Page 34 of The River of Fire
“Kill him,” Ashtaroth clips and I shriek in outrage. He observes me for a second, then puffs out a breath. “Very well. Bring him to the throne room.”
“I’m coming with you,” I say, wriggling out of his grasp and ducking under his arm to get to the bathroom. That I’m successful means he let me escape.
His eyes are immediately on me when I return and the muscles in his jaw are ticking. He’s clearly stewing over something. “What is he to you?” he asks with deadly intent.
“What? He’s like… I feel responsible for him. And he probably thinks it’s his fault that you took me.”
He scoffs arrogantly. “Your entire army could not keep me from you.” He's wearing that smug grin again and I want to slap it off.
“I know that,” I grit through my teeth. “But he’s just a twenty-three-year-old boy.”
“And how old are you?” he asks, black eyebrow raised.
“Thirty-one, ancient cradle robber,” I answer, turning to the dresser and picking out clothes at random. I wouldn’t even know how old I am if Maalik hadn’t been going to the human realm for provisions. No one bothers to really measure time here.
He laughs softly. “When I still freely roamed Above, women your age were grandmothers.”
“That is… disturbing.” Finished dressing, I pull on another pair of flats. I face him and see he’s wearing an indulgent smile. My clit pulses and those sinful lips twitch.
“He could wait?” Ashtaroth suggests mildly.
“Let’s go,” I grumble, wishing he wore a paper bag on his stupid, stunning head.
Once we get to the throne room, I step ahead of him and immediately see Kevin in a silent showdown with Sariel and Armaros.
“Kevin!” I start running to him, but I’m stopped by a strong grip on the back of my neck. Ugh. Flipping caveman.
“Stop hurting her!” Kevin yells at the epochs old archdemon. He has zero sense of self-preservation.
“I’m fine, Kev.” I rub the back of my neck once Ashtaroth releases it.
“What will you do when the council hears of this?” It’s like a hamster facing off with a starving bear.
Thankfully, the bear just chuckles. “The Fallen will not bother the Council over one soldier. A soldier who is being fed and clothed. A soldier who sleeps in my bed and not in a dungeon.” I blush over his words. Way to make it sound like I’m his willing concubine.
Kevin has no retort. That’s unexpected. I look at him to see he’s gazing at the archdemon, a dazed expression on his face. I snort. Yup, welcome to my world.
He shakes himself out of it and blushes. “Then I will go to them myself,” he threatens. Idiot.
Ashtaroth sighs.
“Wait, Father.” Sariel joins the conversation. “Don’t throw him in the dungeon. I’ll keep our prisoner secured. He’s kinda cute.” He winks at us.
“What?” Kevin expresses his confusion.
“Fine,” Ashtaroth says on a long-suffering exhale.
“What?” I ask this time, but Sariel just grins like a kid in a candy shop and hoists Kevin over one shoulder, Armaros shaking with laughter behind them. He slaps Kev on the ass, then turns towards the doors, Armaros following. “Hold on,” I say, but they’re already gone.
“He’s straight!” I say to Ashtaroth, thinking of Sariel andArmaros at dinner. “Very, very straight!”
“Do not fret, lamb,” he replies in a salacious tone. “He will be begging to be fucked long before they do so.”
“But…” I don’t know what to say. I can’t imagine Kevin at the mercy of two men. Two beautiful, toned, sexy fallen angels with centuries of experience in giving pleasure… hmm.
“Can I watch?” I joke. At least, I think I’m joking.
He gives a low laugh that I feel between my legs and steps closer, lowering his face to mine before murmuring, “Is that what you want to do, hmm? To beg on your knees, prostrating yourself before me, your tears falling onto the tops of my feet as you kiss them, writhing with the need to be filled to the brim? You would make yourself come by rubbing your cunt on my feet if I allowed it, would you not? You enjoyed my thigh so much after all. But I wouldn’t let you find release, pet. Not for a very long time.”
