Even the Devil Needs Love (3 page)

Came for a visit?
Lucifer snorted. Yeah right, but he’d play along.  “Things?” He stroked his chin. “Things with me are fine. Now my wife? Well, besides being difficult as she always is….” He shrugged, leaving it at that.  Samael knew how feisty Lilith was and truly just
how
difficult she could be at times, so there was no need for explanation.

“Well, you knew that when you married her. Nice to know some things still haven’t changed,” he said with a grin but when Lucifer didn’t respond, Samael leant back in his high backed chair, clasping his hands behind his head. “Why don’t you just tell her that you missed her,” he offered slowly.

Lucifer would never know how Samael read him so well, but his cousin had always been very intuitive about him. Over time, he’d simply grown accustomed to Samael’s probing insight. “I did.” He sighed. “But she didn’t say a word.”

“Well then if she won’t listen,
tell her that you love her.” Samael continued. “It’s only the truth.”

Lucifer frowned. He couldn’t tell her that. It was enough he’d admitted that he’d even missed her. And what good had that done? She’d been silent and cold, as if his words had fallen on deaf ears.

“Of course you won’t tell her you love her.” His cousin said with a sigh when Lucifer said nothing. “That’s your problem. The both of you are stubborn. Married two years and never once said you loved each other—”

“Three. We’ve been married
three
years,” he said, answering the question in Samael’s eyes.

“Yes, but this last one doesn’t count since you’ve been separated.”

Lucifer leant back in his chair, a scowl on his face as Samael helped himself to the dinner his cook had laid out for
him.

“Is there a reason why you’re here, again? The
real
reason.”

“Like I said, I’m just here visiting.” He shrugged in between bites. “But Medusa did send me. Your mother seems to think you’re going to fuck this up again.”

Lucifer’s frown deepened. Of course his mother had sent Samael. Come to think of it, Medusa was behind this entire fiasco. Her ramblings of needing a grandchild were what had propelled him to seek his wife out in the first place. She’d made it clear, he needed a
legitimate
heir, and since he already had a wife…

Medusa thought herself clever with her antics. She knew her son well,knew he was lonely—the shadows beneath his eyes caused more by his unhappiness than from lack of sleep. She was trying to help him reconcile with his wife, but what she failed to realise was that he hadn’t been the one to abandon his vows. Lilith had left
him.
And she probably would have stayed away forever had he not manipulated her return.

“I know you and my mother are trying to help, but there really is no point. The simple truth is that my wife doesn’t love me. I don’t think she ever did. And without that, our marriage doesn’t stand a chance.” To say the words twisted his belly into knots. But they were true. Even Lilith had said it herself. She would have been happier with someone else,
anyone
else besides him.

“That’s bullshit.”

His gaze snapped to Samael, the vehemence with which his cousin said the words, momentarily taking him aback. “What?”

“You heard me. That’s bullshit if you think Lilith doesn’t love you, and you know it. You can fool yourself into thinking you had the power to drag her back here, but you’d be just that—a fool. Lilith is the Queen of the Damned, and as powerful as you. If she didn’t want to come back, there would have been nothing you could have done to force her. Have you ever wondered why she never divorced you, why even now she lies twisted in your bed sheets?”

Samael’s expression turned smug. “You need to ask yourself, why after all this time she welcomed you so eagerly back into her arms? And don’t try to deny it. I can smell the scent of her and sex all over you.”

Lucifer quirked his brow, biting back a small grin at the image of Lilith spread out before him as he devoured her pussy. He had no doubt Samael could smell her all over him. His cousin had probably caught her scent the moment Lucifer had walked into the dining hall.

“Lilith is here because she loves you, because she wants to save your marriage as much as you do. But you don’t have to listen to me, just ask her. Ask her why she came back. I think you’d be surprised by her answer.”

Lucifer stared at his cousin, his brow wrinkled. Samael seemed so sure of Lilith’s feelings for him, but he hadn’t seen her earlier, hadn’t seen the derision on her face when she’d barged into his chambers. If she’d ever loved him, she didn’t now. And no matter what Samael said, the only reason why Lilith had come back was because he’d given her no choice.

* * * *

Despite myth and rumour, there was a day and night in Hell, and by the time Lucifer pushed inside his chambers, the moon was just climbing into the sky.

He saw her instantly, stretched out on his bed, her naked limbs twisted in the scarlet sheets. Silver light streamed through his window, a breeze rustling the curtains. The moonlight caressed her sienna skin like a lover’s hand, her silky cloud of raven hair shimmering beneath the iridescent light.

He stood there, transfixed by the sight of her. It felt right to see her in his bed again. She belonged there, when no other woman had. He’d never been able to spend the night with any other woman but her, his mind and body restless except when she was next to him.

Lucifer slipped beneath the sheets, tensing when she rolled over in her sleep and instinctively settled into his arms. He embraced her, even as his throat tightened. He closed his eyes, listening to the gentle thud of her heartbeat and her muffled snores. For the first time since she’d left him a year ago, he slept through the entire night, his mind and body at peace.

* * * *

Lilith’s eyelids fluttered open, the blinding rays of sunlight filtering through the window to bathe the room in a burnished glow. She yawned, stretching lazily, but stilled at the warmth curling in her belly. She moaned, her back arching even as she reached for him.

The room may have been unfamiliar, and she may have awoken disoriented, but only one person could awaken her passion in an instant with a single caress.

“Luke.” She gasped, the feathered touch of his fingertips against her inner thighs setting off a firestorm within her.

His lips were soft and warm against her skin, the butterfly kisses he rained along her legs causing her pussy to fill with wet heat. When he settled his mouth against her core, she arched off the bed, crying out as her hands tangled in his hair.

He held her open, spread wide before him, his tongue probing deep inside her moist centre. Her breath caught in her chest, her nipples budding tight as she twisted in the sheets, grinding her mound against his face. He brought her to the brink, over and over again, taunting her, teasing her, loving her with his mouth but never allowing her to come, his lips pulling away just before she peaked.

“Luke,” she pleaded. “P—please.” Her voice shook, the sound needy to her own ears.

He lifted, his eyes twinkling, and for the first time, in a long time, he grinned. “Please what?”

She gasped as she cupped his face, the tiny dimple that she rarely saw now winking at her. It was adorable, and it softened the harsh features of her brooding husband.

“What is it?” His forehead wrinkled when he frowned, and the dimple disappeared instantly.

“I haven’t seen you grin in a long time. It was—” she searched for the right word, “cute.”

His brows snapped together. “Cute?”

She nudged his head, her own lips curving into a small smile. “Yes, cute. Now get back to what you were doing and finish what you started.”

Lucifer frowned down into the face of his smiling wife. She was teasing him. It had been so long since she’d teased him, probably as long as it had been since he’d grinned, or smiled, or showed any emotion akin to laughter.

She’d always hated that about him, his seriousness, his brooding nature, his stoic personality. It was only when he was with her that he ever truly let go and allowed himself to live in the moment and just feel, but it was difficult. She didn’t understand that he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was the balance to good, the tormenter of all that was evil. He saw every sin of every soul that entered his kingdom, and over time it had begun to wear on him. If he was serious all the time, it was because what he did—binding wicked souls to Hell forever left little to smile about.

“Stop it!”

Lilith’s harsh command drew his attention to her face.

“A moment ago you were smiling, but now you’ve slipped into your dark thoughts. And that frown that seems permanently fixed on your face is back.” She sighed, and it was weary, as if she was at the end of her rope. He’d seen her like this once before, right before she’d left him. “J—just make love to me. For once just lose yourself in the moment and make love to me.”

There was a wealth of feeling behind her words, and he sensed her frustration.  In that instant he knew his next actions would seal his fate. He was driven by so many questions, the need to know why’d she’d come back, why she still desired his touch when he knew she despised him. So many questions and doubts swirled inside him, but he knew if he voiced them, he would shatter this moment between them, and he would lose her. She would withdraw from him and hide deep within that place where he couldn’t touch her—not her emotions, and not her heart.

Their eyes met and something inside him shifted at what she revealed in her gaze. He began to understand then why she’d left him. He’d always been consumed by his duty, but he’d eventually lost himself to it, and forgotten about his wife, about Lilith and her needs. He’d forgotten how to be her husband.

He shoved his hand into her hair, drawing her to him as he dipped his head to capture her lips. He was determined to prove to her that although he’d neglected her, he would never do it again. He knew exactly how to please her, how to give her what she needed, what she wanted.

He shuddered against her at the first brush of her mouth against his, and she openly yielded beneath him, her lips parting to allow him access. Sweeping inside her mouth, his tongue duelled with hers, tasting her. She gave herself completely to him, her arms encircling his back, her thighs falling apart to welcome him between them as her ankles clasped around his hips.

Blood rushed to his cock, her heat grazing the tip as he pushed against her wet slit, letting the warmth of her sheath slowly envelop him. He groaned into her mouth, swallowing up her own moan as he took his time feeding her his massive length, his thick girth stretching her.

The snug fit of her tunnel had him slowly easing into her warm pussy. He was surprised by how tight she was around him, even as she drenched his cock. He didn’t want to think of her with his nemesis, Odin, and that he’d driven her to Valhalla and the arrogant god’s bed. But he wondered how long it had been since she’d taken a lover.

“Luke, please.” She moaned beneath him, begging him to fully claim her.

He shut his eyes tight, forcing air into his burning lungs. He didn’t want to hurt her, but when the muscles of her passage clenched around him, her cunt dripping with juice, coating his cock, he lost it.

“Lilith,” he whispered against her lips, struggling to maintain a firm grip on his control.

She was impatient, her hips surging off the bed. He called her name again, a desperate plea, as he tried to pin her down, but when she let out a long moan, her body shifting beneath him, he shattered. He drove into her on one smooth thrust, filling her tight cunt with his hardened shaft.

She cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain that seared his ears.

“Damnation, Lilith,” he cursed, his body seemingly possessed as he thrust into her welcoming heat, powerless to stop his driving need to claim her.

“Fuck me, Luke. Please.” He knew he’d caused her pain, knew she would be sore in the morning, but she lifted her hips, throwing her pussy at him, until he was forced to give her what she wanted, what she demanded.

He moved harder, faster, burying his cock balls deep into her wet heat. Her cries of pleasure mingled with his harsh groans as he fucked her with wild abandon, the muscles in his ass clenching with each pounding stroke.

She clung to him, her full breasts bobbing beneath him, her berry-ripe nipples brushing against his chest, driving him wild. He cupped one mound with his hand, massaging the soft globe, rotating the tight bud between his fingers until she gasped softly. He ached to take that sweet nipple inside his mouth and suck on her until he had her writhing beneath him, crying out his name, but he would have to pull out of her, and in that moment, neither of their bodies would have allowed that. So he settled for palming her breast, as he anchored himself higher, pushing her thighs further apart to slam his cock harder and deeper inside her.

Sweat poured from their bodies, their naked limbs twisting together in a slippery mess. It was perfect—the way they came together, their bodies open and honest, conveying what their lips would not.

The headboard of the bed scraped against the stone walls, the sound echoing throughout the room, and he was sure throughout the entire castle. Whoever walked by his chambers would know what he was doing to his wife, what they were doing to each other, but he didn’t care. He actually relished the notion, with a small measure of male pride. He knew no matter how many gods or demons she took inside her body, how many she fucked, they would never do what he did to her, never love her from head to toe the way only he could—and he wanted everyone to know that, wanted them to hear it.

He rotated his hips, rocking against the walls of her cunt, taking her even higher. She raked her nails down his back, screaming his name louder. He strained to hold off his orgasm, his body quivering as he reined in his desire, waiting for her own pleasure to peak.

It didn’t take long. He thrust inside her, battering the walls of her pussy, grinding against her mound. With each push into her sheath, he stroked her clit, the dual sensations driving her over the edge.