He gave her a look. “Sweetheart, I’ll wear whatever you want. But let’s be clear. I’m theDevil.”
He waited until the implication hit Galilee and her eyes widened.
“You got enough mojo to do whatever you want,” she said, and her voice was no longer flirtatious. “I’m guessing some latex wouldn’t matter if you wanted to knock me up or give me something.” Her mouth twisted. “Shit, you coulda done anything the first time we met.”
Lucifer hated seeing her realize the scale of what his power was, but it was important, even as powerful as she was. “What we’re doing is about trust,” he said gently. “Trust that I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. I won’t hurt you. If you’re not there yet, we don’t have to do anything.”
Galilee just stared at him with wide eyes. Lucifer expected her to pull away and out of his arms, but instead, she nodded slowly. “What was the second thing?”
He exhaled and let himself revel in the burn of her remaining in his embrace. “You know what I am,” he said.
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I think we’re pretty clear on that, Luci.”
His gut tightened. Only his princes, hisfamily, called him that, but hell if it didn’t sound perfect coming from her gorgeous little mouth.
“I don’t want to scare you,” he continued.
Galilee interrupted him immediately. “You did the demon eyes thing with me the first night we met—”
“You mean yesterday?”
“Shutup. You summoned darkness, told me your true name, stalked me to my apartment, then threw us both out of a window, andnowyou worried about scaring me?”
Lucifer paused, trying to gather himself. She might know what he was, but she didn’t understand, not really. “I’ve been very careful,” he tried again.
Galilee scoffed outright.
That wasenough.
Lucifer grabbed her chin and pinned her head against the wall, making sure her eyes were on his before slackening the hold on his other form—not enough for his body to change, but enough that the leash he kept wound tight on who he truly was gave way a fraction or two. He could feel the change blacken his eyes deeper than Galilee had ever seen them, and then the room filled with intangible presence, with roiling power. The air screamed without a sound, and nonexistent claws carved invisible strips of plaster from the walls.
Galilee held her breath, her pupils blown out as she stared at Lucifer, her mouth soft and slack. He wanted to fuck it with his tongue, his fingers, his cock. He wanted to fill it with his blood, his come, his mad desire for her.
“I’ve been very careful,” he continued instead. “I’m always collared, Galilee.”
To his surprise, she braced against the wall and wrapped her legs around him again, rolling her hips as she pulled him close. Lucifer let go of her face and grabbed her thighs instead, settling his erection betweenher legs. Everything burned. She was going to kill him and he was going to be fine with it.
“What happens if you take off the collar?” she asked.
What a death wish. He stroked his denim-covered cock against her little sleep shorts, sliding it over her even as his lungs ran short of air. She felt so fuckinggood.
“Not yet,” he answered. “But I’d like to loosen it a little, if you let me.”
Galilee gave him a look so open it punched straight through his chest. “You don’t scare me, Lucifer. You can be as much of yourself with me as you’d like to. I’ll take every scrap of it.” She made it sound like a threat, and when she leaned in to kiss his cheek, Lucifer was lost. “I think I might want all of you,” she whispered.
If she was a trap, he never stood a chance.
Lucifer exhaled, and one moment Galilee was wrapped around him and pinned against the wall, the next she was lying on her back in his bed, her legs still locked around his waist. She giggled like it was all a game, then pulled him down for a kiss, reaching for the hem of his shirt.
“Take it off,” she said. “Last time you didn’t take off anything.”
Lucifer pulled the shirt off obediently. “I’ll take off as much as you like.” He’d take off his skin, but they weren’t quite there yet.
Gali unwrapped herself from him and scooted up against the headboard, settling herself in among the pillows, her amber skin glowing against the gray. She looked like she ruled everything her eyes fell on, and Lucifer was fine with that.
“Strip, then,” she ordered.
Lucifer sat back on his heels and simply looked at her for a few moments: the way her hair tumbled about her shoulders, the way her dark eyes were fever-bright. If there were any clues to what she was on her flesh, they were hidden well. Right now, she simply looked like a beautiful woman he wanted to do spectacularly filthy things with, and hecould forget that he might not be able to save her life in time. He’d give her everything she wanted before then.
