Lucifer Reborn by Dante King (ebook reader play store .txt) 📕

Both girls had been watching me for some time. Their plates lay mostly empty, the bottle of wine between them held barely a finger of alcohol in the dark bottle.

“Lots of things,” Mareth said. “Now that you’ve taken your first steps along the Path of Darkness, the rest of your abilities will fall into place.”

I took a long draw from my beer. Damn, that was good. I’d have to ask Maddie what it was. “Such as?”

“Deception,” Mareth purred, wiggling her eyebrows. “Summoning demons. Telepathy—which I think you might already have begun to experiment with a bit. Pyromancy, telekinesis, shapeshifting…” She stopped counting and sighed happily. “Really, the sky’s the limit.”

“Pyromancy?” It was a strange thing among all the powers Mareth listed to have stuck in my brain, yet it did. “How does that work? Do I just click my fingers and--?”

I snapped my fingers. A tiny purple flame flickered into life, dancing across the tip of my thumb. “Guess I don’t need a lighter anymore,” I murmured.

“Purple,” Christina gasped, as if that meant something about how strong I was. “That is so badass.”

“I’m so wet right now,” Mareth confessed, staring into the flame.

“Me too,” Christina added. “And you look like you’re just about done with your meal…”

Huh? No I wasn’t. I still had so much left—

I glanced down at my plate, only to see a clean platter sitting before me. At some point during our conversation, I’d wolfed down the rest of my food without noticing. I hadn’t even tasted it. A feeling of satiety filled my core, letting me know I’d eaten plenty—yet there was none of the feeling of fullness I’d normally expect after eating that much food. Perhaps it was my powers, keeping the indigestion at bay. They certainly had an effect on the rest of the diner.

Our waitress emerged from the kitchen, a lusty gaze written all over her face as she approached the table. Gripping the countertop with both hands and arching her back like a bow, she let out a low growl and examined my plate. Her pose made me think of the women on the cover of lingerie catalogs.

“What an appetite you have,” the waitress purred, her eyes glittering. “Is there anything else I can get you, sir? Another drink, some more food?” She leaned further, her tits pressing against the top of the table. “Anything at all…”

Her hands moved beneath the table, gripping mine. Something warm and wet passed into my palms, balled up like a rag. For a moment that’s exactly what I thought it was—then I glanced down to see the soaked silk.

I was holding Maddie’s panties.

“I’ll be in the ladies’ bathroom in five minutes,” Maddie whispered, her voice crackling with need. “Do whatever you want to me, stud…”

She strode off without a word, only winking at me over her shoulder as she turned the corner. Both Christina and Mareth stared at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something. Slowly, I lifted the crumpled panties from beneath the table. They were black, silky, with a thong back and a tiny front.

Mareth whistled. “Told you,” the succubus said.

“She wants you to ball those up and put them in her mouth,” Christina panted. Her eyes glazed over, no doubt picturing it in her mind’s eye. “Are you going to go fuck her, Luke—or would you rather fuck me?”

Was this some kind of test? I gazed sideways at Christina, looking for some sign of trickery. Other than the fact that she looked like she wanted to touch herself beneath the table, there wasn’t anything untoward going on. I shrugged, then laughed and tucked the panties into a pocket on my uniform.

“I told you—the only women I’m interested in right now are sitting right in front of me,” I growled, pushing my plate away. Suddenly the idea of stuffing my face with more food sounded unimportant. My body held more than enough fuel to keep my powers rolling for a while, which the two women sitting across from me knew.

Time to make a move, I thought, rising from my seat.

“Come here,” I growled, taking hold of Christina’s hand. A tremor passed through her as she stood up, the intimidation factor of my eyes boring into her cutting through her too-cool exterior. She’d put this off for a while, given me her mouth as a down payment, and now nothing stood between her and me.

Christina’s cheeks flushed with heat. “Where do you want to do this?” she asked, her normally steady voice nervous. “The bathroom’s already occupied.”

“The van,” I said, nodding in that direction. How many times had I fantasized about having a woman in the back of that vehicle? I’d never expected it to happen—chicks didn’t really dig big, industrial vans. Even less so when they were filled with computer parts. But it would make a more than cozy love nest for the two of us.

My eyes slid to Marketh. Maybe three of us?

Chapter 6

The parking lot was nearly empty by the time we left the diner—and no cars sat in the spaces around the van. By the time we made it all the way there, my cock was out of my pants and Christina had her hand around it. Her mouth sought out mine, kissing me hard as we crossed the pavement. Mareth followed, giggling and whispering words of encouragement to the blonde.

As we reached the van, I lifted her off the ground. Carrying her to the back of the vehicle, I tugged the doors open and crawled inside, Christina in my arms. A little light at the top of the cabin winked on when the door opened, illuminating a section of threadbare carpet in the van’s center. I laid Christina down on this, unbuttoning her jeans and helping her tug them down her slender thighs.

“Oh