Page 43 of His Little Devil
“Am I going to lose my family's estate or inheritance by marrying you? Blackwell said I needed to marry one of the guys,” I mumble, and Luke’s eyes change to a piercing black as his nostrils flare.
“I hate that fucking worm,” he growls, his body shifting until his wings are revealed and his horns are sticking out of his forehead.
Fuck, I know I should be terrified right now, but he looks really hot like this. Leaning forward, I hesitantly lift my hand and run my fingers over his naked chest. I can feel the power coursing through him, and it's affecting me.
“What is that?” I ask, and he smirks.
“That’s your magic, Little Devil. Do you feel the way it wants to be free and play with mine? We will be a dangerous force together, my queen.”
Luke leans closer, grips the back of my neck and pulls my lips to his. The lights in the room explode and I groan as he forces my mouth to open to his forked tongue. It’s different in his demon form, and I try not to picture a snake kissing me.
I begin laughing and he sighs. Pulling back and taking a few deep breaths, his body changes back to the Luke I know, and he kisses me again.
This time I won't fight it. He still won’t have sex with me, but he lets me touch him while we kiss, and it’s just… It feels right.
Even though I have been fighting it, I do miss the other guys. But right now, in this moment, I think Luke is what I need.
LUKE
Last night was unexpected. I never thought I would be introducing Silver to my other side before the ceremony. Thankfully, she didn’t freak out like I thought she would. If anything, the smell of her lust perfuming the air told me that she was turned on by my beast.
I have a lot to do today, and I still need to track down her pesky ex, and find out if he will be attending the wedding. My sources tell me he’s in a magical realm, made for the protection of witches.
Entering the kitchen, I groan. Silver mentioned that she didn’t like eating in the dining hall because it’s just us, and the table made her miss her family.
I understand, and I am trying to be more understanding about her feelings, but I like having my large table.
It makes me feel powerful, but for now, I will eat in the kitchen like one of the servants, I guess.
“Good morning, my Little Devil.” I lean down and press a quick kiss to her pout, then take my seat beside her. Merida has prepared Eggs Benedict once again. I swear that damn troll needs to learn how to cook something else.
Silver pokes her poached egg, then drops her fork. She seems to have something on her mind this morning.
“Seeing Clara made me think about school, and if I’m going to flunk out because I have been down here. Will I ever be able to return to the Academy? I know this is your home, and in time I will learn to get used to it, but… Luke, I need to get the hell out of… well, Hell.”
Merida excuses herself and leaves the room, and I try to contain my temper.
“We are to be married in a few days, Silver. I can’t just let you leave and return to that school… To those boys.” I grit my teeth and my fork bends from the force I’m squeezing it with.
She sighs and nods, lowering her head. I drop the fork and lift my glass of juice, bringing it to my lips.
“I miss my cat,” she mumbles, and I begin to choke on the sip I just took.
Thimon rushes up to me with a cloth napkin, trying to wipe my face, but I bat him away, then turn to Silver.
Catching my breath, I place my finger under her chin and bring those metallic eyes to mine.
“Silver, baby. You can’t leave Hell. This is your home now. And as for your cat…” She gives me a look with those eyes, and I find myself agreeing.
Fuck! How am I going to give her the cat when I’m sitting beside her? Maybe I can turn one of her ex lovers into a cat...
I smirk at the thought.
“Sure, Little Devil. I will go get your cat.”
She gives me a big smile and leans over to kiss me.
“Thank you, baby.” I raise my eyebrow at the new endearment, finding I quite like it.