Page 35 of Sinful Pride

I whipped my head up to stare at him.

How dare he just dismiss me like that!

“Unless you are about to break your own rules, get the fuck away,” Beelzebub repeated coldly.

I stood up and went right up in his face.

“Do not speak to me like this, you manipulative, scheming—”

“You may think your conviction to stick only to one-night-stands is a proof of strength, but I know it’s your desperate attempt to hide how much of a failure you are,” Beelzebub mocked.

I had the demon by the lapels, ready to do something inadvisable to scrub that smirk off his face, when a plaintive whisper reached my ears.

“Please… You promised… Beelzebub, you, ah, promised me what I wanted if I did… if Raphael did… What I want is you. Both of you. Make it happen!”

Here Tirael was, mad with lust, and he still made demands of Beelzebub. Of both of us, really. He was a fascinating creature.

Beelzebub’s blackened hand covered mine.

“I’m going to fuck him tonight, whatever you are here or not. Do you really want to miss it?” the demon’s breath ghosted over my sensitive ear as he whispered, making a shiver go down my spine.

No. I didn’t want to miss it.

From the moment I saw Beelzebub’s monstrous cock I knew I wanted to see how those ridges looked when they were forced one by one into a tight hole. Into Tirael’s hole.

The angel was at our feet, his watery eyes looking up at us hopefully, expectantly, trustingly.

I gave into the temptation.

Chapter 13

Tirael

“Sweetheart, you have been through quite an ordeal today. Beelzebub has been so cruel to you,” Raphael said as he dropped to his knees next to me. “Let me make it better.”

“Yes, yes, please, sir,” I babbled, pushing my face into his hand like a touch-starved puppy, all of my inhibitions gone.

Some part of me couldn’t believe it, that I asked, demanded even, and got exactly what I wanted. It seemed impossible just yesterday, that Raphael would deign to look at me again. Yet Beelzebub once again proved why he was Lucifer’s left hand, the man in the shadows, a master of manipulation and espionage. He had played us all, hadn’t he?

I loved it.

“There’s a nice place not so far from here,” Beelzebub said casually. “Why don’t we take this delicious dalliance there?” He picked the dildo from the forest floor and destroyed it with a flare of his power. “You won’t need it anymore now that I can give you the real thing. Let’s go.”

I tried to get up and only then I remembered my pants were still around my tights. Raphael’s hands helped me pull the fabric up, but he didn’t bother with caging my cock with fabric. He took me in a princess carry and made sure my shirt covered my indecency. I clung to the other angel, using the brief respite to clear my head. With the way I had been constantly stimulated for so long, my body missed the constant thrum, but I knew what was coming was going to be even more addictive.

Unsurprisingly, the place Beelzebub led us to was the ‘sacrificial stone’ platform. Raphael snorted at the sight but took a seat on the edge, shifted me until I was straddling his thighs, and helped me undress. Beelzebub followed his cue. You would think someone as proud as the Lord of the Flies would find kneeling in front of me demeaning, but Beelzebub looked like he was in charge even when he lowered himself down to take care of my shoes while Raphael pulled my pants and underwear down.

They didn’t stop until I was undressed completely, no shred of fabric on me, nothing stopping their hungry gazes from roaming over my body. I shivered at the intensity of their stares.

“You have been patient for so long. Such a good boy. Do you want to take Beelzebub’s cock?”

“Yes, I’m ready,” I responded eagerly.

“Hmm, are you?” Raphael laughed with an indulgent smile. “I don’t think so. That dildo had nothing on Beelzebub. Let me help you a little, sweetheart. Before you take his cock, I want to see you come on my fingers. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful.”

With that invitation, Raphael wasted no time getting his fingers into my sloppy, still gaping hole. The bottle of lube made an appearance again, slicking the way for his questing digits as they filled the aching emptiness inside me. When I felt the pressure against my sweet spot once more, it was like the fire inside my body reignited, flaring even brighter than before. It seemed I didn’t manage to quench the fires in the lull before the storm. The explosive reaction inside me was only paused and now it was reigniting, the feeling pushing me towards incoherence with astonishing speed.

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