A hot breath fanned her skin, the scent of old-spice cologne wafting through her nostrils.
The addictive scent made her mouth water, and her throat gasped and clenched for water. Her eyes grew wide, ice-blue irises staring straight ahead. A groan s...
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(Lucifer's POV)
He was livid. He was furious.
Warriors bowed and bared their necks as he stormed by, slamming the front doors of the Lycoris building open.
Furious authority radiated from him. Every living being cowered in fear as he stomped by. A tightly put-together black suit hugged his frame, black blouse buttoned up all the way. The beta headed straight toward the elevators in the right hall.
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"Sir, you have to sign in."
Gasps erupted from everyone around the room. He stopped his livid strut. His muscles clenched under his suit, veins protruding under his tightened skin. Vulcan roared in his subconscious.
"Kill them!"
He whipped his head around and stomped up to the reception desk. A young man sat behind it by himself, smelling strongly of humans. He reeled back from the sheer authority he radiated, and Vulcan's brilliant yellow eyes glared down at him.
"What did you say?" His baritone snarl rumbled from the depth of his chest.
The human receptionist trembled. "N-Nothing, Mr. Dieu." He stuttered. "Mr. Lycoris is on floor 33, sir."
Lucifer took control, and Vulcan willingly backed off. He was going to spare the man with the important information he gave. Without another word, the beta stomped away and into the elevator. He roughly pressed the button Turning around, he fixed his suit. A furious scowl was attached to this face; his eyebrows were creased down and lips firmly shut. It was late in the evening, and he had warned Cronus of his furious arrival during breakfast before going to work.
