Page 33 of Raising Hell

Would my absence be noticed?

Do I even care?

My hand rubs over my chest, at the phantom pain that dances there. Why does the thought make it harder to breathe?

I mindlessly stroll through the hallway and into the second bedroom, attempting to distract myself from my own cluttered mind when Cas’s voice reaches me from behind. “Hey,” he says, and I grunt my response. Closer now, he speaks softly—gentle in a way that is very unlike our kind. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” I snort, jerking away from him.

“Then why are you in here pouting?”

“Pouting?” I whirl around and let my magic flare as I tower over him. Cas isn’t short by any stretch, but my frame is unusually large, even for a demon. “That is ridiculous, dearCasimir.”His name comes out as a snarl, but his eyes stay locked on mine, searching. “I merely wanted to escape the pitiful excuse of a demon you become when you are inhispresence. It sickens me to witness you being soweak.”

Triumph washes over his face, a cat with a goddamned canary looking like he’s uncovered some mysterious, hidden truth. Fists clenched at my sides, I fight the urge to slap away the smirk that’s etched onto his lips.

“You’re jealous,” he whispers, and I growl again as I shove his shoulders, forcing him to take a few steps back. It doesn’t deter him, though, as he watches me with that infuriating smile. “But of who? Are you jealous of Rory’s attention to me, or mineto him? Is the ice in closed-off Amon’s heart finally starting to thaw?”

“Fuck you,” I mutter, stepping forward and curling my fingers around his neck. He tilts his chin upward, offering himself to me instead of shying away from my anger.

“Anytime you want, big boy,” he teases, his voice becoming breathy.

“Such a fucking mouth on you.” I inch closer, watching that pink tongue dart between his lips, leaving them glistening and slightly parted. “Why don’t you show me how you can use it?”

My grip on him tightens as I push him towards the ground, and for a few moments, he fights me. His skin flushes as the veins in his neck thunder against my fingers, and the struggle stirs something deep inside me. I squeeze even tighter, a growl rumbling out of my throat as his smirk turns salacious.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Unable to resist any longer, his knees buck and slam to the ground as he stares up at me. My hand weaves through his hair and tugs him forward, my cock rubbing against his cheek. With a mere thought, his clothes disappear, and I’m staring at miles of toned, pale skin.

All mine.

“Get naked. I want to look at you,” he begs as he winds his hands around to grip my ass, yanking me against him. Filthy thoughts rush through my brain at the sight of him on his knees, pleading. He always was such a needy thing.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” I say, and his eyes land on mine again. “Do you honestly believe I’ll make it that easy for you? No, baby, you need to work for it.”

“Is that so?” His fingers slide to the front of my waistband as he plants a kiss on the hard ridge pushing against the denim. His fingertips dip underneath and graze the hypersensitive skinas he works my button loose. The whir of my zipper being undone has my breath coming in quick, shallow pants, then those long fingers wrap around my cock and pull me free.

“Are you getting sentimental in your old age, Amon?” His tongue darts out, licking a slow, wet path all the way up the underside of my cock, collecting the pre-cum from the tip before reversing and travelling back down.

A pleased hum leaves me as he reaches my balls, sucking one into his mouth. “Old age,” I mutter, not looking away. “What could possibly make you think that?” His tongue continues on its wicked path, tracing up my length until he flicks the sensitive vee under my head.

“Two reasons.” I can’t hold my moan as he surrounds the crown of my cock with his hot mouth and sucks gently for a few seconds. As he pops off, he says, “You were jealous of me with Rory.”

“I wasn’t—” My words turn into a grunt as he draws me in again, taking me further and sucking hard, my hips punching forward out of my control as his cheeks turn into sunken pits.

He releases me, my cock now shiny with spit. “And second, you just called me baby. In all these years, you’ve never once called me that. So, you tell me, Amon… what’s changed?”

I freeze while he’s victorious, smug as he takes all of me. My argument is replaced by an obscene groan as I bump the back of his throat, fighting the resistance of his muscles until they yield and let me slide further. God, it’s fucking heaven as he chokes, coughing and flexing.

Both my hands cup his head as I thrust, and he remains motionless even as he gags. “Such an exquisite mouth when it’s choking on my cock,” I murmur, wiping away the drool that forms a tiny torrent on his skin. “Those lips are perfection when they’re stretched around me. You always have been so hungry for it, haven’t you?” He moans as I grip his horns, the vibrationshumming against my shaft and kick-starting a tremor that goes wild inside me, rushing under my skin and scattering.

Oblivious to our surroundings, we fail to hear the footsteps drawing near. My hips are slamming forward, thrusting deeper into Cas’s throat in a steady, demanding rhythm. “Where did you two disappear to—oh my god!”

Cas tries to pull back, but I hold him in place, glancing over my shoulder at Rory. “Enjoying the view?” I ask, my voice breathy and punctuated by my thrusts, and Cas gurgles underneath me as spit flies. “Just think… you could make us do absolutely anything with just a few words. Anything you want us to do… to each other. To you.”

Pleasure creeps up my spine, feeling his eyes on me. Knowing he’s watching. Rory’s chest is heaving, fixated on the sight of my cock sliding between Cas’s stretched lips. Cheeks flushed and lips parted, he takes an uncontrollable step forward. “I’d never take away your consent…” he starts, but I shake my head.

“We want you to, Rory. Nothing is off the table… not between us, and not between either of us with you.” With watery eyes, Cas nods even as tears streak his cheeks. I withdraw from his mouth with a wet slurp, spit stretching in strands between his puffy lips and my aching cock. “Tell him, Cas. He needs to hear it.”

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