We finally settled into our respective rooms in the hotel. I agreed Deirdre could go swimming, then order room service for dinner as the three of them watched a movie in their two-bedroom suite. Azza and I had plans for room service ourselves and some time in the water, but not in the pool. We were planning on skipping the movie, too.

The first hints of Azza's sex-fueled supernatural power trickled into me as soon as our door closed. I turned to him, smiling. "Anxious to get started?"

He laughed and scooped me up, supporting me by my ass so I could wrap my legs and arms around him. "I am always ready to get started with you, Olivia."

I buried my hands in his curls and kissed him soundly, my tongue finding his to be as eager as mine. He groaned and swelled between us as he increased the intensity of the energy he pushed into me. It was a matter of seconds between the time we began to kiss and the moment when my body was ready for him.

Such was Azza's nature; he was simply a sexual creature. Combine it with being a Fallen Angel? He was a potent mix of carnal passions... and he knew how to use them.

He broke the kiss and put his forehead on mine. "You feel amazing in my arms."

"I feel amazing when I'm in your arms, Azza."

He stood in the middle of the room, holding me, waiting. Given his powerful nature, he always wanted to hear me give explicit consent to what he requested to do to me. I liked torturing him a bit by making him wait. He loved the torment.

"Say yes, Olivia."

"What will happen if I say yes?"

He huffed with the effort he exerted to keep himself in check. "Anything you want. But, can we take a shower? Or a bath? Let me have you in the water?"

Water was Azza's special treat, but I enjoyed playing with the suffering he felt. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt and peeled it off, dropping it to the floor as I pulled my hair to the side, exposing my neck.

"Kiss my neck, Azza." I whimpered when his warm breath played on my skin, and I leaned in more, encouraging him to do what I asked.

He knew just the spot I liked, and he started there, gently working up until our lips met again. I unhooked the front clasp of my bra, spilling my breasts against his chest.

"Olivia..."

I could hear the deep, growling need in his voice.

"Make me come, Azza," I ordered.

"I can't. Not yet. You know this." He kissed my neck again. "Say yes," he whispered in my ear.

"Beg."

"Please, Olivia. For all that's holy, please say yes. Let me fuck you properly, in my way." He trickled even more into me, a heady swirl of paranormal arousal and need. "Please?"

I wrapped an arm around his neck as I buried my other hand in his hair again, grabbing a handful of curls and tugging.

He grunted in frustration. I could feel the tension in his body, and I smiled. I pressed my lips to his ear and whispered, "Yes."

The orgasm which crashed through me, caused by the sudden snatching away of his power, was so abrupt I had no time to cry out. I could only collapse onto him, convulsing as the pleasure he created rolled me and waiting for the stars in my vision to disappear.

He chuckled, a low rumbling in his chest as he held me tight. I turned my head to his ear again and said the only thing which came to mind. "More."

In the morning, Uzza, Mrs. Hamilton, and Deirdre made their way back to the aquarium after breakfast at the hotel buffet. Azza and I, on the other hand, had a leisurely time of lovemaking, coffee, and more room service, all a continuation of the night before. It was nice to have private time. We loved life with the three of us, of course, but when you were part of a three-person relationship, a 'throuple' as Deirdre liked to call it, a couple's one-on-one became special.

Even so, by the time we boarded the plane that afternoon, Azza and I were missing Lucifer. When my phone rang, my stomach flip-flopped when his name popped up on my screen. He could still excite me with a phone call after all these months.

My happiness at Lucifer's call clear as I greeted him. "I was just thinking about you, love!"

Lucifer's voice was low and seductive. "Likewise, I can assure you." It sent a shiver through me. I shot Azza a look when he laugh-coughed, and an echo of his power nudged at me, too. He was always teasing me.

"Love, don't get Azza started," I admonished. "It's good to hear your voice. We've missed you."

"And I, you. But, I am calling for more reasons than to declare my love for you..."

"Oh? Is that not enough?"

Lucifer chuckled. "It is enough, but I want to know if you mind Death coming for dinner?"

"Laz? No, I don't mind. I thought you were going to play poker tomorrow, though."

"We are. He wants to talk about something in person before then."

Azza cocked an eyebrow, listening to the conversation with his better-than-human hearing.

I glanced at the time. "I'm assuming you want Azza and I to portal home?"

"Yes, please. Death will be here in about an hour."

I nodded. "Okay, see you in a few. We love you!"

"I love the both of you, too."

I ended the call and slipped the phone into my purse, explaining to Deirdre and Mrs. Hamilton we were portaling home. Uzza, of course, heard the conversation. They would finish the flight while Azza and I went on.

Deirdre pulled out an earbud. "Can we stop at the art store on the way? I want to get another big sketchbook."

I unlatched my seatbelt. "Yes, that will be fine." I turned to Uzza. "Don't let them stay out too late!"

Uzza scoffed and gave me a dirty look. We were civil, but ever since I'd thrown him out that one time, he didn't seem to like me very much. I didn't let it bother me.

Azza, on the other hand, wouldn't stand for it. "Be respectful, Uzza," was all he had to say to get his brother to apologize.

We made our way to the rear of the plane; Azza needed a frame to create a portal to our apartment, and the door of the lavatory would be perfect. Lucifer had given me a similar skill by endowing me with the demon gift of fire-snap travel, but it wasn't as sophisticated as the portals my two Fallen Angels used. Mine was limited to me, supernatural people, and those souls I harvested, which had the unfortunate side effect of killing the body the soul inhabited.

The doorway created the perfect frame for Azza, and within seconds, we were home, stepping into our love's arms. My eyes misted when Lucifer's sighed, content at being together again. I lost track of how long we stood there, just enjoying the presence of each other, so it was a surprise when the doorbell rang.

"That is probably Death," Lucifer announced. "I will order the food. Indian okay?"

"It's fine with me!" I called over my shoulder as I went to check the security monitor before opening the door.

The Laz on the display wasn't the same as the Laz we had met at the aquarium. That one had been smooth and business-like. This one? My heart pounded as I took in his leather pants, jacket, and engineer boots. A flash of guilt flared through me at being so attracted to him, even though I'd done no more than look.

Azza came to me, curious as to why I hadn't opened the door, while I was glued to the floor, watching the man on the screen. He laughed and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

"So, you aren't immune to Death's charms." He kissed my head. "We were wondering if you would be."

I turned and look up at him, finally breaking my concentration. "I'm sorry." I blushed.

My embarrassment only made him smile wider. "It's fine, Olivia. We knew."

Lucifer also appeared, smiling. "Are you okay, love?"

I scowled. "You two," I accused, "are teasing me. Aren't you mad I'm attracted to him? A lot?"

"No, love, we're not. It's part of Death's charm. He entices nearly everyone. How do you think he gets close enough to do his job?"

I blinked. It made sense. "So what do we do about it?"

My two Fallen Angels glanced at each other. Lucifer snapped a jewelry box into existence. "Here. Add this to the necklace you wear to interact with my sister. It will help dampen his appeal as it does hers."

Knowing how hell-jewelry worked, I simply held the open box close to my necklace, and the gold skull pendant attached itself, adding it to the snake charm already there which made me immune to Lilith's beauty. I looked back at the monitor. Laz leaned up against the wall, waiting, but I didn't have an overwhelming need to have him right then and there. It wasn't gone entirely, but it was tolerable.

I opened the door.

Laz gave us a wry grin and nodded at Lucifer. "Y'all give her a charm?"

My Fallen Angels both snickered. "Yeah. You should be safe now."

He pushed off the wall, and I backed up, giving him room to enter. Now that he wasn't overpowering sexually, I was embarrassed.

Azza, sensing my discomfort at the razzing they were subjecting me to, reached out to me. As soon as he touched me, I smelled roses. It brought me out of my stupor, and I smiled at him.

"Come on. Let's get some wine."

"No wine for me." Laz shook his head, shutting the door behind him. "I need somethin' stronger."

I'd recovered enough to play hostess. "Are you a bourbon fan like Lucifer, or do you prefer tequila like Azza?"

"Both. Either. Whatever y'all got."

We moved to the bar in the living room, Lucifer choosing to serve us. He liked to do little things instead of constantly snapping them up. It was his way of saying he cared. He poured Angel's Envy bourbon for himself and Death, Patron for Azza, and a glass of deep red hell-Merlot for me.

We relaxed, Death and Azza lounging in nearly the same pose, slumped in the overstuffed chairs, knees wide, and arms resting comfortably on both armrests; the classic manspread position. I tucked myself under Lucifer's arm on the couch and exhaled, content, when he kissed my hair and crossed an elegant ankle over a knee. George pranced into the room and jumped up next to me, and snuggled down as I petted her.

At last, Lucifer spoke to his friend. "What is going on, Lazarus?"

I held up a hand. "Wait. Lazarus? As in raised-from-the-dead-by-Jesus Lazarus?"

Laz grinned over his glass at me. "The one and only. That was just the time I helped... an emissary of God make a point. Later, the former Death offered me his job. That was thousands of years ago; seems like I've been Death forever."

I didn't know what to say, so I sipped my wine instead. No one uttered much of anything for several moments.

"So, my friend, are you going to let us help you or not?" Azza asked, pouring his second shot of very expensive tequila to knock back.

Laz sighed and slouched lower in the chair. "I don't know where to begin."

"Well, maybe you should start at the end then," Lucifer suggested.

"Okay," Laz agreed reluctantly and took a breath. "I... I want to retire."

Lucifer choked on his bourbon as Azza slammed his empty shot glass on the table beside him, causing George to bolt. I looked around the room at the three of them.

"You want to what?" Azza demanded.

"Retire. I want to retire," Laz asserted, sitting up a little, his leathers creaking as he did.

Lucifer rubbed his face. "Hell help us."