them in a few places. His other hand held my breast, rubbing his thumb along the taut n****e, an effective way to hold me in place. I was caught in the devil’s grasp, and he made sure I knew there was no escape. Not tonight.

My panties were torn off my next, making me gasp. Lucifer forced me to spread my legs, his hands rough and demanding until he found how wet he’d made me already. I could only lean back against him and moan as his fingers slid into my p***y easily. He had me completely under his control as he fingered me and kneaded my breasts, teasing out little gasps of pleasure from me when his thumb stroked my c**t.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to melt into the moment. I shoved away all the pain and the anxiety from the past few days and accepted his touch. f**k, I needed this so bad. I needed him.

He quickly and silently brought me to orgasm, making my hips thrust against his fingers desperately as he wrung out every last second of pleasure. I felt his hard c**k pressed against my ass through the fabric of his trousers, and wondered if he would free it now and take me like his, with me sitting on his lap. Or maybe he’d bend me over the piano. Or press me down against the hard marble floor. I didn’t care how, really. I just wanted his c**k inside me already.

“No matter how much you hate me, you’re mine, Hannah,” Lucifer said, his mouth right by my ear. “Every inch of you.” His hand slid over my p***y, like he was claiming it. “Now and forever.”

Then he let me go.

I rose to my feet, my knees a bit shaky, and turned to look at him in confusion. He stood and let his hungry eyes linger on my half-naked body, which was aching for him to continue. He knew it too. I could tell by the wicked grin he gave me.

“Go take your shower,” he said, as he kissed me on the cheek. “I have business to attend to, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He adjusted the cuffs on his shirt and then walked away. Just like that.

Leaving me desperately wanting more.