I've started to read Tangled Webs and it apparently takes place only a few weeks after Jaenelle and Daemon are married, so the time line for my little story is off a bit, but I'm just going to ignore that. You may have noticed that I tend to sort of refer to things said or done in the DJT and have the Hex people comment on it as sort of my commentary on what I think about what's going on with the DJT characters in their lives in the books. I'll probably continue to do that as I read TW and we're just going to have to suspend our ideas about the DJT time line a bit because Ms. Bishop didn't give me much down time to work with between Dreams Made Flesh and Tangled Webs.

If you haven't read to at least to Chapter 3 in Tangled Web, this is a bit of a spoiler, but not an actual plot spoiler.

Although the Halloween party went well a year after Janelle and her family had met Azazeal and his, it had taken a few more ups and downs before the boys were as comfortable as they were with each other on that night.

Daemon was a bit jumpy as he settled down to visit with Lucifer and Azazeal, while the Ladies once again became absorbed in one another. Lucivar was due to join them shortly as well, but he had not yet made his way through the still open window.

Azazeal and Lucifer chatted about this and that and tried to getDaemon engaged but he just wasn't paying much attention because he was thinking about something else.

After the angels' frank discussion about their sexuality, Daemon was tempted to mention…well, they probably wouldn't understand…but…

"What the hell is wrong with you today?" Lucifer asked.

Daemon swallowed hard. He really shouldn't feel this preoccupied with it and he had already spoken to his father about it…but after the second time, he wasn't as calm about it as he had been after the first time.

"Morning sex," Daemon said simply.

Blank stares from the angels where his father had known immediately what he had been talking about.

"Jaenelle has always been a bit grumpy when she wakes up, but sometimes when she's woken up sharply…Witch is who wakes up."

"Witch?" Azazeal asked in a low and curious voice.

"Witch, Jaenelle is Witch, Dreams Made Flesh," Daemon said quickly, "She's a Queen who is the essence of what makes us Blood."

"So?" Lucifer said with a shrug, "And that makes you jumpy because...?"

Daemon glared at him trying to leash the irrational urge to strangle him for not understanding the significance of what his wife…his Queen was.

"I think what he's trying to say, Lucifer," Azazeal said helpfully, "is that she is the ultimate Witch and the ultimate Queen. And I've told you about their societal structure…more than once."

Daemon nodded, "And if you think males are aggressive, try a powerful Queen, who is also Witch, who has been unceremoniously woken up and has decided that she dominant and she wants sex. It's like the rut in reverse only worse because I wouldn't…I wouldn't defend myself from my Queen…from her."

"Oooo, I want to play with Witch!" Lucifer announced, absolutely delighted.

"Lucifer, no!" Azazeal said but he was already walking over to Jaenelle who was sitting on a couch alone talking to the recently arrived Lucivar, while Cassie and Elizabeth were apparently rummaging around in the kitchen.

Lucifer shouldered Lucivar out of the way to stand in front of her just as Daemon and Azazeal arrived next to him.

"Did you forget what I am?" Daemon purred to Lucifer, his temper dangling from a tread.

Lucifer only shot him an amused glance and, turning back to Jaenelle said, "Witch?"

Something stirred in her blue eyes and the confused smile at their approach left her face. Daemon held his breath, as there was nothing he could do now.

"Wiiiitch!" Lucifer said in a sing-song voice with an encouraging smile as their eyes were locked together.

It had taken a moment for Lucivar to realize what was going on and he was not about to let this crazy angel have anything to do with Witch. He was just about to call in a blade when a hand shot out and caught him around the neck and lifted him slightly off of the ground.

"Come on, honey!" Lucifer coaxed. "Or the winged one gets it," he finished and although the mob reference was lost on Jaenelle, she got the gist and rose to stand in front of Lucifer.

"Let him go," she said in that midnight voicethat sent ripples of excitement and fear down Daemon's spine.

Lucifer's grin widened, "There you are. I liiiike you! If I weren't already taken…well. Now, try it again, this time with feeling, hmm."

"Let…him…go!" Jaenelle said again slowly in the same eerie power-filled voice. She snarled at him and made as if to pounce on him.

Lucifer considered her and then considered Lucivar dangling from his hand, gripping his wrist hard enough to crush bone if Lucifer had been human. He turned back to Jaenelle and said with slight disappointment, "Nope, it doesn't work."

Jaenelle made as if to leap at Lucifer, but Daemon caught her wrist before she sprang. She whipped her head around to stare down her determined but terrified husband.

"No, no, not him, deary," Lucifer said to Jaenelle as Lucivar began to kick at him in fury, "I started this and you scare the shit out of him. I'll let the sparrow go."

Just as he was doing just that, Cassie and Elizabeth returned from the kitchen.

"What on earth are you doing?" Elizabeth shouted.

"Oh, just getting a look at what makes Mr. Sex Appeal over here so jumpy. And I have to say," he continued as Elizabeth and Cassie came closer, "She not nearly as intimidating as you, sweetness."

Elizabeth inspected him closely and then turned to Jaenelle, "What did he do?"

Jaenelle was calmer now and said, "It was nothing. Just a misunderstanding."

"Oh, I didn't misunderstand anything," Lucifer announced, "You've got a nicely developed feral side in there that turns these boys into puddles. And I'm certain it's going to confuse the hell out of all of them when you expect less obedience and more rational thought...and then of course you'll change your mind again. But you do so like turning people around in circles, don't you?"

Daemon glanced at Lucivar and almost smiled. Lucifer was defending them in a way. They being males, would never have thought to complain that their Queen (well all Queens were probably much the same…they were female after all) could sometimes be so oblivious to the command she had over them. She would often go from complete understanding of the Warlord Prince psyche to utter fury over their stupidity and frustration over the situations caused by their need to please, to protect, to defend. Of course, she didn't see it that way.

"What did he do?" Elizabeth asked again calmly but angrily.

"You may as well tell her Witch because she'll get it out of me anyway."

"Lucifer!" Elizabeth with exasperation, but he wasn't to be stopped on this occasion by something as simple as a word. There was something in his mood today that made him want to pit his power against something worthy of a fight and Elizabeth was the only thing that worked. He wanted to let Elizabeth know the strength that she possessed when she possessed him. He wanted her conquer him even as he dominated her. He wanted to fight against her seduction and be destroyed by her touch anyway,to succumb to the power that only she wielded over him, not in submision but in spite of his defiance. It was a relatively rare mood for him but she still recognized it and could oblige.

"I think we should go," she said as she glanced at Cassie and Jaenelle.

"Be gentle, my love," Lucifer said with a pleased smile, "I haven't bothered to heal the teeth and nail marks from last night," he smirked, "But I think there are still plenty of places left for you to tear to shreds."

Elizabeth couldn't help a naughty smile. She'd apparently wetted his appetite herself last night. She wasn't sure if she would ever forgive him for awaking such savage desires in her over the years but at least he shared them.