Page 51 of Raising Hell

Coiled so tight, my body throbs with the need to let it all go.

More power swarms the room as I voice another command. “Give it to me, Amon.” He drives forward so forcefully it nearly throws me off balance, bottoming out as he comes on a roar. The beating of their cocks is so heavy I can feel the pulses filling me and gushing down my skin.

There’s so much. So hot… slick.

“What a perfect little cum slut,” Amon grunts as he holds my hips, guiding me as I chase my release. “Such a filthy boy,taking us both. I can’t wait to see your abused, leaking hole when we’re done with you.”

His words mixed with the obscene amount of cum dripping from my ass snaps the last bit of my restraint. Their rock-hard cocks are coated, every inch of skin slippery as they fuck me until the muscles in my core tighten to the point it borders on pain.

I reach to grab my cock, but Cas swats my hand away. “You don’t need to, sweetheart. Just let go.” I whimper desperately as he holds my wrist, but it only takes a few more seconds until I’m soaring. When everything finally breaks free, the relief is so great that I release a sob that might as well be a prayer.

My body clamps around them both, squeezing and milking the last drops of pleasure from them. Fireworks explode under my skin, flames licking my limbs as my whole body develops a pulse of its own. They move together, guiding me through my orgasm until I come down from the incredible high.

When I begin to tremble, they slow their motions, and suddenly my arms are too heavy to hold myself up any longer. Collapsing onto Cas, the heat radiating from his skin swallows me like a warm bath as we allow our bodies to quiet.

Amon canopies over me, kissing up my spine until he reaches my neck, where he nudges my hair out of the way and lightly sucks. Every gentle touch makes me shiver, my nerves shot and hypersensitive even to the whisper of air that blows across my skin.

Finally, he pulls out, and we all groan at the loss of the connection. He rolls onto the mattress and tugs me with him, and I groan again as Cas’s softening cock slides out of me and falls against his abs. Everything is slippery, coated in sweat and cum, but we’re content to lay here as our heart rates slow and our breathing evens out.

The bed shifts as Amon lifts onto his elbows, and I watch with sleepy eyes as he leans over me and pulls Cas into a passionate kiss. “Love you,” Cas whispers, and Amon grunts back an agreement that makes a small smile slip across my face.

They sandwich me between them as my eyes force themselves closed, and before I have time to process another thought, I’m falling into a deep, satisfied sleep.

Chapter 23

Rory

Another week floats by in a blissful bubble, but with each passing day, a gnawing anxiety settles in my stomach. It’s becoming more and more clear that Amon and Cas are keeping secrets from me. More than once, I’ve walked in on the two of them with their heads together, only to have them clam up and attempt to distract me when they notice me watching.

Something is wrong, and it has everything to do with them. My mind spins as I try to walk the thin line between demanding they tell me and respecting their privacy.

But through all of this, I’ve noticed it.

Loss of control.

Yesterday, I yelled at Cas to bring me a drink and he simply rolled his eyes and kept reading his book. And yeah, okay, I was being lazy, but cut me some slack.

What’s the point of demonic minions if you can’t stay wrapped up in your blankets on a rainy day?

He didn’t do it on purpose. In fact, he didn’t even realize what he’d done. As he brushed off my command without a second thought, a pang of desperation intensified my fear.

The crack in my heart splintered further, reeling at the tangible evidence of my slipping control.

Falling in love with them was reckless.

A terrible decision.

I’d do it all over again.

“Rory!” Cas shouts, and I jolt enough to spill a small splash of coffee on my sweater. He crashes into the room, wide-eyed, and shaking a piece of paper. “I’ve stroked a genius!”

My eyes furrow as a long-suffering sigh precedes Amon’s entrance into the living room. “What?” I finally manage.

Cas is crazed as his palms land on my cheeks, pulling my face flush to his until he’s a cyclops. “I’ve done it!”

I shake my head, still confused. “Who’s this genius you’ve stroked? Are you talking about Amon?”

A snort comes from Amon’s perch at the door. “Classic,” he mutters, looking pleased.

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