Lucifer met Leviathan’s eyes with a faint relief. “Yes,” he said quickly. “I want to stay.”
He shut the door behind him, locking it with an audible click, then walked across the room, never taking his eyes off the bed. Leviathan knew Galilee would find the smooth mask of Lucifer’s face unreadable, so he relaxed his body above hers, going languid as if there was no threat, his eyes lazily watching Lucifer.
“Quite a suit,” he noted, as Lucifer unbuttoned the jacket and sat down in an armchair, lounging back in it easily. “How did the meeting go?”
“Michael bought the bluff. He was pissed, though. Told me to make sure Galilee stays off Heaven’s radar or he’d find a way to get her soul out of Hell’s custody.”
Levi chuckled. “He’d be sanctioning his own annihilation the minute they found out how she was made.”
“I’m right here,” Galilee protested lightly.
“So I see.” Lucifer’s fingers were tapping gently on the burled wood of the armrests. The Devil looked open and welcoming, friendly even. “Michael was just making his own bluff, Galilee. He can’t risk bringing you to Heaven’s attention.”
Leviathan trailed his fingers down Galilee’s ribs, palming her hip. She was so fucking soft; it took a fair amount of restraint for the prince to move as slowly as he’d been going. “She’s safe then?” he asked Lucifer.
Lucifer nodded, watching Leviathan’s hand. “She’s safe.”
Galilee was breathing hard, her eyes moving between the two of them, torn between her relief and her guilt. “Um, Luci... should we talk?” She meant about this, about her being naked under Leviathan’s hands.
The Devil gave her a soft smile. “It’s all right, beloved. I understand.”
“But—” Galilee broke off as Leviathan lowered his head again and took her nipple into his mouth. “Fuck, Levi,” she gasped, her eyes closing for a second. The prince smiled privately to himself as his forked tongue played with her hot flesh. Galilee forced her eyes open and struggled to gather her words. “Luci, I...”
Lucifer was gazing at them with a keen-edged look on his face. “Do you know how old Levi and I are, Galilee?”
Leviathan nudged her legs open with his knee, and Galilee whimpered as she let him. He wanted to crawl into her head and ask her questions—if she was shocked by how wet she was just because Lucifer was there, because he’d caught her and yet she was still going on, still letting Leviathan splay her open as if he wanted to show her off, which the prince most certainly did. This was the closest he’d been to Lucifer in a very long time.
“We’re so fuckingold, beloved.” The Devil was watching Leviathan’s hand knead the flesh of her thigh as he spoke. “Let my prince make you feel good. I think he’s exactly what you need right now.”
There was a faint emphasis on “my,” and Leviathan ignored how it thrilled him. He was just as bad as Galilee, just as much at the Devil’s mercy. Lucifer looked so neatly seamed in all that black, his hair slicked back, smelling of spiced smoke even from across the room. He smiled, but it was sad, and of course Galilee couldn’t let it go.
“Luci, I’m sorry I hurt you,” she said. Leviathan planted kisses on her sternum, and Lucifer looked at the girl with steady eyes. “I still want you,” she blurted out, and Leviathan hummed approval against her ribs. There was some shame in the words, but she’d get over that soon. Lucifer’s eyes had bled black, and his hands were curved over the arms of the chair, his knuckles paling.
“I just can’t hurt you right now,” Galilee continued. “Not even if you want it. Not after what I did to you.”
None of it was a lie. Leviathan could almost feel her desire for Lucifer still crawling under her skin, loud and reckless. He understood it morethan she knew. Leviathan’s world would begin and end if Lucifer unzipped those perfect black pants to pull out his cock, if he walked over and slid it into Galilee’s mouth as Leviathan kissed her stomach, if he watched her with those kind eyes as he fucked her face slowly while Leviathan watched them both and all their skin was touching each other’s skin and the circuit was completed.
Lucifer hissed in a breath and flashed his eyes at Leviathan.“Don’t look at me like that,”he warned. The Devil’s eyes were spiraling gold galaxies being swallowed up by a black hole, and Leviathan averted his gaze. They weren’t ready. They might never be ready.
Lucifer gathered himself and spoke to the girl. “There’s nothing to forgive, Galilee. We’re not human. Sometimes we slip our own leashes—it happens.”
“Besides,” Leviathan reminded her, as he traced his tongue over her stomach. “You fixed the hellgate and averted a little apocalypse.” She had also almost killed the Devil, but if Lucifer wasn’t holding a grudge, it made no sense for her to flagellate herself over what she’d done.
“That too,” Lucifer agreed. “And I still want you, Galilee. I think I always will.”
Leviathan spread her thighs open a little wider, and Galilee gasped as air wafted gently over her wet folds. Lucifer’s nostrils flared, and his voice ran sweet and slow like dark molasses.
“I understand why I can’t touch you right now,” he said, “but let Leviathan do it for me, Galilee.”
Oh, that bastard. Leviathan hated how hard his cock was at the thought of being Lucifer’s proxy. He raised his head and smirked at the Devil.
“She’s been begging me to touch her,” he said, running his fingers down the inside of her thighs. Galilee squirmed and gasped below him, but Leviathan studied Lucifer’s face. “She’s so wet. I can’t wait to taste her.” He bit the skin over her ribs lightly, and Galilee whimpered so prettily.
Lucifer leaned forward in the chair, bracing his elbows on his knees as he looked at them. His face was still as beautiful as the first time Leviathan had seen him Fall, still as luminescent. It hurt to look at the Morningstar.
“Do you like this, Galilee?” he asked. “Him touching you. Me watching.”
Galilee tossed her head, her pupils blown wide and dark. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I like it, Luci.”
