He cleared his throat so he could speak loudly enough for them to hear. “Brax. Dante. Come here.” There was a slight squeak in his voice when he first started speaking, but he soon conquered it and just appreciated the view as they waited for the other two demons to join them.
Chapter Ten
Abbey trembled slightly as nerves temporarily threatened to overwhelm her. She wasn’t afraid of any of the three of them, but she was a little scared by what was to come. Instinctively, she was sure she’d never had sex before, even though she understood the mechanics involved—at least with one man and one woman. How would it work with three men and her?
She swallowed audibly. “Have you all done this before?”
“Do you mean together or alone?” asked Dante with a wink.
“Uh…both?”
“Yes, we’ve shared before and also had brief flings alone,” said Brax without apology. She must have looked shocked, because he grinned. “We’re demons, sugar. We don’t get so hung up on the morality of a situation like angels and some humans do. If it feels good and doesn’t hurt anyone involved, why resist?”
“Oh.” She looked at the three of them before shyly dropping her head. “I’m pretty sure I haven’t…”
“We aren’t surprised,” said Brax in a gentle voice. “Angels don’t have sex for reproduction. From what we understand, the population is carefully controlled, and when Iramiel or whoever’s in charge these days decides to add to the population, it’s done by melding pieces of sol to create a new being.”
That sounded vaguely familiar. She nodded as Mal moved closer, putting his arms around her to hold her against him. She leaned back and closed her eyes, moaning softly when he bent his head to nibble her neck.
Her eyes snapped open again when a hand grasped her left breast. She looked at Dante, identifying him as the source, before her gaze moved to Brax. She frowned. “Are you joining us?” When he nodded and stepped forward, her stomach lurched with a peculiar mix of fear and excitement.
Brax angled his body enough to take possession of her lips in a deep kiss. His mouth conformed to hers, and she eagerly parted her lips to allow him entry. Mal continued to nibble on her neck while clasping her hips, and her eyes widened when he eased her back so that her buttocks cradled the large bulge of his cock.
She whimpered, wondering how that would ever fit inside her.
“Easy, honey,” whispered Mal. “You don’t have to be afraid of us, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
She nodded her understanding, which temporarily broke the kiss with Brax. Dante was prepared and moved in to take possession of her mouth. She parted her lips and stroked his tongue with her own, gasping at the sensations rippling through her as her lids drifted shut. Abby was sure she could close her eyes and immediately know who was kissing her just by how different each demon made her feel.
“Part your legs, sugar,” said Brax.
She opened her eyelids long enough to glance down to see Brax kneeling on the floor. She spread her legs as he’d directed, gasping into Dante’s mouth when he parted her thighs wider, lifting one of her legs and holding it upright seemingly with no effort. She could infer what he was about to do, but just the lightest brush of his breath against her mound was more exquisite than she’d expected.
Her knees gave way when his tongue slowly stroked her depths, kissing her in a similar way to how he’d done on her mouth. Everywhere he touched seemed to sizzle with awareness, and she’d never experienced anything like it. She groaned when he sucked on a particularly sensitive part for which she had no name. She was certain however she’d learned about sex, it hadn’t included intricate lessons.
“How’s that clit?” asked Mal, as though he’d read her thoughts and learned she didn’t know the name.
Brax’s reply was indecipherable, because he refused to lift his mouth from her slit. She pressed against him, allowing Mal to mostly hold her up, along with Brax’s hand supporting her leg. Dante was still kissing her, but his mouth wandered from her mouth to move downward. He went with agonizing slowness as his tongue swept from her chin and down her neck. He paused to nibble the opposite side where Mal was so busy licking and biting her skin.
She moaned, tossing her head back hard enough to collide with Mal’s shoulder. It didn’t hurt, and it didn’t do anything to clear the haze of arousal suffusing her. Mal arched against her buttocks, rubbing his cock against her crease and making her moan. She was still apprehensive, but it felt good.
Dante’s mouth reached her nipple then, and he started to lick in tiny pulses that matched the rhythm Brax’s mouth had found on her clit. She whimpered as they ravaged her in the best way possible, crying out and stiffening at the sudden onslaught of an orgasm that washed over her. She completely lost the ability to stand, and one of them must have realized that, because she was in a sturdy pair of arms seconds later.
She was aware enough to realize it was Mal who’d carried her to the bed, and she stared up at him with a smile before turning to look at Dante as he approached. He was naked, and she admired his lithe, muscular form. It literally made her mouth water, and she wondered what was wrong with angels that they’d eliminated this visceral connection between lovers.
Brax approached from the other side of the bed to lie beside her, and she smiled at him before looking at Mal. He spent a moment removing his clothes, and she enjoyed the show. He was big everywhere, and that was daunting.
“Make room,” said Mal with a chuckle as he joined them on the bed.
At Dante’s urging, she rolled onto her side so he could snuggle behind her. His cock jutted forward, pressing against her tender rosette, and she tensed.
“Relax, darlin’. I won’t hurt you. I can use a little of my healing ability to make sure there’s not an ounce of pain or injury.” He kissed her shoulder before his voice dropped a notch. “Just incredible pleasure. Okay?”
She nodded her agreement before catching Brax’s gaze. He was staring at her with his deep brown eyes, and they were awash with tenderness. His lips curved upward in a sweet way, and her mouth responded in kind.
Abby realized Mal still hadn’t joined them, so she looked away to find him. He’d moved to the head of the bed and climbed in as she watched. He was lying near her, and he gently lifted her head to rest it on his flat stomach. His cock loomed large in front of her, and her mouth dampened. She licked her lips, and he groaned.
“Abby…” He trailed off with a grunt and jutted his hips forward.
After Brax had used his mouth on her, Abby was certain she knew what Mal wanted from her. It was a little intimidating, but she wanted to please him as much as he’d pleased her. Distantly, she remembered it was necessary to be joined with all them to heal her sol, but the reason they’d begun this didn’t seem so important right now.
With a deep breath, she opened her mouth as he cradled the root of his shaft and brushed it against her lips. The tip slipped inside, coated with his salty musk, and it wasn’t unpleasant at all. She licked tentatively, making him grunt and arch forward again.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me with that sweet mouth,” said Mal with obvious effort.
She froze and jerked back, horrified. “I’m sorry.”
Mal surprised her by laughing. “It’s just an expression to tell you how good it felt, honey. I’m not actually going to die from the pleasure. Probably.” He winked at her.
Bolstered by his words, she wrapped her mouth around his shaft again, taking him inside her mouth. He fed it to her an inch at a time, pausing when he reached the back of her throat. The fingers he’d wrapped around the root touched her lips, and she was satisfied he was fully engulfed even if he didn’t fit completely in her mouth.
Brax distracted her then by pinching one of her nipples with a little force that made her yelp while simultaneously squeal with pleasure. His smile remained tender and concerned, and she felt no fear from the slight roughness. “I’m aching to be inside you,�
� he said in a hoarse tone.
Was he asking permission? She thought she’d already given it, but she nodded her assent. He lifted her leg and adjusted his position to match hers. Her eyes widened with a hint of fear and wonder when the tip of his shaft sought out her entrance. He held still for a moment as he waited for her to adjust.
She jumped slightly when Dante’s fingers plunged into her pucker. If she’d known he was about to, she would have tensed, but she was completely relaxed, and there was no pain. She felt a soothing warmth suffuse her, emanating from where he touched her, and assumed he was using his power to ensure she felt only pleasure.
“So tight,” he whispered in a strained tone as he gently stretched his fingers apart inside her.
“Same here,” said Brax as he eased inside her another inch.
Abby tensed for a second, almost paralyzed by a flash of fear that faded as Brax continued to enter her without any discomfort. She looked up at Mal, who’d grasped a handful of her hair, realizing she’d been neglecting him.
“Just snug your cheeks around me, and I’ll do the rest.” He winked at her as he eased just past the back of her throat.
It felt like too much for an instant, but she struggled to relax, and her throat adapted to his shaft. She kept her cheeks tight around him as he rocked in and out of her mouth, closing her eyes as Brax surged inside her to the hilt.
He started to thrust in and out of her, leaving her feeling pleasantly overstretched with Dante’s fingers in her backside. She murmured a sound of protest around Mal’s cock when Dante withdrew, but she realized he was only replacing his digits with his shaft. His erection pressed against her rosette, gentle but insistent that she allow him in. She relaxed despite her apprehension, and he was soon inside her.
Abby whimpered as the three of them filled her. She was too lost in sensation to be an active participant thinking about what she was doing. She surrendered to their mastery of her body, letting loose of all inhibitions and fear as the three of them took her to new heights of pleasure. When Mal’s shaft tightened in her mouth, she instinctively knew he was about to come.
Brax’s cock stiffened inside her core, and he grunted as he surged deeply inside her. Dante matched his motions in her pucker, and she was filled by both of them. Another climax swept over her, and it seemed to be what they’d been waiting for. As she tensed and shook under the force of it, the three of them came inside her simultaneously. She heard Brax say something in Latin but was incapable of tracking the words, let alone interpreting their meaning.
Bright red light filled the room, and it was eye-searing, yet strangely familiar. She managed to fight against the compulsion to close her eyes and saw the light came from the three men joined with her. As she watched, their lights dimmed slightly before her chest started to glow. Heat rushed through her, but it didn’t burn. It was soothing. Gentle. Like a soft caress.
Abby opened her mouth as Mal pulled back, letting out a keening cry when light engulfed her, emitting from her own chest. It encompassed the room, and it started to hurt. For a moment, she was sure she couldn’t bear the agony. She pushed against them, eager to escape, and Brax assisted her by helping her stand as he and Dante disengaged from her body.
The pain centered in her upper back, and she cried out as darts of agony assaulted her in the region. With a cracking sound and a sharp cry of anguish, her wings suddenly burst forth, completely regenerated. It was the most vivid pain she’d ever experienced, even worse than falling through the portal to Earth with damaged sol that couldn’t protect her from the effects of interdimensional travel.
As she collapsed to the floor, the three of them knelt beside her. She opened her eyes after a long moment as the pain slowly receded. The first gaze she met was Mal’s, and she was moved by the fear and concern she saw in his eyes. He might not want anything more than physical, or to help her, but he obviously cared.
She turned to look at Brax, who seemed equally concerned, but not as on edge. His crooked smile warmed her heart as he asked, “How are you, sugar?”
Abby licked her lips before glancing over his shoulder to Dante, who seemed mildly freaked out. He was the most afraid, and she doubted he’d ever seen anything like it. Neither had she, save for the one time she’d witnessed the creation of an angel. It had been a solemn and sacred event, and all in Caelum had been allowed to attend. There had been the same flash of light, though white instead of red, and sharp cries of agony as the angel was “born.”
“I remember everything,” she said as the implications of that memory made her realize everything had returned.
“Thank goodness. Who wants to kill you, darlin’?” asked Dante.
“Iramiel,” she said with a heavy sigh. “The ruler of Caelum.”
Brax frowned. “When you make enemies, you do it well.”
She managed a small smile at that. “I suppose, though I never set out to make enemies. I saw something I wasn’t meant to.”
“What?” asked Mal, who shifted to sit behind her, urging her to lean back to accept the support of his arms.
She did so. “I was apprenticing with Emiel. He was a minor angel, but he spent time between Caelum and Earth. I sometimes went with him, and I think that’s where I learned a lot about the human world. I remember watching it sometimes as well, since Iramiel likes to watch everything.” She grimaced, recalling the utter lack of privacy in Caelum.
“What did you see?” asked Dante, sounding a little impatient.
“Emiel was called to him for reprimand for failing to confront a squad of demons when he and his warriors were on Earth. Emiel reminded him Earth is neutral territory and continued to argue with Iramiel’s insistence he’d been derelict in his duty. Iramiel grew enraged and ran Emiel through with his sword.” She shuddered, remembering that fateful moment. She’d accompanied Emiel and had been an ignored presence in the corner, but when she’d gasped, that had reminded Iramiel she was there.
He’d come after her, of course. His sword had plunged through her chest, damaging her sol, but she’d managed to escape before he could finish kill her. Abby had run, realizing she was heading for the portal. She didn’t have her sol to protect her but staying would be certain death. She recalled the terror of standing on the precipice before making herself jump as he’d reached her.
“Abby?” Brax sounded worried. “Are you okay?”
She blinked and nodded, slowly pushing aside the memories. “Yeah, I think so. I was just recalling how I ran from him and jumped into the portal with damaged sol, since it was the better option of two horrible choices. He wants me dead because I saw what he did, and he knows Destriel would end him if he found out. He would never tolerate an angel killing one of his own kind.”
“Who’s Destriel?” Dante took her hand, as though he couldn’t stand not to be touching her.
“The former leader of Caelum before Iramiel,” said Mal.
Abby turned to look at him as she nodded. “Yes, though he’s not officially the former anything. He’s on sabbatical. There are sketchy rumors. Some claim Iramiel murdered him to take his spot, and others say he was too mentally scarred from the ravages of war to continue to hold his rightful place. There are other rumors too, because no one knows why we haven’t seen him in five decades. I believe he’s still alive though.”
“You sound certain,” said Brax with a hint of doubt in his tone.
She nodded. “Emiel let it slip once that he’d seen Iramiel meeting with Destriel. He didn’t say anything else and quickly went silent, but he had no reason to lie. In fact, he looked alarmed that he’d revealed that. And Iramiel still seems intimidated by Destriel, present or not. Him killing Emiel would cause strife among the angels, but only Destriel is powerful enough to smite Iramiel.”
“What about several angels working against him?” asked Dante.
She shrugged. “Perhaps, but Iramiel rules with an iron fist. I’m only one hundred and four, so I barely remember the fifty years or so before he took over,
ostensibly temporarily, but it was a more peaceful existence. Everything is so regimented and controlled now, and Iramiel wants unfailing obedience.” Abby shuddered as she realized the magnitude of her problem. Caelum’s second-most powerful angel warrior wanted her dead, and he commanded the entire army of angels. Any of them would happily kill her on his orders without bothering to ask why.
“We’re going to find a way to get you out of this and keep you safe in the meantime,” said Brax with intensity. He stared into her eyes, and his revealed nothing but determination and sincerity. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”
She wanted to admonish him not to make promises he couldn’t keep, but he was clearly intent on keeping his vow. That didn’t mean he’d be able to, and she knew they were up against steep odds. Her demon lovers were roughly equal in power to angels, but they were outnumbered, and the idea of putting them at risk made her stomach churn. She could feel each of them inside her now that they’d shared pieces of their sol with her. She wondered if it was the same for them.
She doubted it could be different, but maybe the giver didn’t experience such a deep bond. She cast a glance to Mal over her shoulder, worried he was feeling upset by any connection, since it was unwanted on his side. She wanted to ask, but she wasn’t brave enough to do so. She didn’t want to hear his denial of the connection, or worse, his repudiation of it.
“Do you need more healing?” asked Dante in a hopeful voice. He seemed to be trying to distract her.
Abby considered it for a moment before nodding and allowing them to do just that. They spent most of the night making love, and they had all been inside her in multiple ways by the time she woke up the next morning tangled with them on one of the queen beds in the hotel room. Each time they’d joined, it seemed like the bond strengthened, though there were no more lightshows, and none of the demons had muttered the words to infuse their sol with hers. She was healed on that level, and she had no soreness despite how she’d spent the night, likely thanks to Dante’s power.
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