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“I need some sort of answer. Anything is better than nothing.” I pull myself from his arms, putting space between us. I motion toward my cousin. “It won’t hurt her any, right? I mean, any more than being in Hell does?”
“Promise,” Lucian says.
“Then do it. Connect with her.” I hold my arms over my chest and watch in silence as Lucian transforms into his devil façade again. He towers over Tamia as he steps into the circle of hellfire and looks down upon her.
The floor quivers with his movements, and I find myself crossing my legs at my knees and lowering myself to sit. I’m afraid if I remain standing, my legs will give out on me. It’s unsettling to see Tamia here and have Lucian kneeling beside her and touching his palm to her forehead, setting her whole body aglow. But it’s not her body. It’s her soul.
Lucian whispers under his breath, too low for me to hear. I stare at the two of them and wait in silence until Lucian whips his head up and looks at me.
“Ray? Oh, my God, Ray, what’s going on? Where am I? Did it work? Are we in Heaven?” Lucian’s mouth moves, but eerily enough, it’s not his voice that comes out. It’s Tamia’s.
I don’t respond to her question right away. How am I supposed to tell my cousin that she’s in Hell?
“You don’t remember?” This sucks balls. It would be easier if she knew what was happening.
“Remember what?” Tamia asks, using Lucian to speak to me.
I kind of wish that I could speak with Lucian at the same time, too. I’m a coward. I would rather him tell her what happened instead of me. But I know I have to do this. It’s better to find out from someone that cares about her. I need to be brave.
“Tamia, you’re in Hell,” I say, my throat tightening with the words as my eyes water. “You let an angel possess you and tried to kill me. Your actions stole my soulmate from me.” Grief slices my being into pieces as I confront her instead of gently telling her. I can’t help it, though. Talking about Heaven brings out the worst in me.
“I—” Lucian snaps his mouth shut, his expression reminiscent of my cousin despite them looking nothing alike. His features morph from shock, and his face hardens with angry lines, setting his eyes aglow. “I’m in Hell? I don’t understand. How am I in Hell? I did everything that the angel asked of me. She promised that my sacrifice would save us both.”
Lucian shakes his head, whipping it back and forth. He straightens his shoulders and removes his palm from Tamia’s head. Without having to ask him, I know that he disconnected from Tamia’s soul. He scrubs his hands over his face and rises to his feet, stepping out of the flaming circle.
“I’m sorry, Raven,” Lucian says, strolling toward me. He gets to his knees to be more at my level. “She wanted time to think things over.”
“Think things over? How can she think things over if she doesn’t remember?” Resentment and annoyance rush through me, and I scramble to my feet and try to run toward the flaming circle.
Lucian scoops me up and turns me around, restraining me to his chest. His muscles flex, and he doesn’t budge no matter how hard I fight and thrash to break free. I want to confront my cousin. I want to know what she was thinking. I have been without answers for weeks. I thought she was lost. Damn it.
“Bring her back. Get back into her mind and make her talk to me.” I wiggle in Lucian’s arms, trying to find out if I can escape if I fight hard enough. “I deserve answers.”
“Raven, this is not how you’re going to get them. Her soul is in a fragile state, and she’s not resilient like you. Until you decide whether or not you want her to rise as a powerful demon of my level, I’m not sure she will ever be strong enough to give you what you want.” Lucian’s eyes flick over mine as if he can break into my mind and listen to my thoughts. “I’m sorry for bringing you here. I thought I was doing the right thing. Obviously, that’s difficult for me to do.”
I inhale a ragged breath, trying to get my emotions under control. Hell is getting to me. Everything is getting to me. I wish that I didn’t feel like I was on the verge of exploding, and I wish that I could just forget everything involving what happened but I can’t.
“Actually, I’m not even sure if it’s possible.” Lucian purses his lips. “I should just take you back to the Mortal Realm.”
His comment digs into me, and I realize that he feels terrible. It’s not something that I expect from him, and I feel my soul drawing to his.
Leaning closer, I surprise him by crashing my mouth to his, kissing him in a way that I have never done before. It isn’t out of desperation or anger. It isn’t to get something I want or because he manipulated me into doing so. I kiss him for the sole reason that I want to.
And fuck, does he react.
Lucian tangles his fingers through my hair and doesn’t let me ease away, guaranteeing that he steals my breath. It’s not that I want to stop him anyway. All I want to do is explore his mouth, taste his tongue, and really find out what it’s like to be with the most notorious devil.
I rub my fingers over his head, feeling his short hair until his devil form starts to break free, riled up by the passion between us. I gasp at the points of his horns pricking my palms, but he keeps them in check. He doesn’t turn into his beastly form like I expect. He remains as human as I am, even in Hell. Even in his kingdom where he is most powerful as a devil. But this isn’t about power. This is about something more. It’s about his darkness twisting with my light and what it does to us.
He breaks away from my mouth and kisses my jaw, working his way down my neck as his hand moves between my legs. Fuck. I know that he will push me to my limit, and I won’t stop either. I’ll let him do as he pleases.
“I’ve thought about this for a century,” Lucian says, his breath heavy with his desire. “I thought about it even more the last month. I want all of you. Give me what I want, Raven.”
Damn it. I want to. I want to submit to his desire to fuck my brains out. I want him to bend me over and fuck the Hell into me like he has promised over and over again since I’ve met him. I think I’m ready to cross that line with him, because I know that the other devils will keep him in place. And if they don’t, I will. I’m no longer afraid to face him or any of the other demons in Hell, for that matter. They will bow to me, just as Lucian has.
“I won’t give you anything,” I say, bowing to nip his shoulder with my teeth, rolling my hips to feel his hand rub against the fabric of my pants. “But I give you permission to take it. Show me that you aren’t all talk. Fuck me and make me scream your name.”
Lucian releases a guttural noise from his throat, and the sexy sound vibrates over my clavicle as he lifts me higher and kisses the top of my boobs peeking out from my low-cut shirt.
