Page 36 of Raising Hell

It belongs tome.

Forget witchcraft—this is power.

My thumb swipes through the beaded wetness at the tip of his cock, using it to slick my palm as I stroke him faster, obsessed with the way his lips fall apart and his hips jerk up into my grip. Amon attempts to slide my pants off, but my position in his lap proves to be too restrictive. “No magic?”

That sinful smirk tugs across his mouth. “No shortcuts. I want you to experience every second of this.” I half-stand, the fabric dragging over my skin as he shoves them to the ground, my cock springing up like a diving board. He steals my mouth for a kiss but stops me when I try to sink back into his lap.

“Now, now, Rory,” he murmurs, eyes falling to my grip on Cas’s cock. “Don’t you think he deserves more than your hand?”

His full lips curl into a devilish grin as his gaze returns to mine, and in that fleeting moment, I’m floored by his beauty. Hard lines, chiseled features, and high cheekbones, with eyes that seem to hold the entire universe. The slight flush to hischeeks and dilation of his pupils are the only signs that he’s not completely put together.

I want to watch him fall apart.

Power weaves into my words as I say, “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Excitement glimmers in his eyes as he bites his lower lip with a very sexy smirk. “Get on your knees for him.”

Cas releases a breathy moan as I slide to the floor, kneeling between his feet. “Like this?” I tease, glancing up at Amon for direction.

“Just like that,” he purrs, standing and shedding his pants.

Forbidden from touching himself because of my command, Cas whimpers and writhes, hips lifting to thrust into the air and desperate for friction as I ask, “What now?”

“Take a taste,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip and releasing it to pop back into place. Not breaking eye contact with Amon, I grip the root of Cas’s cock and lower my head. Deliberately, I give a long lick across the tip, the tang of his pre-cum making my mouth water at the same time Cas releases another loud, desperate moan.

“Good boys share.” Amon leans down and kisses me, sliding his tongue against mine to get a taste before pulling back and gripping my chin once more. “Now suck his cock like you mean it.” He guides me lower with a challenging stare, daring me to disobey.

Unbridled hunger spreads across his face as I open my mouth and lean in. Cas is a whimpering, helpless mess as I fix my lips around the hard length of his cock and give a light suck.

“Now, Rory.” Amon clicks his tongue in disapproval as he circles me, his footsteps echoing softly. My body tenses, on edge from knowing there’s a predator lurking where I can’t see him. The warmth of his body presses against mine as he kneelsbehind me, his lips finding my ear as his smoky amber scent surrounds me. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Fingers through my hair, he pushes me forward, my mouth sliding down Cas’s cock. My lips tighten as my tongue swirls around his length, tracing across the seam of his flared head and mapping every vein along the way. I suck harder, drawing my cheeks in, and the sounds that leave Cas are uncontrolled, needy things.

One hand still in my hair, Amon slides the other down my crease, probing against my hole. His fingers are slippery as he pushes one inside me, quickly joined by a second. “Does sucking his cock make you a needy little slut, sweet Rory?” The only answer I can manage is a grunt, and he pushes my head down further as I gag, tears pooling in my eyes. “You like that, don’t you? Having him buried in your throat when you know I’m going to fuck you from behind?”

A thrill runs through my blood at his words, and I push back against him. His chuckle is low, rolling thunder as he sinks knuckle deep. The burn is heaven as he works me open, and when he adds a third of his giant fingers, I can’t help the noises that roll out of my throat. Orchestrated under Amon’s watchful gaze, my muffled moans and Cas’s shameless whimpers twist into a symphony of depravity.

“Do me a favor, love,” Amon mutters as his fingers slide out of me, replaced by the blunt end of his cock. “Order Cas not to come until he’s told.”

“Don’t do that to me,” Cas whines as I suck up and off his cock, watching it slap against his stomach. He’s harder than I’ve ever seen him, and he tries to reach for it but can’t fight the compulsion.

“Cas,” I rasp, my throat scratchy and worn. His hopeful gaze meets mine, silently begging for release, only to falter as I say, “You will only come when given permission.”

His head thunks onto the bed just as Amon pushes forward, slipping inside me. He’s huge, thicker and longer than Cas, and I call out as my body is jolted. Amon stills, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck and scraping his teeth across the sensitive skin there. “Better get to sucking,” he mutters as he inches forward, and I nod as I slide my lips down Cas’s cock.

It takes several pushes until Amon is seated inside me, his hips flush against my ass, and he’s so thick I have a fleeting thought that he might tear me in two.

Death by demon dick.

What a way to go.

He’s surprisingly patient, though, letting me adjust to his size as his hands and lips map across my back. Once he’s satisfied that I’ve relaxed, Amon withdraws before driving forward again. He builds into a deliberate rhythm, guiding my head up and down and forcing me to match the pace he uses as he fucks me. Soon, Cas is writhing and moaning, thrusting into the warmth of my mouth as he chases his denied release.

The way Amon handles me has me burning alive, his imposing size and the rhythmic roll of his hips hitting all the right spots. My body sings as he knocks against my prostate, a low, amused chuckle blowing over my neck as he does it again, and again.

My cries are muffled as Cas fucks into my mouth, pegging my gag reflex until tears are streaking my cheeks. “Good boy,” Amon purrs as his hand skates down my body, grazing over my cock in a barely-there touch that hits me in a shock.

Everything is fuzzy and tingling, on edge like electricity is being shoved through my veins with more power than I know how to handle. Skilled fingers wrap around my cock, my legs trembling as a tense, scorching ball of tension builds deep inside me.

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