Page 32 of The River of Fire

Knowing my lamb is confined to my bedchamber, her warm body available for my use at my whim, my spirits are better than I can recall them being in untold years.

I am nearly at my throne as I sense a presence behind me.

“I didn’t know your face could do that.”

Why can’t I have a few hours without my son hounding my steps?

“What?” I growl.

“Smile when you’re not torturing offenders,” he replies with a smirk.

I have decided now – he will spend the night in the dungeons again.

“Wait!” he interjects, sensing my intentions out of centuries of habit.

“What?” I repeat, looking at him.

“The Fallen. I imagine her team member that Naamah, uh… occupied, will be returning to Abaddon at any moment. If you’re keeping the girl here, you should prepare.”

He is correct and I do have a plan, but perhaps I should set it in motion earlier than I intended.

“I will have a message sent to Maalik, assuring him that she will be mostly undamaged.”

“Good,” he breathes. “Would be a shame if that delicious-looking sna–”

His screams interrupt him as he plummets down to the cells under my throne room.

Chapter 24 – Kevin

Iwake up slowly. Lifting my arms up to stretch, I feel the sore muscles, my well-used dick giving a twinge in protest to the friction against the sheets.

Huh. The last thing I remember was that hot as fuck succubus riding my face as she deep-throated me like a pro. I must have taken a nap after, and Lana’s going to smother me with my pillow.

Wait, sheets? Why is there a pillow, how am I in a bed? Opening my eyes in alarm, I see that I’m also in my room. How the fuck did I get home? I don’t remember getting here. Lana must have taken me home… somehow.Fuck.

I shoot out of bed, see that I slept in my leathers, and waste no time bursting out of my room and sprinting in the direction of the wing she sleeps in.

Hearing voices in the atrium, I poke my head throughan archway to see Maalik, Daniel, Ramel, and Corson in conversation over a sheet of paper.

“Well, Romeo’s awake,” Corson snickers.

I speak through the lump in my throat to ask, “Where’s Lana?”

“Now he cares,” Ramel grits out.

“The archdemon Ashtaroth has her,” Daniel supplies.

“What?” I gape at them, my gaze stopping on Maalik who’s still holding the letter. I silently beg him to tell me this is all a joke, a little harmless retribution for Lana having to drag my ass home.

“You stumbled home walking like a cowboy, completely addled and pale,” Maalik says.

“We presumed you were attacked and Lana taken,” Daniel adds. “This letter confirms it.”

A heavy weight sinks into my stomach and I flush, unable to look at them. I can’t hide this. I fucked up and my friend and team leader is paying the price. “I, uh… I went to the succubus willingly,” I confess.

Corson scoffs. “Well, I guess you learned not to put your dick over your team members, didn’t you kid?”

I want to die.