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“That wasn’t Michael’s choice; he answered to a higher power. Lucifer…ugh. Diana, you need to understand something about him–he’s unpredictable. Dangerous.Ruthless. He was the founder and ruler of Hell for such a long time for a reason, and he still would be if he hadn’t given it all up. Imagine someone with Bash’s intelligence, my motivation, Mal’s stone-cold bitch-face, and Ares’ craziness, and multiply that by a thousand. Everything he did was for a calculated reason.”
“Well, when I meet him, I’m asking him about it,” I said. I needed to know why.
“As you should. What are you going to do about Michael?” he asked me.
“Ignore him…” I had no intention of forming a father-daughter relationship with him. “After what he did to Zaz and I, I’m not really fond of him.”
Desmond rubbed my back, and rolled me on top of him. I could feel his semi-hard dick beneath me and was contemplating whether or not I wanted to grind on it and make something happen. Charlie was always telling me that emotional sex was good in the moment, but not worth the fallout. I had also learned that lesson a million times myself, but I was feeling the dumb bitch vibes so strongly today that I just didn’t care. Maybe getting wrecked by his monster dick would make me feel better right now, and I was okay with that. He grabbed my hands, holding them at my sides, rendering me still. After sitting up, he kissed me. His tongue stroked lazily over mine, slowly tracing around the inside of my mouth. I suddenly felt sleepy, like I had taken one of Angie’s Ambien pills.
“You need a good night’s sleep, dollface. I’m sure tomorrow is going to be a busy day,” Desmond said.
“You did this to me,” I yawned. He pulled his covers back, and I jostled myself beneath them. “You play dirty, demon.”
“That I do,” he said as he laid next to me, pulling me into his chest. “But sleep is going to make coming down from all my emotional manipulation magic a lot easier.”
The compulsion to sleep was so heavy that I had no chance of staying awake. Desmond’s arms felt so sturdy and safe that I didn’t want to fight it. The last thought I had on my way out was that Desmond was right. Whether or not I wanted to, I had to fight Red–it came down to survival. The war had to be fought and won so I could have a life after everything was said and done. Tonight was the last time I was going to cry about it.Tomorrow will be a new day.
Chapter 7
After Michael dropped that bomb on Diana at dinner, she ran away from the table sobbing, right into Desmond’s bed. He followed her up and spent hours holding her while she cried. Part of me felt for her. I was born of hellfire thousands of years ago–I had always existed as I am now. But if I had two fathers who’d abandoned me, I imagined I would have reacted the same way. The only reason I let Michael leave without castrating him and jarring his balls in formaldehyde was because Desmond mindlinked all of us to stand down. No matter how fucking shady Michael was, we’d need him to locate Lucifer. Diana couldn’t have chosen two more powerful fathers if she tried. With both of them on our side, we’d have a better chance of defeating Red.Maybe we can even help Lucifer retake the throne.Lucifer Morningstarwas aptly named, because he was a beloved figure throughout the supernatural world, and Hell would surely support him reprising his leadership. That would be a conversation for another time, though.
Another part of me was furious at her for making me worry so much. She had run away from us, and we watched her die. I’d spent a month searching every corner of the globe for her, fretting over her constantly, and suffering through sleepless nights because the thought of never seeing her again broke me inside. Just because I knew she was alive, didn’t mean I knew she was safe. She could have been held captive and tortured by Red, or another one of our numerous enemies. She could have somehow ended up in the fourth realm, lost to us forever.
Then she had the nerve to be angry at me, refuse my gift, and ignore me the whole evening. No warm reunion. Nothank you. NoI miss you. She spent half of dinner flirting with my ex to make me jealous. I doubt Azazel told her everything about us, but I saw the heat in his eyes when he looked at her…the way he acted like she was the only person in the room. It went way beyond how a guardian treated their charge, and I suspected it had nothing to do with a soulbond either–that kind of bond didn’t cause romantic feelings. He wanted her, just like we did. He and I both had an unbreakable connection to her, and I’d have to face how fucked up things were between us eventually.
Diana Rossi treated me like a persona non grata, not the man who claimed her heart and soul. She spent the night crying in another man’s arms. I didn’t care if it was Desmond’s arms–she should have come to me.I should be the man she needs more than anyone else.She needed to learn how things were meant to be.
After he calmed down, Azazel faded home to pack his things. I wasn’t sure how I felt about him moving in with us, given the bloody mess between him, Desmond, and myself. But I knew it was the right move. The more support Diana had, the better. Mal spent the rest of the evening in his room, doing whatever he did while he was alone. Ares left the house after he realized Diana wasn’t coming back down. He had his own ragey, jealous feelings to work through, and I counted us all lucky he chose to do that elsewhere. We only had so many safehouses, and we couldn’t afford for him to burn this one to the ground right now.
I waited until I heard soft breathing coming from Desmond’s room. We never had the time to set up door wards, so I faded right to the edge of his bed. Desmond and Diana laid snuggled together, making a picture of domesticity. His arms squeezed her tightly as her head rested against his shirtless chest. There was barely any space between them. I slid in behind her, grabbing her free hand and wrapping my other arm around her. Inhaling her scent, I took a few minutes to lay with her, appreciating the curves of her body. A month was too long to spend sleeping apart. She hadn’t restored her mental wards after she came out of equilibrium, and given how upset she was, her mind was rattled. Breaking into her subconscious was too easy.
The dreamscape I wove was simple. She laid on her back in bed, in nothing but a white tank top and black cheeky knickers. The Kindle in her hands absorbed all of her focus. She looked so innocent…so unsuspecting of the incubus lurking at the edge of her dream, ready to devour her. By the time I was through with her, she’d know exactly who she belonged to. Her anger would be a passing whim.
I got onto the bed, prowling toward her on my hands and knees until I was close enough to part her thighs. The creamy skin there erupted in goosebumps that felt cold to the touch. Her cunt looked so good in black silk, but it would look even better bare, wet, and swollen from being thoroughly fucked.
“Bash, what are you doing here?” she asked, shock evident on her fresh face. She set her tablet on an end table as she glowered at me. She tried to close her legs, but I held them open. “Did you seriously invade my dreams?! Get the fuck out.”
I lowered my head, running my nose straight up the middle of her cunt, the potent smell of her pheromones and power turning me into an insatiable monster. “I came to visit you, since you didn’t talk to me much at dinner,” I retorted as I ran one hand up her thigh, until my fingers skimmed just under the edge of the fabric.So warm and soft.
“Well, you can leave. I have nothing to say to you until you apologize. I’m done with your possessive, psycho bullshit.”That’s what she thought was a firm tone?The hitch of her breath and the way her eyes widened when I slid my finger along her cunt lips told me otherwise.
For someone who wanted me to leave, she didn’t fight me on it. All I did was weave a dreamscape. She could easily control the dream if she wanted to. If she chose to, this dream would end right here and now if she woke up. She could try to deny me all she wanted, but deep down, sheknewshe was mine. Sheknewbeyond a doubt that she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
“That’s fine, you don’t need to talk for what I have in mind. I would rather you listen,” I directed. “I’m not apologizing to you, because I don’t regret what I did. I’ll never be sorry for claiming you.”
“You’re an arrogant, obsessive asshole…I hate you,” she breathed as my finger circled her wet entrance. She took a deep breath in.
“But I’myourarrogant, obsessive asshole, and you love it. You love that I’m so obsessed with you that I marked you for myself. You love that I’m arrogant enough to take what I want. It turns you on that my claim over you means I own you…your body…yourpleasure.”
She shook her head, gasping as I plunged my finger inside her, feeling her tight, wet heat. Her entire body shivered. Being inside her after being apart for so long feltright. She had to feel the connection between us just as intensely as I did.
“Admit it, Birdie. You feel our bond. Even when you were spitting mad at me during dinner and refused to look at me, you felt the pull between us. The only thing you hate is that you don’t actually hate me or the idea of being mine at all.”
As I pumped my finger inside her and fingered her tight heat, she narrowed her gaze at me. Her hips rolled slightly with my movement, until she realized what she was doing and stopped. She was so precious when she tried to be mad.
“I do feel it, all the time, despite never asking for it. Just because you call meBirdiedoesn’t mean I want to be caged. Did you ever consider that I don’t want to be yours? That the thought of being someone’s possession makes me sick? Treating me like this in bed is one thing, but you don’t treat me like this outside of the bedroom.”
I added a second finger, and she stifled her impending moan. “Oh, yeah, you look so sick. You’re not enjoying this at all,” I quipped as I ripped her panties off, throwing them on the ground. “I can give you everything, Birdie. Anything you want, except letting you go. I’llneverlet you go.”
