Page 27 of Sinful Obsession

I can’t speak. I don’t know how to ask them what’s happening—what this is. All I can do is stand here, suspended between confusion and longing as their attention wraps around me like a vice. Nevan pinches my chin and then kisses me, devouring my mouth as Kaua’s lips attach to my neck. My body shudders as my shirt is lifted, Asmodeus’ placing light kisses down my belly as his fingers graze the waistband of my pants.

My breath catches in my throat as I try to pull away, none of them letting me squirm from their hold. Not that I want to leave but the sensations are already bordering on too much, especially when Asmodeus hooks two fingers into my pants and drags them down my legs. The cool air of the library brushes againstthe exposed skin, Nevan chuckling into the kiss before he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth.

Kaua begins sucking on Asmodeus’ bond mark, my entire body trembling with need as I cling to them. And when War himself moves one of those large hands to squeeze my breast, I buckle in their arms. Asmodeus laughs, the sound echoing before he spreads my legs just wide enough to hook my panties to the side.

“Already wet for me, for us, love? You are absolutely perfect, Vienna.” And then he stuffs his face between my legs, Nevan swallowing the moans on the edge of my tongue. I don’t even know what to do, unable to hold myself up as they deal out pleasure until I’m completely consumed by their darkness. I shiver and writhe, clinging to their scrubs until my body starts to shake.

Asmodeus tastes me like he’s never tasted me before, his tongue curling and thrusting inside of me as the muscle vibrates. He was right that there’s no toy that compares to him, especially when he’s shifted with that gorgeous tail of his.

“Come for us, Vienna,” Kaua mumbles against my neck, twisting my nipple until my back arches and I shatter. They’re there to catch me, Asmodeus licking up my release until he’s satisfied. It feels like forever before he resituates my pants and stands back up, stealing me from Nevan to give me a kiss of his own.

I taste myself on his lips, savoring it until he pulls away. “I love you, Vienna.” Kaua and Nevan repeat the same thing, the evidence in their expression. It has to be the supernatural pull because there’s no other fucking reason for this.

“How can you love me?” I ask, twisting to look at the two Horsemen. “You don’t even know me. It’s been what, two days?” I try to catch my breath, still coming down from my orgasm.

Asmodeus smiles, a smile that makes me feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff. “You’re waking up,” he says, his hand cupping my cheek. “You’ll understand soon enough.”

I want to argue, to push back against the certainty in his voice, but the truth is, I can feel it too—something stirring deep inside me, something I don’t understand. It terrifies me, but I can’t deny it. Not when they’re looking at me like this, not when every touch feels like a tether to something bigger, something I’m not ready to name.

Asmodeus leans in again, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that feels like a promise and I let myself fall.

21 – Asmodeus

Vienna fell asleep a few moments ago, a mixture of the lingering medication effects and the beginning of the end weighing down on her human soul. I carry her through the hallways of Briarwood, one of the only moments I’ve been able to spend with her so freely. She stirs faintly, her breathing shallow. My arms tighten around her protectively, though the irony isn’t lost on me. Me, a demon, protecting a human girl from forces supposedly meant to safeguard her kind.

Behind me, Nevan and Kaua walk in silence, their footsteps barely audible against the cold stone floor. I can feel their eyes on me, the tension radiating from them palpable. They’re wary of me, as they should be. But there’s also a flicker of something else—respect, curiosity, maybe even awe. It’s been a long time since anyone looked at me like that. It’s also been a long time since I have shared someone and watching her fall apart at the Horsemen’s hands is everything.

When we reach the room, I push the door open with my shoulder, stepping inside to find Ewan and Vito waiting. The two of them rise from where they’re seated, their gazes sharp as they take me in. For a moment, the room is silent, charged with the weight of unspoken words.

I deposit Vienna onto the bed, my movements careful as I cradle her head until it rests against the pillow. She stirs slightly, her eyelids fluttering, but she doesn’t wake. Straightening, I turn to face the four of them, my horsemen of the apocalypse.

“Be careful with her,” I say, my voice low but firm. “She’s precious. More precious than you know. It’s only a matter of time until things start happening. When they do, you’ll understand.”

They exchange glances, each of them skeptical yet still curious about their purpose

“You’re the four horsemen,” I continue, my tone softening slightly. “Death, Conquest, War, and Famine. In another life, we were friends. Maybe one day that will come to pass again.”

Nevan’s brow furrows, his fingers twitching at his sides. “Friends?” he echoes, his voice tinged with disbelief. “I don’t remember that.”

“You wouldn’t,” I say simply. “Not yet.”

Vito steps forward, the muscles in his neck and shoulders pulled tight. “I understand our purpose but why is the portal so important? Why does it have to be opened?”

I turn to him, my gaze locking onto his. “It’s the balance of life,” I explain. “It has to happen. It always happens.”

“And if it doesn’t?” Ewan asks, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

“If it doesn’t,” I say carefully, “it could be worse than the apocalypse.”

The room falls silent again, the weight of my words settling over them. I can feel their unease, their uncertainty, but Idon’t offer them anything more. Some truths aren’t meant to be spoken—not yet. The delicate balance of their existence—of everything rests on just that—balance.The apocalypse is only part of that, part of the circle of life.

Stepping back, I nod to them once more. “Take care of her,” I repeat, my voice soft but commanding. “She’s the key to all of this.”

Without waiting for a response, I turn and head for the door. Once I’m in the hallway, my form begins to shift, the edges of my body dissolving into shadow. I let the darkness consume me, my shape slipping away until I’m nothing more than an entity, a swirling mass of black smoke and energy.

I glide through the corridors, unseen, until I reach the heart of Briarwood. The portal is beneath the stone floor, its presence pulsing like a heartbeat. I hover above it, my essence coiling and shifting as I stare down at the spot where it lies hidden.

A grin spreads through me, though it has no form. The first crack appears, a thin, jagged line splitting the stone and revealing a faint, fiery glow beneath. The pits of hell are stirring, and soon, the balance will tip.

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