by Zoey Xolton
Lucifer languished upon the immense, black throne forged of dragon glass. Slumbering by his side, Lilith’s great scaled tail wrapped around the dais, her bejewelled hide wreathed in living flame.
The Fallen Angel reached out and stroked the beast. “Lilith.”
She growled softly, deep in her throat, a rumble of contentment shivering through her as she dreamed. Moments later, she was transformed. Awakening at the King of Hell’s feet, she stretched like a cat.
A primal hunger arose within Lucifer—the fires of the Pit dancing behind his eyes.
“How may I serve you, my Lord?” she purred, her voice husky.