The Devil's Mark (Book 1)

Chapter Thirty One: The Pentagram

Lucifer

Forty-eight hours and a couple of checks later, the wedding of the century was beginning to take shape. Jason had spent every waking minute with the wedding planner going over everything from the lights to the music. I escaped out the sliding door and sat down on a lounge chair while gently sipping my favorite scotch. An hour later Jason emerged outside dressed in one of my many white dress shirts and a pair of skinny jeans. While this pregnancy of ours was doing wonders to his body, his skin was clearer, more radiant. Yet barely a month in and his tummy hardly showed signs of a baby bump.

"How'd it go with the wedding planner?" I asked as Jason sat down on my lap.

"Pretty good. We're nearly finished. Just a few more tweaks and we should have it."

"Excellent."

Resting his head on my shoulder, Jason slipped his hand inside the small opening of my shirt. My fingers grasped the glass firmly as I grit my teeth together. I wanted him, that much was true. Not being able to have sex with him these last few weeks have been driving me crazy. I can't remember the last time that I went without an orgasm. His fingers danced across my stomach, stroking my chest, brushing against my nipple. I rolled my hips, my erection jerking upward in my pants. I let out a low groan as the fire coursed through my veins, turning me on just as Jason was doing right at this very moment.

"You like what I'm doing to you?" He whispered in my ear.

"Yeah," I replied softly. "Hell yeah."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"And if I say yes?"

"Well then I'm just going to have to try harder next time."

I swallowed the dry lump in my throat as Jason sat up, removing his hand, and began to unbutton my shirt. Whatever liquid remained in the glass now splashed around as my right hand shook to the point of slipping from my grasp and crashing to the floor. The warm evening air hit my chest like a Mac truck, my legs spreading wider to accommodate the weight of the beautiful human about to do something mischievousness. My eyes watched with great intent, my mind hopelessly waiting in awe of what he was going to do next. My heart thundered in my ears as the urge to lay him down in the middle of the patio grew stronger with each beat. I gripped the corners of the armrest as my erection grew, sliding along my stomach and peeking its head out over the top of my pants.

Jason barked out a laugh. "Well, well, well. Looks like somebody wanted to say 'hello.'"

I grinned. "It's all yours baby."

"Does this mean you'll start having sex with me again?"

"Yes."

"And you promise me that you won't hold back?"

"'Hold back?' Sweetheart, that is not in my nature."

Taking him into my arms, our lips met as my tongue broke past the barrier, twisting and probing. God, how I wanted him. To consume him, to be inside of him. All these things and more made me feel like the luckiest man on earth. I drove the kiss down toward his cheek, his jawline, caressing his neck like the soft touch of a lover's hand. Than I sat up and ripped his shirt open as the tiny buttons scattered across the deck but I didn't stop there. Oh no, I was just getting started. I latched onto his nipple with the tips of my teeth, sucking the red rose bud gentle as Jason cranked his head back and moaned, running his fingers through my hair just as he had always done so many times before.

The head of my cock burned against my stomach, aching to be set free and finally be put to good use once and for all. My phone that was safely tucked away inside my pant pocket began to ring as I groaned in frustration, quickly losing my sex drive from sixty to zero in an instant. Jason slid off my lap as I shoved my hand inside and pulled out my phone. The caller ID read: ABADDON. Holding back the icy venom in my voice I slid my thumb across the screen and answered the call.