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“God? Angels? Hello?” the broken soul asks, raising her voice through the room. She slaps her palms together and looks toward the ceiling in the most ridiculous sight. Praying in a room full of devils is like brushing your teeth while eating a stack of Oreos. It isn’t going to do shit. “I know you can hear me! Help me! I don’t—”
Kase tips his head back and laughs. I haven’t seen him so amused in a long time. He usually wears a glower and cusses out the world every second of every day. But this soul, Raven, she does something to his wrathful ass. “No one can hear you, angel-girl. You’ve got Lucian’s darkness all over you from that little soul bonding you looked like you enjoyed. Have you ever experienced a spiritual orgasm before? It’s quite the out-of-body experience. You would cream at the thought if you knew. Why’d you stop?”
She glares and scrunches her nose. “Because I’m not giving my soul to the devil to get revenge for the shit Joel pulled. That’s the worst offer anyone has ever made me. He’s not fucking worth it, especially if I’ll end up wherever the hell he does. God, I’m not stupid.”
Fucking Lucian. He will always go for the shittiest deals first, testing just how much work it will take to break and mold a mortal into the perfect energy source for our kingdom. But this soul is different, and we all know it. Broken yet pure—bright and angel-kissed to balance out the darkness. A light even Hell can’t distinguish since it was a gift and can’t be taken by the Higher Power.
“And none of us here is God, angel-girl,” Kase quips, enjoying this as much as I am as she calls Lucian out. So feisty. Hot. Red light glows in Kase’s irises, and I watch his tail sneak from behind him, knowing he plans to use it to touch her inconspicuously until he feels he must tie her up like earlier.
“Stop calling me that. It’s Raven, and whoever it is you think I am, I’m not them, okay?” she says, a new fight rising in her.
I step closer and lock my hand around Kase’s tail, twisting the smooth, tough black appendage around my knuckles. He grunts and grinds his teeth, shivering under the pressure of my hand, and not because I hurt him. He would never admit it, but the fucker loves it. His tail is as sensitive as his damn cock. I bet he already fantasizes about the broken soul playing with it.
Damn it. Now I am. I wish I had a tail now too.
I drop it, humming under my breath as I step closer to her, slowly drawing my eyes down her body, making her squirm. She’s not afraid of me—I’d sense it—but she doesn’t like how she can’t take her eyes away from me. She feels guilty for finding me attractive and can’t help rubbing her legs together like my gaze alone turns her on. I love it.
“How can you be so certain you aren’t who we’ve been looking for? I mean, look at you,Raven.” I trace my finger around the silhouette of her frame, savoring her name on my tongue. “You were dying when we found you. Unable to get to your feet. A sobbing and sputtering mess. Weak. Desperate. But now...mmm.” I flick my tongue at her, drawing her attention to my mouth as I split my tongue into a fork, slightly transforming, and move each side.
She closes her eyes like it’s the only thing she can do to stop staring. If I could listen to her thoughts, I bet she’d be thinking of everything I could possibly do to her with it. How I could rub her clit between it, letting her experience my piercing. She has no idea what kind of pleasure she can have, but she’ll learn soon enough. She’ll give in when she gets over her human rationale and morals.
Swallowing, she pulls herself together and meets my gaze. I flick my tongue again, slower this time so she can see how well I can work it. Blush burns across her cheeks and she crosses her legs and averts her eyes. I was right. I can read mortals fairly well, and this one is an open book. She’s curious.
“You did something to me,” she snaps, hugging her arms over her chest. “You’re still trying to do something to me. But it won’t work. My soul isn’t for sale, so don’t you expect anything from me just because you sort of saved me.”
I grin and look at Kase. “She can’t make up her mind, can she? First we’re kidnapping monsters. Now, we fucking saved her. Is she insinuating we can perform miracles?”
Raven tries to kick me for what seems like the hundredth time tonight. I hope she keeps this up for the rest of eternity. It’s so much fun. “You’re worse than monsters. You’re kidnapping demons!”
Lucian growls in annoyance and sends hellfire billowing around him. She screeches, her eyes widening, clearly still gripping tightly to the fear the saviors instilled in mortals over the millennia. And that fucking uptight, impatient bastard of a devil. He needs to decide which direction he wants to take things with her. I thought I was the jealous one, but he doesn’t enjoy the fact that the broken soul—that Raven—gives us her attention, refusing to look at Lucian in all his sexy, hellish glory. It’s obvious he revealed himself as his former self, because she would’ve never grabbed at his horns any other way. Kase will have to convince her otherwise if he hopes for her to ride his.
“Enough! If the mortal refuses a deal, then she will return to where she belongs and we will continue to search for someone else like her.” Lucian’s deep voice rumbles through the room, and he bares his sharp fangs. I try not to smirk at his threat. He’s so full of shit and everyone except for Raven knows it. We’ve waited long enough already for this perfect, angel-kissed soul. He’s not going to give her up so easily. Waving his hand at me, he adds, “Offer the mortal man a deal instead. I’m sure he’d be willing to do what we need in return for giving him what he wants. He won’t be able to resist.”
That evil, brilliant bastard. Raven is afraid of us, but damn, I can smell the scent of her terror from here. It’s intoxicating. Lucian was always far better at manipulation through figuring out someone’s worst fear and using it against them. It’s not often that it happens to be another flesh bag either.
“I know I couldn’t,” I say, winking at Raven. She’s so much fun to tease. The perfect plaything to pass time by once she’s in my hands, and I’m in her. “Come on, pretty soul. Time to get you home. I’m sure you’re missed and we don’t want the dumb shit to think you’ve gotten away.” If I didn’t think the plan would work, I’d despise even the thought of returning her to the asshole flesh bag. She’s far too alluring, sexy, and feisty to waste on him.
Raven doesn’t have a chance to open her mouth to respond before I scoop her up and toss her on my shoulder. She screams out and whacks her hands to my back, trying to get me to let her go. Kase watches me carry Raven from our apartment, and I flip her into my arms when we’re out of sight. I shouldn’t, but Lucian shouldn’t get all the credit for cornering her and putting her into a position she can’t refuse.
“You can change your mind at any time, Raven,” I say, leaning in close as to not give her space to head-butt me. She might knock herself out and force me to actually follow through with Lucian’s plan. “The saviors ensure those of us who seek justice and balance with the soul...mortal population look like evil douchebag monsters. We only punish and torment those wicked enough to deserve it.”
“You were going to leave me to die in a dumpster. You are a fucking monster.” She slaps her hand to my shoulder with her words. “Evil incarnate. A liar. You said it yourself that you punish the wicked. I want to speak to whoever is really in charge if that’s the case. I’m not a bad person.”
I chuckle. “That’s subjective. Plus, I was speaking about your average flesh bag. You, pretty soul, are an exception.”
I ease away a bit, inviting her to do her worst to me. Maybe she’ll sink her nails into my skin and let me feel her envy over not having the power I do. I don’t control those souls who let envy consume their existence without a reason. I can feel Raven’s annoyance and resentment over basically every mortal in the world. She’ll learn soon enough that it’ll be them envious of her and everything she will acquire...if she accepts Lucian’s deal.
“It was nothing personal. I’d have done it to anyone left to die out in the open around here. This isn’t a fucking landfill to dump bodies in,” I add, tightening my mouth, watching the grimace puckering her brows. “Mortals are a fucking mess. Sloppy.”
“And you’re a fucking psycho.” She smacks her hand to my cheek. “Now let me go! I’m not going back to Joel’s. He’ll kill me.”
I shrug, enjoying her attempts to overpower me. “Probably not for a while. You are obviously not the soul to go down without a fight.”
I hate the idea of obeying Lucian and taking her back to the mortal bastard. Just because Lucian thinks putting her in her own personal Hell on Earth will break her and turn her compliant doesn’t mean I have to like doing this. I want her here with me, especially with her perfect pet names. I can’t wait to hear what else she comes up with. The mortal bastard shouldn’t get the power over her I crave, nor should he get to play with her even a second more. He won’t appreciate her like I do.
“You fucker!” She smacks me again. “You cocksucker. Bitch ass devil minion. I’ll figure out how to send you to Hell.”
“See? Pretty souls don’t brave challenging and threatening a devil. You won’t stand by and do nothing with the flesh bag. You won’t be his good girl. Which is exactly what Lucian expects.” I turn the corner and head in a direction that makes Raven tense. Her fingers pinch my shoulders in desperation. I’d love to feel her grip somewhere else.
