Page 35 of Raising Hell: MMF Edition

“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.

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. A flick of his fingers has my bra slipping down my arms as he tears it off, flinging it aside as his tongue slides against mine. “There, that’s better,” he murmurs against our kiss, and his broad palms land on my spine, pulling me against him.

Now, I’m no small woman, 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’tyou be a good girl 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.

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. He steals my mouth for a kiss but stops me when I try to sink back into his lap.

“Now, now, Ruby,” 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.”

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