Hell's Rejects (Hell on Earth Book 2)

by AJ Mullican

  Oren and Finn put down our beers and gas station bags next to the pizzas, and they waste no time in stripping off their shirts. Between Kalen’s raging hard-on and the other two baring their lean chest muscles, my panties are fucking soaked, and I reach down inside my jeans to rub my crotch as I watch the show they put on.

  Kalen climbs on the bed with me, and I whine when he takes my hand and threads his fingers through mine, raising it away from my nether regions and up over my head. “No, no, my love. The pleasure tonight is all mine.” The way he says it, with a lusty gravel to his voice, sends a chill down my spine. “But worry not; I will ensure you meet a worthy end as well.”

  He undoes my fly with deft fingers and slips his hand beneath the denim. At first he just rubs my clit through my panties, and I grind my hips against him, whimpering, on the verge of begging him to quit toying with me. Sliding between my spread legs, he kisses his way up my stomach, chest, and neck, sparking an ever-growing heat in my groin. When he licks my earlobe, tugging on the silver earring with his teeth, I moan and turn my head to catch his mouth with mine.

  Finding pure silver body jewelry after the guys’ fae attributes returned was tricky, but it allows them to touch me anywhere on my body without burning themselves on the trace amounts of iron in the usual steel pieces. Good thing I did find some, because his tongue would be on fire from my three tongue studs right now if I didn’t, not to mention the ring in my lip.

  “Molli…” Kalen murmurs my name against my lips, and his probing fingers leave their home between my legs to push my shirt up and over my boobs. He traces the outline of the dragon tattoo on my ribs with a light touch. “I will devour your delectable breasts, then your sopping cunt, then, when you have screamed until you can scream no more, you will swallow my entire length and every last drop of my seed.”

  Ooh, he’s getting dirty. I dig it.

  “What about Oren and Finn?” I ask, breathless as he starts suckling on my tit. “Can’t leave them hanging.”

  He lifts his head long enough to give me a devious look, opal eyes glinting, then goes back to his ministrations.

  I writhe and moan as he nibbles and sucks on the piercing in my nipple, and by the time he kisses back down to my waist, Finn has climbed up on the bed, buck-ass naked, to straddle my face.

  One cool thing about the fae is their “tattoos,” intricate knotwork designs that grow on them like stunning birthmarks. Finn’s got a birthmark winding around his throbbing dick, and I lick along the lines of the knotwork in long, slow strokes.

  This brings a moan deep in his throat, and he fists the base to pump it as I take him into my mouth. He buries his other hand in my hair, and as I suck and lick he gives slow, even thrusts into my mouth, taking care not to choke me on his python. He locks eyes with me, opal to brown, as he slowly grinds into my face.

  “Your lips around my cock spark a fire to rival Kalen’s magic, my goddess.”

  My free hand flails, trying to find purchase, something to grab onto. Oren provides this by guiding my searching fingers to his dick. I wrap my hand around it and stroke his length as his two brothers-in-arms each work me in their own amazing ways. My eyes roll back in my head, and I moan against Finn’s dick.

  Kalen lets go of my hand and pulls my pants and underwear down and off, and he dives into my muff with all the zest of a man who’s been starved for weeks. The suction of his mouth on my clit, combined with his probing tongue and fingers, is enough to send me over the edge, and I scream into Finn’s humping cock as my orgasm builds. His grip on my hair grows tighter, sending lightning bolts down my spine.

  I fucking love it when he pulls my hair.

  Hot, sweet cum spills into my mouth as Finn comes with a shout, and I swallow hard and fast. “Drink it up, my love. Drink every. Last. Drop.” Finn punctuates his words with sharp pumps of his hips, his balls tapping my chin softly with each thrust.

  Kalen unzips his pants and spears me in one powerful thrust, and my hips come up off the bed as I gasp and struggle not to choke on those last drops of Finn’s seed. Kalen reaches around Finn to stroke my cheek, and as Finn and Oren exchange places, I work my jaw to get ready for my third lover to take his turn. Instead of having me suck him, though, he scoots back until his massive rod rests between my breasts, pressing my boobs together between his strong hands to create a channel for him to fuck.

  “By the Gods, I love having my dick between your luscious breasts.” Oren licks his lips and tweaks my nipples, sparking a shiver.

  Before I can recover from that stimulation Kalen shifts, lifting my legs over his shoulders and adjusting his stance, and the change in position draws a moan from me as Oren slides forward against my chest. The next thing I know, Finn presses one finger inside my ass, then another, gently stretching my walls before he slides his spit-slick dick in, driving himself home with furious thrusts. I mewl and scream and hump as they double-team me, sending all my inner nerve endings into overload, and Oren’s grunts and groans as he plays with my nipple rings while fucking my tits just turn me on even more. My entire body is on fire, and I arch my back into Oren, putting my hands on top of his to press my breasts even closer together, creating a friction that, by the sounds he makes, drives him wild.

  They all pump harder and faster, stroking my clenching inner walls and my sex-sensitive breasts, and I cream in a wide spray as I come in back-to-back explosions. My screams bring Oren to the brink, and he shoots a load all over my chest.

  Kalen and Finn come right in sync with him, and I spasm through the intense pounding they give as they climax, twin streams of hot fae jizz bursting into me. I pant and gasp and wheeze through another change in lineup, and Kalen kneels next to my head.

  “Ready, my sweet?”

  I turn my head and guide his rock-hard dick into my mouth, tasting myself as Oren tickles my clit, teasing me with his cock but not entering—yet. Instead, he slides his length along my wet slit, drenching himself in my cum before slipping in and filling me to the brim. Still slick from the pounding he gave my ass, Finn inches in alongside Oren, and with twin pistons firing on alternating cylinders inside, I burst into another screaming, humping, creaming orgasm. Kalen roars with his release, and his sweet, sweet cum overflows, running down my chin as I struggle to take it all in.

  Once they all climb off me to give me room to breathe, my stomach rumbles again, announcing its ravenous hunger. I giggle, wipe my chin, and strip my clothes so I can shower.

  “Okay, I gotta clean up, then it’s pizza time!”

  We eat in silence, starting with pizza and beer, then Skittles for dessert. We have fun trying to snatch a Skittle from between one another’s teeth without accidentally swallowing and choking on it, a game that leads to more making out, and I win the game so many times I have to put a stop to it before I get sick from the sugary sweets.

  Accustomed to eating their own saccharine berries in Faerie most of their lives, my guys have no troubles finishing the open bags of candy, though they save the extras for the next day.

  With the fun and games at an end, I crawl under the covers and surround myself with my fae. “Guys, be careful on this mission we’ve got. I couldn’t bear it if the same thing that happened to Geiger happens to one of you.”

  Snuggled against my breast, Kalen rubs my stomach. “I would never abandon you to Death, Molli.”

  I wind my fingers through his thick red hair. “You may not get to choose.”

  “Then I would fight Death for the honor of staying by your side.”

  The thought brings a chuckle to my lips, even though I know he’s serious. I just picture a Bill and Ted situation when he says that.

  Propped up behind me, Oren braids my dark hair with idle hands. “We will take care. For you.”

  Finn nods his agreement at my shoulder and kisses the soft skin there. “Worry not, Molli. We will uncover the secret of the demons’ aging process, and we will find a way to undo what has been done.”

  If only we had a life-touch
ed fae. I remember when Rhiannon back in the Faerie Realm met me, she knew that Kalen, Oren, and Finn were soulbound to me without even touching me. I’m sure she’d be able to decipher the mystery behind the demonic magics in a snap. We can’t go back there, though, and we can’t bring her here, so we’ll have to make do. Hopefully Asmodeus can work out something with Queen Una when He goes back to seduce Her again.

  Where did that sexy bastard get to, anyway?

  Chapter 8

  When we wake, I turn on the news to find that the world has not, in fact, ended while we slept. Not even a single local news report of a demonic attack, or anything else out of the ordinary.

  Well, there was the one woman who claimed she gave birth to a goat, but that turned out to be a case of a bad acid trip.

  A soft knock on our door announces Callie’s arrival to tell us that they’re serving breakfast down in the lobby, and with more than a little reluctance I drag myself out of bed and get into yesterday’s clothes so I can get in line for the waffle iron, freeballing it because my panties still hang on the shower rod to dry after last night’s antics. Kalen gets dressed, too, but Oren and Finn groan and say they’ll feed themselves from our pizza leftovers when they’re ready. They expended the most energy trying to heal Geiger yesterday, so I guess I understand.

  Lena eats with Callie and one of her demons—it’s too early for me to figure out which one it is—and I take note that she brought her own coconut shavings to sprinkle on her cereal.

  Ew.

  Once I’ve gotten my waffle, I load up on syrup and butter packets and get ready to hightail it back to my room, but Lena stops me and insists that Kalen and I sit with her, Callie, and the incubus. I eyeball her coconut container with a wary eye, but she assures me she won’t spike my waffle.

  “Truce, okay? I won’t poison you with any more coconut.” She pours from the decaf decanter on the table and sighs. “Just a few more weeks of this slop. Can’t wait for caffeine.”

  I brought an energy drink from the gas station to chug with my breakfast, and I pause with the can halfway to my lips when she says this. “Sorry. I can’t function without caffeine in the morning, though. Like, I’d need Kalen’s fire-touched fae berries to get moving if I didn’t have coffee or an energy drink or something.”

  Lena leans forward, elbows on the table, and raises a questioning brow. “So how does that work? I’m interested in the properties of their berries.”

  I nod at Kalen, and he makes a fist with one hand. It glows with his red magic light, and when he opens his fingers, the red berries I remember from Faerie appear, looking just as luscious and juicy as before. Lena reaches out and snags a few, popping them in her mouth. Her eyes widen, and she gives Kalen an appreciative nod.

  “Dude,” she says when she finishes chewing, “I might have to make you my dealer. Not only are these delicious, but I’m also already more awake, and I don’t have any jitters or anything.”

  “My berries have fire magic—hence the energy boost from their consumption—Oren’s berries heal the body, and Finn’s heal the spirit,” Kalen says, then he pauses. “If, that is, the body and spirit in question are alive to be healed.” He lowers his gaze, and a heaviness falls over the table. I put my hand on Kalen’s and give it a squeeze.

  “Is that why they stayed upstairs this morning? Because they feel guilty that they couldn’t save him?”

  He shakes his head. “I do not know. It’s possible.”

  Lena’s incubus—Arman, that’s the one—nods his agreement. “For healers, the pain of losing a life can be unbearable.”

  A strange feeling comes over me when I look at Arman. The morning sunlight streaming in from the lobby windows hits him just right today, casting an almost angelic glow on him, though the halo burns a ruddy orange color. “How are you feeling about it, Arman?” I’d never thought to consider a demon’s feelings about major life events, but for some reason, I ask.

  “I am saddened. Geiger was a good man, and he would have made a good father to the pup.”

  Lena sighs. “Dude was smart as shit, man. I mean, he taught himself half of a med school education over the course of a few days, then proceeded to fake his way through running a busy obstetrics clinic at the hospital, and I swear nobody fucking caught on, right up to the moment he quit without notice.” She shakes her head and raises her decaf in the air. “To Geiger. May his kid turn out better than this fucked-up world will try to make it out to be.”

  I join her toast with my energy drink. Soon, we’ve all got our drinks in the air, despite the weird looks we get from the others in the lobby. “To Geiger.”

  After we drink in his honor, I gaze down at my half-eaten waffle and poke it with my fork. “Has anyone talked with Cherry since yesterday?”

  “She called this morning. They spent the night sitting with him, paying their respects, so they’re laying him to rest right about now.” Lena takes out her phone and swipes open the screen. “No more attacks since yesterday, but despite my warnings, the Hunters are refusing to leave their house. Cherry insists on going through her mate’s things. I think it’s just an excuse to avoid the problem at hand, though.”

  Going through Geiger’s things…?

  Oh, shit! We left that room a mess! If I’d had the presence of mind to think about it, I would have taken the time to tidy up. I think my underwear from the other night is still hanging off the canopy post.

  “Does she, uh, need any help? Maybe we should offer.” Yeah. I’ll offer to go in first, so I can get my damn panties out of there. That’s the last thing she needs to see right now.

  Lena reaches across the table and puts her hand over mine. “Nice try. We’ll get them back on task, but for now, let’s let them be. I say we give them until tomorrow at the latest to snap out of it and get back to the matter at hand.”

  Damnit. I guess I’ll owe Cherry an apology.

  When Lena sits back, I notice more trickery of the light, and I blink a few times to clear my eyes. Nope. It’s still there.

  A glimmer, a strange reflection of some sort, highlights Lena’s bulging abdomen. The way the sunlight hits her belly, two distinct rays splinter off, like the light’s bouncing off something shiny, though Lena’s black band tee has nothing sparkly on it. One ray goes to Lena’s chest, the other to Arman’s. A third, smaller ray connects the two, creating a sparkling triangle of light.

  I shake my head, blinking again, and the phenomenon disappears.

  Weird.

  “So if we’re not crashing Geiger’s funeral, what are we doing today?” Callie pushes her last bite of waffle around on her plate with a sigh.

  “I need to stop by the apartment, if that’s okay. Me and the guys are all pretty much wearing the same shit we had on the other night. We didn’t exactly get a chance to pack before we hunkered down. I had a change of underwear in my purse, but that’s not going to get me very far in life.”

  “Ooh!” Lena sits up straighter and pushes her chair back. “We can go thrifting! The shops downtown open soon.”

  Thrifting? I never pegged Lena for the thrift store type.

  “C’mon,” she says, standing and tugging on Callie’s sleeve. “Let’s go spend some money.”

  A flush heats my cheeks, and I push my plate aside. “Lena, please, I just want to grab some of my own stuff. No more shopping.”

  She blinks at me in surprise. “What red-blooded American woman doesn’t want to go shopping?”

  Callie stands on her tiptoes and whispers something in her sister’s ear, and Lena’s brows shoot up. “Well, fuck, if that’s the case, I guess we can go by your place to grab some stuff. Although,” she turns back to me, “I really don’t mind covering for you.”

  Convinced now that my face matches Kalen’s hair, I shake my head. “Home, please. I’ll give you guys directions. You can pick us up when you’re done shopping.”

  Lena shrugs. “’Kay.”

  We agree to meet back in the lobby in ten minutes, and I take Kalen
back upstairs to collect Oren and Finn. To my relief, we find them munching down on leftover pizza and Skittles. After the conversations downstairs, I had worried they’d be wallowing in self-pity for not being able to save Geiger yesterday. I jump onto the bed with them and give them each a big hug, planting kisses on their lips.

  “You guys feeling okay?” I pull back and squint against the sunlight streaming in through an opening in the curtains. More weird reflections flash in my vision, lines of light connecting the four of us, bouncing from one chest to the other. I shake my head, and once again it clears. I must be coming down with a migraine or something.

  Oren grins. “Much better with that greeting.”

  “Good. Now get dressed. Lena’s going to take us by the apartment to grab some of our clothes and stuff.”

  “We are not staying home?” Finn runs a hand through his purple hair. “While I confess that I enjoyed having the space of this king-sized bed available to us last night, I miss our bed.” He winks. “Though I suppose any bed with Molli in it is a good place to lie.”

  Oren nods his agreement, pulling me close. “Indeed. Even a much smaller bed would be comfortable so long as our love lies in it.”

  I lean into his touch with a goofy grin plastered on my face. I always feel a little better about things when we’re all together. Suddenly, being a broke-ass waitress isn’t so embarrassing. Not when I’m so rich in so many other ways.

  After packing up what little we have, we head down the elevator and stroll into the lobby, laughing and carrying on, while Lena waits with Callie and three of her incubi. As we all file through the front doors the sunlight blinds me, making the person walking in glow an angry red, and I raise my hand to deflect the glare.

  Just as I pass the stranger, I notice a fresh glint of light, different than my migraine auras of the morning, and I dodge the blade just in time to avoid being gutted. I grab their arm and twist, putting them in a lock that would have most people screaming. Instead, the woman growls and tries to break the lock, but she’s possessed and not used to controlling a human body.