I hold her pretty eyes for a long moment, and nod. Giving her an inch of reprieve, I jerk my chin up. “All right. Here’s a little cover for you. But I want a nice display and a long, wet mark on my thigh where you’ve creamed all over me, understand?” My voice turns harsh with need.
What started as a fun tease devolves into something darker within seconds, as usual.
Lethe’s long-fingered hands rest on her slim waist as he presses against her back, and waits. His pupils are blown wide with arousal already. My little submissive angel is always on edge, but he’s trained well, and he won’t act without mine or Mana’s direct command.
I give him a single shake of my head. This is Addi’s task. He’s just there to provide cover, and to watch her. It’s enough as he sucks in every part of her. Bowen drifts over to watch, providing an extra dynamic Addi can’t follow, too lost in her arousal, but I see it.
Bowen almost isn’t aware of the effect he has on our resident fallen, but Lethe stiffens visibly at the reaper’s proximity. He trails a finger along her side, her flesh wavering as she whimpers at his occasionally acidic touch.
“Pretty,” he murmurs, the faintest scent of sulphur mingling with hers.
Lethe looks green, but after all this time I’m getting used to it. Concealing a smirk, I pinch Adreana’s nipple harder until she’s biting her lips hard to conceal the pain. Her breaths come fast as Lethe pushes into her from behind, Bowen crowding her side. She looks around wildly but again I shake my head.
“Your attention is here, Addi,” I murmur, tapping the tip of her imprisoned nipple. “Come for me. Or…” I tap the prongs I’ve left on the grill, where they sit in the heat.
Fear turns her eyes white and hells, is it a beautiful sight.
“You wouldn’t—” she chokes, her eyes locked on the heated torture tool I threaten her with. Not that I’d do it, but…
“I will.” Mana liberates the tongs from my hand. “Kaleb gave you an order. Now, Adreana.” His voice is fathomless, a wicked siren call none of us can escape.
She claws at me, arching as I return to milking her, easing off the pain. Her pretty pussy rubs my thigh, smearing her cream over me as requested, but it’s not enough.
“Come for us,” I murmur, leaning in to steal a kiss. Simple, but the moment I slide my tongue into her mouth I realize my mistake.
Hot and wet, all I want is to plunge myself deep into her pussy. Hands reach around me, freeing my cock, working me as I tease her. I grunt into her mouth as she rubs herself into a frenzy, coming for me exactly as I demanded.
But she’s not alone.
Her sweet mouth has always been my kryptonite. It’s like tonguing her wet pussy, plunging my cock into her depths. Thecool hand that works me belongs to the master we all serve. Just as she stares up at me, my name on her lips as she trembles on my thigh, heat gushing between her legs to coat me, Mana whispers something in hellspeak, a name, perhaps. I explode all over his hand and the front of her red dress, staining her white.
“Fuck,” I mumble into her mouth, sagging back into him.
Addi comes too, still wrapped around the thigh I press between her legs. The fallen watches us both with hungry eyes. If I ordered him on clean-up duty, he’d find the sin-soaked ground with his knees right now. Bowen watches us all with a small smile.
But right now isn’t for them. At least, not yet. Maybe that can come after.
I turn my head back, letting Mana find my mouth with his in a long, deep kiss of mingled need and gratitude.
“Christ, hellspawn,” he murmurs against my mouth. “That was meant to be for her.”
“Try not to be trouble for the rest of the night.” I raise a hand despite my instant exhaustion and slap his cheek firmly.
The demon’s eyes glow as I turn back to Addi, tucking her breast back into her dress and seek her mouth for a slow, long kiss. A different pair of hands fixes the front of my pants while Mana turns back to the barbeque I abandoned. With a few flicks of his long fingers, Lethe has me ready to go again. I give his wrist a firm squeeze with dual purpose—a thank you for his service and a warning not to overstep. The corners of his lips flicker, and I wonder that we haven’t raised ourselves a prime brat in the making.
Addi slips into the space between my arms, resting her head on my chest. “Help me change?” she asks, looking up at me with sleepy eyes.
I stare down at her, a dark laugh ripping from my chest. “Hell no, kitten. We both wear each other’s marks tonight foreveryone to see.”
Her cheeks flame as red as her dress. She nods, biting her lips though I know underneath the added humiliation she’s pleased. Addi never says no to a display of ownership, especially not when it involves us wearing hers. Turnabout is only fair after all, and I’m far from embarrassed to have her claim us, me, in every way possible.
A single nod and she’s on her toes, pressing her mouth against my lips in a fierce, possessive kiss of her own. Her hands find Mana’s behind me. The demon twitches against my back, as pleased with her after display as me.
Not to be forgotten, she reaches blindly for Bowen and Lethe who wrap themselves around her, their ongoing feud forgotten in lieu of their overwhelming love for her.
The human who brought four fallen, unforgiven creatures together. It’s the sort of fairy story no child should ever be told, but that’s not the aim of stories told in the dark, quiet hours after midnight.
I trail my fingers through her hair. “Love you,” I murmur lazily, as though hundreds of people aren’t waiting for their food while Mana cremates the lot.