Page 25 of Raising Hell

As he lifts his head, his eyes lock with Rory’s once more. “What did I tell you, sweet boy? Everyone will know you’re mine when I’m finished with you.”

“Hmm…” I tug the lobe of his ear between my teeth again. “Getting possessive, are we? Intriguing.” I reach past Cas and push my fingers through the soft red curls on Rory’s head, and he startles at the touch. “Does that mean you won’t share him with me?”

“That’s up to him,” Cas says, leaning down and dropping another kiss on his parted lips. “Rory? What do you say?” The pounding of his heart is so intense that the vein in his neck pulses like a drum, making me fight the urge to push Cas aside and experience its thudding against my tongue.

Rory’s wits are slow to return, but eventually he swallows hard, his eyes shifting from one of us to the other. “I… don’tknow if I’m comfortable with that yet… with…” Another audible swallow clicks in his throat. “…two men.”

Disappointment curdles in my gut, but before I can retreat, he grabs my arm. The shock on his face tells me he’s just as surprised as I am by the stammering thoughts that come out of his mouth. “But…” His eyes shift to Cas. “… that doesn’t mean Amon can’t join us… doesn’t meanyoucan’t enjoy each other.”

Heat flares in Cas’s eyes as he slides his tongue between his lips. “You’d be okay with that?” Rory nods, uncertain at first, but then with more conviction.

As soon as he’s confident in his decision, I kneel behind Cas. God, I fucking love this man’s ass. My palms slap against the round curves of his cheeks and squeeze, muscles flexing under my hands.

He’s so goddamned bitable.

I hold back a moan as my dick flexes between my legs, and I summon a dollop of lube into my palm. The second moan slips free as I grip my cock, sliding my slick hand up my length and back down again.

Cas is amused as he glances over his shoulder at me. “Someone’s eager.”

I give him a pointed stare as his gaze drops, watching my fist shuttle along my erection until I release it. “What’s that, Cas?” I murmur, sliding my fingers between his cheeks as his head flops back onto his shoulders, delirious. My fingertips tease his rim, and his eyes close as he whimpers. “Did you say you were eager to take my cock?”

Another whimper stalls in his throat as I push two lubed fingers inside him. Already knowing the limits of what he can handle, I work him open as he shivers and trembles against me. Rory unabashedly stares as I hold Cas’s torso against mine, his body merely a puppet for me. “Did you say you need it?”

“Please, Amon, I do… you know I do.”

My other hand weaves through his hair and rips his head back. “Say it. Beg for it.”

“I need it so bad… please, you know how much I need your cock.” His pleading melts into a low, wanton moan as my fingers hit his sweet spot. His hips jerk forward, and Rory gasps as Cas bottoms out inside him. This pulls Cas from the trance he’d snapped into, and he wrestles out of my hold to capture Rory’s lips in an aggressive kiss as he builds a rhythm, matching the speed of my fingers with his hips.

“You always were such a good boy for me,” I murmur as I stretch a third finger in, and soon, Cas doesn’t know whether he wants to thrust into Rory or push back onto my hand.

His cheeks are flushed, his hair rumpled, and lips slightly parted. Needy thing that he is, he whimpers as I remove my fingers, but just as quickly I’ve notched my cock at his hole. “Is that what you want?”

“Please,” he groans, pushing against me. “Please… fuck,please, Amon. Give it to me.” His begging always has been my undoing, and I press forward, slipping the crown inside him. His head snaps back, calling out in pleasure, as my hand encircles his throat and lifts him against my chest.

“Is that all you need? Hmm? Is that enough for my boy?” I whisper in his ear, pinning him against me, and he shakes his head desperately.

“More… oh, fuck, please, Amon. Give me what I need.”

“You need it, do you?”

“Please!”

His desperate cry transforms into an elated shout as I slam forward, his body giving way as I bottom out, my hips flush against his ass. Rory cries out as well, the motion pushing Cas’s cock deep inside him. “Oh, god,” Cas groans as I pull out and drive into him again.

I rest my chin on his shoulder, burying myself and fucking him in shallow thrusts as I glance at Rory lying on his back. “Get on your knees.”

He looks to Cas for guidance, but he’s so blissed out he can barely keep his eyes open, much less form words, so Rory listens to me. Cas gives a pitiful little whimper as he slides away, his cock obscenely hard as Rory shifts onto all fours.

“Do you enjoy seeing him submit to me?” I ask him, and he twists to look at me over his shoulder as Cas lines them up and drives forward again. “He may own you, dominate you, Rory, but don’t be fooled.” My hand runs through his hair as I fuck him, and his head lolls to the side as he turns to face me.

Obedient and adoring.

Fully submissive.

“Casimir is nothing more than a good little boy who will do anything for my cock. Isn’t that right, sweet Cas?”

“Mmm,” he moans, his head falling onto my shoulder as my thrusts guide the rhythm for the three of us. My hands slide over the defined ridges of his toned stomach before reaching to grip his horns like handlebars. Another delirious, drunken whine rolls from his throat as I stroke them.

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