Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Right.”
“We closed the Gates when we trapped Paimon. Yet...” He holds out his hand and summons hellfire, just the way I did not that long ago.
“They’ve been opened, haven’t they?”
“Not quite. Though instead of something getting out, I think something else went in.”
“Why would a demon go to Hell like that?”
Lucifer closes his fist, putting out the fire. “To challenge Paimon.”
“Challenge?”
“Yes. You and I know there is no way for Paimon to sit on the throne without archangel blood. But if other demons think he’s found a way…”
“Then they’ll want to try to claim the throne as well.”
“Correct. Which means you need to be careful, dear niece. There are no rules when it comes to demonic warfare. Though I do know it can be a bit of a game of numbers, and the more demons one has beneath them, the better their chances of winning. And what better way to gain followers than to kill the almighty nephilim?”
Gasping, I sit up. My heart is racing and Lucifer’s words echo around me.
“Callie?” Lucas’s cold hand lands on my arm. “Are you all right?”
“Bad dream,” I blurt. Technically, it’s not a lie and for a split second, I convince myself that’s all it was. It could be for all I know.
Other than I fucking know better.
“Come here.” Lucas gently pulls me to him, and I surrender into his embrace. He turned the heated blanket on, warming his otherwise room-temperature body. “What was the dream about?”
“It wasn’t quite a dream. I think.” Letting out a breath, I shake my head, cheek brushing over Lucas’s firm chest. “Lucifer came to me.”
“The same way he did before?”
“Yeah.” I swallow hard, feeling my heart start to race and my throat close up. When will I ever catch a fucking break? “He said he sensed a powerful demon right before the spell was cast, and that he thinks the Gates were cracked open because another demon wants in.”
“Into Hell?” he asks incredulously, mind going to the same place mine went. “Why would a demon want to go into hell?”
“To challenge Paimon. We know you need archangel blood to sit on the throne, but not everyone might have gotten the memo. And…” I start, letting out another breath as I let my eyes fall shut. “Does it really matter if you’re sitting on the throne? It shows power to be able to claim the literal throne, but if no one can sit on it and Hell is otherwise occupied, does it really matter?”
Lucas takes a moment to answer, considering his words. “I suppose not. You’re right; if no one is able to stake a claim to the power Lucifer is able to wield, then the crown would fall to the next in line.”
“Exactly,” I say and feel another chill run down my spine. “How long will the demons wait before reconstructing the hierarchy of Hell is the question. And not one we’ll get an advanced answer on.”
“That is something we need to consider,” he tells me. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen a regime overthrown and totally reconstructed.”
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“And now he hasn’t just loosened the lease, he’s unclipped it from their collars completely.”
Silence falls over us as the new reality of how things can—yet again—go from bad to worse hits us.
“You should sleep,” Lucas says after a few minutes.
“Kinda hard to sleep after that.”
“What if I exhausted you with multiple orgasms?”
I raise my eyebrows and look up at him. “You just gave me multiple orgasms.”
“Are you saying no?”
My lips curve into a smile knowing there is no way I’m turning him down. “Game on, Mr. King.”
Lucas moves with vampire speed, flipping us over and moving down between my legs. He kisses my inner thigh, tongue lashing out, teasing me. I settle back against the pillows, looking down at him as he gets to work. His fangs brush against my flesh, and the shiver that runs through me this time is welcome. I press one hand against the mattress, fingers curling around the sheets. I bring the other hand up, slipping it under the lace of my nightgown so I canClick here to enter text. touch my breasts. Lucas looks up and growls with hunger, getting turned on Click here to enter text.seeing meClick here to enter text. caress myself.
Anticipating him taking his time, making me quiver with anticipated pleasure before giving in, I gasp when instead he puts his mouth right to me, licking and sucking at my clit. My lips part as heat rushes through me. It shouldn’t be possible for him to get me going this fast, yet Lucas knows me, body and mind, and the love I feel for him only fuels my desire.