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She moans, and it’s not just for show as we discover how to play her together. Addi’s mouth finds his, but she surprisesme when she pulls me in for a three-way kiss. Kaleb jerks back, but she’s insistent. Our tongues tangle, moans filling the air. Another hand finds my cock and I don’t know who it belongs to.

I ache with the lack of control over the situation, unsure whoisin control or if we’re all just riding the wave of intoxication that’s Addi.

After all the teasing, the playing around, the stress of tonight, I’m ready to fuck her into oblivion.

“Suck me,” I say to the disembodied hand working my cock, knowing I can’t kill either of the angels. My magic bodily fluids don’t work on my opposites that way. There’s a second of hesitation that makes me wonder that it’s not Bowen playing with me, and when a gentle touch frees me from my leather and laces and a long tongue strokes my length, I know Lethe finally joined us. I smile when Addi kisses me again. “And lick her,” I murmur, positioning her in place right over me. The mouth hesitates again and I look over at Kaleb. “Do the honors?”

He grins, trailing a lazy hand down Addi’s back to find her panties, bunching them tight and rips them clean from her body. Her gasp at his violence is worth it before Bowen and Lethe go to town on both of us, their mouths licking and sucking as I kiss the shit out of the girl who’s consumed me for far too long. Passing her back and forth with Kaleb has me ready to blow.

“Don’t stop,” I warn the pair of angels licking my balls as I ready myself at her entrance and push inside her. Kaleb watches for a moment, fisting his length before I twist us to one side. I reach around, pulling him closer, and fit him to the same hole. “Together, hellspawn,” I murmur. “Relax, hell kitten. Let us brand you as ours.”

“Yours,” she moans, tipping her head back and seeking Kaleb’s mouth.

I swipe a drop of my pre-cum along her stomach, and when she doesn’t writhe or scream, or blank, my innards screammy victory.

I know something about our girl that you don’t know.

My head sings the little tune while Kaleb hums his approval, notching his cock next to mine and slamming hilt-deep alongside me.

We don’t take it gentle with her, I’m not sure either of us can by then. We’re drawn on by the frenzy of the night. Tongues lick all three of us as we work together, fucking her with one giant cock as she screams her pleasure to the weeping stones. The angels disgrace themselves, unsated and spent in their pants while they serve magnificently from below.

We paint the walls of Harken with our sin while a succubus rampages the halls and feasts in her honor, massacring everything in its path. Tomorrow will be a hell of a cleanup.

Tonight, I’m fucking a mortal I love with a man I hate and having my balls licked by two fallen angels.

Their penance will be pure pleasure and sufferance, and I’ll enjoy their screams at my hands. As I come inside her, taking both Kaleb and Addi with me, I wonder if she will, too.

Chapter Twenty-One

Who I’ve Never Been

Adreana

For those of you that have never been possessed, let me explain a few things to you. First off, I have a massive gap in my memory. It’s like missing part of a three-hour movie. Somehow the timeline is all screwed up. It’s like I have been binge drinking for a week and now that I am sober, I have to fill in all the gaps, but I don’t know where to start.

Second, I am ravenous. Not just for food but I swear to all that is holy—and probably unholy considering who I spend time with these days—that I have never been this fucking horny in my entire life. Mana and Kaleb have filled me with their cocks and their cum and I still want more.

“Rest now, little demon,” Mana says with a crooked smile, a tinge of fondness in his voice. “There will be time for more fucking. But you need to regain your strength right now and we are trapped in here until the next sunrise.”

I want to argue. I want to ask why we’re trapped. I want to tell him he can’t dictate what I feel or when I fuck but a sudden wave of fatigue swamps me and I can’t even keep my eyes open.

Vivid, colorful dreams assault me. My parents, my sister, some long-lost friends. Happiness and joy fill me at seeing them all before sadness overwhelms me as each of them are ripped away from me in turn. I relive my parents’ funeral for the millionth time. I see them in their coffins, I watch them be lowered into the ground, and I feel my heart shatter again and again before wrenching myself from the darkness that is my slumbering mind.

My body is overheating. Somehow all four of these massive men have fit themselves and me on the tiny mattress. Itake in the room around me, rubbing at my chest. I don’t know who lives down here but it’s stark and depressing, enough to make me want to rage at the injustice of someone existing like this.

Behind me, Kaleb stirs before snoring softly once more. Tilting my head back slowly, I stare at Lethe, my makeshift pillow. Looking down, I find Bowen lying beneath my feet with a frown on his face. I wonder what fallen angels dream about. Do they even dream?

But it’s Mana my gaze keeps returning to. I have never seen him so unguarded before. He looks like a normal, albeit hot, guy. His lips are parted and I fight the urge to kiss him. It’s a strange and scary thing to realize, lying in a dank room in the bowels of Harken, but there it is.

All of us are as naked as the day we were born and usually I would try to cover up. But I feel a strange sense of comfort, a bone-deep connection, and I suddenly don’t want to hide anything from any of them ever again. It’s an epiphany I never thought I would have lying in bed with four men in the bowels of a building I have always hated visiting.

Everything in my mind is still in shambles from what happened to me, but I know three things for sure:

-- One, I need to find my sister. The little bitch fucking shot me or something and started this entire goddamned mess. I want to know what her damn problem is and find her the help she needs before she tries to finish what she started.

-- Two, I need to have an honest, open conversation with all the men sharing my body and this bed—if it can even be called that—before moving forward one more step.

-- Three, I am in love with Mana. Even though I swore I would never fall into his damn trap.

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