Micah’s teeth grazed the line of her jugular and she lost herself in the gasp of sensation the touch induced, her head falling back to the angel’s shoulder. Sam teased her through the thick material, rubbing against her until she arched up again. He moved quickly, unbuttoning her fly and pulling off her jeans. She sat naked from the waist down, one man behind her, his fingers trailing down towards her breasts, his mouth making her skin shiver, and the other kneeling between her feet, like a supplicant before a queen.
Sam bent again, his tongue trailing a line from her hip to the very edge of her downy hair. She cried out, trying to wriggle free as he teased her, tickling her sensitive skin. But Micah’s hands pinned her arms to her side and then slipped down their length. He caught her thighs, pulling them apart for Sam, holding her open for him, her arms still trapped beneath his.
Her demon grinned, his eyes sparkling. Very slowly, his hands brushed back her pubic hair, parting it so that her vagina was revealed to him. Gently questing fingers eased her body open for him, and tenderly Sam bent to her, his breath dancing across her skin. Lily inhaled, waiting for his touch, his maddening, magnificent touch.
But before Sam’s mouth could claim her, Micah released her thighs to the demon’s grip and began some exploration of his own. His fingertips trailed down the neckline of her shirt, peeling back the material to give his lips access. He slipped the buttons free and his hands cupped her breasts through the lace of her bra, brushing his thumbs against her nipples until they hardened, the texture of the lace making them even more sensitive. They ached for him.
Sam’s tongue darted forward, swirling around the edge of her vagina, the tip tasting each fold of skin, as if drawing back the petals of an exotic flower. Her clitoris throbbed, and inside her the now familiar melting of desire seized her. His lips brushed the hood of her clit, easing it back and he sucked, hard.
Lily groaned out her need and Micah turned her face to the side so he could kiss her again, his mouth hot and demanding as he pulled her shirt down her arms, the material teasing her flesh. She leaned back against his chest as he unhooked her bra and filled his hands with the full weight of her breasts. He shifted behind her, the bed’s movement nearly throwing her off balance.
Part of her was shocked at where she found herself, afraid of the spiralling emotions, the whirl of desire and of the prospect of two men. As a fantasy it was wild and uninhibited, but as reality— She trembled at the prospect.
Sam’s tongue pressed into her depths, deep inside her, curling and unfurling. Lily’s blood surged through her body and she called out his name. His fingers bit into her skin, holding her still so he could continue his intimate caresses. The breath hitched in her throat.
Micah moved and she fell back, her upper body bouncing onto the bed, thrusting her hips at Sam’s face. Micah’s mouth closed on her right breast, the pressure of his mouth wringing another cry from her.
She stared at the ceiling, her body rippling with sensation as they licked, sucked and drew groans of pleasure from deep inside her. She couldn’t help herself. The idea of the two of them together was bad enough. Her stomach clenched with just the thought. But the reality. Oh, the reality.
Micah switched breasts, his hands still smoothing her skin, electrifying it with every touch. And Sam—oh God, Sam—Sam licked her from clitoris to perineum and back. He slipped his hands under her ass cheeks as he drove her passion higher, squeezing them, pulling them gently apart. His teasing fingers probed the edges of her anus, spreading her own juices all around the tight hole, easing gently inside, stirring her body higher and higher. A stuttering cry broke from her lips, fear and desire and blind need combined. She wanted more. So much more.
Her clitoris burned for him, for them. Lily pressed herself against Sam’s mouth, arched her chest for Micah’s. She had no idea what this was leading to, and yet it was inevitable. Micah lifted his head, and she opened her eyes, watching his assiduous expression as he watched her, waiting for her to come.
At the thought, she lost control in a blissful surge that exploded from Sam’s mouth and coursed through her body. Her back and hips started to lift but her lovers pushed her down with gently determined hands, holding her there so that the only way to express the joy, the rapture was to cry out and shudder beneath them.
Micah brushed his fingers through her hair, his touch so light, so tender that she wanted to cry. As Sam rose from his knees, she gazed up at them both, dark and light, her lovers.
“Lie still,” Sam told her. “Let us.”
And what could she do but obey? She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the sensations as the bed shifted again, rolling her body from one side to the other as Sam climbed up the length of her and stretched himself out alongside her. Two mouths closed on her, one on each breast, two sets of fingers caressed her body, stimulating her all over again until they entwined together at the delta between her legs. Madness, she told herself, but such bliss.
“This isn’t over yet, my bright one.” Micah smiled against her skin. His breath set every nerve ending sparking. He slipped one finger deep inside her, then two. Or was it just him?
Her inner muscles clenched and both of them sighed.
No, she reminded herself. This wasn’t over yet. And part of her prayed it never would be.
“Roll over,” Sam told her, “on top of him. Take him into you, Lily. Show me how you love him.”
Half dazed, she tried to lift herself. Four hands helped her, cradling her, positioning her where they wanted until she found herself astride Micah’s glorious body, the length of his cock pressing to the most intimate parts of her body. She rocked against him, unable to hide her smile.
Desire flickered across Micah’s face, his blue eyes glowing from within. He entered her, and she slid down his whole length until he filled her, stretched her. Her body pulsed around him and she tried to press closer. His hands closed on her hips, holding her still, refusing to let her take him as every instinct told her.
Sam’s fingers parted her ass cheeks, a silky smooth liquid coating them. What it was or where he got it she neither knew nor cared, but she welcomed it, relished it. He worked it around the rose of her anus, carefully probing until she opened to him. First one finger, then two, easing their way inside, stretching her. She cried out at this forbidden pleasure and all it implied, and Micah lifted her, his broad length stimulating every fibre of her being.
Sam’s body pressed against her back, his cock resting between her ass cheeks while the warmth of his skin flowed over her. His breath played against the nape of her neck, stirring the delicate hairs there. His hands closed over Micah’s, the two of them holding her, holding each other. All it took was a simple flex of her hips, forward onto Micah and back, so that Sam’s slick cock slid into her ready anus.
Lily flung back her head and cried out his name. They stilled, letting her adjust, letting her burning body absorb all they had to give until she wanted more again. So much more. Then Micah thrust and it was his name on her lips. She pulled herself up the length of Sam’s cock in a luscious slide and then thrust back to impale herself right to the root. Not pain, not as she might have thought, just raw pleasure, as close to agony and ecstasy as anyone could endure.
Sam growled, the noise cascading through her. She bent forward, taking Micah’s mouth with her own demanding lips, teeth and tongue. Sam and Micah thrust in tandem, one, then the other, filling her, branding her, making her theirs and theirs alone. Micah kissed her, his teeth grazing her lower lip, and white hot lust speared through her. She couldn’t stand it.
“Lily,” Sam gasped, his body straining. She clenched hard around him as Micah surged up between her legs again. Her angel’s eyes darkened, filled with her reflection, the hunger in her own face, and behind her shoulder, Sam’s face, Sam’s desire.
The demon pushed himself deep inside her and the bright spark of her orgasm ignited. Two men filled her, played with her, brought her body to the throes of the most exquisite bliss she had ever dr
eamed of. Sam moaned, burying his face into her shoulder and Micah gasped as her body seized him, riding him despite his best efforts to contain her. Sam’s teeth grazed her skin, his breath, his tongue washing over her and then he bit.
The world coalesced to just the three of them, and in a brilliant rush of energy and pure joy, Lily came. Her body claimed them both. Sam cried out her name, emptying himself inside her, and Micah’s orgasm brought his back up off the bed, arching like a drawn bow. Her inner walls contracted with need, with want, and he came, pumping up into her until she shuddered into stillness once again.
Lying there in a sprawl of limbs, sweat-sheened bodies entangled on the expanse of her bed, Lily breathed easily once more.
“I need you.” A body pressed against her mouth, and she was not even aware which of them it was anymore. Hands soothed her ravaged body, caressed her tortured muscles, and eased her into something resembling sated sleep. “I need you both. I always will.”
Chapter Sixteen
Sam woke to fingers trailing delicate lines across his chest, teasing the dark hair that sprinkled around his hardened nipples. Lily laughed as he stirred beneath her touch, the low chuckle she gave rumbling through his body like his own. She rocked towards him and gave a little sigh, her mouth parting as she did so.
“Yes?” Micah asked, his deep voice so gentle that it seemed to caress Sam’s ears. He was fucking her, pressed along the length of her back, making love from behind in a gently rolling rhythm. The movement set Sam’s cock stirring and Lily smiled, her eyes opening to find his.
“You’re awake,” she said. “I thought you might sleep all morning.”
Sam cupped her breasts, lifting them, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefingers. “So did you think to start without me?”
“Can’t wait forever.” Micah thrust a little harder. Lily cried out, and her features softened as her desire took hold of her. God, he could watch her for eternity, Sam thought, caught in a moment like this.
Sam edged closer so he could kiss her. As their lips met, her mouth turned demanding, drawing him into her, devouring him. He brought his hand down to her clit, finding it unerringly, brushing against the surge of Micah’s cock as he did so. They both stiffened, then gasped, and Sam smiled against Lily’s ravening mouth.
“You’re incorrigible,” she told him and wrapped her arms around him.
“My turn,” he told her.
Micah laughed as he withdrew, relinquishing her. He rolled onto his back, spent and languorous now. Sam pulled Lily astride him. She complained for a second, only as long as it took for him to slide inside her and pull her firmly down on him.
“Tell me what you want,” he asked.
She tossed back her head, lifting herself and dropping down his length again, impaling herself in an act of pure pleasure.
“I want you.”
“And what do you want to do to me?”
“I—” She glanced to one side, to Micah. Sam glanced too, couldn’t help himself. The angel was watching them with an indulgent smile on his face.
“Are you going to allow her to tell me?”
“It’s nothing to do with me, unless she needs me involved. Do you, Lily?”
She smiled and closed her inner muscles around him so hard it was Sam’s turn to gasp. “I want you like this, spread out, but, like the other night, tied to my bed. Mine. I want you to be mine.”
He flexed his hips, driving deeply inside her. Lily’s body rippled around him and he knew he’d lose it. No matter how much he wanted to make it last, no matter how much he wanted to bring her again and again, he knew he would come. She would make him.
“I am yours. I want the same.”
“You’ll let me tie you up?” She seemed surprised. Her eyes flicked to Micah again.
“Both of you,” he assured her. “And will you return the favour?”
Her hips swirled as she came, her body taking him with her. He arched up from the bed, just as he had watched Micah do last night. He couldn’t help himself. But she fell forward first, sated, exhausted.
As Lily slumped down on top of him, Micah’s mouth found hers. Sam watched them kiss, lying beneath them, unfulfilled but floating in a world of perfect peace. The angel broke away from her and reached out, his fingertips tracing the lines around Sam’s mouth, his eyes. Light blossomed between them, holy light, the contact of divine creatures. Nothing could compare to the sensation, Lily astride him, Micah’s touch. He stiffened, the pulse beginning anew, lines of pleasure arcing through him like lightening. He came with a cry of iridescent pleasure and Lily gave that same low laugh, the one which coiled around his heart and loins, binding him to her.
“I fear you’ll be the death of me, Lily,” he moaned, closing his eyes and feeling all strength ebb from his body.
“Are you planning on going back to sleep, Sammael?” Micah asked. “I’d heard so many stories, I’d expected more stamina.”
Lily slid down between them, wriggling into the narrow space. “What sort of stories?” she asked with a giggle.
“Well, let’s see,” Micah went on, “there was the Duke of Aquitaine’s second wife, and his daughter, there were a couple of queens, and at least one Empress, wasn’t there?”
“I’m not listening to you,” Sam groaned, wishing only for silence and peace, and for this closeness never to end. Though he could never admit the last part.
“Ah, but you are,” Micah teased. “How many nuns, Sammael? I never really got a definitive number.”
Growling in feigned bad humour, but inwardly smiling at them both, he rolled out of the bed, flicking the sheets carefully back over Lily’s body. “I’m making coffee,” he said. “Best damn thing humankind ever invented, coffee.”
“Just be careful you don’t meet another woman on the way to the kitchen,” Lily called after him. The two of them collapsed into gales of laughter. Sam didn’t bother to hide the grin on his face when they couldn’t see it. Stupid, to feel this much pleasure out of the bedroom, but there it was. A warm glow—friendship, amusement.
Love?
He huffed out his breath through his nostrils. “You’d have to deserve love in the first place,” he muttered to himself.
The shower started up in the en suite. Sam ran his fingers through his hair. He needed a shower too. But later. Right now, he just wanted to spend some time with Lily and Micah, enjoy this while he could, while it lasted. It was only a matter of time, he realised that, but while it lasted—
Lily’s arms slipped around his chest and she pressed her face against his back.
“Thanks,” she said.
“My pleasure.” No denying that. His body still hummed with the aftermath of the pleasure, trembled with the promise of more whenever she touched him. Like now.
A knock sounded against the front door. Lily sighed and bent her head forward against his back as she sighed.
“I’ll get it.”
“No. Let me.” The last thing he wanted was her opening the door to the killer.
“You’ve got no clothes on and I doubt that Mr. Hopkins or Cassini’s hearts would be up to the shock.” She laughed. “I had some forethought.” She stretched her arms wide and did a twirl to show off her silken robe. It covered her at least, but given the nature of the material it didn’t do much to disguise the curves beneath.
“Still,” he told her, catching her arms to hold her back as she tried to walk away. “It only takes a second to throw something on. Don’t answer. Promise me.”
“All right,” she sighed. The knock came again, a little more urgently. “But be quick.”
He was already tugging on his jeans when Micah appeared from the bathroom doorway.
“What is it?” the angel asked. He had only a towel wrapped around his waist and water glistened in his golden curls.
“Someone at the door.”
A muffled voice came from outside the apartment and Lily laughed. “It’s okay,” she called into them. “It’s only Mr. Hopk
ins.”
A spike of ice drove itself down Sam’s back. Why couldn’t she do what she was told for once in her life? Even if it was only— He stiffened. “Hopkins was here yesterday. Before the poppet. Before the attack.”
“And Hopkins has been here longer than Cassini.” Micah’s expression darkened. “He used to take care of the keys.”
“Like the key to my storage? To Lily’s? To mine?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but burst into action, speeding out into the living room, Micah close on his heels.
Lily stood at the door, totally relaxed, talking to her neighbour, apologising for all the fuss of last night. But Hopkins, old and grey, a harmless man, glowered past her. Right at them. Sam skidded to a halt. He couldn’t move, couldn’t lift his feet off the ground. Micah slammed hard into his back, almost bowling him over. Malice flooded Hopkins eyes and suddenly they glowed, like twin stars.
“Lily!” Sam yelled, a moment too late.
Hopkins’ hand lashed out, seizing her, pulling her through the door with a strength impossible for his appearance. Lily screamed, her legs kicking, hands tearing at his arm. But the old man, the grey man, wasn’t frail anymore. He moved like smoke and liquid, flowing between moments like a demon, and yet not like one at all. He glistened as he moved, his body so strong, so impossibly strong. He lifted Lily off her feet and they were gone. The door slammed behind them.
The barrier holding Sam back disintegrated and both angel and demon fell, a tangle of bodies, disentangling themselves.
Sam tore the door open and sprinted outside. There was nothing outside, no one, not even a sign. He wasn’t human. Hopkins, whatever he was, wasn’t human, demon or angel. The way he moved—
“Sam! Micah!” Lily yelled. Her voice echoed down the stairs leading to the roof, accompanied with bangs and crashes as she tried to fight back. Sam’s heart lurched. This was pain. Pain and terror such as human beings felt almost every day of their pitiful existences. Helplessness.
“Move!” Micah roared, racing past him. It was like a binding spell snapped, recoiling on him like a broken elastic band.
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