A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

Sh*t Happens

Here's the cover for "A Fallen Angel"!!! InSearchOfFlames made it just like she made the one for this book!!! Thank you so much girl!!! 😁💖

Mac and Beth were back at the house by 9 that night. Beth was relieved to be back inside the house again and to not have to worry about Luke or Mike coming over. And the shower. She couldn't wait for that.

As Mac started putting the clothes and other things away, Beth headed towards the bathroom.

"Where the hell are ya goin'?" Mac demanded, throwing a dirty flannel off to the side.

"Gonna take a shower."

Mac grunted. "Wait for me. Water ain't cheap."

Beth smiled softly and nodded, heading into the bathroom, when something stirred inside of her. She felt sick. Like vomiting sick. She covered her mouth and burped a little, leaning against the bathroom door as she felt the McDonald's dinner they had coming back up. She quickly walked over to the toilet and knelt down, just in time too. She threw up into the porcelain bowl, her throat sore and her nose burning. Then she heard the door creak open. "Beth?" Mac asked, and then he pushed all of the way in, pulling her hair back and rubbing her shoulders.

Finally, after what seemed like hours or being sick, Beth sat back from the toilet, her hands shaking and exhaustion haunting her. Mac grabbed some toilet paper and handed it to her, but she could hardly move. All she wanted now was to sleep and to get rid of the burning sensation in her nostrils. Mac realized that she wasn't going to clean herself, so he carefully wiped her mouth and chin, under her nose and brushing her hair back. When that was finished her stood up, throwing the toilet paper away and heading over to the tub. He started running a hot bath, adding some soap and stuff to it, and he shut it off when the tub was almost all of the way full. Then he turned to Beth, who had her eyes closed in exhaustion, sleep merely centimeters from her.

"C'mon. Let's get ya cleaned up," Mac murmured, crouching down in front of her.

"Nhm," she hummed, shaking her head slightly. "Too tired."

"I don't care. C'mon, ya ain't sleepin' in my bed smellin' like puke." Mac ordered, this time peeling away her wife beater. She let him, and she let him pull her boxers off as well. Mac stepped back and peeled his clothes away, then he leaned down and picked  her up, gently setting her in the tub before hopping in behind her. She leaned heavily against Mac's chest, her throat still raw.

Mac rested his hands on the side of the tub, Beth resting on his chest between his legs. Her head was on his collarbone, and Mac couldn't help but feel lucky. Lucky that she was his and with him. He stared down at the bite mark on her shoulder, which looked like it was fading slightly. He didn't want that. He wanted it back.

He leaned down and started kissing the bite mark, running his tongue over it, when Beth ripped away from him. "Could you not?" She demanded, turning to glare at him.

"The hell?" He demanded right back. She didn't want him to bite her? He thought she was into that!

"Sorry, but I don't feel like getting bitten again." She growled sarcastically.

"Why the hell not?"

"Well for starters; it hurts like hell. Secondly; I just threw up. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get cleaned off. After all, we're in a shower." She retorted sharply, grabbing the soap and a washcloth. She started lathering down while Mac sat back in confusion. Where the hell did this come from? Why was she being so angry today? First they made love in the cave, and now they were home. It didn't make sense.

"What hell's got your panties in a bunch?" Mac demanded, still trying to process why she didn't want to fuck.

"What? Can I go one day without getting bitten by you?" She snapped, turning her fuming blue eyes on him.

Mac held his hands up in defense. "I was jus' askin' a question. Jesus." He muttered. What the hell did he do?

"Well how about you get cleaned up instead of askin' stupid questions?" She demanded, lathering her skin with the sweet smelling soap.

"Jesus Christ, can ya take a chill pill?" Mac asked. Was she on her period or something?

Beth scoffed and rinsed off, getting out of the tub and grabbing the nearest towel and drying off, heading into the bedroom. Mac growled and got up as well, not even bothering to drain the tub. He wrapped a towel around his waist too and followed her out.

Beth was browsing through some clothes when Mac came in. He stood there for a moment until Beth growled and faced him. "What? You just gonna stand there and act stupid?" She spat.

"Calm the fuck down! Jesus, I made you a bath and ya fuckin' yell at me? The hell did I do?" He demanded. This was seriously starting to piss him off.

"You tried to fucking bite me!" She snapped, jabbing a finger at him. "I'm sorry I don't like getting bitten 24/7, but could you lay off?"

"Calm the hell down!" Mac roared. Jeez she was getting on his last nerve! "I'm gonna finish my shower. Go do whatever the hell ya want." And with that, he turned around and headed down the hall, back to the bathroom.

"Good!" Beth yelled after him. When Mac slammed the bathroom door shut,  Beth growled in frustration. Today had been a stressful day packing and unpacking, she just didn't want to deal with anything. Mac was pissing her off, but her thoughts were stuck on her throwing up. Why had she thrown up like that? Was it just some bad food? McDonald's wasn't exactly the freshest food in the world, maybe that was it? But then why would she be so crabby and snappy at Mac? Her period wasn't due until next week...

Then it hit her.

Mac didn't wear a condom that night.

He had said that he didn't want her on birth control.

He came inside her.

Was she pregnant?