Luka

Entering the room, Samael beelines for the bed, sitting on the edge, before he grabs my arm and tugs me over until I'm standing between his legs. The way he's looking at me makes me want to release his hair from his bun and run my hands through his silky strands, tangling my fingers so I can pull on it, forcing his head up, so I can lean down and devour his seductive lips. Or I could force his head down and let his lips wrap around something else. And fuck, there goes my cock betraying me again, hardening quicker than a teenage boy seeing his first breast.

"I thought you wanted to talk?" Samael smirks, eyeing my dick and licking his lips. And there goes a twitch; Luka Jr. doesn't want to talk. He has other plans in mind.

"I do want to talk," I groan, stepping back as Samael reaches for my belt.

Samael sighs, eyes rolling, before leaning back and bracing himself with his palms, waiting for me to begin. His attitude makes me glance at the bottom drawer on the dresser, where I've stored some toys. Oh, the kinky-fuckery I want to do to this man; I wonder if he'll drop his Alpha ego enough to let me tie him up,

"Okay, Professor," He grins, taking a note from Katrina's book, "I'm all ears. Let's have it."

This time I'm the one rolling my eyes, and I can see the fire burning in his. It's what makes our relationship so interesting; we are both dominant males, and the fight to see who can top who keeps makes the sex between us so intoxicating. As a group, we will go with the flow; usually, Samael takes me unless our Kit-Kat dictates otherwise. You'll never know what will happen when it's him and I alone; it's wild, messy, and chaotic, satisfying me and the darkness inside me.

"Well, I'm waiting, Professor," Samael pipes up impatiently, "Unless you want to put your mouth to better use." He winks.

I can't help the smile that creeps onto my face. "Patience, young one, you'll get your reward in good time."

Samael snorts, and I figure it's a good time to start talking before I give in to my urges and force him to lie on the bed.

"Your King of the Underworld," I smile, starting with the facts, "Newly appointed. I'm the unknown heir to the kingdom of Tartarus..."

"Not heir, you are the King. Loki abandoned his post, leaving the throne waiting for you, but please continue."

I roll my eyes, backtracking my speech, "I'm the unknown KING to the Kingdom of Tartarus, the fifth Kingdom, long forgotten." I pause, trying to decide if I want to go forward with my decision.

"And?"

"Tomorrow, I'll no longer be Profess Luka, the man who teaches Magical Studies; I'll be Professor Luka, King of Tartarus."

"At least you'll be keeping the Professor title; Katrina and I have some fantasies we still want to act out," Samael responds. His lack of concern about me announcing my claim to the throne is astonishing. I know he heard me telling everyone in the living room earlier, but I expected at least something else from him alone. His only concern is me being a professor.

Seeing the look in my eyes, he sighs. "You chose to be a Professor Luka. It's something you wanted and worked your ass off to get. The throne to Tartarus is your birthright; your blood demands it of you. You have no choice in the matter. So yeah, I'm not concerned about you taking on the responsibility you were born with. My only concern is that you'll lose yourself in the process."

Be still my heart. This is a part of Samael that he rarely shows; how deeply he loves. Only a select few can see through the tatted-up bad-boy image he exudes. I'm lucky to be one of those people. When Samael loves you, it's all-encompassing; you eat, breathe, and drink his love. Some might call it possessive, but it's anything but. It's protective, a shield that'll forever protect you, even after you die.

I want to place my lips on his and never come back up for air, but I push that urge aside, for now, wanting to get through this talk. "All eyes will be on me once I make my claim. The council won't like it, and I'm sure they'll try to stop it. They'll see me as a threat, a new player coming into power, that they'll need to snuff out. I'm sure there'll be claims that the land that once held the Queen of Demons as a prisoner cannot be a part of the Divine Kingdoms, and I plan to fight them on their stance."

"Good. If you did anything but, I'd have to kick your ass myself until you manned up and took care of your kingdom."

"How funny." I respond dryly, "At least I know Tarturus will have someone else looking after it."

"Forever and always, baby," Samael states, blowing a kiss.

"Everyone will already know or assume I'm fated to Katrina. The prophecy has already foretold she'll unite the kingdoms. A fifth kingdom coming into play will only mean she's added another man to her collection. Katrina understands the risk of me announcing my claim, and she's okay with it. "

Samael nods, having already heard this part, not interrupting this time as I pause.

"As the new King of the Underworld, all eyes will be on you. The council and every other individual will watch you to see what type of King you are. It'll determine if they support your rule or if they'll try and swipe the crown off of your head."

"I've taken care of the Underworld since before I graduated high school. The people of my kingdom already know how I am as a ruler. The council can go fuck themselves. As for the other citizens, they can judge me for themselves, and they'll soon learn that Samael, son of Hades and Persephone, is flawless; he's the real Adonis."

Cocky son-of-a-bitch. I can't help but chuckle. His sureness of himself is what will make him a great leader.

"Tomorrow, I want to reveal all of my secrets, but I wonder if that's the wisest of decisions. It might affect you negatively if I tell the world you're mine."

"I am yours, and you are mine. If the people can't accept that, then that's on them. I'm through with hiding in the shadows. You aren't my dirty little secret, Luka. You are my fated; we were written in the stars before this timeline began."

Be still my heart. Unable to control myself any longer, I pushed forward, making us both fall back onto the bed, me straddling him.

"Is this all it takes to get into your pants?" Samael chuckles, "Because I can bare my entire heart and soul to you every night, just to feel your body against mine."

His hands are already wandering up my shirt, sending shivers down my back. His skin on mine is absolutely electrifying. It makes me come alive in only ways that he can. He lets his rough thumb rub against my sensitive nipple when he reaches my chest, chills running through my body, causing me to shiver on top of him.

"So, are we done talking?" He murmurs, his voice gruff, his hands venturing toward my neck.

"That depends on what you have planned," I reply, smirking before leaning down, nipping his lip, and grinding my lower body on his.

It's all the bait Samael needs. Before I can blink, he's flipping me over and forcing me on my back. He forces my hands above my head, holding them firmly by my wrists, pinning me down while he uses his knees to spread my legs wide open. Knowing how much he likes the fight, I wriggle and buck, trying to get out from beneath him, but he uses the weight of his body to keep me trapped beneath him. I thought my cock was hard before the wrestling, but now it feels like it's going to cut through my jeans just to get to him and embrace his throbbing member. Samael lets out a low sexy groan when I arch my hips, trying to close any distance between us. He adjusts his body slightly, lifting himself a little higher, making it to where I can feel his throbbing member on my stomach. There's a jingling sound above my head; when I try to look up, my view is obstructed by Samael's body towering over mine. I feel something cold wrapping around my wrists, followed by a familiar clasping sign.

Samael's body slides down mine, the friction forcing a gasp out of me. His lips are hovering above mine, within mere inches; if he drops his head just a little, they will touch.

"I'm going to have so much fun taking what's mine." He whispers his lips touching mine.

I'm so focused on our lips brushing that my mind isn't comprehending what he's saying. It isn't until he sits up and I try to reach for him to bring his lips against mine in a punishing kiss that I realize what he's done. The fuckers handcuffed me to the bed. When I let out a growl, jerking my body up to see how slack the handcuffs are, Samael smiles, desire swirling in his eyes.

"Lay back and relax, Professor," he states, his voice gruff and coated with desire. "I've been studying really hard, and I want to show you what I've learned."

If he took off the rest of my clothes, he'd get a glimpse of something hard. I buck my hips, trying to knock him off balance, and wipe that cocky smirk off his face, but there's no use. He's only slightly bigger than me, and he uses it to his advantage. Knowing any effort I make to remove him is futile, I give in, following along with his game. "And what is it you've been studying?"

"Well," He begins, his body slowing inching down mine, his hands running down me. I wish I'd lost the shirt when we got into the room. His hands molding my naked skin would be ten times better than this method of torture. "I found something, well multiple somethings," He pauses, his lips rubbing against the waistband of my jeans, "and I wanted to master the art of how to use them."

"The art of how to use what? Wait, where are you going?"