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Chapter 7
RAVEN
Hellish Expectations
FIVE DAYS. HOW could I have lost five days with Elias? It’s all been a blur. Leaving Hell and feeling like it stayed in my soul leaves my mind in a fog. Maybe it’s because of Andre and his venom. Dante’s never lasted this long, but no one seems to worry about me physically, but Micah, Kase, and Dante have all taken turns remaining by my side as they hunt for Lucian. For Elias.
I haven’t even heard from Zade.
“Come on, pretty soul. Please believe me when I say Elias is hanging in there for you. Lucian won’t kill him before his time. He enjoys the idea of someone suffering too much to end it so soon. He might even be doing this just to fuck with you. Don’t lose hope yet.” Dante massages his fingers into the tight muscles of my shoulders, loosening the tension the best he can. “Why don’t you let me dress you and take you out? You make great demon bait, and maybe someone can help point us in the coward’s direction. I mean, if you feel up to it.”
I slowly nod my head. “I’m getting used to the feeling of this hangover from Hell. I think getting some fresh air will help.”
Leaning over my shoulder, Dante smiles and kisses my cheek. “Maybe next time you take Andre’s king-sized cock, he might give you the proper amount of orgasms, so he can pull out.”
I groan and whack him, making him laugh. “You better not tease him about this. Neither of us knew and...I had fun.”
“Fun having a monster cock stuck in your pussy?” He lifts an eyebrow in question.
Heat blooms in my cheeks. “You won’t understand. His cock isn’t just big...I don’t know. It felt different.”
Dante spins me around and grasps my chin. “Keep describing how good another devil was and I’m going to want to fuck you until you forget. Replicate what you loved about it. I can be creative.”
I release an exasperated laugh. “Please don’t start. You getting envious over...knotting?” I pause, the memory returning fresh to the front of my mind. It wasn’t like it was bad. Just different and unexpected. Shocking. But now I know that I won’t be permanently attached to Andre by my vagina, I’d like to experience it again. I could tell when he was cumming, and the sensation...
“You dirty little pretty soul. Are you fantasizing about him now? If I reach under that dress, will you be wet?” Dante purses his lips, trying to hide his smile. “We’re never leaving if you are. I—”
I laugh and snatch his wrist, stopping him from even trying. The sound of my voice rings through the air as Dante does more than loosen the tenseness of my muscles. He lightens the heaviness suffocating my soul.
“Mmm I’ve missed that,” he says, grabbing my other hand. Pulling me into him, he lifts me off my feet, letting me hug him with my whole body. “Your laughter, I mean. Not your rejection of my affection.”
“Dante...”
“I know, I know. I’m just teasing. And horny as fuck. You’re not the only one who Andre’s kingdom got to. Feel this fucking thing.” Dante drops me a few inches until his hard-on presses through his pants between his legs. “I’ve given up with it after blowing at least twenty loads since being back.”
I crinkle my nose. “I’m surprised you haven’t just rubbed it off.”
“I may have shed a skin or two.”
Grimacing, I close my eyes and shudder at the thought. Dante’s laughter bellows through the air as he carries me to our balcony instead of taking me downstairs. The crisp late night air blows my tresses around, and Dante slides a hair tie from his wrist and puts my hair up for me. He’s the first man to ever hold my things, so I don’t ever need a pocket or purse. I don’t even know where he keeps most of the things. I thought I was jealous of the deep pockets of menswear, but damn it. Devilwear is even more accommodating.
“There. Now I can kiss your sweet neck while we fly,” he murmurs, adjusting me in his arms. “Also your lips too. I love your gloss but hate having to fight with your hair for access to your mouth.”
I laugh again and bat my hand to his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it.” Bending his knees, Dante launches into the air, cutting off my response.
I snuggle my face into the crook of his neck, shielding my eyes from the icy wind. The soft whooshing of his wings helps calm my racing heart from his quick ascension, and I busy myself with exploring his skin, purposely leaving behind lip prints in his favorite shade of red.
Dante soars over the brightly lit city that sparkles below like the stars fallen to Earth. I peek over his shoulder, squeezing tightly with my thighs. I know he thinks about fucking me up here. I don’t have to ask because I’m thinking about it too, but damn it. We’re already descending, and I can’t spare another moment. We have shit to do that isn’t each other.
Like he reads my mind, Dante mutters, “I swear to fucking Hell that we’re going to fuck everywhere and on everything in the Mortal Realm when our kingdom is complete. You name it, we’ll fuck either on it, in it, or against it.”
I gasp with his freefalling a dozen feet, squeaking as his boots thud on the sidewalk outside of a bar and grill called Risqué. He sets me on my feet, and I smile up at him. “What about on—”
“Ray? No fucking way.” A familiar feminine voice echoes through the air. “Raven, what the actual fuck?”
Dante hisses under his breath but doesn’t spit venom as two slender arms engulf me from behind and my cousin Tamia rests her chin on my shoulder. “Thank God, you’re okay.”
