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“I would, but I won’t have to. I will uphold my end.” Lucian’s hand slides down my arm and travels to my back as he pulls me flush against him. My soul explodes with tingles, the electric sensation traveling through me and landing right between my legs. “Do we have a deal? Let me fuck your soul and you’ll get your soulmate back. If I fail, your soul is free.”
My thoughts whirl with his words. Can I do this? Fuck yeah. I’ve done worse with Joel. It’s probably one of the better deals a mortal has gotten. Either way, I win. I’ll get Elias back or my soul will be free and I will still have a chance to find him. Who cares if I have to give into Lucian? I’m nearly certain my devils would agree with me. They’ve already come to accept sharing me, and if this cements our eternity ruling Hell? I’ll take this for the team.
I slowly nod my head. “Deal.”
Lucian’s lips crash into mine with my words, and I groan against his mouth, tasting the spicy cinnamon of his kiss deep in my soul. I don’t even have a chance to react before my clothes vanish, and Lucian’s warm hand drags across my stomach, traveling to touch between my legs. And damn. I love and hate how good it feels, giving in to his dark temptation.
If only something didn’t snap through me, stealing my breath. The light blinks out, leaving my vision dark, and Lucian snarls above me.
“Micah! Raven and I made a deal. Stay the fuck back,” Lucian yells, his devil voice vibrating across my skin, pulling me from my haze. His monstrous devil form hovers above me, his horns jutting from his forehead.
Micah responds with a roar, shaking the ground. He rams his big head into Lucian, knocking him off me. One second I’m on the floor, and in the next, I’m cradled in Micah’s arms. “You cannot bully her into deals like that. I won’t allow it.”
I open my mouth to argue with Micah, but his face contorts into his hellish façade, stealing my words. He carries me away.
***
“Micah, come on. Lucian and I made a deal where I win either way. What’s a little soul fucking? It’s my soul, my soulmate, and my decision. I’m trying to not only do my job but also ensure an amazing future for us.” I sit beside him on the edge of the bed, unable to stop my frown. “Please, I need you to be okay with this.”
Sighing, Micah laces his fingers through mine and pulls my hand to his chest. “It’s not that I’m not okay with you being with someone else. I’ve accepted that to enjoy you, I must share you. What bothers me is that I know you wouldn’t do this if Elias were here. You’d never resort to such intimacy with Lucian. He’s no different than before, but he’s adapting. He’s studying you and trying to use his new awareness to get to you.”
I huff a breath. “Micah, that’s nothing new. You were the one to suggest that I give Lucian a chance. You told me that he was acting like this because he was lonely. Now what? I finally found a reason to play nice and you don’t want me to? Is this about you? Are you annoyed I haven’t fucked you yet?”
Orange fire heats up his wicked gaze, and he flares his nostrils. “I’ve told you it was never about sex with me. This is about Elias. He wouldn’t want you to resort to bartering your body for his life.”
I shake my head and tug my hand away from him. “Yeah-fucking-right. I know Elias—”
Growling, he says, “I know him too, Raven. I’ve known him all my existence. Please, give me a chance to figure this out. I have an idea that might work to bring him back and keep your soul away from Lucian.”
I close my eyes for a moment, settling my nerves. If Micah has come up with another way, I will let it play out despite how scared I am of failure. Failing doesn’t just mean Elias dies alone. It means so much more, and I’ve been so used to fighting for my own soul that it’s hard even now to let someone else handle it.
“I can’t allow you more than a day, Micah,” I say, my voice growing soft. “He’s running out of time. This can be easy. And if you’re worried about me falling for Lucian’s manipulation, don’t be. He hasn’t earned his right to be with me. Not like Dante and Kase. Not like Andre and Elias. And especially not like you. You’ve done everything in your power to try to help me, Micah. You care about my soul in a way no one else does, and I know this. I appreciate it.”
Holding up my hand, I show off the glittering ring with the soul he trapped within just for me, still the only jewelry I wear from my devils, though Kase is wearing me down with his desire to bling my body with a hood piercing. “This ring proves it. I wear this in your honor.”
His sharp features soften and he pulls my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles. I get caught in his fiery gaze, my body still buzzing from my strange-ass moment with Lucian. Micah studies me as if he peers right at my soul and plans to touch it how Lucian had. It’s like he wants to make me forget that it ever happened. And suddenly, I want that too.
“Your thoughts, Raven,” Micah murmurs. His eyes break from mine, and he drinks in the rest of me. “You want me. You crave me. I can sense it in your being.”
Heat warms my face as our minds open completely to each other and a wave of Micah’s lust crashes over me, and I let it wash away the craziness of the night. It leaves me wanting to bare more than my soul to him. He’s been far more patient with me than the others, and while he claims our relationship isn’t about sex, I know he desires to experience it. He wants to know me on every level. And I plan to give him what he wants. Take what I desire. Corrupting devils is far more fun than corrupting angels. All it takes is a small stroke of my hand to unleash Micah’s wild side.
I link my fingers to his shirt and tug it over his head the same moment I slide onto his lap and straddle him on the edge of the bed. He moans and braces his body with one hand to stop me from pushing him back. With his other hand, he ignites orange Hell power in his palm and smolders the front of my shirt, the flames leaving me topless for him. He lifts me higher, using only his leg, the pressure of his knee between my legs feeling intense and incredible. He bounces me slightly, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I clutch his hair, grinding against the pressure of his body. Fuck, it feels good.
Giving in to lying on his back, Micah drags me up his chest until my knees hit the bed above his shoulders. He spreads my legs wider and singes the seam of my pants, burning right through them. And then he half transforms, his long tusks caging me in place and holding me still as he drags his tongue across my body, the sensation hot and tingling and so fucking amazing that my whole body trembles.
I stiffen and brace myself, clutching his tusks as an orgasm rips a scream of pleasure from me. Micah falls to his gluttony, only stopping long enough to smile and lick his lips. His tusks vanish as he shifts completely back into his human form only to get me to turn around. And then he starts all over again, eating me out even more desperately. I groan as he slides his tongue from my clit and back and pays extra attention to my ass. I gasp and bow forward, enjoying his gluttonous need for my body.
I can’t reach his cock with my mouth from this position, so I pop the button of his pants open and spit in my hand for extra slipperiness. My touch sets off his devil side, and I’m so fucking glad he can’t see me because damn. His devil cock curves in a way that fascinates me. I want to know what it feels like, the sensations it’ll create, how the curve gives it a grooved texture.
“You want me in my devil form, heathen?” Micah asks, hearing my thoughts. “Are you sure?”
“I love you in every form you take, Micah. You’re my perfect gluttonous sinner. Fuck me however you desire—except my ass. That’s been claimed.” I laugh breathlessly with my words, letting Micah shift me onto the bed.
I expect him to flip me around, but he comes up behind me and flogs me with his long, tough tail, letting me feel the sensation of his Hell form without seeing him. He’s nervous yet excited. I can feel it deep in my being.
“We’ll see about that,” he murmurs, shifting my legs together a bit more as he rests his hulking legs on the outside, though his hands remain the same as he grabs my hair and arches my back to kiss me. “Unlike the other devils, I stretch to fit however you please.”
I don’t get a chance to satiate my curiosity, because Micah thrusts into me, unable to control his wild beast side, dying to claim me. The sensation arouses my very soul, the sensation of his curved, ribbed cock stroking against my G-spot.
