The Devil's Wings

By Alexa Piper

Lionel is in love with the Devil. It has taken the necromancer and police consultant a while to acknowledge it, and the impatient and overeager Lucifer didn’t always make it easy for Lionel to come to terms with his emotions, but Lionel is finally in a place where he wants to open up to his boyfriend.

After some well-deserved vacation time, Lionel finds himself back at work, and he is welcomed by a potential murder case that quickly turns into a mystery he is determined to solve. Lucifer has been having his own thoughts on intimacy and sharing things, and there are small details about himself he has yet to tell his necromancer.

In between an unusual case of corpses at the beach, Lucifer reveals his secret to the man he loves. As a result, the Devil will have to learn that a secret once revealed cannot be unmade by any deal. And Lionel will have to find a way to make his peace with the fact that loving a god and letting that god love him is just not as easy as he thought.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Jul 2, 2022

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Chapter One

Lionel

The Devil on top of me, filling my mouth with his woodfire and spices scent while he kissed me senseless -- that was not something I’d thought I’d get used to. And yet here I was, Lionel Hawkes, professional necromancer and newly minted demigod, on my back in Lucifer’s bed, and somehow pleasantly used to what he was doing do me. Craving it, even. His bedroom was warm although the January light filtering in through the curtains, half covering the floor-to-ceiling windows, was bleary and cool, and of course, so close to him, there was no chance of me getting cold.

Babe, turn on your stomach, he said, barely even breaking the kiss as he caged me in with his arms, with his body.

I need to get up and get to work, I said. The Holiday break is over. And it had been a long one, because Christine, my boss, had either been bribed by Lucifer or she’d wanted to be rid of me for a little while. The outcome had been the same: Lucifer, capitalizing heavily on my time and attention from around mid-December to New Year’s just a few days ago. And me, secretly loving it. A lot.

Lucifer grumbled. It’s still early, and you won’t be late. You are also not leaving this bed before I’ve had you. So, on your stomach.

I shivered at his words, but I knew this was not a discussion I was likely to win, and so I slowly turned. Of course, with him being all over me, I felt his hard cock brush up against my own, and that made me give him a small, needy noise that I couldn’t quite contain. Which I just knew he’d love.

Mmh, you’re so hot, babe, he said and commenced kissing and nipping at my neck when I was finally where he wanted me.

I dug my fingers into the sheets, idly wondering when I’d gotten used to his large, circular bed and the high-thread-count gray sheets, but when he was starting to rub his cock in my crack, all idle thoughts went overboard.

Babe, I’m doing magic to you, he said. Still your own.

You do not need to tell me every fucking time, Lucy, I said, but he just growled and bit my newly pierced earlobe, pulling the stud with his teeth so hard I gasped… with the pure pleasure the pain brought me.

Yes, I do, he said. Now still your magic, while I make you slick for me.

Well, okay, maybe he did. But honestly, I’d not been able to use my demigod magic since that one time on Midwinter where we’d had a run in with Michael, who’d just been an angel dick all over again. I was beginning to think that my Awesome Demigod Sled Dog Magic ™ was more of a hit or miss kind of deal than anything I’d ever really get the hang of. Not that that was bad. I’d always been a necromancer, and while I didn’t care for the smell of decay, I wasn’t skittish, and I loved the work.

As Lucifer’s magic touched me, I couldn’t quite smother the gasp that escaped me. His sex magic was just so incredibly intimate, more intimate than every single time he’d lubed me up with his skilled and teasing fingers. I could feel him clean me and leave me slick -- much slicker than I needed to be, but I’d come to learn he liked it that way, and when the Devil liked something, there was very little I could do to change that, even less to keep him from getting it.

Since he was still rubbing his cock between my cheeks, he was very soon spreading that slickness, and pretty soon after that, I was squirming under him, just trying to get some friction of my own.

Lucifer chuckled. Ah, babe. Do you want me?

Yes. Or do you need a written invitation? I said, knowing perfectly well that this would get me -- something. I just didn’t know what.

Mmh. So mouthy again. You were far tamer when I had you tied up and fed you my cock back in Scotland.

Well, I didn’t have to be anywhere when you did that, did I? I have to go to the station at some point this year. I wanted to add I had another necromancer to train, but that would really get Lucifer angry. He definitely did not appreciate me talking about other men while I was in his bed, and if I did, he might not let me come. And I wanted to come. Sometime this year.

Ah, sweet. How you test me. I have to remember to do something about that mouth of yours in the mornings. And then, he spread my knees as far as they would go, so far I knew he could see everything, so far I knew I’d be embarrassed if this were anyone but him kneeling between my legs.

I was also pretty sure he’d not stretch me much, and sure enough, after he made his dark clouds against a bright sky Devil noises, I felt his tip push against my slick ring. He didn’t always do this and usually liked taking his time, but he’d probably sensed that I liked it when he was rough and fast, some of the time at least.

He pushed into me slowly enough so that I could relax around him, and I mewled into the sheets, burying my head as pleasure lit up every nerve ending. The burn was intense, but it was so, so good, that fullness after those first few seconds, the pressure, just all of it.

You take me so well, love, Lucifer said and stroked my hips as he slid home. So very well.

Hmnnn, I managed, just adjusting to feeling him. He was big, not that I ever had enough of a break to forget it.

Lucifer pulled my ass up with a sudden move, sheathing himself that much deeper as my right cheek went flush against the mattress. He grabbed my ass and kneaded, barely even rocking his hips, though this close, I felt his balls and the defined muscle of his thighs even as my own cock bobbed and leaked, precum dripping down.

Whose are you? Lucifer asked, voice husky.

I swallowed and did my best to lift my head so I could speak. Well, it’s your cock up my ass, so what do you think? I said.

He chuckled. Then, he slapped my ass. I moaned.

Whose are you? he asked again, voice softer.

Hard to say. I keep forgetting things so easily, I said, not quite sure why I was saying it, but before I could consider that, he’d landed two slaps on my ass, one on either cheek, and harder this time.

Whose are you? he asked once more, voice now positively saccharine.

I’m yours. Only yours, I said, my skin prickling with sweat from that sweet and strange pleasure I’d gotten from him slapping me. Was I okay? Why was him slapping me hot all of a sudden?

Mine, he said, and without another word of warning, he fucked into me, hard, his pace punishing and barely giving me enough room to scream as he hit just the right spot every single damn time he slammed into me.

I lost all sense of time and self as he took me like this, and my world narrowed to just him in me, him taking me. Yes, I was fully the Devil’s in that moment, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

I came, hard, deep, and fast. I screamed and shivered, but he didn’t slow, not until I could feel him speed up and push all the harder into my pleasure-softened body. He came, the heat of him flushing into me, going so deep that it made me reel with yet another spike of desire all over again.

He kept holding my hips up -- necessary because I was left with about the same muscle tension as a wet rug. He stroked my sides and back, and hummed his primordial Devil noises at me, a sound that was probably only soothing to me and fucking scary to everyone else.

You did so well, love, he said softly, and I trembled. The sheets under my mouth were moist, either from drool or my breath or a combination thereof. Whose are you?

I’m yours, I said, my voice just a bit rough around the edges.

He bent over and kissed me between my shoulder blades. Yes, you are. I love you, Nelly.

You too.

He was still not pulling out, though, but I was in no mood to complain. I did feel him reach for the nightstand, though, pull open a drawer and get something out, and that did catch my attention, so I glanced at him from where my head was still mostly buried in the sheets.

What’re you doing? I asked, because I recognized that black box. It had been one of the Saturnalia presents he’d given me, and of course, the ass had embarrassed me completely by letting me unwrap it right in front of Hades and Persephone.

It was a butt plug, all black and on the larger side.

We should use this, finally, Lucifer said sweetly.

What? But…

Hush, he said and pulled the plug from its cushion of wine dark velvet. The tapered base was set with small sapphires, which I’d seen upon unwrapping it, and I was pretty sure this wasn’t anything mass-produced, but rather something he’d had made especially for me. For all I knew, the vain ass had had the plug fucking modeled after his own cock… which he now pulled out of me, only to replace it right away with that monster plug.

I groaned. You can’t be serious, I said, but sure enough, I felt a magic seal in the plug slide home. Oh, we’d been here before, but idiotically, I’d assumed he’d never again spell a plug to stay in my butt until he decided I’d had enough and took it out, but apparently, I had been too naïve when getting into this relationship and bringing my ass to the table.

Babe. I simply like the idea of you having my cum inside you all day at work. While you have to deal with this office colleague of yours. It’s really a surprise the man can hold his own dick while peeing, isn’t it?

He was talking about Marc Deacon, of course, whom he really didn’t like, but this was ridiculous. This is ridiculous, I said consequently and got up, but not before he pulled me into his arms.

No, it’s not. He hugged me close and kneaded my plugged ass, making me moan into his mouth as he gave me a sloppy kiss. This is perfect for your first day back at work, babe.

And there really wasn’t any point in arguing, because the Devil was my boyfriend, and Lucifer always fucking got his way.

* * *

Just a few months ago, people at the police station didn’t really give me much of a second look whenever I came in to do some desk work. But then, there had been the Sexy Mitch incident, a.k.a. my run-in with a serial killer. Ugh. And not long after that, my birth father, an ancient Minoan king, had gone very murdery right in Christine’s office. Double-ugh.

These days, people probably just stared because I always came into work with my boyfriend swaggering behind. It was annoying, because Lucifer was by far too good at making eye contact with people and befriending them. It was uncanny.

We were now in the long hallway that ended in the glass door to the homicide unit, and Lucifer had greeted pretty much everyone we’d walked past by name.

Seriously, do you know everyone who works here? I asked -- just as Dr. Lesker peeked his head out of his office as if he’d smelled us. My whole body went tight, and that meant I felt the plug all the better, which meant I blushed furiously, which meant Lucifer put a hand on the small of my back to soothe me.

I just talk to people, babe. Dr. Lesker.

Ah, back from the vacation, I see, Lesker said. He eyed me like a steak that needed to lie down on his couch so he could tenderize it with words, but I probably just imagined that -- or projected. Because I had learned all about projecting when he’d made me talk to him.

Yeah, you know, I said and tried to get my facial color back to normal by calming the fuck down. Just getting back into the rhythm.

He nodded. We had a twice monthly rhythm, I believe?

We did. Unless I managed to skip a session or two. Sure, I said.

I’ll bring him, Lucifer purred, that fucking traitor.

I do not need to be taken to therapy like a fucking teenage delinquent, I said, and pretty much gave up on getting my blush under control.

Therapy isn’t just for teenagers or delinquents, Dr. Lesker helpfully informed me. Just another fucking traitor.

That wasn’t even what I meant, I said, but I knew I had already lost. After some initial differences, Lucifer had managed to really hit it off with Lesker, because of course, he had.

And I just meant I’ll bring you so I can be your emotional support, babe. You know this, Lucifer said and kissed the top of my head.

And I actually did know that. Over the Holidays, we’d grown closer. Or no, we hadn’t, but I had begun to understand that this was real, this being me and Lucifer. That I was more to him than just a demigod fling he couldn’t really connect with on any other level than the bedroom level. The revelation was as scary as it was… comforting.

Yeah, I do, I said, strongly reminding myself that Lucifer actually didn’t lie, and that he meant every word he said. Sorry. Therapy just isn’t my favorite thing in the world, you know. There. I told the Devil a thing. Because I did that now. Because I had given him my heart, the whole bloody muscle, with all the dripping, wobbly bits.

Lucifer kissed the side of my head next, and his warm breath tickled my hair. I know, babe. We can have ice cream after.

This. Just couldn’t get any worse.

You two seem much closer, Lesker said, and what detective work that was on his part.

Mmh. Lucifer put his arm on my shoulder. "A bit of a break