“Well, that’s not bloody fair, I still have no freaking clue as to my role in this crazy, screwed up universe.” I all but whine.
Daxell takes my hand and whispers, “You’ve got this, honey cheeks. Come on, we need to get ready to head out.” He pulls me after him and I resist for a moment.
“You know something?” I smile and pull him back to me, “You’re right, I’ve got this. Everything has become so much clearer since meeting you. I’m ready to go whenever you are.”
“Then let’s be on our way.” He pulls me after him and all feels right with me and the realms for now.
18
Half-demon, Half-human, Duke of The Underworld, Misfit
(Daxell)
Lillie is here with me now and we are getting ready to start an adventure together. I can’t help but wonder if our adventure will be her undoing, but I’m too far gone. Whatever resistance I had in me has all but evaporated on the wind the more time I spend in her presence. Her very essence calls to me, it’s like a drug that I was addicted to from the moment go. I agreed to meet her in the hall, with little to no baggage on my part. Everything I need can be acquired once we get there. LJ, on the other hand, has several bags and I can’t help the twitch of my lips that threatens to reveal a grin.
“What?!” she demands.
I gesture, “A little much?” I question.
“I’ve packed for every eventuality.” She retorts.
“Of course you have.” I nod at the three bags erected around her perfect form and say, “Just so you know, you can take the bare necessities, we can purchase whatever we need once we get there. Honestly, woman, I’m not a pack mule.”
She laughs, “Like this is too much for you to handle. I bet you bench press more than double this with just your right arm, but I’ll take you up on that shopping spree. Do you think your mother would have anything for me to wear until we can remedy the situation?”
I shake my head and pull her to me, sizing her up. My mother is tall and willowy, almost waif-like in her appearance. LJ is so much more petite in her stature. Wrapping my arm around her, I say, “She’s much taller than you, and you have curves in all the right places.” My hand reflexively flexes over her hip.
“Such the charmer. Are you saying I have a few pounds to lose?” She demands with a sly grin.
Leaning in, I pull her snugly against my frame, running my hands down the curve of her elegant back and over the swell of her ass and cup her cheeks with a little squeeze. My face nuzzles her neck and I whisper on a groan, “Never. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“You…” she whispers breathlessly, “You will be my undoing.”
She wraps her arms around me and holds me close and oh how I relish the feel of her lush form against mine. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” I breathe out, all the while inhaling her unique scent that threatens to bring me to my knees and worship the very ground she walks upon.
LJ tilts her head up toward mine, inviting a kiss. Over my shoulder I hear a tiny voice, “I would say get a room but that might be inviting the devil to feast upon my bestest friend, and we really do not have time for any of that. You two are going to have to ride this out to the end.”
Both LJ and I groan and slowly pull away from one another, she looks toward Poppy and asks, “You ready?”
“Yep, and then some. Are you seriously taking your entire closet?” She snips and flitters about, her tiny wings buzzing on the air around us.
LJ sighs, “No. Daxell has promised a shopping spree. So come along, we need to get there as soon as we can. Poppy, you may want to take your faerie form before we leave out and retract your wings for now. I have no idea if we will run into Mammon or who we will see once we arrive.”
Right before our eyes, her tiny sprite friend morphs into her larger self, her wings retract and she asks, “This better?” She twirls around, sporting slim-fitting black pants and a white flowing peasant blouse that makes her look innocent and sexy all at the same time, her stiletto open-toed heels clicking on the hardwood floors.
LJ looks down and I can sense that she is feeling underdressed. She’s dressed in skinny jeans that are faded, holey, and in places almost threadbare, her halter top hangs loose showing off a good portion of her sculpted belly, and her boot shoes look somewhat clunky compared to Poppy’s smooth elegant apparel. She grabs her bags and makes for her room, calling over her shoulder, “I think I’m going to change into something more …” She trails off, not sure what to say.
In two swifts steps, I’m by her side, uttering in her ear, “You look perfect, we complement each other. Besides, I have no doubt my mother will adore fawning over you and Poppy as we find the perfect garments for the two of you to wear tonight. Come on my angel-babe, it’s time for you to meet the Fallen.”
She looks up at me and takes me in, we’re both in faded denim, my tee shirt is in tatters, and my battered leather jacket is hanging open leaving nothing to the imagination. She cocks her head before asking, “Do you have to wear that shirt? Your pecks and abs are playing peek-a-boo beneath your tattered shirt. Maybe we both should change before we go?” She suggests and I sense that she is fighting a rush of jealousy, hot and visceral, an emotion she’s not quite sure how to deal with.
Stepping in close, I pull her to me and whisper, “Down girl, I
