with fire-hot hands to rub them for me. Jerif’s massages have quickly become one of my favorite things ever.
“You know, if we really wanted to show him what’s up, we’d be late to his so-called meeting because we were fucking,” I tell Jerif over my shoulder.
“You really are shameless in your pursuits to avoid training, aren’t you?” Jerif scolds. “I was just warming you up for flying practice, and you know it.”
“Yes, but you could be warming up my vagina with your cock right now, and isn’t that just a better use of our time all around?”
He snorts. “Better get to it, Warrior Princess, or I’ll withhold my warm cock from that pussy and make sure the others withhold theirs too until after you’ve practiced properly.”
I huff. “Oh look at the time, we have a meeting to get to,” I chirp.
Yeah, right. As if he’d actually get the other guys not to slip me the D.
Shit.
He better not.
Jerif slaps my ass hard.
“Mmmmmm,” I purr. “You know just how I like it,” I tease before skipping away from him. I know that if I don’t, he’ll just grab me, get me all kinds of needy, and then leave me hanging, because he’s a prick like that.
But dammit if I don’t love it.
“I forgot to ask you where you and Iceman ran off to last night,” I say, stalling. “You guys keep saying you’re ‘working on something secret,’ but you never tell me what it is. I tried to get Echo and Crux to tell me, but their lips were sealed.”
Jerif looks at me smugly. “It’s a secret,” he deadpans.
“Oh, come the fuck on!” I huff. “Just tell me already.”
“Fine,” he relents, which surprises the shit out of me. “We’ve been fucking with your old boss.”
My brows pull together. “Sean the Shithole?” I ask, floored. This is definitely not one of the scenarios I imagined when they kept saying they were working on something. I thought it was a sex room.
“Yes,” he says simply, like that’s enough info.
“Fucking with him how?”
He lifts a shoulder. “I melted all his tires on his car. Rafferty keeps freezing his pipes. Echo freaks him the fuck out with moving shadows all the time, so he’s gotten really fucking jumpy. Crux snuck a sex-obsessed imp over once, warded her for the night to look fuckable, but purposely made the ward wear off so he woke up to the demonic version of coyote ugly.”
My hand flies to my mouth as a shocked laugh escapes me. “Oh shit,” I say, unable to stop the laughter that ripples through me.
Jerif watches me, his lips tipping up in a satisfied smirk. “Thought you’d like that. The other guys were worried you’d be all high and mighty about it.” He leans in to brush his lips against my ear. “But I know you. You got that demon side that likes to come out and play.”
“Yep,” I nod, not at all feeling sorry for Sean. “And I’m definitely going to be coming out to play with you four later as a reward,” I say with a sultry wink.
His eyes bank with even more heat than his fiery depths already have in them. Before he can grab me, I race out of the room and down the stairs, heading for the weird sitting room. I want to make sure the fainting couch is left open for Tazreel. He just loves it when that’s the only seat left in the room. I make him meet us in this room every time.
One by one, the other guys drift in, kiss me, and plop down in their favorite spots. We’ve done this quite a bit in the last two months, as the Armies of Hell and the Angelic Legion hunt Morax.
After his unsanctioned realm was destroyed, Lucifer discovered a home base of sorts in Nihil and another recruiting center in Duo Ring. Both places were razed to the ground. But the safe house they found in Purgatory is the one that surprises the shit out of me still.
Nefta said that, because he didn’t choose a side, he can still go back and forth between Hell and parts of Heaven without permission. I realized after she dropped that bomb, that I could do the same thing too, hence my little Heaven break-in attempt with Crux. Turns out that Purgatory doesn’t take that shit lightly, though. Nefta chewed me out for a week.
Lucifer suspects that his old buddy the Ophidian is hiding in the Mortal Realm somewhere, which is