A Demon And Her Scot (Welcome To Hell) (12 page)

“No hallucinations. Yet. The day is only half over, though, and you never know what interesting herbs we might run across.”

Shit. Way to remind him they had six more holes to go before he could track Aella down and get her to repeat what she’d said. Way too long the way Lucifer played. Watching the demon, tongue peeking between his teeth as he swung and missed at his ball in the scrubby grass, he sighed.

“Move aside for a second, would ye?” Snagging the club from Lucifer’s hand, Niall put himself in position.

“What? You? Cheating?” Lucifer staggered and clutched at his chest.

Drama king. “Ye can pay me a bonus later, preferably in stone and laborers so I can build my lass a bigger castle. Now shut up while I get ye going in the right direction.” With a well-aimed swing, Niall sent the ball soaring before handing Lucifer back the club. Just in time, too, as game officials came trotting into sight.

With no witnesses, and the king of lies spinning an elaborate tale about attacking arachnids, no one could say a thing about the ball, which in a miracle, ended up not only clearing the copse but landing two feet from the cup. Even the devil would have had to work hard to miss that simple putt.

And so they played the rest of the game. Lucifer missing, and sending the ball often careening out of sight of cameras and crowd, and Niall quickly getting the ball back into play in a favorable position, until they were at the final hole.

God and the Devil were tied for first place, the other competitors having had unfortunate mishaps, one which might have proven fatal to the Lord of Limbo, who fell into a sand trap. The giant worm that emerged snapping him up whole was apparently not indigenous to the area or the planet. But hey, those were the risks they took when they signed up for the challenge.

Unfortunately, Niall couldn’t help the lord of the pit with this final shot in full view of the crowd. As if sensing his impending victory, his ball sitting only ten feet from the cup, God couldn’t help taunting his brother, which for those new to their relationship meant he was being stupidly nice and encouraging.

“You can do it, little brother. I know you can. Let’s share this victory just like we share the same blood. Or is it essence?” God rubbed his chin. “Whatever it is that makes us family, know that I love you no matter what happens. Win or lose, we have each other.”

Lucifer growled.

“Ignore him,” Niall admonished. “He’s just trying to throw off your game. Ye can do this. Ye are only twenty feet from the hole.”

“Might as well be a hundred. We both know my putting skills suck.”

Yeah, but his angry aim was never off. Niall had an idea, a long shot, but given the odds they faced now and their inability to cheat with the cameras and the eyes of the crowd on them, maybe it was their only choice.

He leaned in and whispered, “If ye don’t win this, your minions will mock ye.” Lucifer scowled. Niall murmured some more. “Gazillions are watching, waiting for ye to fuck up.” Lucifer rumbled in discontent. Niall dropped the bomb, a fake one, but times called for drastic measures. “I hear Gaia’s been fucking your brother behind your back and claiming his bigger dick is more satisfying than yours. As a matter of fact, the only reason she’s still with ye is so she could spy and tell your brother about all your plans, usually while she’s sucking his cock.”

With smoke pouring from his ears, flames spewing from his nose, and his eyes burning like supernovas, Lucifer lost it. His club went swinging, bonked God upside the head, clipped Niall on the way, bounced back, and tapped the little benign golf ball on the ground.

As the dimpled sphere went rolling, Niall locked the devil in a headlock before he could go charging after his dazed brother, quickly saying in his ear, “I lied. Gaia never touched your brother.”

Lucifer stilled. “She didn’t?”

“Nope.”

“So I don’t get to kill the annoying goody two
-shoes?”

“Why bother when you can humiliate him on the course? Look.”

Look indeed. While Niall quickly worked to calm the Lord of Sin, a miracle happened. He sank his putt.

Lucifer quickly grasped what it meant. “If he misses, I win!”

Sensing the lord of the pit’s change in mood, Niall released him, and Lucifer stood with his shoulders back, lips curved in a smirk, slicking back his hair and straightening his clothes.

Just as his brother prepared to putt, Lucifer—not one to leave things to chance—muttered under his breath, “I love you, big brother.”

Of all the things he could have done, that probably ranked as the most startling. God, thrown off balance, bobbled his shot. The ball wobbled a few feet then stopped shy of the hole, placing Lucifer solidly in first place.

At first
, the crowd remained silent, all eyes locked on the unfolding drama in disbelief. Then a wild roar rocked the barren plain as Hell’s minions went wild. Fireballs flews, the earth shook, fists pumped in excitement, and a little blood was shed. All in all, as victories went, it was a relatively damage-free one.

As the angels sulked off, their billowy white wings drooping, and Limbo’s spirits dissipated, indifferent to the result, and the Greeks yelled for retribution, as well as challenges, which went for the most part ignored, Lucifer chuckled.

“Damn it, Scot. That was fucking brilliant. But how did you know it would work?”

Niall shrugged. “I didn’t. However, I did know I had to try something, and given ye couldn’t soft putt if your life depended on it, I decided to use your freaky good aim when ye get truly pissed to good use.”

“Don’t think this victory means I’m tearing up your contract,” Lucifer replied with narrowed eyes. “Your soul still belongs to me.”

“But his heart and body are mine,” Aella announced, coming up behind them. “That is if you were serious?”

Whirling around, he spied her upheld axe as she waited for his answer. A great big laugh made him shake. “Oh lass. Ye are a never-ending source of joy. Would ye truly decapitate me?”

“In a second. I won’t ever let you go, Scott. If I give you my heart, you’d better treasure it or else.”

A woman, giving him orders? Not just any woman. His Aella. He dropped to his knees and held out his arms from his sides. “I place my trust and my love in your hands, lass.”

“You’d get better results if you placed your cock in them,” Lucifer advised as he passed them, his arm draped around Gaia and squeezing an ass cheek.

“He’s right. We would. What do you say we adjourn somewhere a little more private?” Aella asked.

“I know just the place.” Clasping her in his arms, Niall activated his amulet and took them home. Home to his tower, and a bed.

But before he sank into the glorious heat of her body, he just had to ask, “Did ye mean it?”

He hated how needy he sounded. How unsure. Baring himself, even for the woman he loved, was hard. It seemed he wasn’t the only one finding it hard to admit it aloud.

She licked her lips and swallowed, taking her time finding the words he needed to hear. “Yes. I don’t how or when it happened, but I fell in love with you. Kilt and all.”

“Truly?”

“How many times do I have to say it?” She tempered her irritated retort with a stroke of her hand against his cheek. “I’ll admit, I’m worried about letting you into my life. You’re stuck in the dark ages and on the rebound from your first love.”

Lost in her eyes, he noted for the first time a glimmer of trepidation, and he realized something shocking. His lass feared. Feared not her love for him, but the possibility that perhaps he didn’t love her as much as she seemed to think he loved his past. No longer. “Despite what ye think, I never loved her. What I felt for Fionnaghal was lust, and while I did covet, it wasn’t so much her I wanted as the power and prestige being her husband brought. With ye…” He trailed off and cupped her cheeks. “With ye, I don’t want your land or money. I don’t need power or prestige. I just want ye. I love ye, Aella. I love it when you’re angry and outspoken and killing things. I love ye when ye claw my back to ribbons and scream to wake the dead. I love that ye are not meek or mild, or willing to let others make your decisions.”

“Even if it does drive you mental and I need to have the last word?”

“Because ye do those things.”

“So we’re stuck together forever?”

“And ever.”

“Seal it with a kiss?” she asked with a sensuous smile.

             
Her Scot did better than that. He made short work of their clothes, his powerful hands ripping them from their bodies while she laughed, a young, girlish sound, carefree and wanton.

He loved her.

Loved her despite her faults. Even because of them.

What more could she ask for?

Hmm, other than some hot sex to seal the deal. Lucky her, he had the same idea. He covered her body with his own, skin-to-skin, lips meshed, and erotic sparks sizzling between them. She arched up against him, delighting in the feel of him, the strength, the power she knew he held at bay because, for some reason, he liked to think of her as delicate. So endearing.

Maybe at another time she’d let him treat her like spun glass and an object of worship. Today
, it was her turn.

“
On your back,” she ordered.

“
When I’m done pleasuring ye.” His lips teased the bud of her breast, pulling it taut and sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body.

She almost gave in.
It would be so easy to let him do all the work and to bask in the climax his lips promised. But she’d rarely had a chance to explore, and she wanted to in a bad way. “Get on your back, Scot. Right now or I’ll get my axe.” She shoved at his solid chest, which rumbled with laughter at her threat.

“Blood-thirsty lass. It’s a good thing I love ye.”
With a sigh of resignation, he rolled off her body onto his back.

S
he sat up and swallowed a sigh of her own. He was so ruggedly perfect. There he lay, waiting for her next move, his body tense with anticipation, his eyes glowing with arousal, his cock jutting upward, twitching as she stared.

“
Lace your fingers under your head and keep them there,” she commanded.

“Are ye about to get kinky with me?” he asked with an arched brow.

“Would you settle for dirty?”

In a blur, he did as told, and she laughed. “Now don’t move.” S
he straddled his waist, her honey-slick core resting on his muscled stomach, which clenched in response. Leaning forward, she slid her lips across his in a sensuous caress, but jerked away before he could capture her lips.

“
I said don’t move.”

“Tease.”

“You have no idea.” With only her lips, she traced the edge of his unshaven jaw, nipping it lightly with her teeth. He trembled, but didn’t budge. She trailed a sinuous path down his neck and, in the curve where it met his shoulder and gave him a hard suck. His body went still and stiff under hers, and the muscles in his arms strained as he fought to keep himself from moving.

She laughed as s
he leaned up to stare him in the eyes. How fierce he looked, his eyes glowing with an intensity she’d come to expect and love. The temptation to kiss him was strong, but she settled instead for dragging her nails over his nipples, which puckered in response. Between her nails, she pinched the tips, her thighs gripping him tightly as he bucked, his body reacting whether he wanted it to or not.

“I said stay still.”

“But—”

She shushed him. “Behave,
Scot, or I will make you watch as I play with myself.”

“
Ye are just plain evil,” he said with a strained chuckle that turned into a groan as she took one of his nipples into her mouth and sucked.

“
That’s not evil. This is evil.” She repositioned herself so that her pussy hovered over his mouth and her lips brushed the tip of his cock. A pearl formed on the head. She licked it before she slid her lips down his thick length. Then up again. Then down and up. She felt him shift, and she paused long enough to say, “Don’t you dare move.”

“
Aella,” he groaned, but he listened. Taking pity on him, she made his task easier by lowering her sex onto his mouth. He devoured her eagerly, hands still tucked under his head, but his tongue… Oh my, his tongue more than made up for it.

Distracted, she returned to her previous action of sucking. Bobbing up and down on his cock, she also cupped
his balls and kneaded them until they pulled up taut.

Sixty-nine truly was the most decadent number, probably her favorite one now as they both worked the other to a fevered state. H
is cock swelled under her attention while he latched onto her sex with a ferocity that made her cry out, the sound vibrating around the dick in her mouth. He tongued her. Probed her. Pleasured her, bringing her to the edge.

She didn’t want to fall off it without him inside her. She rolled off him, panting, and he let out a cry. “Get back here, lass. I wasn’t done.”

“I’m still giving the orders,” she gasped. Barely.