Page 35 of Raising Hell

Heart thudding inside my chest, I make a quick decision that I hope won’t end with me making a fool of myself. My sex life has always been vanilla… the occasional cinnamon sprinkled on top. Doing this… taking charge with not just one man, but two…

Let’s say I’m learning as I go.

“Sit on the bed and do not touch yourself.” He haltingly complies, his body fighting the command as he sits on the mattress, and my attention shifts to the other demon in the room who openly studies me. “Amon, come here.”

Interest piqued, he swaggers over to me, unconcerned with the obscene way his cock hangs out of his pants. “Yes, master,” he purrs, stepping closer until the front of our bodies are pressed together. He hovers so close the soft breeze of his breath blows over my lips, and I realize he’s never kissed me before.

My hands land on his lower back as his fingers weave through my hair. The anticipation is killing me, energy thickbetween us as we both wait for the other to make a move. We’re deadlocked in a stare off, poised and ready to strike as soon as the other side signals their advance. I want him—cravehim—but only if it’s freely given.

I will not compel him, not in this.

His eyes dart between mine, his grip tightening as I stand shock still. “Is my master not going to give his command?” he finally asks, voice low.

“No,” I whisper.

“What do you mean, no?”

“Do what you want with me.” It’s tiny, almost non-existent, the way he freezes. My nervous tongue slips across my lips, wetting them as I take another breath. “No command for you to hide behind, Amon.”

His lip lifts in a snarl. “I don’thide.”

“So don’t… it’s your choice.” I retreat just enough to catch both of his eyes, the frustration and conflict swirling there. “Only yours.”Not mine.That last part is unspoken, but the flare of his nostrils tells me the message is received, loud and clear.

He stares like he can’t decide what to make of me, the only motion in the silent room a slight bunch in his jaw. My gaze flickers to the ticking muscle, then back to his molten eyes, burning with that red glow behind the eclipse of his pupils.

We stare as the seconds tick away, and then, with a low muttered curse, we collide.

His lips are hot as they move against mine, possessive and claiming, his hands branding my skin as they position me exactly where he wants me. The way he directs my every move and the unwavering obedience I happily give him makes me question who truly holds the control.

Whatever he wants, he can have.

He can take it—I’ll fucking give it to him on a platter and thank him for the chance to serve. This kiss is everythingI imagined, assertive and commanding while still patient and unwilling to go any faster than he wishes.

He controls the pace, that much is an indisputable fact.

He’s in charge.

There are no teasing nips, no soft sweetness. It’s all domination and power—a demand for submission that I’m glad to give him. He guides us to the bed, then, in one fluid motion, drops onto the mattress and pulls me into his lap.

Tucked inside my pants, my cock pushes against the fabric, and I rock my hips forward to grind against the obscenely hard muscles of his abdomen. I want to come across his stomach and then lick my mess off the defined grooves. A whimper leaves me at the vivid images in my head.

Insistent, steady hands move up my chest, clutching the hem of my shirt and ripping it over my head. Our mouths only separate long enough for him to toss it before we collide again. “There, that’s better,” he murmurs against our kiss, and his broad palms land on my spine, pulling me against him.

Now, I’m a relatively small man, but the sheer size of his hand makes his dominance even more apparent. His thumb scrapes over one side of my back, fingers on the other, and I shudder as I recognize the immense power that could crush me like a rose petal. Nothing more than a toy in the hands of a giant—something he could pick up and throw around without a second thought.

I’d gladly let him.

Hell, he could snap my bones to dust, and I’d make sure to get athank youout in case it didn’t kill me and we could do it again sometime.

Another hand lands on my thigh, Cas’s long fingers tiptoeing towards the crease in my hip. “You missed something,” he says, digging his fingertips under the waistband of my pants and tugging. “These need to go.”

“How right you are,” Amon murmurs, before gripping my chin and placing another bruising kiss on my lips. “Why don’t you be a good boy and entertain Cas while we both get more comfortable?”

I suck in a breath as my eyes slide along Cas’s frame, cock pushing off his body, lean muscles strained and at attention. “Touch him,” Amon whispers in my ear, nipping at my lobe and causing goosebumps to rise across my skin.

My fingers wrap around Cas’s thick shaft, and a moan tears from his throat as his hips lift, thrusting into my touch. “Fuck,” he mutters as I stroke, moving my hand in slow, steady motions and watching his every reaction. Each flutter of his eyelids and twitch of his lips, the flex of his abs and tensing of his thighs.

It’s all mine to control.

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