Finished with step one of my current task, I press a few buttons on the microwave and go to grab a bowl.
“I’m seriously convinced she’s done something to the three of you. I’m the only one who hasn’t had my mouth on her, and I’m the only one who remembers how it feels when envy starts to rip us apart,” Jude growls.
“Is she making popcorn?” Ezekiel asks incredulously as the telltale pop pop pop starts its rapid-fire phase.
“She is insane. And very fucking distracting for all of us. Tell me you don’t see the fact we’ve just survived the worst third trial in hell’s long history, and instead of discussing the Devil’s true agenda, we’re discussing her,” Jude goes on as I pull the popcorn out and start pouring it into my bowl.
I quickly wash my hands, even though I can’t actually get dirty if I swap from transparent to whole. I’m just magically clean. Lovely little perk.
I don’t mind the guys being dirty. They still smell just as tempting, and now they’re a little battle dirty, which is actually very hot, since I’m insane like that.
“All we can do is speculate where Lucifer is concerned. He’s been called the ‘Mad King’ for quite some time,” Ezekiel drawls. “But we can start processing all we learned about her right now, while the memories are fresh. It’s clear she’s something we’ve been missing. You’re the only one not seeing that.”
Jude looks like he’s about ready for that death punch again when I come walking around, hugging my bowl of popcorn in one arm, while using my other hand to shovel it into my mouth.
I’m so hungry. And this is definitely one of those popcorn moments I finally get to enjoy with popcorn.
They all turn to look at me, not saying a word, blank expressions donning their faces.
“What?” I ask around a mouthful, before packing it full once again.
Ezekiel’s lips twitch.
“See?” Jude asks, gesturing to all of me as though I’ve just proven a very valid point. “Insane!”
He does his usual glare-at-me routine, and I swallow my popcorn while rolling my eyes.
“I’m going to my room. I’ll leave the door open—metaphorically—to anyone who wants to help me figure out my virginal status. I’m still too good for all of you, but now I like you a little more. Well, not you,” I say, directing that last part at Jude.
“You can’t touch me until you stop trying so hard to hate me,” I add.
I deliberately bump into his side on my way by, and shake my ass much more than necessary as I strut up the stairs, still wearing my ruby red slippers that have no tall heel. No, I don’t wear heels in this form. It’s not quite as graceful when gravity is a bitch.
“Don’t even think about it,” I hear Jude saying to someone. “Not until we all agree. Don’t let her strip us of that last bit of power.”
This time, I’m the one to flip him off without looking back. Then I eat more popcorn, because I really am hungry. Ravenous, actually.
“We need a way to settle this, or we’ll stay at an impasse,” Kai tells him.
“Then we’ll find a way to settle it,” Jude says with a chilling calmness that finally provokes me to look back and down at them from the top of the stairs.
He’s smirking at me in a way that makes him look even more dangerous than the Devil himself.
Sometimes I forget he really might kill me one day when he tires of trying to figure me out.
Chapter 8
After devouring two bowls of popcorn, I get naked and decide to enjoy the perks of a body when it meets an incredible shower.
The water racing down me in hurried rivulets is one of the many welcome sensations.
I don’t think about the guys, or hell, or the Devil, or the fact the Devil is still possibly playing a game of death with their lives. In this moment, I’m just a girl enjoying the luxury of sensation I’ve watched so many others take for granted over the years.
“The sounds you make for the smallest, simplest pleasures is what drives me the craziest,” Ezekiel says, startling my eyes open just in time to see him dig his fingers into my hair and roughly tug my head back so his lips can collide with mine.
When the actual hell did he invade my shower?
That draws a few more sounds of pleasure from me, as my arms wind around his neck and I kiss him back. His hand slides down my wet body, eliciting an entire new set of sensations, and he draws my leg up, lifting me with just that hold as he presses me into the back wall.
He’s practically devouring me, and that steady warmth travels through me on a tangent. The head of his cock teases the inside of my thigh with how close he is.
“What brought this on?” I ask, grinning up at the air when he starts kissing his way down my throat.
“I asked him to handle that part, since I knew you’d have no objections,” Jude says, causing me to choke on air as I dart my head to the side to see he’s joined us in the shower.
Gloriously naked and exceptionally hard, he stands just out of reach, his eyes on mine as Ezekiel lifts me effortlessly, and his incredible mouth moves to my right nipple.
I fight to keep my eyes open, as Ezekiel does things to my nipples I didn’t know were possible. It’s like there’s a direct line from them to my clit, as he moves from one to another, showing them both attention.
“You said I couldn’t touch you until I wasn’t trying to hate you so much,” Jude goes on, his hand lowering to his cock as he strokes himself once. “And since you’re so desperate for touch, maybe it’s the way to freeing up some answers.”
My eyes flutter shut on their own, and I grip Ezekiel’s shoulders when his hand wraps around me and starts toying with my clit while he’s still doing indescribably sinful things to my nipples.
Jude strokes himself harder as Ezekiel pushes me toward that edge, the sting of Jude’s glare the only thing holding me back.
Ezekiel groans against my breasts, sounding as though he feels as tortured as I do.
“Something as tempting as you can only be forbidden,” Jude says, releasing his cock as he starts walking toward us.
His face gets right in front of mine as Ezekiel works me harder, adding just an edge of pain as he thrusts against me like he wants me as bad as I want him in this moment.
“Tell us the consequences, comoara tr?d?toare,” he says in a seductive lull, his lips centimeters from mine as Ezekiel pushes a finger inside me, only adding to the overwhelming stimulation.
I’m half dazed, as I answer, “I don’t know.”
In the next instant, my left hand flies to Jude’s shoulder, gripping tightly as the most powerful orgasm I’ve had yet crashes over me with so much force that I cry out, my nails digging into both of them as I cling to them.
My entire body shudders in Ezekiel’s hold as he pants against my neck. He releases me and steps back, running a hand through his hair.
“Not going to get answers that way,” Jude says on an exasperated breath.