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Taking his fingers coated in his release from my mouth, Sy didn’t give him a chance to respond before I witnessed him shoving them into Rook’s mouth.
“I told you I’d wash your damn mouth out.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
The look on Rook’s face when I transferred some of my cum from Kinley’s mouth to his had been priceless. If Kin had behaved like him, she would have gotten the same treatment. But that was the difference between her and Rook; it seemed she behaved when given the proper motivation. Rook wasnota good little demon.
Our ravishing of Kinley made the number two spot on my list of things I’d like to experience on repeat for eternity. The number one event was the days of creation.
It hadn’t been an easy decision to use Rook’s illusions to deceive and draw our fallen angel from her madness inside her own home, but it was the most civilized way of doing it. The longer she was surrounded by the reminder of all of her traumas, the worse it was going to become. That was the theory, anyway.
As for what transpired after we had lured her to Rook’s spare apartment? While not entirely planned out, we all knew that she responded to physical touch from each of us, and we went triple-down on that.
The gamble paid off. It’d been almost a week since, and she’d seemingly stabilized. Kinley was back to the quirky, free-spirited, and headstrong woman I knew. Don’t get me wrong, she still drove me fucking batshit crazy with her idiosyncrasies, but I had hope that she wouldn’t end up in a home for mentally deranged angels anytime soon.
God knew how much the powers that be would put up with her indiscretions if she became enough of a threat to humanity or the balance of light versus dark. Seriously though, God was the only one who knew.
It was a love-hate relationship with staying in Rook’s Loft of Love, as he so adoringly labeled it. The open floor plan of the apartment at least allowed the four of us to have space, but the square footage was sorely lacking.
I wasn’t totally head over heels with the idea of staying here, but for Kin’s sanity, it was the right thing to do. Keeping her in the home that had been ground zero for a series of personal attacks was not only less than desirable, but it was downright unacceptable.
As Rook had informed us, Nicodemus was still kicking, and our girl was at the top of his most wanted list. Other than him just being a sick fuck, we weren’t sure what his long game was, if he had one. At this point, I didn’t put it past him to be a long-lost relative of a chaos spirit, thriving on pandemonium and instilling delirium in his victims.
Given our last-minute decision to take up residence in the modest apartment several days ago, we were all left scrambling to stock it up with more than some jars of peanut butter and bottles of black nail polish.
Earlier this week, Atlas had retrieved Kinley’s laptop so she could continue digging into the trends she was seeing across the various Hell portals. Rook had taken that opportunity toaccompany him in order to gather her clothes, bringing them back here.
My contribution? Providing back and wing massages. Each touch of her feathers seemed to directly result in reminding her she was safe here with us.
Kin would never admit it, but I believed that she had to know she needed us. Not just to keep her satisfied and filled with all the happiness, but she needed us here to be the triple threat to her mental state whenever it was on the fringe.
Sharing her with Atlas and Rook hadn’t been on my radar a few months ago, but the decision had come easily, knowing how each of us had something unique to offer her.
Atlas had a sole focus, and that was to do his divine duty by keeping her safe. The objective of his mission almost seemed laughable, given how cunning Kin could be. However, as needed, he was able to provide a sense of stability and community that came with his ability to appeal to a part of her humanity.
Rook, on the other hand, had a way of alluring the fun-loving and slightly off-color parts of her. I suppose after all her years of working for Lucifer and overseeing his demon army here on Earth, I could see the draw.
My responsibility was being the voice of reason with a bit of brute force. Technically, I had no obligation to watch over her as an archangel; that was below my station. But a piece of me knew I was always supposed to keep an eye out for her. I just wished that I could do more than hide out in this shitty apartment with everybody.
So, I did what I could. That meant digging for information while also putting my metallurgy skills to use. I created a safety net to help us catch her the next time she falls.
I forged a small ring. Since this was Kinley I was making it for, I had to give it a little more than just some polish—it neededsparkle. Thus, I turned it into a half-eternity band by adding a single row of red jewels that shone brighter than diamonds.
It was more than just a pretty accessory to add to her collection; it was a failsafe.
The ring was one of two that I had created for this specific purpose. I made myself one as well, without all the flashy stones. If Kin managed to get her hands bloodied, upon contact with even the smallest trace of blood, her ring would activate a link with mine, alerting me of the situation. It wasn’t a perfect stopgap, but something was better than nothing until we could find a more effective alternative.
Sure, it sounded a little fucked that we were trying to ground her with three cocks and a piece of jewelry. But sometimes, to handle crazy, you need to go a little insane yourself.
Presently lying on the overly firm leather sofa, I found myself wondering just how much eighties memorabilia one trickster demon could fill this tiny space with. On the ceiling above me was a poster of the Goblin King from the movie Labyrinth, lounging on his circular throne. Knowing what I did about Rook, I would bet half my feathers on him knowing every dance move and having every song lyric memorized.
Disrupting my thoughts and the beginnings of annoyingly catchy songs in my head, the bathroom door swung open. It prompted me to sit up, swinging my legs to the side as I put my feet on the floor.
Kinley stepped out of the bathroom looking more pulled together than we had seen her in days. A lopsided grin pulled at the corner of one side of my mouth.
Without hesitation, I stood and walked over to her with a profound need to touch her in any way she’d allow. Opting to behave myself, I dragged my hands down the side of her ribs until both hands rested on the swell of her hips.
“You look ready to take on the world, Kin.” I smirked at the irony of my playful comment.
