Page 2 of Undesirable (Devilish #3)

Lucifer grabbed Riku’s ass and hauled him closer. He loved the way their bodies felt together. It was even better when he was inside Riku. “This is more fun.”

“I’d hope so. Hell doesn’t sound fun.”

Lucifer smirked at the comment. “It can be.”

With his arms wrapped around Lucifer’s neck, he toyed with the ends of Lucifer’s hair. Chill bumps skirted across Lucifer’s skin. A wicked light entered Riku’s eyes. “With you there, I’ll bet.”

He was in a mood tonight. Those horrible hopes bolstered, making each breath harder to take.

He wanted this. Lucifer wasn’t used to asking for permission for anything.

He wouldn’t in this case either, but he needed Riku to want him.

Lucifer loathed the idea of never knowing if Riku would’ve chosen him of his own free will.

If he forced Lucifer’s hand, Lucifer would act accordingly, but he desperately wanted the mating other pairings received.

It was supposed to be beautiful. There was nothing like that in his life.

All that was good had been stripped away.

Lucifer motioned with his head toward the woods. “I didn’t know you had a hidden desire to be a father.”

“Maybe I just needed a partner in crime so I wouldn’t feel guilty for letting go for one night.”

Lucifer didn’t understand why Riku couldn’t see that he could offer Riku an eternity of freedom from the chains he gave himself. “You’re feeling reckless, huh?” He unfurled his wings. “You’d better hang on.” That was all the warning he gave before taking off.

Riku clung to him, laughing against his neck as Lucifer soared through the air at speeds that would kill a mortal.

He twisted and flipped, becoming a living roller coaster ride.

Riku’s happiness and laughter drove him.

He saw inside Riku’s mind and heart. Riku loved him and wanted this life with him.

Lucifer couldn’t understand why Riku wouldn’t just give in.

He got that Riku was a creation of Jormungandr, and that ridiculous snake had been prophesied to be the destructors of the world.

Lucifer knew Riku feared their pairing would be the thing that threw the snake into a tantrum.

Personally, Lucifer thought Jormungandr didn’t give two shits about Riku and didn’t even remember creating him.

That spoiled god had bigger reasons to hate Lucifer.

His thoughts darkened. There was nothing standing in their way except Riku.

The time had come to choose: this place or him.

Lucifer slowed and gently floated back to the ground.

He didn’t land by the fire. Lucifer shifted through time and space, landing next to Riku’s bed.

He didn’t release his prize. Riku didn’t seem to be in any hurry to let go either.

His lips skimmed Lucifer’s neck before he nibbled the same spot.

Lucifer had to take a deep breath. Patience wasn’t a word he knew.

Riku sucked the place he had bitten. A moan rose inside Lucifer’s throat.

He couldn’t stop the sound from falling from his lips .

Don’t tease me. Lucifer sent out the thought. He wanted the connection of being in each other’s minds. It fed his darkness, knowing he was so close to owning all of Riku. Riku was every bit as powerful as Lucifer. He just didn’t realize it or unleash it.

I never tease you.

Satisfaction poured through him as the words brushed his brain.

He took Riku down onto the bed, covering Riku’s body with his.

That’s not the least bit true. He captured Riku’s mouth.

Lucifer ran his hand down Riku’s body. His clothes disappeared beneath his touch.

Lucifer willed his own clothes away too, leaving their nude bodies molded together.

Riku moaned. The sound vibrated through their kiss.

Lucifer didn’t put away his wings. They were as long as his body and kept them warm. He was used to the heat of Hell, and Riku was a snake born of the heavens. This world was cold. Lucifer resented the way Riku kept forcing him to come here, where they were equally miserable.

Their bodies moved together, as if seeking more without any need for their minds.

It was natural and instinctual for them to be one.

They were two halves, fitting together seamlessly.

Each created for the other. Being apart was physically painful sometimes.

Lucifer always felt Riku missing from him. It was torturous.

Their fingers linked. It wasn’t enough. Greediness overwhelmed him.

With a single thought, he had Riku lubed and ready to go.

It wasn’t in his nature to wait or ask. The only pleasure that mattered was his.

He shifted positions and impaled Riku. Lucifer felt everything Riku felt.

He shifted positions again to get a better angle.

Riku’s pleasure was his ecstasy. Lucifer had to please himself.

He was greedy like that. Lucifer rocked inside Riku, savoring every moment.

They didn’t speak. There wasn’t a need. Plus, Lucifer was overwhelmed.

It was like this every time he was with Riku.

He hadn’t known anything pure before Riku.

The idea of them always fucked with his head.

He was the fallen one, banished from all things good.

Yet he had been given this, and it didn’t make sense.

The closer he took them toward the edge, the clearer everything became and the darker he turned.

Riku made no attempt to bite him. This was a new level of torment.

Maybe the gods had gotten bored and devised this new way to punish him.

It worked. He was officially being torn to shreds.

I feel your pain, and it’s killing me.

Then let’s make it stop. He had to. Lucifer tore his mouth away and did the only thing his sanity could handle.

He bit Riku. Blood filled his mouth. He drank, bathing in the euphoria of finally tying his mate to him.

Riku would feel him in ways he never had before after this.

He belonged to Lucifer. Lucifer owned him and it was pure bliss.

Except Riku didn’t do the same. He writhed beneath Lucifer, but he didn’t claim him. Rage and hurt built to a level he had never known.

Bite me.

Riku gasped for air. He was on the edge. Lucifer felt it.

Bite me, Riku. Please? I’ve never begged anyone for anything in my entire existence, but I’m begging you. Claim me. Please?

The ugly desperation hung between them for a heartbeat as their gazes met. Lucifer knew. Riku would never choose him. The pain made him dangerous. He was like an injured animal ready to tear apart the only thing he loved more than himself. The only thing he loved, period.

“I never thought I could hate you.” He vanished and reappeared inside his bedroom in Hell, leaving behind his black heart.

A roar tore from him that shook the earth.

With his eyes squeezed closed and his fists clenched, he screamed, hoping to make the anger smaller.

The walls vibrated and glass shattered. He felt all the demons scrambling for cover.

His vision turned red and then black. When he could see again, blood coated his hands and arms. He smelled the copper on his face.

As always, he had no clue what he had done.

In the end, he was left fighting for air and he was still empty.

It was over. They were done. He was done.