Page 68 of Hunted By Fear

There’s nothing soft about this kiss as he presses his lips to mine with nearly bruising force. It’s enough that my arms give, and I fall back on the bed behind me, his bed. Unwilling to break contact, he follows me down, his tongue running along my lower lip as if asking for entry.

I shouldn’t; I hardly even know him, but Bast said he was made for me, and despite how crazy that sounds, itfeelsright.

I hesitate for a moment before opening, and he pounces, his tongue dipping into my mouth to taste me as his flavor once again hits me, our shared groans of pleasure mixing and making my already growing need ten times worse.

His hands are on my face, around my neck, in my hair, trailing down my side, everywhere but the one place I want them.

Wait, what?

It takes me longer than I’d like to admit before I finally remember myself. Tentatively, I reach up, brushing a hand through his hair as my tongue moves with his, my breathing coming in harsh pants as my body comes alive with a fire I’ve never felt before.

Fuck, his hair is soft.

His chest rumbles, vibrating my own, and I smile against his lips.

Apparently, he enjoys having his hair played with.

One second he’s pressed against me, allowing me to feel every hard plane of his body as we explore each other’s mouths, and the next, he’s gone.

Blinking hard, I press back up on my elbows and look around. Usually, when they teleport, I feel it, like static in the room, but this wasn’t like that.

Lucifer stands near the fireplace, breathing hard. He braces his hands on the mantle, leaning down before standing back up, and I swallow down the urge to apologize again.

He kissed me this time, though.

I stay quiet, watching him as he struggles with, I don’t even know what, before finally turning back to me. He still seems slightly off, and his eyes are still black, but when he moves back to the bed, he seems to be in control enough.

Without a word, he reaches for me, and I move toward him. I’m not sure if it’s smart or not, but the pull I feel to him isn’t something I want to fight.

Unlike him, I enjoyed our kiss.

His arms wrap around me, scooping me up bridal style before he heads toward the door and down the hall.

He could have just as easily teleported us back to my room, but when we go to the other end of the hall and find my door, I get the feeling he made a conscious decision to let me know how close we are.

Bast is still in bed, and Ruin is in the chair near the fire; neither stirs as Lucifer walks into the room, gently placing me back in bed. He won’t meet my gaze as he pulls up the covers, tucking me in: it’s sweet but also makes my heart squeeze in my chest.

Is this him telling me to stay away?

Giving me back to Bast—maybe he doesn’t want me?

“Get some sleep, Moonlight. I’ll find a way to free you from him, just like I promised. Until then, I’ll be here when you need me. All you have to do is call for me, always.”

He presses his lips to my head and is gone before I can respond. I lay there confused and sad, missing him despite himjust being here. Bast rolls over, his arm tucking around my waist and pulling me back into his warm chest, and I can’t fight sleep as it pulls me under. My dreams are full of a devil who looks at me as if I’m the moonlight after years left in the dark.

Kai and Asta have both called out to me, but I keep my mind closed. I don’t know what they want for sure, but I’ve got a pretty good idea, and honestly, I don’t want to talk about it.

It’s no secret I hate this place.

The Forbidden Library of Bibliotheca, my domain, the part of the realm I am responsible for.

When we’d first fallen with Lucifer, I’d been devastated. We all had, but we built Hell together, and as such, Lucifer gave us ways to stay busy. Places he deemed ours, and while they weren’t a reward exactly, I know they were his way of saying thank you for staying by his side, though I could think of no better place to be. Lucifer is my friend, my brother, and despite him going against Father, I believe his questions were valid.

Hell isn’t like Heaven, though; we chose what we wanted. In Heaven, I was a scholar; knowledge was all I knew, and as such, I thought it was what I wanted.

I was wrong, and after a few centuries, I realized I loathed anything that reminded me of my time with divine power.

It was all a waste, a joke, and a scam.