Saving Tally (last Book 6) Jacobs Broken Mercenaries

chapter 8

Cael

Look at them down there, scrambling for their pathetic lives. So weak. They were always disposable. I’m the only one with the guts to do it. Coated in sins and to what end. They’re never happy.  Always looking for more. Whining about what they don’t have while not appreciating what they do. Not to mention all the prattling about irrelevant issues that never affect them personally. All of them are flawed. 
I could toy with them and destroy cities with one wave of my hand, but not yet. I have more important things to do. I need to find Jacob and destroy him. Now that I know of his lineage, he’s my biggest threat, and his view of right and wrong differs from mine. 
His home is dark and quiet. I don’t sense him here, and it’s obvious the crew has abandoned its headquarters.
The question is, where has he gone? I have a pretty good idea.
Faery remains untouched. Its serene domain is just begging for chaos. I’ll have to rectify that once I’ve conducted my business.  There’s no reason this plane should miss out on all the fun. I drop down when I see one of the familiar mercenaries. Grayson, I do believe. This is his place of birth. My smile is high with excitement as I anticipate his reaction. 
Most of the lackeys are there aside from the dark fae with the black hair and olive skin. 
I observe for a moment as they dance and feast. How easy it is to forget the chaos around them when they surround themselves with pretty things, useless things. Not one of them has the ambition I do. Power is the only thing that matters. Love, hope, dreams all intangible. Useless lies for the ones who don’t dare to reach.
I drop down, tucking my wings, and the camp goes silent. Grayson is the first to approach, the demon not far behind.
“What are you doing here, Cael?”
I wear a frown as I poke at the food, ignoring him. 
“I suppose you haven’t heard the news. It’s tragic really that it didn’t happen sooner.”
Grayson folds his arms, looking very much like a puffed up cat.
“My father is dead.”
A few shocked gasps resonate through the crowd.
“How?”
This comes from the demon.
“Ah, that is the best part.”
I stab the sword of Mikha’el into the oak table. It shutters the gold gleaming in the sun. 
“I did. With this and then I killed the elders. Every last one of them.”
I pause for dramatics gleaming with satisfaction and drop the dagger back in my scabbard.
“Now, do any of you know where Jacob is?”
Whispers sound, and no one comes forward. I’m losing my patience.  It’s as if he’s disappeared, or that’s what he wants me to believe.  He probably knows what happened. Can sense it. My father couldn’t measure Jacob’s power, but then he didn’t really try.
When it becomes obvious, none of them have a clue I move on to my second task. Raising my arms, I turn in a circle, forcing the air in. They stare back at me. Grayson knows exactly what I’m doing. He tries to stop me. I let him get close. With the flick of my wrist, he goes flying. My laughter drowns out everything else. Now I break all four walls. They feel that! The fae scatter like mice. 
Some stay to watch me with curiosity, others with fear. It won’t be long until they all regard me with the latter. The first intruder appears, and I leave, watching them scramble to secure their families. 













Tally


Eat your sandwich or don’t! I don’t care! I mock to myself.  What is his problem? I do eat my sandwich! I’m done feeling sorry for myself. 
I’m strong, and it’s time I start acting like it. I want out? Fine. I’ll get out, and I’m not waiting around for my dad to rescue me. Wow, it feels weird saying that; dad. If the angels want me to fulfill some prophecy, they're going to have to find me first.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach, giving me pause. 
That’s weird.
I suddenly feel flushed. Maybe I just need a shower to wake up? It’s been a few days. I sniff my hair. It’s not the freshest. I gather a lighter shirt and a fresh pair of leggings. I’ve been dressing in heavy layers just in case Lucifer gets any ideas. I don’t want to look at all appealing, but he’s already done the worst he could do. He’s betrayed my trust, broken my heart not once but twice, and taken away any joy I may have had. I realize I’ve given him too much power.
When I step into the water, the gentle downpour tickles my skin, and the heat makes me dizzy. My brows dip with concern.
I didn’t notice the little scented shampoos before. There must be a maid, I think to myself. I couldn’t see Lucifer picking out “Vanilla dream.” Or “Luscious Lemon.” Where do they get these things? It’s not like there’s a luxury soap shop around. I pop a few open, sniffing them and settle on a pomegranate that kicks up my heart rate. I moan at the intoxicating smell. My eyes pop open at my unexpected  reaction. 
I’ve never responded to scents like that before! I’m starting to really worry. Have I finally lost it? I pick the matching soap, massaging the bar over my body. The friction creates a thick, heavy foam that slides through my fingers, dripping off the crest of my breast. I spread the sweet smelling froth down my stomach and dip into my folds, mixing it with a pooling of my own wetness. I scream out at the intense sensation, kicking my head back, using the soap to stroke myself. I come hard, sliding down the shower wall.
I sit on the tiled floor, shocked and out of breath. Since when have I woken up horny enough to get off at a time like this with just a few touches? Is it stress? Is that even a symptom?
The door creaks open, and I yell out.
“Go away!”
Whomever it is doesn’t listen. Their heavy footfalls come closer. I grab a towel, throwing it over my body, the water drenching it in seconds. The curtain opens, and Lucifer stands over me, a puzzling look on his face.
“How do you feel?”
That’s the second time he’s asked me that. Then it dawns on me. He’s done this. I don’t know how, but every bone in my body believes it to be true. He removes his jacket, placing it on the counter, his shirt next. I sit silently, staring at his beautiful body as my sex clenches wantonly. Lucifer reaches down at his pants with a shudder. My eyes widen at the thick bulge. Even further when I realize I’ve been stroking myself again beneath the towel and I’m ready to come for the second time this morning.
“I knew you were hiding the body of a goddess. Tell me, Tallisa. Tell me how bad you want me, need me?”
I snap my mouth shut. I was about to. Was going to beg this murderer to fuck me! I don’t talk like that. I would never want this, but my gods, I feel so empty. I’ve already begun pumping my hips in anticipation.  I watch as his zipper slides down and his thick shaft is exposed. I lick my lips, leaning toward it, coming hard on my fingers.
“I’m going to claim you Tallisa six different fucking ways from Sunday.  I’ll have you drowning in pleasure so deep Jace will be a distant memory and you’ll never want another between those pretty thighs of yours.”
I have a moment of clarity.  It’s a fraction, but enough.  I’m on my knees clutching my towel with Lucifer in all his naked glory, standing before me, looking like he’s going to devour me at any moment. Instead of taking him in my mouth like I disgustingly believe I was about to do. I punch him hard where it counts. 
It all happens so fast. He drops to the floor and I run, slipping on the wet tile. I hear him holler my name as I descend the stairs two steps at a time.
I run into the kitchen, my fear and adrenaline fighting the insane need I have to come constantly driving me into a singular state of need. With my head turned, I run into Ozar, my towel making a loud smack against his solid chest. I squint my eyes begging not to be turned on. Apparently, he’s easier to resist. I’m not throwing myself at him. Maybe it’s worn off?
Lucifer comes barreling through the kitchen, knocking the door off its hinges.
“Tallisa! Come here!”
My libido kicks back up at a high level, and I want to listen. My mind does not want to dissect the issues I have there.
Ozar steps in front of me, surprising me beyond measure.
“Sir, have you forced yourself on our guest?”
Lucifer stops heaving and goes very still, straightening his spine.
“What I do does not concern you. Have you forgotten your place, Ozar?”
Ozar grimaces but looks back at Lucifer, standing his ground.
“No sir, I have not, but maybe you should rethink your recent decisions.” 
Lucifer looks down at me, then back to Ozar. I back up sure he’s going to attack the big demon, but as if he loses a battle with his morals, he disappears. 
I make sure he’s truly gone before returning to my room. Seven more orgasms and a few hours later, I feel normal again. I figured out how he did it, thanks to Ozar. He had watched Lucifer prepare me food twice and slip a vial from his pocket both times. 
I like Ozar. He’s a little scary to look at, but you get used to it. After a while, the horns kind of grow on you. At least he’s honest. I’m working up the nerve to ask him to help me escape. I know I can leave undetected, but it’s getting to the portal. That’s the challenge. There are a lot of nasty’s between here and there.

It’s dark now, and there’s been no sign of Lucifer. Even so, I don’t relax. It seems every time I do; he pops up.
What he’s done doesn’t surprise me. What shocks me to my core is that I hate him, but I’m wildly attracted to him. Believe me, that wasn’t easy to admit, but I’m not one to lie to myself as ugly as the truth may be. That doesn’t mean I’ll admit it out loud either, and especially not to him. He’s probably out banging a she-devil getting his rocks off. Good, it’s not like I’m jealous. I just don’t need another person in the house threatening my life. 
I lay back on my pillow that’s too plush. On a bed, that’s too comfy. This place should be terrible. It shouldn’t feel like a resort. It should reflect its owner. A big hulking square with a tiny burnt to a crisp bed where his heart should be.
I try to focus on that instead of the way he looked at me and how it made me feel; desirable. Like I was the most beautiful woman in the world that could bring the devil to his knees. Arousal coils in my belly like a snake, and this time I can’t blame the potion. My guilt is just as strong. I’m lusting after the man that killed Jace. The man I swore to kill for revenge. 
I admit that could have been anyone, and he did technically save the world, but it doesn’t change his selfish intentions or the way he’s treated me since the minute I stepped foot on his land. I hear a groan coming from the door that separates our room. I sit up in the bed listening. After another muffled noise, I get up to investigate. I look in to the peephole and what I see makes my breath catch.
Lucifer is sprawled out on his back, black sheets surrounding perfectly golden skin. His abdomen is tensed with corded muscle, one hand buried in the satin fabric, the other wrapped around his rigid length. His eyes are open like he’s looking right at me. My thighs tighten in response as I lean into the door on my tiptoes. A loud bellow reverberates through the door as thick white ribbons spread across his stomach. I push away, laying my back against the door, trying to catch my breath. 
When he came, he said my name and my body responded like it craved his touch. As if it felt it before and needed it to survive. 
I jump in my bed, my heart still racing. Well, I guess he wasn’t getting his rocks off. Since I watched him do just that, like some creeper. My hand slips down for the eighth time today and I blame it on residual side-effects but I know the truth. Lucifer has awakened a part of me I never knew existed.