Fallen Reign (Se7en Sinners Book 4)

  She takes the armchair beside Lucifer after shooing away two women who were using it as a bed.

  “Is this a good time?” she asks, slowly crossing her legs. The very movement should be made into its own porno flick.

  “We should probably speak in private,” Lucifer answers flatly as if he’s unfazed by her presence. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her since she sauntered up to us.

  Aurora waves a hand. “No need. Whatever you say to me you can say to my friends.” She leans in close, close enough for me to spy her cleavage spilling out over bodice. “They won’t live to tell anyone anyway.”

  I should be outraged at her total disregard for human life, but I can’t find it in me to care about anything other than Lucifer’s proximity. I fidget if only to get closer to him, hoping that the friction between our bodies will bring me some relief, but it only makes me crave more of his contact.

  I need more of him.

  I need more.

  I need.

  My thoughts are purely singular, and while I know we’re here for pivotal information, I’ve been reduced to a slave to my desires. My head is telling me that this isn’t right, but every other part of me is singing that this is preceisely what I want in perfect, five-part harmony.

  “So what can I do for you, Master?” she asks with an air of mockery.

  “I want you to tell me where Stavros is so he can reseal Hell. And then I plan to allow him the privilege of spending eternity in unbearable agony.”

  Aurora lifts her artistically designed brows in amusement. “And what makes you think I’d tell you?”

  “Because you have no loyalty to anyone aside from yourself. And there’s something you want.”

  Leaning back in her chair, Aurora appears impressed. “You’re right. I do want something.”

  “Name it.”

  “I want a seat at the table—a place in your court. Once Dorian and his little half-breed whore find out that I’m back, my time on Earth will be limited. I want your word that I’ll spend what’s left of my afterlife in comfort.”

  Lucifer’s face is unreadable as he contemplates Aurora’s terms. It seems like such a small price to pay for information on Stavros, considering she’s beautiful, exotic, provocative…

  And she could steal Lucifer’s attention. And his heart.

  No, no, no, I groan inwardly. He’s mine.

  But my mouth won’t allow me to say the words. I’m too engulfed by the fire that currently singes every cell and nerve ending, blazing hot and bright. So I just sit and squirm and pray that there’s an end to this ache. That somehow my wanting will be extinguished so I can return to how it was before. Before I wanted him—needed him—like I need air to breathe. Before I looked at him and saw a million possibilities of how we could be.

  “Done. Now talk,” I hear Lucifer say through the haze of lust clouding my head. Fingers stroke my arm, coaxing a soft whimper from between my lips. It takes the edge off enough for me to attempt to pay attention to the conversation, but just barely.

  “I don’t know where Stavros is—”

  Lucifer begins to rise before she can even finish the sentence.

  “But I can tell you how to stop Legion.” Aurora quickly tacks on. “And put a halt on the demon rebellion and ultimately, send them all back to Hell.”

  Lucifer settles back onto the couch, and like a moth to a flame, I move closer. Another stroke down my arm and one up my leg. I can’t tell if it’s the man or the woman, and I right now, I don’t really care. And while I know it’s not Lucifer’s fingers that are doing it, it’s a temporary fix for the agonizing yearning I can’t describe. I just need to be touched.

  “Go on,” he instructs darkly.

  “First, I need to hear you say it. Say we have a deal.”

  Lucifer narrows his violent glare, and I’ll be damned, a thrill quivers between my thighs. “Deal.”

  Aurora smiles, malice dripping from her red-painted lips. “There are options. If you want to merely send them back to Hell, you do it from the inside. However, once it’s done, you’ll be locking yourself inside too. This method is absolute—no demons in, no demons out.”

  Lucifer exhales his irritation. “I know that. What’s the other method? And how do I stop Legion?”

  “A great power must die. Not just a high level demon either. It has to be a sacrifice so great that it will tremble the heavens.”

  By the look on Lucifer’s face, I can tell that he knows exactly the great power she speaks of. But instead of protesting, a moan rolls off my tongue as the hand on my thigh moves higher up my dress, and someone’s lips are on my neck.

  Oh shit.

  “Your little pet seems to be enjoying herself,” Aurora remarks, her pale blue eyes sparking with mischief.

  Lucifer finally turns his penetrating stare on me, the space between his brows dimpled. What he must see—me being fondled and kissed by strangers—must disturb him, yet he doesn’t chastise me for my weakness. He almost looks…concerned. “What did you do to her, Aurora?”

  “Me?” she plays coy. “Nothing. But considering the way she’s been enjoying the refreshments, I’m surprised she isn’t fucking any and everything on two legs.”

  My tongue slick with the overwhelming need to taste him, I somehow find my words. “What?”

  “Oh, just a little touch of my magic in the bubbly. I thought you would’ve known that. You know…being half Seraph and all.” She grins, baring teeth. “What? You think I didn’t know? You’re quite popular these days, Eden. And I’ll admit, you do have a certain appeal. However, I don’t see what all the fuss is about.”

  Ice water douses my raging libido only for a moment, but it’s long enough for me to understand what’s happened. I’ve been drugged…with Orexis magic.

  “What the fuck have you done?” Lucifer rages, the tone of his voice sharp enough to cut glass.

  Aurora waves it off as if she isn’t mere seconds away from losing her head. “She’s completely safe and it’ll wear off by morning, maybe even sooner considering her pedigree. I just brought all her inner desires to the surface. I haven’t manipulated her to be like this. I’ve only revealed her true self devoid of silly inhibitions. You should be thanking me.”

  I’m panting. My skin is on fire. And I can’t stop fucking squeezing my thighs together. I want him, I want him, I want him. And I can’t understand it. I can’t make it stop.

  “What’s happening to me?” I say on a broken whisper.

  His hardened glare softens, and he brushes my hair from my humid face. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

  The couple beside me moves their attentions from me and become enraptured with each other. Within seconds, clothes are being ripped to shreds and the man moves to the floor to sit on his knees. He spreads his partner’s thighs and buries his face in her swollen sex.

  I smell her and I lick my lips. I hear the sounds he makes and I imagine he’s sucking my clit instead of hers. I watch her face as pleasure paints her features and I want to finger fuck myself just so she and I can come together.

  Lucifer grasps my shoulders, holding me back. “Eden, look at me. Focus on me.”

  “I am,” I say, although it comes out as a whine.

  “Do you know where you are?”

  “Yes.”

  “And do you know who I am?”

  “Yes.”

  Aurora stands, realizing that if she plans to escape with her head, now may be a good time to leave. But before she sashays away, she leaves us with a few parting words.

  “She won’t do anything she doesn’t already want to do, Lucifer. Whatever she feels right now has been lying just beneath the surface, festering, probably driving her mad. And now…she’s free. Consider this my gift to you. You’re welcome.”

  He sits there for a long beat, grasping my shoulders as a million different emotions are splayed on his usually impassive face. I know he’s disappointed in me. I know I’ll be disappointed in myself once A
urora’s magic wears off. But right now, my thoughts are singularly devoted to him and his hands on me.

  His gaze roams my face, taking inventory of my glazed eyes, my lips parted just enough to taste the air between us on my tongue, my cheeks still warm from his touch. He looks at me as if he’s seeing me for the very first time. As if the girl I was before was merely a mirage and this version—this careless, sexual, confident creature—is the real me. The me he always wanted me to be.

  “Take me,” I whisper, the words casting a spell of my own. “Take me home.”

  Lucifer lowers his eyelids, letting my request worm its way inside him. He knows what I’m asking. And so do I.

  He takes my hand and tugs me to my feet. The force of the pull combined with the shakiness of my legs causes me to collide into his chest, leaving only a breath between us. With his gaze crashing into mine and his hands gripping my waist to steady my body, I close the minute distance between us and kiss him.

  And everything I had been holding back, every word I couldn’t say, every stolen glance and inadvertent touch, I surrender them all to his lips. My conception, my birth, my death, my rebirth…they all become his, as if every second I’ve spent on this earth was for the purpose of his tongue sliding against mine. As if I wasn’t created to solely be Uriel’s weapon against Legion.

  I was created for him. For Lucifer.

  A hazy memory invades the flashes of light and color behind my eyelids, tugging at me, begging me to remember.

  …a child would reign in the underworld, conjuring up all the evils within and unleashing them on the earth. Wars would wage for thousands of years, bringing endless death and disease. All that is devious and malevolent would be celebrated while mercy would be extinct. The child would be evil incarnate, bearing the mark of the beast. The Antichrist.

  I hear the words, but they don’t make sense. Not right now. Not anymore. Not with Lucifer holding me to his body, owning my mouth and infecting my soul.

  The child would be evil incarnate, bearing the mark of the beast.

  …the direct offspring of the one you call Master.

  The words grow fainter, until they can no longer be heard. And when I finally find the strength to come up for oxygen, it has dissipated completely.

  I put my hand in his, intertwining our fingers and smile lazily, drunk off the taste of him. My body is trembling and my head is leaden with longing, but within this tiny speck of time, my mind is crystal clear.

  Tonight, I’m going to make a deal with the Devil. And his bargains are always absolute.

  We barely make it from the town car without ripping each other’s clothes to shreds. Lucifer all but carries me to the elevator without an ounce of regard for onlookers, amused by our insatiable appetites, and I giggle between kissing his lips, his face, his neck. Needing his taste in my mouth so badly that it physically pains me.

  The moment the door of the suite closes behind us, I stifle that ache immediately.

  I push him against the wall and fall to my knees, pulling my form-fitting dress up to my waist to get better access. His slacks feel like satin as I slide my hands up over his thighs to get to his belt buckle.

  He groans, stroking my hair. “Eden… what are you doing?”

  “What I’ve wanted to do since the day you came to me in Irin’s bathroom. I wanted to taste you that night like those other girls did. I wanted to suck you down into my throat and swallow your sin.”

  I tug his pants down to his knees, freeing his bold, beautiful cock. Silken veins over a thick, throbbing shaft. The head of him swollen and proud. My mouth waters.

  His breaths expel in short pants, his gaze wild. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Let me take care of you. Let me serve you…Master.”

  As eager as I am, I somehow manage to lick him slowly from root to tip. When I take him into my mouth as deep as I can physically stand, I moan, sending tiny, delicious vibrations to his heavy sac as I massage and fondle. His thighs tremble, and he releases a sinuous hiss of approval.

  “So good,” he groans. His grasp on my hair gets tighter. “Fuck. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

  I find my rhythm, sucking him slowly, then speeding my pace and adding pressure, all the while stroking the underside of him. He talks to me, dirty little words of encouragement, telling me how beautiful I am on my knees and how badly he’s wanted this—wanted me. And every word makes me take him deeper and deeper, coaxing his seed to trickle down my throat.

  Wetness soaks through my panties, and it’s taking everything inside me to focus on just pleasing Lucifer and not relieving the ache of emptiness with my own fingers. I want to taste his climax, but I also want him to come inside me, with me, until I’m full to bursting. I squirm on my knees as I think of how it would feel to have his hardness singeing my walls with his hellfire. How slick I would be as he stroked me to tears, giving me the pleasure I crave and the pain that I need.

  He yanks my hair—hard—unraveling what’s left of my updo and forcing me to look up at him. His cheeks are tinged with pink and his hair is mussed, so unlike his usual stoic, pristine appearance.

  “I want you,” he growls. He bends down to pull me to my feet and kisses me roughly, tasting the trickles of his precum flavoring my tongue and smelling his potent scent staining my mouth. When he pulls away, his eyes are bright and brilliant. “I want you.”

  “Then take me. All of me. Make me yours.”

  He kisses me again while working on the zipper of my dress. It pools at my feet within seconds. He kicks his pants off in the next instant. Then his shirt. Then my panties. Then we’re standing in the middle of his bedroom, panting, taking in the sight of each other’s naked bodies.

  I knew he was beautiful. The remembrance of him in that bathroom—whether it was illusion or tangible—is still burned into the forefront of my mind, serving as my own personal porn reel. But under the muted moonlight streaming from the window, he is God’s most perfect creation.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long, Eden. And I know right now you think you want me too. I realize I’m a fool for pretending that this is real—that this could somehow last beyond this night. So I’m asking you…remember me. Just try, even when all thought of me is wiped away clean. Remember me like I’ll remember you for rest of my tortured existence. Remember that I…”

  I place a finger on his kiss-burned lips and step in so close that I can feel his inhuman heart racing. “How could I forget?”

  His mouth crushes against mine in the same moment that he lifts me clear off the floor and sets me on the bed. The movement is so smooth and so fast that I don’t even realize what’s happened until I’m on my back and he’s licking a trail from my neck to my breasts. He sucks a nipple into his mouth then unsheathes his teeth, applying enough pressure for it to sting so good that my knees shake. I rake my fingers through his hair and feel sunlight against my fingertips. He lifts his head and flashes me a wicked grin, knowing exactly the effect he has, before lowering his mouth to take in my other nipple.

  He sucks me. He bites me. He nibbles his way down my stomach and spreads my thighs to place on his shoulders, and then his tongue fucks me. I clutch the sheets, and bow off the bed as the first wave of orgasm takes hold. I feel it in my hips, in the deepest parts of my belly, and down my legs. And with Lucifer ravenously consuming me without pausing to let me catch my breath, the waves keep coming, keep crashing against my hypersensitive sex. He alternates between sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue inside me until I’m licked raw and I’m practically begging for him to stop. When I’m dangerously on the brink again, he finally lifts his head from between my legs and gives me a devious smile.

  “Just as I imagined.”

  My heart is still racing. “Huh?”

  He licks his lips. “You taste like sin.”

  Then he dips back down between my thighs and gives me the flat of his tongue once more. Until my knees are shaking violently and I’m crying obscenities to the heavens, cursing th
e Devil for making me come so hard that I see stars.

  “I’m not done with you,” he growls pushing up onto his knees.

  I hold my breath as I watch him grasp his rigid thickness in his palm and pump slowly. My mouth dries. He looks so powerful, so fierce as he gazes down at me, watching me watch him. And when he aligns that beautiful cock to press against my entrance every so lightly, I feel like I may pass out from the anticipation.

  “Last chance,” he rasps. “Tell me no. Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want me inside you, filling you, fucking you so good that you’ll feel me in your dreams. We won’t be able to turn back after this. Do you understand that? We can’t go back.”

  I lift up onto my hands so he can see the certainty in my eyes. “I want this. I think I’ve always wanted this. I was just too afraid to admit it. Lucifer, I’m not afraid anymore. Of you, of my feelings. I’m not afraid.”

  He pushes in slowly and I gasp at the sensation of him stretching my walls, training them to take him, squeeze him. Remember him. Each thick inch tears me to pieces, and by the time he buries himself entirely, I’m already trembling. He stills and we just look at each other, at the place where our bodies are fused together, marveling at the way we fit so perfectly. One hand cups my cheek and he brings his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. The other slides up my thigh to grasp my ass. And then…

  Then he moves.

  Slowly at first, but the way he rolls his hips, curving his body and, as a result, curving his dick, he hits every spot. Every. Fucking. Spot. Places I didn’t even know existed. He knows what he’s doing. He only allows himself to graze my sweet center so we can make this last. But it’s just enough…just enough to make me moan into his mouth as he fucks me into a state of euphoria.

  He pulls his mouth away from mine to suck a nipple into his mouth, never breaking his rhythm. I run my fingers through his sunlit hair and he smiles against my breast and looks up at me.