Page 34 of Raising Hell: MMF Edition

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A pinprick-sized hole forms in the shield that holds me together and my hips lunge forward. Any remnants of control I had over my body are obliterated as everything erupts, a pleasure so intense that my head throws back in a shout as my vision whites. It ricochets, bouncing through me like a stray bullet, up and down my spine as my knees buckle, suddenly unable to support my weight.

I curl forward, my arms wrapping around Cas’s head and forcing myself deeper, my cock pulsing as I come and flooding his throat with a shout. Pleasure like I’ve never known slices through my veins, bleeding me dry as euphoria pours from the cuts. It takes away my ability to do anything other than exist as every muscle squeezes, wringing out the unbearable tension. Each spray that shoots into his mouth sends a pulse through my body—a shockwave of rolling heat that torches me from the inside out.

Burning alive.

In my seven hundred years of life, I’ve never come so hard.

Dull, cotton-filled hearing is replaced by the wet sound of Cas choking as I realize I’ve bottomed out inside him, forcing myself down his throat. His lips push against my groin, his skin reddening as my cock fills his airway. White streams seep from his mouth and drip down his chin as I loosen my grip on him and allow him a deep, gravelly inhale.

The orgasm releases its hold on me, and I’m dazed, full of lead as I stumble a step back and slump against the wall, chest heaving. Cas whimpers, his trembling body a masterpiece with his rock-hard cock on display, the tip flushed with a clear thread precariously hanging. Every vein stands in stark contrast, and his hips twitch forward, out of his control.

Wrecked on his knees is a fucking fantastic look for him.

“I need to come,” he moans, almost a sob. “Please… fuckingplease!”

“That’s not up to you,” I say, and something akin to panic flashes in his eyes. Such a perfect, desperate thing he is. I nod to Ruby, who watches in a lusty haze. “That’s up to her.”

Chapter 15

Ruby

Cas turns his pleading towards me, and it takes a few seconds for the words to register in my mind. “Ruby,” he whines, and my eyes fall lower. Lips coated in cum and brow glistening, his cock strains off his body as his thighs tremble.

It’s a beautiful disaster.

“Please let me come. Please? I’ve been such a good boy, and I’ll keep being one. So good, I’ll be so good… God, Ruby, please?”

It’s tempting—to give in… give him what he wants. But then again…

This could be fun.

Amon and I exchange a knowing grin as we lock eyes. “You said I could command you to do anything I wish, and you’d be on board?”

The approving smile on Amon’s face spreads so wide I can count his teeth, while Cas looks like he might cry. He nods, a single bob of his head as he whimpers, “Yes.”

A few steps closer, and he’s kneeling before me. “You’re sure about that?” It’s a final offering, but he doesn’t take it. Instead, a helpless, pitiful noise leaves his throat, and he nods once more.

“Stand,” I order, and he rises to his feet, cock bobbing in front of him. My single finger slides along the underside of his shaft, and he whimpers again, hips punching forward.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Every muscle in his body tenses and strains as he groans, his eyes squeezing shut. I lean in and whisper, “Maybe you need time to cool off, then.”

His eyes fly open, solid black in his heightened state. “Wha-what?”

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 her command?” he finally asks, voice low.

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