HIS QUEEN

Chapter 4: Fiery Temper

-ANNA-

I stand with my hands on my hips glaring at the demon who refuses to leave the girls locker room for me to change. Samantha, not wanting to be seen naked by Lucifer, went into a stall to change. I tried to do the same but he followed me in...and let me say, there was definitely not enough room for me to comfortably change without me touching him. So now I’m standing by the lockers glaring at him in a stand off...and he’s just smirking at me.

“Can you leave please?” I ask him for the fiftieth time.

He leans casually against the lockers. “I don’t know why you are being so shy. I’ve seen you naked before.”

This fucker...I bite my lip and count to ten. “Fine!” I have to get changed before class starts. I roughly grab the t-shirt I’m wearing and yank it over my head, dropping it on the bench before undoing my jeans and pulling them down. Once I have my sandals and jeans off, I drop them on the bench as well. I hold my hands out to my sides. “Are you happy now? Mr. Pervert?” I ask him heatedly as I stand there in my white lace bra and undies.

He smiles and winks at me. “Although I do enjoy the sexy lingerie you are wearing, I’d still prefer you in nothing.”

I roll my eyes and begin pulling on the black t-shirt and black gym shorts that I have stored in my gym locker while muttering a series of curses under my breath.

“My, my, love. You make the Devil blush with the vulgar words coming out of that pretty mouth of yours.”

Samantha comes out of the stall and throws her clothes in her gym locker and slams it shut. “You finally caved and changed in front of him, huh?”

“Shut up.” I mutter at my friend as I put my socks and tennis shoes on.

Samantha laughs. “I can’t wait to meet him. He’s the first one to really get underneath your skin and make you lose your cool.”

“Why are we friends again?” I ask her.

She shrugs. “Because we’re hot chicks with super powers.”

“Is that all?” I huff.

“And because you love me?” Samantha says pouting her lips and fluttering her eyelashes at me.

“Oh, that’s right.” I roll my eyes and can’t help but smile.

I look at Lucifer. “Are you able to behave yourself?”

He smiles mischievously at me. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

“Riiiight.” I drawl. “Try to stay out of trouble.”

“Baby, you do realize I’m the Devil right? Trouble is my middle name.” He walks over to me and leans his face down inches from mine, close enough that his hot breath fans my face as he talks. “You’re welcome to punish me if I’m bad.”

I can’t help but smirk and raise an amused eyebrow. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes.” He says as his eyes darken with lust. I don’t know why but I can just lose myself in the depths of his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. “You are the only one I would allow to punish me.” His warm finger traces my jawline sensually. “My Queen.”

“Anna, are you ready?” Samantha asks me looking completely lost as she’s only hearing half the conversation.

I step back from his inviting touch. “You’re a kinky bastard.”

Lucifer chuckles. “How long are you going to play hard to get?!” He calls out as Samantha and I head out the door to gym class.

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-ANNA-

The majority of the class, Lucifer actually behaved himself. He sat on the bleachers and watched me and Samantha play basketball. Every once in a while I would see him over by one of the students whispering something in their ear. No doubt, trying to cause trouble. He had caused two of the guys to fight by making one of them believe the other was sleeping with his sister.

I sigh as class is almost over. I dribble the basketball and make my way towards the goal. I notice Lucifer isn’t on the bleachers anymore. Frowning, I look for him and find him on the other end of the gym. His jaw is clenched and he’s glaring with a look that could kill at the boys playing basketball. I realize that Chris is playing ball. I look back at Lucifer who picks up a basketball and launches it with his demon strength hard enough to take a human’s head off...at Chris! Instinctively, I throw my hand up and the basketball stops in midair as I wished it to with my magical energy, before it drops to the floor. Luckily the boys are too busy playing ball to notice. I turn my angry gaze to the demon who’s now glaring back at me. I feel the anger welling inside me.

In the f*****g locker room...now! I order him knowing very well that he’s reading my thoughts.

I hand the basketball back to Samantha who stands there in complete shock at what she just witnessed. I pass the gym teacher saying, “I need to pee.” Lucifer is already inside the locker room when I arrive. I guess he teleported or however the f**k he gets around. I flick my hand at the door to lock it so we won’t have any interruptions. I grind out the incantation to make the room sound proof because I know I’m about to lose my s**t on the man in front of me.

“What the f**k was that?” I ask him seething. I’m close to seeing red. I can feel my power tingling inside my fingertips, just waiting to be unleashed.

Lucifer’s jaw clenches and his hands are balled into fists at his sides, his dark eyes glowing red. He’s pissed. Welcome to the club! “That pathetic excuse for a mortal had the audacity to think about you in a manner that is only allowed to me.”

I shake my head yelling back, “WHAT THE f**k ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

“You’re friend,” he emphasizes the word. “Wants to f**k you.” He growls angrily, “I will not allow such intimate thoughts of you to linger in any mind other than my own.” His body starts trembling as he speaks. “You are MINE! And MINE ALONE!” He roars.

“Just because someone has naughty thoughts about me does not give you the right to kill them!” I snap at him. f**k, I’m close to hulking out on him.

The demon takes a step towards me but I stand my ground. “I am Lucifer! The King of Hell! I will f*****g kill who I want, when I want! You may be my mate, but you do not command me! I am your King!” He roars.

I feel the last bit self control leave my body. I point at him like I’m poking this asshole in the chest, even though he’s several feet away.

“I belong to no one!” I take a step towards him and Lucifer stumbles back with a shocked look on his face as my magical energy hits him. “I will not sit back and let you kill innocents!” Step. He stumbles backwards again. “I will not let you hurt those I care about because of your jealousy!” Step. He stumbles again. “Mate or not, I will do everything in my power to f*****g stop you! I don’t care who you f*****g claim to be!” At this point, Lucifer’s back is against the wall and I’m breathing hard. I’m so angry my body begins to shake and the lights in the locker room begin to flicker. I notice he’s looking down and I follow his gaze to my left hand which has blue flames coming out of my trembling fist. I snap my head towards the bathroom mirror hanging on the wall. My eyes are glowing that hauntingly blue color like the flames on my hand, reminding me that I’m about do something I’m going to regret.

“f**k!” I scream in anger. Not the anger that I was once feeling towards the demon in front of me, but the anger I felt when I allow myself to lose control...to the deadly power that consumes my entire being...the power that could kill everything instantly when it touches something. I close my eyes and count to ten. When that doesn’t work, I try to calm myself down, thinking about my happy place. You got this Anna! Think happy thoughts! Think about your aunts...your friends...cute little puppies...Mexican food...think about binge watching that new slasher series on Netflix! Think about the beach! Think about how beautiful Italy is this time of year and how you want to travel there. After a couple minutes of thinking about the things that make me happy, my anger subsides. I look down at my hand and the flames disappear. The lights stop flickering. I look in the mirror and my eyes are their normal blue color. I let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. When I look back at Lucifer, he’s staring at me with a look of awe and fascination.

“Anna.” He finally says, standing up and taking a step towards me. “You are...absolutely incredible.”

“Don’t I know it.” I say it half jokingly, half sarcastically. How can he think my power is incredible? Doesn’t he realize that I just about incinerated him? “Look, you can’t just go around killing people because they think something that you don’t approve of.” I pause, rubbing the side of my face with my hand. “They can’t control their thoughts, just like you and I can’t.”

He studies me for a moment before speaking, his voice still full of irritation. “I can’t help it when they reek of sin, Anna. This is what I do. This is who I am.”

“You’re not in Hell, Lucifer. Chances are these sinners still have long lives ahead of them before they make it to Hell. Once they die and they’re in Hell, you can do as you please but until then, I will fight you if I think you are going to harm an innocent.”

We stare at each other in silence before I finally say after looking over his tense body. “You’re still irritated.”

“I am.” He replies shortly.

“You can’t go around like that, it just increases the chance of you trying to kill someone again.” I pause. “How do we calm you down that doesn’t include killing my friend?”

“You.”

I furrow my brow in confusion. “What?”

“You.” He repeats and takes a step towards me. “You calm me down. As my mate, your scent calms me...touching you puts me at ease.”

I narrow my eyes at him suspiciously. So he’s wanting to fondle and sniff me again? Demons are so weird. “So what? You want a hug or something?”

“A hug will work.”

Of course it will...I cautiously take a step towards him. I can’t believe I’m actually about to do it but it is for the greater good...saving lives, one hug at a time. I wrap my arms around him and hug him. I feel his arms wrap around me and pull me snugly against his hard body. His face is in my neck and I can hear him breathing in deeply. I try to ignore the pleasant sensation as we hold each other. That’s when I notice his scent. He smells of burning cedar wood and something musky and seductive. My mouth begins to water. What the hell is wrong with me? After a few minutes, he pulls his face away from my neck and rests his forehead against mine, still holding me close to him.

He gazes into my eyes. “I can’t help being jealous. I’m a demon and a King. I don’t share, Anna.” He pauses. “But I will try to do better, my love, for you.”

“Thank you.” I tell him before pulling away. I don’t like how I’m feeling towards him. It isn’t normal. I know that it isn’t easy for him to say that. Demons are generally possessive and jealous by nature...and he thinks I’m his. The fact that he may indeed be the Dark Lord, the King of Hell, and he is willing to try to change for me, is huge. Kings do not submit. They are used to getting their way regardless of the obstacles. The fact that I know I can calm him in his moments of anger and irritation should help lower the risk of him snapping an innocent in half.

I sigh as I realize how weak I am. That power that haunts me and makes me hate my myself when I lose control takes a lot of my energy, more so when I try to regain control after nearly losing it. I was thankful that lunch was next so I could refuel and try to prepare myself for the rest of the day.