Page 28 of Raising Hell: MMF Edition

A scoff rushes from his lips as he rolls his eyes so far back, he probably sees his own ass. “Yes, I can… be a…goodboy.” He spits the words out like they’re bitter, with a sneer that’s been crafted and honed over centuries.

“Now, now,” I tsk, enjoying his irritation way too much. “That’s not very convincing, is it, Amon?” His lips twitch and his nostrils flare even wider as his face tips up, the faint crimson glow in his eyes telling me that his temper is on a razor’s edge right now.

But I’m realizing that while he talks a big game, he’s not as tough as he likes to appear.

All bark, just a little bite.

A broody, growling nibbler, if you will.

Cas is still bouncing next to me as I slip out of his grip and take a step towards Amon. His gaze flickers to the small smirk on my lips before lifting, something hiding in the shadows of his eyes. Static buzzes in the air as I stop inches away, thetension thickening and swirling, creating an almost suffocating atmosphere.

“Convince me,” I hear myself say, the husky timbre of my voice surprising even me with its boldness.

The internal war that’s happening in his head plays out in real time as he battles himself, his pride getting in the way as the seconds count down in silence. He pulls his lips between his teeth and tilts his face skyward, heaving a drawn-out sigh, before he flips a switch. Irritation has been replaced by a heated smolder that drapes over me like silk, his eyes hooded and sultry.

“Human—” He catches himself, clearing his throat. He tries again, my name rolling off his tongue like sin incarnate. “Ruby, if you’d allow me to accompany you out of the house today, I assure you I’d…” The syrupy, thick chuckle doesn’t leave his throat as his tongue wets his lips.

He steps forward, pressing his bare chest against me as his fingers reach up to tuck my hair behind my ear. “Well,” he murmurs, with another of those deep chuckles. It’s low and seductive, a dangerous combination that could potentially lead to a flood warning if the dampness between my legs is any indication. “I’d certainly find many… creative ways to thank you.”

Silly demon, thinking that he’ll make me forget my mission.

I can be hornyandcrafty.

“And how will you do that, Amon?”

His low, growly hum, almost a purr, resonates in my ear as he leans in. “I would be such a very…verygood boy for you,” he whispers, scraping my lobe with his teeth. My breath catches despite myself, and his cheeks rise in a smile against my skin. “In fact… if you require proof of just howgoodI can be, I’m willing to demonstrate.”

Strong hands land on my lower back as he presses his hard body against me, and I melt into it, an obscene moan slipping from my lips. There’s pressure behind me as Cas pins me between them, his lips finding my other ear.

What a predicament to find myself in, caught between these two beautiful men.

A demon bread sandwich stacked with juicy red meat.

Woe is me.

Before my imagination can get away from me—and it isreallygetting away from me—I force myself to speak. “Now, now, boys. No rewards before you earn them.”

Cas gives another little bounce on his feet that makes me smile, but it stutters when I glance up and find Amon’s intense stare locked on me. There’s a heat in his eyes, but underneath, something else lurks.

Softer, perhaps.

Confused.

Undeterred and unaware of the tension brewing between us, Cas speaks from behind me. “Does that mean we get to go somewhere? Oh, please, Ruby! Please?”

“Only if you promise to really be good.” The tiny smile that finds me can’t be helped.

Amon leans down and grasps my chin with his iron grip, tilting my face up so suddenly I gasp. “So good,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose against mine in a move that has my entire head swimming. “But only for you… only ever for you.”

“I won’t tell,” I whisper on an exhale, so quiet I mouth the words more than speak them, but they hit their target. He pulls back with that same conflict hiding under his intense stare.

“What, uh… what’s going on here, guys?” Cas asks, and Amon’s eyes dart to him, finally releasing their hold on me. Realization hits me that I’m still pinned against him, enjoying the drag of his thumb across my jawline. I push away while anounce of sanity remains in my hazy brain, dusting my hands and straightening my clothes.

Clothes…

I glance up at the two demons, shirtless and in their obscene gray pants—yes, Amon crafted himself a matching pair—and realize what a feat this will be. “Get dressed and we’ll run some errands.” It’s not exactly the most exciting thing in the world, but Cas lights up like I’ve announced we’re headed to Disneyland. Even Amon has an upward tilt to his lips that isn’t full of snark.

“We are dressed,” Amon says, gesturing at his body. At his painted-on pants that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

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