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“She gave me a message to pass on. One I decided not to, not until I could figure out who or what she is. I didn’t want her messing with the head of anyone I consider family.” Roth paused, his gaze locked with Luc’s. “I’m sorry I didn’t deliver it sooner. The whole situation threw me for a loop.”
“Better late than not at all,” came Luc’s breathless response as his body coiled tighter.
“I guess since it took me this long I better do it the way she requested then. She said to tell my ‘Boss Man’ “We’ll meet again”.”
With that said, Roth’s melodious voice started crooning the most popular song from earth’s second world war. Not a single eye remained dry, except Caine’s, but that fucker never cried.
Luc had silent tears streaming down his face as he fell to his knees. No one dared to move. Having started talking, Roth couldn’t seem to stop until it was all out, apparently there was more.
“I couldn’t find her, or any information about her. It’s like she just . . . up and disappeared.” He took another deep breath, eyeing everyone in the room. He wasn’t the only one whose spine seemed to straighten either. Oh shit. What was coming next?
Roth rushed on, and holy fuck! Roth had dreams? Not just in black and white, like the foretelling of the souls they have to take, the ones they all experienced as part of their job. Those are more like daydreams sometimes anyway. Not the full surround sound, full color, cinematic experiences he was describing, even if he only dreamed of this one mystery woman.
From the flush that heated Roth’s cheekbones it was plain to Athon that the dreams were way more than PG and that she affected him deeply. It explained so fucking much. His retreat from them all, all those nights at the clubs, his lack of interest in anyone else. He knew Roth still desired him, but even that had seemed to wane the last few years as his distraction and moodiness increased. What did it all mean?
Luc’s breath hitched sharply before it quickened to big, deep, aggressive inhales, almost animalistic in quality. Everyone present felt the change, the tension which suddenly filled the room. Everyone except Roth . . . He was so caught up in finally getting it all out that he didn’t see what it was doing to Luc until it was too late.
The effect this woman had on Roth was clearly written on his face and in his voice. As his mouth opened to say something else, Luc’s shadows burst free, slamming Roth up against the wall roughly, until his feet dangled above the floor. Luc moved faster than he could track, even with his angel sight. Before they knew it he was pulling an in-your-face, to the point they could have been making out. His hand wrapped like steel around Roth’s throat, cutting off whatever he’d been about to say.
Wings, larger than any others, sprung from his back to wrap around them. The sharply horned tips which protruded at the upper points pierced the wall on either side of Roth’s head. Luc’s wings and shadows formed a cocoon-like barrier, a very scary one considering the aggression and barely restrained violence he was exhibiting.
Athon could feel hot breath heating his cheek. No, Roth felt it, but he felt it too, along with the weight of a hand upon his throat. Taking a deep breath he threw off the once familiar bond they’d shared and came back unto himself. He heard Luc snarl, noticed him tighten his grip on Roth’s trachea, and saw his shadows act as shackles to Roth’s wrists and ankles, spreading them wide. One shadowy tendril slid between his legs and seemed to harden like steel on the underside of Roth’s manly attributes, suddenly the threat became so much more real.
Athon didn’t know what he’d done or said, he hadn’t even realized he’d moved, but from one moment to the next he found both Fynn and Malech were holding him back, barely. Wild noises escaped him, until Fynn shoved a shadow gag in his mouth and hogtied him to the floor.
“MINE!”
The barely recognizable voice of their General snarled in Roth’s ear, echoing through the room, probably through the whole fortress. This was the Lucifer the humans feared, this was the mighty warrior who destroyed the evil doers of all realms.
“You don’t touch what is mine. Understood? We find her together, but she is mine, and only I dream of her, only I have her. Or you die!” The red glow of primal rage and jealousy from Luc’s eyes backlit the room from between them before Roth was abruptly released, his ass hit the floor with a thud.
In the blink of an eye Caine and Deus had Luc hidden behind a wall of muscle, backs to Roth, voices low and strong.
Malech’s shadows released Athon, allowing him and Perri to rush to Roth’s side, he slid on his knees the last few feet in his haste. His hands touched every inch of his ex-lover that they could reach. Checking for damage, searching for reassurance that nothing was broken, and Roth, in his shock, allowed it, maybe even welcomed it. Perri checked his vitals. While angels couldn’t really die by mortal standards, certain angels did possess the power to end an angel’s physical existence, Lucifer being one of them, and they could still be gravely injured. Becoming an angelic vegetable was not what any of them wanted to be.
What the fuck just happened? What in Hell’s name had just crawled up Lucifer’s ass and laid an egg? Never had he been anything other than a friend to them all. The guy could be straight up sadistic when he wanted to be—one crazy assed motherfucker—but never toward them. They were family. Siblings by choice. Sure, they bickered, but holy fuck, never like that.
Roth’s forehead dropped onto Athon’s chest as he coughed between gasping breaths.
“Maybe that wasn’t my brightest idea.” Was all that managed to pass between his lips before he slumped forward and passed the fuck out.
They’d moved Roth to the private room attached to the meeting room. Nobody but those already present needed to see him in such a vulnerable state, and the fewer questions the better. Caine and Deus had managed to calm down Lucifer. Well, at least he wasn’t raging out, so that was a plus.
The others had left Roth to rest while Athon remained to keep an eye on him. For the first time in centuries he was alone with the angel of his dreams, pun intended considering what had just gone down.
Athon watched Roth’s relaxed face and lovingly traced the contours of his body under the tight-fitting black shirt and denim jeans, studded leather cuffs on each wrist . . . He refused to think about what lay hidden beneath them, even if the cuffs themselves were sexy as fuck.
Leaning back in the chair against the wall he allowed his eyes to hood as his skin began to heat, his pulse quickened, breath coming faster. He could see Roth was in a similar state but couldn’t fathom why. At least Athon had a reason, he thought, as he looked at the object of his abject desire.
Glancing down at Roth’s denim covered groin he couldn’t help but notice the straining seams, the rigid length trying to break through the thick material . . . He licked his lips to stop the drool escaping. Athon’s pulse kicked into overdrive. Needing an excuse to touch him, he hurried over to check Roth’s temperature, his hand made gentle contact with warm skin. A feeling unlike any other had him elbows to the mattress before he could think a single, rational thought. Behind his eyelids, that were all but glued shut, he saw what must be Roth’s dream, except now it was his dream too.
The naked beauty reclining before them was breathtakingly sensual, from her dark red hair, her piercing and unusual gray eyes, all the way down to her lightly muscled, yet shapely calves. She was laid out on a bed, eyes at half-mast, looking at Roth like he was her last meal before the whole world ended, when she noticed they weren’t alone anymore.
“Well, this is new.” Her husky voice possessed an almost purr-like quality. “And who might you be, handsome?” After a silent pause she continued with a sigh, “No need to answer, it’s okay, the big guy never speaks either. Pretty sure he wants to, though. And by the look in his eyes, you guys are already well acquainted.” Her eyes slid over him, like liquid heat caressing every inch of his tall body.
“Love the hair, like my own rainbow to happiness. It’s definitely a sight I’d love to see between my thighs. The things I could do to the both of you. The things you two could do to me.” Her voice was like honeyed scotch, invading his every breath, every cell in his body.
Positioned as he was, he had a clear view of both Roth and the luscious piece of ass on the bed, and he could see their desire as plain as day. Roth’s rock hard cock had made its way free of his button fly. Her glistening pussy was exposed to both of them; the scent of her arousal filled the room. Glancing from Roth’s suddenly naked body to his own, he found his own cock standing at attention, out and proud.
