Singing to myself softly, I stagger down the gloomy passageway. I haven’t drunk nearly enough. The stash of beer in Cassandra’s room didn’t last long between me and Leo. Turning it into a drinking contest was probably not the best idea. The fucker drinks fast. Can hold more liquor than me.

It went some way though to restoring the feeling of detachment. I want more. Thirst for it. Addiction has never been my problem in the past. Nothing beyond my bloodlust and

depraved urges. I’ve seen what happens to Leo and Snatch when they give in to their own personal demons of drink and pills. Witnessed the havoc. Yet, right now all I can think about is numbing my brain more before it wears off. I can’t get high so getting wasted is the next best thing. Reminiscing about Caesar and old times has brought pain back I no longer want to feel. I’ve never had to deal with so much before. Never put myself in the position to experience it for anyone but my brother.

Beyond the windows I pass, winter still has her frozen claws embedded into the land. If it’s any indication Cade hasn’t been successful saving the world. On any other day, I would pick up the reins. Right now, getting smashed out of my skull is at the forefront of my mind.

I’m not anyone's saviour. The world needs a superhero not my sorry arse.

Not for the next few hours at least. All I crave is to drown my sorrows.

Seeing a door, I wander inside. A kitchen. The three demon bitches I saw when I first arrived back in this Hell dimension are having a cosy get together around a wooden table. Barely clothed, what they are wearing is gossamer thin and transparent, showing off their nubile bodies.

The nearest one hisses aggressively the moment she sees me. Of course, it’s the blonde who gave Lucifer a blow job.

A spark of jealousy ignites before I can squash it. Snatching up a knife from its block, I don’t even have second thoughts letting it loose. Her shriek of agony makes me grin.

Hand splayed, she tries to stem the flow of blood from where it’s embedded in her slender naked shoulder.

Taking another, I test the sharpness with a finger. “The next one of you to give me attitude loses an ear.”

I’m all out of fucks. Right now, I’d happily slice their necks open from ear to ear if they choose to disrespect me. I’m no push over. I don’t know them, and they don’t know me. But if I'm stuck here I’m setting some motherfucking ground rules before they get any bright ideas.

Scrambling off their chairs, they flee, carrying their wounded friend between them as they race from the room.

Swaying slightly from side to side, I spy the bottles of wine that have been left abandoned. Jack pot.

“You’re going to drive away all the castle whores.”

Looking over my shoulder I find Raziel lurking by the fridge. His massive wings are nowhere in sight. Seeing him dressed in furs all the time like some hunky prehistoric hunter makes me wonder how sexy he would look in a pair of jeans.

“Not my problem.” Taking a bottle that has already been opened, I take a sip. Something fruity and alcoholic meets my taste buds. Not my usual choice of beverage, but it will do. Humming in approval, I chug what’s left down to the last drop.

“You might be getting screwed by the Boss, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to ruin my sex life because my booty call looks at you the wrong way. How much of that have you had?”

“Still not enough to make me forget all the shit I’m neck deep in.” Plonking my arse down on a breakfast stool, I almost miss it completely. “Where’s the rest? Don’t you drink in this place?”

Rolling the empty wine bottle across the table top, I giggle.

Closing the distance, Raziel snatches the cork screw up as I attempt to reach for it with an unsteady hand.

“I think I should do that. The way you’re going you’re likely to stab yourself.” Patiently, he pops the next one open with a flourish. “You really need to snap out of this, Mavi. It’s not doing you any good.”

“You know, my life was going just fine before you and your boss took it over. I liked my job. It wasn’t complicated. Everything had its place and I kept work and personal stuff separate. He came in and dropped it all in an unholy blender and flipped that fucker on.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe it’s what you needed?”

Snatching the bottle from his hand, I shoot him a disbelieving look. “Yeah, right, like a hole in the head. Tell me, how long have you really known Cassandra?”

Raziel’s expression turns subtly blank. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Stop the bullshit. The room she has is well lived in and has been for some time. She’s familiar with it and doesn’t act like someone who’s just been imprisoned here. Cass also calls you Raz. You don’t give people you just met nicknames like that. It’s intimate. Friendly.”

Sighing, he rakes a hand through his unruly hair. “Six.” He says quietly. “She was six when the boss found her. Scrawny little thing. Her mother had the gift too, but chose to blot it out with drink and drugs. The bitch was barely around. Left Cass to fend for herself. She’s the most gifted Seer we’ve ever encountered. He took her under his wing and brought her here after she predicted her first prophecy. She’s been with us ever since.”

This was something I never saw coming. Another pawn in their game of deceit and secrets? Another pet? It must be a bonus having an oracle at your personal beck and call. No wonder she’s so fucked in the head.

“He raised her?” I ask, still not quite sure I can believe my ears.

Fiddling with the cork screw, Raziel nods. “We both did.”

“Then how the fuck did she end up in the transport we ambushed terrified and half starved?” Anger laces my tone. Her haunted look when we’d rescued her is something I haven’t been able to shake.

“Trukun had her kidnapped right under our noses. I’d been tracking them relentlessly for two weeks before you busted her out. They’d always been two steps ahead of me.” I catch his attention on something over my shoulder. “That bitch starved her, scared the crap out of her but was wise enough not to let her men abuse Cass.”

Lucifer is watching us broodingly from the doorway. His royal darkness is standing there looking all lethal and dangerous. “The angels fear you.”

“And because of that you want to use me for your own ends. I’m a fucked-up hybrid. A freak.” I counter, saluting him with my drink. Letting my guard down again isn’t something I can afford. I’m afraid he might crush me this time if I do.

He gives me that cocky smirk. The one that drives me wild. “Are you planning on drinking yourself into oblivion?”

Silently, Raziel briskly prises the wine from my hand before placing it back on the table.

“My brother is probably dead. Hacked up by your ex-girlfriend. So yes, I’m drowning my sorrows with as many bottles as I can find tonight.” Reaching for it again, I swallow down the contents before discarding it empty.

“He’s still breathing according to my spies. Trukun will want to cause you the most suffering before she takes his life. You could achieve such great things if you accepted your fate, my Flower.”

“Tell me the truth. Back in the shower was that another one of your twisted mind fucks to screw with my head? Do you find it fun seeing me in pain?” Lucifer doesn’t answer right away. Some inner instinct warns of danger. With the intensity of his stare, I’m not sure if he wants to kiss me or murder me.

“You make me feel soft and messy things.” His voice deepens. “No, I did not enjoy seeing you hurting.”

I fall into the magnetic beauty of his eyes. My skin prickles with arousal at his closeness. His lethal lust ensnares me. Summons my body to respond.

“You can’t escape what’s in your blood. You’ve always been destined for this. It’s not something you can walk away from. Trukun is a master with blades. If you are to face her you need to show me you have the skill.” He slinks closer, black robes swirl around him in his wake.

“You make it sound like you might stop me taking part in the end game?” I tell him, trying not to fixate on how good it would feel to have his cock buried hilt deep in my pussy right now.

“You will fight Raziel in a match to prove you still have what it takes.” He replies, ignoring my question.

“I think I’ve proven that enough already. Lucifer, you’re not going to stop me. You might be the king of Hell, but I don’t bow to you no matter what you might think.”

Something, some emotion glints in his emerald eyes I can’t be sure of. “That is the first time you’ve called me by name.”

Grabbing a knife off the table, I twist it between my fingers, I drop his penetrating gaze. “I’m going to end Trukun with or without your help.”

“Then take Raziel down. If you want me to fuck you again then you’re going to have to earn that pleasure with a win.”

Shit, am I that easy to read? I hate what he does to me. How he consumes me. Draws out my darkest needs with his very presence alone.

“Who says I want to screw you again?”

A sly look gleams in his eyes as he tilts his head to the side in amusement. “You’re still cursed, remember? Take anyone else as a lover and their cock will shrivel off while they breathe their last.”

Son of a bitch. I’d forgotten about that. I don’t like having my fate in someone else’s hands. I’m not the type to lay down and comply.

“Right here in your kitchen? Where are my weapons?” I reply stonily, glancing around. I’ve already categorized everything I can use at hand. It’s one of the best places to be when in a fight for your life.

Raziel puffs out his broad chest with self-assured male arrogance. “You’ll get them back when you’re sober. What’s the problem? Now that you’ve got your demonic groove on, you’re scared to use it?”

I’m completely ruthless when pissed off. This jack arse is going to learn it the hard way. When it comes to battle I never play by the rules. “Fine.”

Stalking to the centre of the room, the fallen angel cracks his neck from side to side. “Come on, little girl, let’s see what you got.”

Without so much as a blink, I throw the knife with deadly accuracy. It doesn’t meet its mark. Plucking it out of the air before it reaches him, Raziel raises an eyebrow. “Child’s play. I

thought you were supposed to be a bad arse assassin?”

He’s fast for his size, but I’ve dealt with his build of male before.

Launching myself at him, I let loose a rage filled scream.

His astonishment at my sudden burst of wildness is short lived. Bringing an arm up, he tries to block my frenzied attack. Punching, kicking, I treat him to several jabs to vital organs. On a human it would have brought them their knees, but he takes them with barely a flinch.

Stabbing the cork screw into his arm, I twist until it breaks the skin.

A string of profanities issue from his lips as he takes a swing at me.

Ducking, I vault up onto his back. Arms around his neck, I squeeze my forearm, cutting off his airways as I lock my legs around his firm waist. Other hand tangled in his hair, I force his head up, giving my strangle hold more access.

Lucifer’s delighted laugh reaches my ears. “I told you she was a feisty one from the beginning.”

A large hand grabs the scruff of my neck. With a high-pitched cry, I’m peeled off Raziel and flung forwards.

Solid wood meets my back. Winded, I lay, breathing hard on the surface of the table.

Raziel’s expression turns deadly. The look of a stone-cold killer that I know so well because I’ve seen it so many times in the mirror.

Rolling off before he can retaliate, my reaction time is slowed by the alcohol in my system.

A jab to my stomach sends me flying. Hitting the wall, the impact sends pain detonating through me.

Gaze fixed on the cork screw abandoned by his foot, I make a dive for it.

Raziel is on me before I barely make the move.

Choking, feet dangling off the ground, I claw at his wrist as he holds me up high. He’s going all out to prove a point. That I can’t beat him. Red washes over my vision. Lifting my knee, I kick him square in the nuts.

A howl explodes from his chest. Curling forwards into himself with a look of agony he drops me to my feet.

Arse bumping into the edge of the table, I retrieve an empty bottle before he can recover.

Swinging it, I crack it across his skull. Glass shatters with the force of the blow raining onto the ground.

It takes him down swiftly. Legs buckling, he crashes backwards onto the marble floor.

Chasing him down, I straddle his lap and pin him.

Raziel rubs the heel of his hand across his bruising forehead. I’ve caught him by surprise. Stunned him.

Applying pressure, the jagged edge of the broken bottle sinks into the skin of his neck. Only a small slice. Enough for it to sting. Watching a crimson bead trickle free, I bite my lip following the way it spills down the column of his throat.

“If you think that scares me then you’re wrong.” Raziel rumbles. “This is just foreplay.”

For me too.

There’s nothing like the sight of blood to get me hot and bothered.

Chest heaving, I lean down just as he wrestles the makeshift weapon free of my hand.

Pressing my lips to his, I do it with passion. Raziel freezes. I can feel his shock radiating in every tense muscle beneath me.

Grinding myself against his groin, I nip at his lip pulling away. That gets a reaction. A firm ridge begins to swell, rubbing against my core, making me moan.

“Mavi, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Having some fun.”

A growl emanates somewhere behind us. The Devil isn’t happy about my game change. Not that I care. Instead of looking, I continue my erotic little dance on the fallen angel’s lap.

Raziel’s hands move to grip my hips, preventing my movements. “No. You’re trying to prove a point by risking my balls, which I have to tell you, I really like attached where they are.”

“Maybe I’m just drunk and want to be reckless. What’s the matter, big guy, are you scared?” A sense of peril raises the hairs on the back of my neck. The Devil’s formidable presence

grows in size with every passing second. The darkness around us feeding the power in hot aggressive waves.

“And get me killed in the process.” Raziel mutters back, his expression taut with alarm.

“Fuck her mouth.” The words are low, commanding.

Twisting my upper half around, I find Lucifer is wearing a deviant smile. No hint of jealousy in his cold-hearted stare.

Raziel’s grip on my waist clenches gently. “I hope you’re ready for what you’ve just unleashed.” Tipping me to the side, he rises to his feet. Unbuttoning his furred trousers, he frees himself.

Lucifer slinks back into the shadows. I know he’s there. Can sense him. There’s no escaping that.

Slowly, I sit back on my heels, kneeling.

He doesn’t give a fuck about me sucking off another man’s dick? Fine. I’ll do it with relish and enjoy every God damn minute.

Bringing his cock even with my mouth, Raziel fists his length. “Open up, little girl. You’re going to kiss it better, and if I feel your teeth, you’ll get a slap.”

Grabbing my hair, he pushes the tip forcefully against my lips. Musk and leather, I inhale his scent, willingly opening my mouth to allow him entry.

He groans, sliding his shaft into my throat. Velvety, warm flesh, salty to the taste with pre-cum, I take him inch by magnificent inch.

He’s careful not to choke me. With his size and girth, it would be easy to do. Breathing through my nose, I cup his balls, fondling and caressing. Widening my mouth, I accept more and more of his cock. I feel him shudder when the head bumps the back of my throat.

Grasping my face in his hands, he slides in and out. Slowly at first. Keeping me trapped where he wants me, he fucks my mouth with ruthless strokes.

Moaning, I work him with my tongue. Bobbing up and down, I deep throat him like a pro.

Lucifer watches with a heavy lust laden gaze that glows from the shadows before us. Powerful and elusive. Stalking with confidence to where I’m knelt, he circles behind me.

My trainers are ripped off my feet. Next, hands clutch the back of my jeans. The sound of tearing mingles with the rest of the noises in the room. Cold air meets my arse and thighs as I feel the shredded remnants slithering across my skin before they are discarded.

Shock and excitement collide inside me at the violence of the act. That he has the power to rip me into pieces if he was ever displeased.

“I’m going to fuck you until your screams of pleasure can be heard throughout the fortress. Until no one, not even you, has doubt in their mind that you’re my whore.” He growls in my ear.

His warm breath dancing over my cheek makes me shake.

Taking my hips, he tows me back until I’m on all fours. I’m so fucking wet. Can feel it trailing down my legs.

Raziel doesn’t break rhythm as he continues to take pleasure from my mouth.

Whimpering, I push eagerly back as Lucifer’s hardness prods my nether lips. All my bravo is gone. All that is left is this clamouring need to be filled and used in the most indecent and immoral ways.

Lucifer thrusts in deep and I feel it all the way to my womb. The wicked hedonistic delight only he can bring makes me melt as he pounds into me ruthlessly. He knows what he does to me. Enjoys watching me burn for him.

It’s overwhelmingly erotic. Both males using me. Doing with me as they please.

I need this. A dirty filthy fix to make me forget. How damaged will I be when this is all finally over? I have no clue. Right now, I am living from moment to moment.

Limbs stiffening, I moan around the cock in my mouth, coming hard. My orgasm making me quiver.

Raziel’s harsh breaths are loud in the room. Joined by the Devil’s snarls and grunts.

Movements jerky and erratic, I know he’s getting close.

Pumping roughly twice more, his cum floods into my throat. Swallowing it down, I suck him clean until he’s spent and empty.

Sitting back, he slips free of my lips with a satisfied sigh.

“Such an obedient little slut now, aren’t you? Enjoyed having another man’s cock but only because I allow it. You might tease, but I am the one who is in control, not you.” Snapping his hips, Lucifer’s balls slap against my arse. “Are you finally going to learn your place, hmm? I won’t let anything get in the way of what I want. Not even you.”

Raziel’s gaze is fastened on our coupling, stroking himself as he watches us fuck.

“Harder.” I match the pace. Want him to lose himself in the act as much I’m being swept away.

“I never gave you permission to speak. Raziel, silence her.”

He scoops up the delicate lace of my thong, abandoning his shaft. Grasping my jaw, he roughly stuffs it in between my parted lips, so it acts as a gag.

Returning to touch himself, he gives me a wink. Bobbing to life, his semi erect dick grows harder with renewed vigour as he works it.

I can’t look away from the wall. Our shadows ebbing and flowing, merging as the Devil takes me. The silhouette of mighty wings spread wide. Part of me wants to turn and look. Another part refuses. A childish fear that whatever I see might haunt me. The bite of claws dig into my flesh and I know there’s far more than the shape is allowing me to see. Fear entwines with pleasure.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I don’t stop until I taste blood.

Shuddering to a climax, he pours his life force inside me as deep as he can go.

Tugging the material gag out of my mouth, I flop my front half down, eyes closed. I’m panting, shaking. Tired and sated. Strangely sober.

“Finish on her back.” I hear Lucifer order.

A second later, hot jets of cum lash across my lower spine.

Raziel’s groan of bliss follows echoing through the kitchen.

Opening dazed eyes, I focus on Lucifer. Whatever I saw from his shadow is no longer there. He’s a man. Just a man and not the monster I glimpsed for a brief moment. The thing that terrifies me with a primitive dread.

The hard-honed angles of his face turn harsh as his features become expressionless. “You’re an addict just like the rest of the human race which you have been living among for far too long. You crave, you love. You feel pain and hurt. Even though you to try to hide it. You need to come to terms with what you truly are, or you will die on the battlefield, Mavi StClair.”