Lucifer. With a flash of his hand, Lucifer pinned Blaéz to the wall. Snarled, “No one interferes with my plans! Pity you don’t have wings to add to my collection — no matter—” He shoved his hand into Blaéz’s chest. Pain exploded, surging through him… then unending silence.
Lucifer laughed, staring at the shimmery, silvery blue orb glowing in his palm “Well now, the soul of a god—”
“Is mine,” a dark shadow growled.
A sudden tremor tore through the grounds, Lucifer staggered. Rubble rained down as the soul flew from his grip. Blaéz stumbled and dropped to his knees. Sly laughter rippled in the crumbling cavern… only then did he see the demon who’d snatched his soul. No—
Cool fingers touched his brow. “Shhh, it’s okay…” The soft voice like sunlight slipped through the storm raging inside him, anchoring him.
***
Gray, early morning light crept through the undrawn drapes when Blaéz awoke — his head groggy, so sure someone had stuffed wool inside his skull. Something was off. He frowned and glanced around him in the obscure light. Two things registered at once.
One, he was in a strange bedroom. Two, he felt different. He felt … and became aware of the stiffness between his thighs.
What the—
A soft, breathy sigh teased his neck. He tensed. A warm body, soft curves… A female lay curled up beside him. Her thigh thrown over his, her arm slung around his waist. Her scent was soft and mesmerizing.
She stirred. Silky hair tickled his shoulder as she shifted and laid cool fingers over his brow, her touch overwhelmed him. If this were a dream, he didn't want to wake up.
“Blaéz?” Her husky whisper licked over his senses.
He pulled her hand away. Turning, he trailed his nose down her jaw and breathed her into him; she was the very air he needed to survive. She was the one he’d waited centuries for. The only one who broke through the void he’d been trapped in for millennia.
He let his lips lightly touch hers, still unsure if she were a mirage of his desperate mind. He didn't want to ruin this with his lack of finesse. A soft sigh escaped her to caress his neck. He nuzzled her jaw then slid his lips to hers and let his instinct take over — do what he wanted to from the moment he met her — he sucked on her full lower lip. Soft, decadent, she tasted incredible. Her fingers threaded through his hair then moved down to his shoulders. He grabbed her hands, pinning her wrists over her head. He didn't want her touching the ugliness marking his back. He shifted over her for a better grip.
At the impossibly sensual feel of her body beneath his, Blaéz stilled, absorbing the sensation… her hips cradling him… his cock pressing into the heated V between her thighs. A soft, pained groan escaped him.
“Blaéz?” Hazel eyes lustrous with need met his.
He covered her mouth with his. Her lips parted and she stroked his tongue. Her taste intoxicated him. His control fragmented. He deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue and demanding everything she had.
She yanked one hand free, her fingers sifting through his hair — images flashed in his mind. Voices intruded, unhinging him.
“Finally, you are mine.” Maloch seized his long hair, showing him the glowing silvery-blue sphere with a delighted smirk. “I waited a long time to own you… so perfect,” he crooned.
Never. Blaéz leaped for him.
“Blaéz?”
With a flick of his hand, Maloch pinned him down flat on the ground on his belly. He ran his fingers over Blaéz’s back, tracing the raw wounds. “Pity about the scars, but you forced me. Why did you think you could ever escape me?” His hands trailed down Blaéz’s hips, stroking and squeezing his backside over his thin, worn pants. Fury escalated. Maloch reached between Blaéz’s thighs and fondled his cock.
Like a cork popping, Blaéz lashed out—
A loud crash. Glass tinkled like rain.
“Blaéz!”
Thick fear slammed into him. Yanked him back from the
Lucifer laughed, staring at the shimmery, silvery blue orb glowing in his palm “Well now, the soul of a god—”
“Is mine,” a dark shadow growled.
A sudden tremor tore through the grounds, Lucifer staggered. Rubble rained down as the soul flew from his grip. Blaéz stumbled and dropped to his knees. Sly laughter rippled in the crumbling cavern… only then did he see the demon who’d snatched his soul. No—
Cool fingers touched his brow. “Shhh, it’s okay…” The soft voice like sunlight slipped through the storm raging inside him, anchoring him.
***
Gray, early morning light crept through the undrawn drapes when Blaéz awoke — his head groggy, so sure someone had stuffed wool inside his skull. Something was off. He frowned and glanced around him in the obscure light. Two things registered at once.
One, he was in a strange bedroom. Two, he felt different. He felt … and became aware of the stiffness between his thighs.
What the—
A soft, breathy sigh teased his neck. He tensed. A warm body, soft curves… A female lay curled up beside him. Her thigh thrown over his, her arm slung around his waist. Her scent was soft and mesmerizing.
She stirred. Silky hair tickled his shoulder as she shifted and laid cool fingers over his brow, her touch overwhelmed him. If this were a dream, he didn't want to wake up.
“Blaéz?” Her husky whisper licked over his senses.
He pulled her hand away. Turning, he trailed his nose down her jaw and breathed her into him; she was the very air he needed to survive. She was the one he’d waited centuries for. The only one who broke through the void he’d been trapped in for millennia.
He let his lips lightly touch hers, still unsure if she were a mirage of his desperate mind. He didn't want to ruin this with his lack of finesse. A soft sigh escaped her to caress his neck. He nuzzled her jaw then slid his lips to hers and let his instinct take over — do what he wanted to from the moment he met her — he sucked on her full lower lip. Soft, decadent, she tasted incredible. Her fingers threaded through his hair then moved down to his shoulders. He grabbed her hands, pinning her wrists over her head. He didn't want her touching the ugliness marking his back. He shifted over her for a better grip.
At the impossibly sensual feel of her body beneath his, Blaéz stilled, absorbing the sensation… her hips cradling him… his cock pressing into the heated V between her thighs. A soft, pained groan escaped him.
“Blaéz?” Hazel eyes lustrous with need met his.
He covered her mouth with his. Her lips parted and she stroked his tongue. Her taste intoxicated him. His control fragmented. He deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue and demanding everything she had.
She yanked one hand free, her fingers sifting through his hair — images flashed in his mind. Voices intruded, unhinging him.
“Finally, you are mine.” Maloch seized his long hair, showing him the glowing silvery-blue sphere with a delighted smirk. “I waited a long time to own you… so perfect,” he crooned.
Never. Blaéz leaped for him.
“Blaéz?”
With a flick of his hand, Maloch pinned him down flat on the ground on his belly. He ran his fingers over Blaéz’s back, tracing the raw wounds. “Pity about the scars, but you forced me. Why did you think you could ever escape me?” His hands trailed down Blaéz’s hips, stroking and squeezing his backside over his thin, worn pants. Fury escalated. Maloch reached between Blaéz’s thighs and fondled his cock.
Like a cork popping, Blaéz lashed out—
A loud crash. Glass tinkled like rain.
“Blaéz!”
Thick fear slammed into him. Yanked him back from the
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