Nadya's POV "Come on, let us have a taste, sweetheart! I won't bite—MUCH!"Coming boldly into Gehenna like this without any family or fellow Templari for backup had clearly been a mistake. Even if I did find Jonathan passed out in a blood fountain not too far from the south exit."I would rather you didn't…" It took every ounce of strength I had to hold her top arms away from myself, the second set flailed behind her, the angle too awkward to get a proper grip on me. "Seems like I might end up regretting it."The demoness had pinned me to a table, her body stretched out over mine, backward feet hooked over my heeled boots to keep me in place. The General of Lust wiggled her forked tongue at me, rolling it in a way that was meant to be suggestive. I mean, it was! Save for the leonine press of her mouth, which was odder than a true detriment, she was gorgeous. Drop dead sultry-eyed with a body that reminded me of mid-20th century pin-up girls: buxom and leggy."Come on
Remmy's POV "Later!" Abezethibod threw the table from the pair of us as the redheaded woman squared herself like she was about to get into a fistfight. With a General of Hell. She was either wildly overestimating herself, or she was more powerful than I'd anticipated. With her Grace, I was hoping it was the latter than the former, otherwise, she was in for a rude awakening of the life-ending variety. "I hope you know how to fight!"I scoffed at that, and the tingle of Grace still left in my reserves found upon my pride."I think I'll manage just fine," I said drily, removing my overcoat and sweatshirt so I was left in my t-shirt and jeans. The redhead woman looked at me like I was missing a few screws as I calmly folded my clothes and left them at the bar behind us. Well, she was a judgmental little thing, wasn't she?"You a warlock or something?" She dodged to her left, avoiding Abezethibod's tail strike, the leather whip leaving grooves longer than the man's current body
Remmy's POV "Fuck me, please," her voice went straight to my aching cock as she kissed a line up my neck and along my jaw, sharp blood-red nails scratching under the threadbare cotton of my t-shirt. "I know you'd give it to me good, gorgeous."She was under duress, you dip-shit! Here you were, getting hard at the prospect of a mortal wanting you, and she was suffering the magical backlash of her own powers. She'd been demon-roofied, and you were fighting the urge of wanting to get your dick wet. Embarrassing! What kind of angel was I?Maybe Michael was right, and we were a disgrace to the Host. It certainly felt like it at this moment."Oh," her hand cupped the bulge in my jeans, and I had to resist the urge to buck in order to grab her by her wrists to ward off her attack. "Big boy is a BIG fucking boy.""Thank you." And now I was puffing up like a prideful idiot, you absolute buffoon. "But we should really be getting you home, Miss…?""Nadya, Nadya Simmons." She
Nadya's POV "Fuck!"The angel—God, that's what he was, wasn't he? This was all sorts of wrong—Remmy yanked back my covers as a man possessed. And, maybe he was. I saw the way his eyes changed, the lightning sparks within intensifying, and he leaned over to kiss me deeply."Zohnivas!" His baritone flattened across my body as Enochian whispers released me from the binding spell he put me under. "Come here, Nadya. I want you to touch me. I want to touch you.""Jesus Christ," I whispered into his soft lips, slightly chapped from the outside. Just the right amount of roughness to have me go limp in his arms as he kissed me deeply. I…I know I should have stopped him, I was still a tad infectious, but that little logical part of me got tossed away to the side from the demon's influence. I wanted him on me, over me, in me. "Please, please touch me!"It didn't take me long to toss away his raggedy little shirt as I rolled out of bed, on my knees. My hands were already skirting a
Remmy's POV I'd royally fucked up.As an angel of the Heavenly Host and former commander of the Third Choir, I could wholeheartedly admit to fucking up on occasion. It seldom happened, but it did happen.Like last night. Last night had been a very bad mistake.A mistake that was currently snoring into my ear with all the gusto of a lumberjack with sinus problems. She should probably get that checked out. But after I left. Way after I left.I knew something was horribly wrong before I realized it was the snoring that woke me up.The bed was a big clue.A California king, it took up almost eighty percent of the room save for a slim nightstand that seemed to double as a jewelry case and beer cozy. Maybe more, but I wasn't too keen on finding out. Creator preserve me, it was hard conjuring up the strength to get out of that bed! I weaseled my body around, feeling boneless in the luxury of a quality mattress, and removed myself from Nadya's octopus-like stranglehold th
Nadya's POV "I am going to SHIT if he does not show up at this restaurant in the next ten seconds."Yulia put her cigarette to her lips, leg bouncing as she sat in the plush pleather seats of Simmons Diner, the family restaurant.We were in the back in the VIP section. The diner closed for the next week in preparation for the wedding that had apparently been canceled. I sank into my seat in the middle of the awkward sibling line, praying that my date got the shits and wouldn't be able to make it.The angry tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and Yulia's leg bouncing didn't help. Her ginger hair was in a severe ponytail that bobbed as she bounced, and her bubble vest matched her pink Uggs, a sharp contrast to her designer black turtleneck and athleisure wear leggings. Her sunglasses hid the hangover she was doing a poor job of nursing as she stabbed her fries into the ketchup in a way I knew meant she was imagining me.I sank deeper."Maybe
Nadya's POV "Hey! You don't have to fucking push so hard!"We were on our way to Gehenna, Zee pushing me from behind, back to his human form again while we were out in public. Didn't want to scare the masses I guess. How considerate."I'll do what I want, Missy." His eyes were still golden, but he'd kept them changed, the cat-like slits of his pupil hard to see in the dark. "Besides, it's not really up to me. I got what I wanted. Now it's the Boss Man's turn."The way he made it sound.We only kissed.After he hollered at me to summon Remmy—which I couldn't do even if I knew how to do it—Zee had begun pacing. Muttering to himself. I was this close to banishing him when he'd something that threw me off guard."Can you sing for me?"I'd asked him what the fuck he'd meant, knowing full well exactly what he meant, but I wanted to hear how he'd known that line. Remmy was the ONLY person outside a couple of rounds of drunken karaoke among my sisters that had asked
Zee's POV "And the First Light of MorningWoke to usher the first dawn in HellAnd cried as it happened.For the Light was a weak and paltry thingAnd lacked the Warmth He was accustomed toNow that they were in the dark.He asked for forgiveness,Begged for it,And heard—for the first time,Nothing in return."~ The Book of Lost DaysLilith 2:1-2 "You know life would be a lot easier if you didn't scream as much…"I wiggled my pinky finger in my ear, trying—but failing—to knock loose some of the blood that managed to worm its way in there after my last client. I hated when humans gushed, like popping a tick after it's fed for a while. Dis-freakin'-gustin'!The woman I'd dragged down into the Pit with me had the nerve to grab my leg, doubling down on her crocodile tears. She was putting her all into the waterworks. I sighed, snapping my wrist back so my fiery whip made out of the spine of the first human I'd slaughtered for the opposing team coiled loosely around my