Chapter 9 — What is happening?
Lana:
I drag my feet this morning as I make my way to the communal dining space. Tony, Jill and Kyle are already sitting down at one of the tables. Jill and Kyle are talking and eating while Tony quietly gazes down at the open book in his hand.
Sitting beside Jill, I become startled when she hands me a bag of cookies. Taking the bag, I give her a grateful smile. “What’s this?”
She smiles back. “Just thought you could use a pick me up.”
Kyle looks at the bag and scowls. “Hey, I want some.”
Jill rolls her eyes and slaps his hand away when he reaches for one. “It’s not for you, jerk.”
Tony takes a moment from his brooding and snickers before he goes back to his novel.
“Did you guys see what happened last night?” Jill lifts her cell phone and shows us a video of a scorched forest.
As the video continues to stream, my stomach drops, and my heart pounds wildly in my chest. Feeling faint, I watch in horror as the video reveals a forest that is scorched and dripping blood. The reporter talks about how the ground began to quake and balls of fire began to rain around the forest, searing everything in its path before blood began to pour out of the charred trees and ground. I pale further at their bewilderment over the fact that it has simultaneously happened in different places worldwide.
Feeling nauseous, I make my excuses and rush back to my tiny house.
I barely make it inside before I slide down the door and begin to hyperventilate. Flashes of my nightmares blend with the images on the video, making me ill when I realize that they’re similar.
My body shakes, and my eyes blur with tears.
At that moment, a knock on the door startles me out of my misery. Leaning my ear on the door, I swallow down my despair and calmly call out. “Yeah?”
Jill’s muffled voice sounds behind me. “Hey, are you okay?”
I close my eyes and take a couple of deep breaths. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just grabbing some last-minute things before I go.”
“Okay, we’re taking a boat down the river. Do you want to join us?”
Rising from the floor, I look down to see her shadow moving beneath the door’s threshold and wipe my hands across my face. “Sure, just give me a minute,” I call out.
“Alright! See you in a few.” She calls out before she walks away.
I pace around the room for a minute before filling a basin up with cold water and washing my face.
As our boat winds its way down the river, I close my eyes and let the warm fresh breeze caress my face. The further we go, the better I begin to feel and put perspective into the meaning behind my dreams. I remember Amara told me she’d have prophetic dreams of people dying before she learned about her powers. With the changes that I have been going through, like my glowing eyes and my ability to protect myself, I figure this is must be part of my developing power. At my reasoning, I instantly feel at ease. There’s no way that I could have been the one to cause such atrocious catastrophes considering that at the time, I was lying in bed with Lucifer.
Once the boat stops, and everyone files out, breaking into groups.
Jill, Tony and Kyle invite me to join them as they hike through trails where they take pictures and journal.
After several hours, Jill follows Tony and Kyle down the trail to one of the caverns below. Remembering my experience several days ago, I opt to continue further down the trail until I’m standing on a plateau overlooking the river and the sky. I’m not too far up, but I’m far enough from my party that I feel like I’m the last person in the world.
Lying back on one of the rocks, I look up at the serene sky and take a couple of deep breaths. A shadow moves over me, making me stiffen, but I quickly relax when I see who it is. Lucifer doesn’t hesitate to crush his lips to mine and ravish my lips. I respond enthusiastically as I wrap my arms and legs around him and let myself become lost in his arms.
For several minutes, our lips and tongue dance seek and parry, and our bodies grind against each other needfully. Mewls and groans break the serene silence along with the sounds of our bodies writhing against each other.
My heart flutters wildly against my chest, and my clit thrums between my thighs, making my folds weep for release.
Feeling heated, I slide his shirt up his chest and kiss and nip every sliver of skin that I uncover. Lucifer growls as he tosses it away and helps me out of mine. As usual, I’m not wearing a bra, giving him easy access to my aroused nipples. His smile is smug as he lowers his hand down my chest and tweaks one of my nipples before he engulfs it inside his warm mouth. “Lucifer,” I breathlessly cry out as rapture zings between my legs with every flick of his tongue. “Please,” I writhe beneath him, desperate for a release.
“I got you, luv,” he mutters as he licks and sucks each nipple before he slides his hand down my shorts and unzips them. I bite my lip, stifling a moan when his fingers slither between my folds and circle my swollen bud. Arching my back, I cling to his shoulder and let him work my body with his experienced hands and tongue.
Lucifer kisses his way up my neck and takes my lips as he slips his fingers inside of my sheath and strokes my walls until I’m nearly mindless. I claw my hands down his shoulders as my climax draws closer. Within moments ecstasy rips through my body with pleasurable waves inside of my core until I’m lying spent inside of his arms.
Lucifer’s strokes soften as he brings me down from my peak.
Lying back, I look into his dark eyes and give him a shy smile. There’s no smugness or arrogant sneer as he reciprocates my gesture. Instead, he kisses the tip of my nose and mutters. “Did you miss me?”
I shake my head before I spiritedly reply. “Not at all.”
He chuckles as he slides his hand from between my legs and licks his fingers. “It tastes like you did, luv. Mmm, you taste delicious.” A flush crawls up my neck and face at his sensuous gesture.
Taking his hand, I pull it away from his lips and push him onto his back before I straddle him.
Lucifer lies beneath me looking like the gorgeous god he is, his broad chest and carved muscles on full display. Feeling playful, I glide my hands up and down his sinewy muscles and grind my center against his swollen groin. He lets me pet him for a couple of minutes before he slides his fingers through my loose hair and pulls my head down to his. “You need to stop petting me. I’m not a bloody cat.”
I give him a wry smile and grind my groin harder against his. “But I so enjoy petting you, baby.”
His eyes sharpen as he settles his hands around my waist and grits out. “Don’t tease me, luv. After watching you come apart in my arms so beautifully, I’m ready to explode.”
Grinning impishly, I lower my hands to his zipper and stroke his hard bulge between my fingers, eliciting a moan from his lips. Lucifer writhes beneath me and curses as I unbutton his jeans and release his hard shaft from its snug confines. His large cock stands proudly between his thighs, and his rosy crown is swollen and throbbing. He watches silently as I try to wrap my hand around his hard shaft and stroke it up and down. “Fuck,” he groans as he shifts his hips to establish a rhythm. I slide my thumb across the tip, rubbing his precum across his swollen slit. Lucifer gasps and moans, making me feel powerful at the thought that I’m pleasuring him. Scuttling down his hips, I lower my mouth to his hard cock and engulf him inside my warm mouth. Lucifer hisses through his teeth as strangled noises resound from the back of his throat. Bobbing my head, I swirl my tongue around his tip and beneath the crown. Moaning, I lash my tongue around him until his hips are moving faster, and he’s plunging deep inside of my throat. After several minutes, his muscles stiffen and his cock swells, making his essence burst inside my mouth.
Chest heaving and body glistening with sweat, Lucifer falls back and settles me over him.
We both lie there, replete in our pleasure as we gaze into each other’s eyes. Lucifer pushes strands of my hair behind my ears and caresses my cheek. “You’re amazing,” he mutters.
Sighing with contentment, I rest my head beneath the crook of his neck and rest my hand on his chest. Lucifer slides his palm up and down my spine and uses his other arm as a pillow. “Tell me something about you?” I mutter.
His chest rumbles with laughter, “You mean other than the fact that I am the king of hell?”
I chuckle. “Yes, other than that.”
His chest falls and rises steadily as he tries to think about what to say.
Seeing that he’s having some difficulty, I mutter, “Okay, how about I ask you a question, and you answer? So, let’s see, where you born a child?”
He shakes his head, “No, I was not. Angels are not born. We are created as adult males.”
“So you never had a childhood?” I ask solemnly.
He nickers at my softhearted tone, “There’s no need to pity us, luv. It’s not like we knew we were missing out on anything.”
“So what did you do for fun? Did you have any friends you would hang out with? Brothers or sisters?”
He looks so cute when he furrows his brow, “Our lives were mostly spent training or fighting wars, so I guess that would be considered fun. Friendships were not really encouraged by The Creator, and we did not have siblings the traditional way. However, I was created with Michael, whom I consider my brother. We were quite close. As for sisters, when I was in heaven, there were no female archangels.”
“Well, that’s unfair. Why didn’t The Creator make any female angels?”
Lucifer’s body stiffens for a second before he relaxes again, “I don’t know. I never thought to ask. Perhaps The Creator didn’t want us to experience affection or split loyalties. Emotions were not something we experienced in our world. We were created to follow orders, not to ask questions or even feel desire. However, I must say that human females were The Creator’s greatest creation.”
I chuckle at his lecherous tone. “What about other angels? You said there were others. Did you have other brothers you were created with?”
“There were others, but Michael and I were the first. Soon after we were created, Gabriel and Rafael came along. We were close, but not as close as I was to Michael.”
Something niggles at the back of my mind when he mentions Michael, but it quickly flitters away. “Do you miss Michael?”
“If you would have asked me this days ago, I would not have been able to give you a straight answer.”
My brow furrows with confusion. “Why? Is Michael…dead?” I ask.
Lucifer shakes his head and pushes me gently onto my back so that he may hover over me. “Michael is not dead, luv. In fact, he’s very much alive and living in Paris.”
“Then why can’t you answer?”
He grimaces, “Because for ages, I thought Michael hated me, but I recently found out that I was misguided.” He gently caresses my jaw and kisses my chin. “I actually saw him after I left your side. He was helping me with an issue I had to deal with.”
“Speaking of issues. Did you take care of the thing Azazel needed your help with?”
“We’re still looking into it,” he answers vaguely.
Glancing up, I notice that he’s trying to avoid saying anything more, which makes me feel insecure. I slide my hand up to his neck and caress his chin. “One of the women in the group showed me some pretty disturbing videos about earthquakes that happened in different parts of the world and forests burning to ash. Was that what you were called for?”
His jaw tightens with untold emotion. For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to answer me, but then he sits up and settles me gently across his lap. “Yes, apparently there were spontaneous fires that erupted around the world, and the Council is unsure of how it was possible. They wished to know if they originated from hell or if any of my demons were trying to start an insurrection.”
I bite my lower lip and consider how to explain my nightmarish visions. Reaching for my t-shirt, I slip it on and wrap my arms back around his neck. Lucifer observes me silently as I try to form the right words. “Lucifer, I…I think something is wrong with me.” I lean my face against his and rest my forehead around his chin comfortingly. “Lately, I’ve been having some strange nightmares.”
His palm slides down my spine comfortingly. “What is it, luv?”
I swallow down my fear as I recount the things that have been happening to me lately, like my glowing eyes and the flashes of memories that I was getting after he took me out of the cave. My voice quivers as emotions threaten to overwhelm me. “…and the nightmares were similar to the fires in the forests. But in the nightmares, I was walking around the forest and spreading the fire. Then…” a sob escapes my lips as I cling tighter to him. “…then Bree appeared, and I burnt her too.”
Lucifer rocks me in his arms as my narrative comes to its conclusion. Silence reigns for a couple of minutes until I’m fidgeting nervously in his arms. “Say something,” I mumble solemnly.
His chest expands beneath me before he takes my chin between his fingers and angles my head toward his. “There’s someone that I want you to meet.”
Gazing through blurry eyes, I blink and sigh when he runs his thumb up my lip and wipes stray tears from my face. “Wait, so you believe me?”
He gives me a hesitant nod. “I believe that you’re experiencing some abilities. That’s why I need you to come with me.”
I glance around the open area. “I just can’t up and leave now. My team is waiting for me.”
He rises from his perch with me still in arms and settles me back on my feet. “Alright, how about we meet once you’ve gotten back to camp? Either way, I have some things that I need to do.”
I watch dolefully as he slips his t-shirt back on, takes my hand and pulls me close. “I can do that. We usually try to get back before it gets too dark to walk the trails. They can be pretty treacherous, and most predators come out at night.”
He leans close and kisses me gently before he steps away. “There will be something special waiting for you once you get back. I’ll see you then.”
I reluctantly release his hand and sigh when he flashes out of sight. I don’t know how I’m feeling right now. A part of me is relieved that I could unburden myself, but another part of me is apprehensive at what all of this might mean. I’m also feeling a variety of emotions over our newfound intimacy. I’ve never been this intimate with a man before, and I’m worried about what is going on between us. I don’t know if I’m just a passing amusement or if he’s genuinely serious about me. Considering that I’m literally messing around with the devil, my concerns are wholly valid. I’m so confused. However, I can’t help but giggle at the thought of calling the king of hell, my boyfriend. It’s just too outrageous.
As soon as our team gets back to camp, I make excuses and lock myself inside of my tiny house. To my delight, there’s a tub full of hot water waiting for me in the middle of the room. I strip down and slide happily into the warm depths and plan how to thank Lucifer for such an amazing surprise.
I don’t know where we are heading or if we’re even a couple, but I have to say, at least, this is something that I’m not complaining about.