Page 180 of The Bonds of Indigo

She shifts slightly, and as she begins to turn, I move my hand to give her room. Both of her hands slide under her head, and when her eyes flutter open, she gives me a soft smile.

The crack on her forehead doesn’t escape me.

Fucking unrelenting hex.

“You okay?” she asks, voice thick with sleep.

“I’m okay, little slayer. Get some rest.” I place my palm against her cheek and run my thumb across the fissure in her skin. The fact her anxiety and worry manifest physically like this is insane.

Suddenly, her gaze drops, and when I follow it, Lucifer has his hand on her hip. I look back to her face, pleased to see her smile widen.

“Glad you didn’t fuck it up.”

I chuckle, keeping it low.

“Hard to deny the brute,” Lucifer hums.

“I am quite hard to refuse, I’ve heard. Sometimes impossible.”

Amarah rolls her eyes and shakes her head. I imagine they’re both thinking the same thing. ‘So full of yourself’. It’s amusing how similar these two are, yet different enough that they’re far from identical.

“Go back to sleep.” I reach for the blanket, but she catches my wrist.

“Is there a bed in this place?” she asks, glancing toward Luce.

“Yes, dollface, there’s a bed.”

She cups my cheek. “Can we lie down together?”

I place my hand over hers and nod. “Nothing would make me happier.”

As soon as she starts to sit up, everyone moves except me. I slide an arm under her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her off the couch.

Lucifer leads us out of the small room, up a set of stairs, and down a dimly lit hallway. They have electricity here—I saw outlets in the first room—but everything is lit by candles. Must be a Beyond thing. Who knows.

He opens the last door on the left, and I’m not surprised it’s nearly identical to the room we arrived in. Same layout, same style, the only difference being the sheets, which are red instead of black, and a large window without stained glass. It casts a deep crimson hue inside, which Lucifer quickly mutes by sending shadows across it.

I’m about to set her down on the bed when she says, “Let me take this dress off. I’ll be more comfortable.”

I set her gently on her feet, then pull off my shirt.

Probably should’ve changed—I’ve got both Lucifer’s and my cum dried on it.

As she comes back into view, her dress is on the floor and her hair is draped down her back. No underwear. And before I can let my filthy mind wander, she climbs into the bed and scowls at me.

“Don’t even think about it.” She crawls under the blanket, covering herself completely before turning to face us. “I’m tired, and I think you two need to sleep as well. Wait—” She’s so damn cute, nose scrunching, curious expression softening her tired features. “Do Demons sleep?”

“We do,” Lucifer answers. “But I’m alright. I’m going to shower⁠—”

“It wasn’t a request…”

I can’t help the full laugh that bursts out of me at her tone.

“You can cuddle with him or me, but you’re getting into this bed.”

Her gaze sheepishly comes to look at me as she whispers into the bond, “How’s that? Could I be a dom?”

I glance at Lucifer, whose cheeks are turning a deep shade of red.