*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

I leaned down to her, our faces a few inches apart. I brushed a stray hair back from her face, tucking it behind her delicate ear. "We are not complete animals Ava, we won't do anything you say no to." She let out a breath of relief. "However," Emilio said as he sat beside her, resting a hand on her hip before touching his lips to her ear as he spoke softly to her, "mark my words. By the full moon, you'll be begging us to touch you in ways that make you blush just thinking about." Ava Blaine, daughter of Alpha Blaine of the Lupis Pack, has known the day would come for the war between her pack and the Ash Pack. She grew up training for the day it would ultimately rear it's ugly head. They had been rival packs for three generations, the Ash Pack trying to take over the Lupis Pack's land for it's resources. Her pack had done a damn good job keeping them at bay, until the twin Alphas came into their reigning day. When the day for battle came Ava knew she was ready, that is, until she learned they were her chosen Mates. Both of them. Due to the Bond she would be forced to choose between her beloved pack, or the Mate-Mates-chosen for her. What will she do?