Mating Season.

Chapter 2: The messages.

Text to: My Human.

'I owe you an explanation. You'd be safer if Dean was there with something pulled on me. It's mating season for me. Each Angel / Archangel has their own month. Since you're my human, I would want nothing more than to chain you up to your bed and breed with you.'

That sounded so wrong.

'That sounded horrible. I'm sorry. I would just want to be very, very intimate with you till this month was over or till you were pregnant with my nephilim. Oh, I hear you, my Sammy. I want to come to you but please not now. Let me get myself under control. I miss you, Pet. I'll be back in October. 😉'

He tapped the send button as he slopped down on the throne of Hell.

He hoped that I understood that he was only trying to protect me from his over hormonal self.

I heard my special texttone that I had for Lucifer. I grabbed my phone as I looked down at his message, sighing heavily, yet again.

Text to: My Angel.

'I can't wait till October to see you. I get you're trying to protect me. The worst thing that will happen is that you and I will end up with a nephilim together.'

Right? Was that only worse thing that would happen to me?

'Lu, I trust you. Just please come back, Sweetheart. Wait! Idea! Can't Nick just take over till October? Then I'm safe?'

I tapped the send button as I missed him.

He chuckled lightly at my message as he swung his legs over the arms of the throne, he made himself more comfortable.

It was already hard to adjust in the throne due to his shaft was already getting hard and pressed painful against the zipper of his jeans.

He had tournamented himself before he left by a simple breath.

Text to: My Human.

'Nick cannot take over once my mating season month has started. He won't be able take back control until October. It's safer this way, Baby. I know you miss me. I miss you too.'

My slender body pressed against him for our nightly sleep. The way my hair smelt after a shower.

It was very overwhelming and intoxicating for him.

'A Devil's trap won't hold me, Samantha. You're intoxicating to me at this point. It's better this for. Stay strong, my Pet.'

He tapped the send button as he placed his cellphone down on his chest, wishing it was me instead.

"Damnit!"

Text to: My Angel.

'That's. . . Interesting. Is that why before we got together, I barely saw you in September?'

This was torment for me. I'd rather have him here with me, doing what he needed to make this month more comfortable for him.

When I had read the 'stay strong' part, I could actually hear his voice in my ear like he was right behind me.

'I'm not that strong, Lucifer. You know that I would do anything to keep you comfortable during this time of the month if you were here with me.'

I knew that he probably won't be able to control himself during this month.

'It's up to you. You know where I am if you want me.'

Was I really playing his own game against him?

Yep, I was.