Deciding I was desperate to risk running into one of the guys, even in my rather revealing attire, I pushed open the door. The library was dark, except for the blue light, which I assumed to be coming from the screen of the open laptop on a side table, as Alex had been working on it before Amadi had distracted him. On the sofa, Alex sat with his head tipped back and his white shirt pulled open to the waist. His eyes were closed, and he didn’t see me as I moved into the darker shadows next to one of the bookcases. Amadi knelt between his legs, and I couldn’t look away as I watched his mouth slide up and down Alex’s very hard cock. That blue light was coming from Amadi. His tattoos were glowing with a pulsing cerulean light that lit up the surrounding area. The light threw his features into sharp relief and illuminated the curved horns that protruded from the top of his head. I bit my lip, observing as Alex slid his hands over Amadi’s shoulders and behind his head, stroking through his hair until they reached his horns. Alex was moaning quietly, and I felt my panties grow damp as I watched the shine of his wet cock in Amadi’s mouth.
Fairly sure they couldn’t see me, I slid my hand into my panties, desperate to relieve the frustration Cas had begun in me the other morning. Dipping my fingers into my wetness, I began to circle my clit, mimicking the rhythm in which Amadi’s head was moving. Fighting to keep my breathing as quiet as possible, I watched as Alex gripped Amadi’s horns and pulled his head down so he could fuck his mouth hard. The sight turned me on immensely. Alex was so quiet, shy even, and yet here he was dominating Amadi, thrusting his long length deep down Amadi’s throat. I closed my eyes briefly, imagining it was my mouth that his smooth hardness was sliding into with Amadi beneath me, his mouth on my clit. My breathing quickened, and I heard Alex moan louder. My eyes flew open, and I watched as Amadi sped up, straightening his neck slightly so he could slide all of Alex’s length down his throat. My gaze travelled over Alex’s toned chest, and I froze as my eyes met his. Unable to look away, I held his stare as he fucked his boyfriend’s mouth. Two more hard thrusts and he groaned, spilling his cum into Amadi’s mouth.
I slid my hand from my pants and turned to sneak back out and finish myself off in my bedroom, but Alex’s voice stopped me. “Leaving so soon, Faith?”
I froze, then slowly turned to see Alex reclining against the back of the sofa and Amadi getting to his feet, his tongue snaking out and over his lips.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt, I was just... I couldn’t sleep, and I was looking for a stiff drink to relax me. I didn’t see…”
Alex smiled. In the light from his laptop, his teeth seemed very white. The light from Amadi’s tattoos had faded to a muted glow. “That’s the thing with most supernatural beings, Faith. We’re pretty good at seeing in the dark, and our hearing is above human abilities as well.”
Heat flooded my face as I realised Alex must have seen me as soon as I came in, and they both would have heard what I’d been doing.
Amadi moved over to me, seemingly indifferent to the fact he now had horns and glowing blue markings on his skin. He ran a hand down the side of my face. “Don’t worry, beautiful. We’re certainly not adverse to an audience.” He brought his face close to mine, his dark eyes falling to my mouth. Tilting his head to one side, he leaned into my neck and inhaled deeply. Having him this close was extremely disconcerting. I could feel my heart hammering away, and my breathing picked up as I felt his lips brush my skin. Alex’s gaze never left mine.
“Well, well, well, it seems you weren’t particularly offended by what you saw,” Amadi murmured.
Alex slowly got to his feet. “I think she was rather enjoying herself,” he remarked. He clutched my hand and lifted it, taking my index and middle finger into his mouth. I gasped as he ran his tongue over them, tasting my juices. He had seen what I was doing. I didn’t think I could have blushed any harder.
“Is that so?” Amadi whispered against my neck, trailing a finger down over my collarbone and my breast before circling my nipple which stiffened at his touch.
Alex pulled me over to the sofa, his tongue still dancing over my fingers. Unable to breathe properly or even form a coherent thought, I followed him.
“Maybe we can help you relax,” Alex offered.
Amadi sat down on the sofa and pulled me onto his lap. Tilting my chin back, he placed his mouth on mine. His lips were warm and smooth, and his tongue danced over mine, exploring my mouth. I could taste a lingering tartness from Alex’s cum, and the thought thrilled me. Nudging me around so I straddled his legs with my back against his chest, Amadi slid my tank straps down over my shoulders and tugged the cami below my breasts. He cupped my breasts in his hands, stroking them gently and brushing his thumbs over my nipples, making them rise to his caress, and then he whispered Alex’s name. I moaned as Alex knelt in front of us, fastening his mouth on my nipple as his lover massaged my breasts with his hands. Positioned where his boyfriend had been only minutes before, Alex ran his hands up my bare legs, pulling my knees wider apart. He began to kiss up the inside of my thigh, and I could barely breathe. His lips teased the edges of my panties, his tongue dipping just slightly underneath, and I squirmed, desperate to feel his mouth on my core.
Amadi broke our kiss, dropping his mouth to my neck, where his kisses grew rougher. He began to suck on my skin and graze his teeth against the column of my throat. It distracted me for a moment, so I didn’t feel Alex push my panties to the side.
“Fuck!” I moaned as he slid a long finger inside me, then a second.
Slowly thrusting them in and out, he lowered his head, and I cried out when I felt his mouth fasten on my clit, his tongue flicking it lightly in exquisite torture. The sight of Alex being pleasured by Amadi had already turned me on, and it wasn’t long before I felt my climax building inside me. I could feel how wet I was, and my hands slid down to tangle in Alex’s soft brown hair, pulling his mouth harder against me. When Amadi felt me shift against him, he pressed his cock into me, and I rubbed against it. He groaned loudly.
Alex slid his fingers out of my core and trailed his hand up my belly. Amadi grabbed it and swiped his tongue over Alex’s fingers. I wavered between feeling embarrassed as he tasted me and totally turned on. Alex’s mouth clamped down on my clit and sucked hard, and I fell apart as my climax tipped me over the edge. Amadi’s mouth sank onto mine as he captured my cry with his lips.
Alex withdrew slightly, and I thought he was done, but he pulled me to the floor and turned me over so I was on my knees, facing away from him. Realising what he was doing, I grinned up at Amadi and slid my hands up his legs to tug on his boxer shorts. His cock was already hard, and I bit my lip as I released it. He was huge. Not only slightly longer than Alex, but thick as well. My eyes flicked up to see him watching me, so I leaned forward and swept my tongue over the tip. He sighed, stroking my hair gently as I flicked my tongue up and down the underside of his impressive shaft. Behind me, I felt the warmth of Alex’s tongue sliding into me. I closed my eyes and engulfed his boyfriend’s hard cock with my mouth, enjoying Amadi’s gasp as I did so. I took him as deep as I could, using my hands to grip his base as I ran my tongue over him. Alex slid his fingers inside me again, and I moaned.
Amadi did, too, as he felt my voice vibrate his cock, and I began to hum quietly. His fingers tightened in my hair as he pulled me closer. I let him, loving the feel of his thick cock sliding down my throat. I started to move with more of a rhythm. His hips found it too, as he began to thrust gently into my mouth. Alex was obviously watching, because he slid a third finger into me. I moaned, and he began to fuck me with his fingers, faster and harder.
I felt another orgasm begin to build, and I pushed back against him, begging him wordlessly. His thumb rubbed my clit, and I held onto Amadi’s thighs as he thrust harder. I could feel Alex’s hard cock against my ass, and my eyes flew open as I panicked for a moment. Amadi was watching him, and I realised by Alex’s movements that he was using his other hand on his own cock. The thought made heat flood betw
een my legs, and I slipped slightly, grazing my teeth against Amadi’s shaft. He emitted a loud groan, so I did it again. He seemed to lose control, forcing my head forwards and shoving his length down my throat. I scraped my teeth over him once more, and I felt the saltiness of his cum spilling into my mouth. He began to pull out, but I held him still as my tongue laved his skin, licking up every drop.
Using my hair, he pulled me towards him, and his mouth closed on my nipple, sucking hard as Alex moved closer behind me. Dropping my hand from Amadi’s shoulder, I wrapped it around Alex’s cock and began to stroke him. I could tell he was close by his breathing. Amadi trailed his hand down to my pussy, and I gasped as he pushed two fingers inside me, sliding slickly against Alex’s in my channel. Feeling both of them finger fucking me was enough, and I felt the wave build. Alex brushed my hair from my neck and ran his lips over my skin before biting down hard. The jolt of pain went straight to my pussy, and I screamed as I came. A muffled moan came from Alex, his teeth still locked on my skin, as his cum spurted from his shaft. Exhausted, I collapsed forward onto Amadi’s chest, and he pulled me into his lap. I lay my head against his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat against my cheek as my own fought to slow down. Alex climbed onto the sofa next to us, and I felt him cuddle up behind me, stroking my hair. Surrounded by two pairs of strong arms, I gave up my fight against sleep and fell headlong into it, not caring about the possible consequences.
I was lying on the floor again. I could feel the smooth, cold stone against my skin, and when I opened my eyes, I could see the pew legs stretching on and on into the cathedral. Something seemed wrong this time though, and with a sick feeling, I realised it felt wrong because there was no pain. I climbed slowly to my feet, almost expecting the agony to assail me as I moved, but nothing came. The cathedral stood silent and empty as before. It was evening outside this time. There was no afternoon sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows, and the colours appeared dark and muted. A familiar rumble sounded deep in the earth below, and I recognised the rustle of dust in the shifting stonework. I faced the opposite end of the cathedral, and I could see the ornately carved, dark wooden font opposite the main doors. I took a step towards the doors, then stopped. I had the strongest urge to turn around, and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. It was not a sense that I was being watched, just a really strong compulsion to whirl around and run like hell without looking back. I took another step, and then half of another before I couldn’t fight the urge anymore, and I turned.
The cathedral was empty, but no longer silent. The rumble and groans beneath me grew louder, and the floor rocked under my feet. Without knowing why, I walked steadily towards the altar, pausing with my hand on the stalls to steady myself as a violent tremor shook the building. Dust drifted down from the vast arches, but the walls seemed as solid as ever, and I continued towards the altar. It was as bare as it was during my previous visit, with only the gleaming metal cross atop its snowy white cloth. I stepped right up to the table, searching for the small symbol at the centre. I reached out then drew my hand back again, knowing what would follow. The compulsion was too great for me to resist, and my fingertips grazed the indentation.
“Faith.” I spun around as my name was spoken in a voice I knew well.
“Cas?”
He stood at the bottom of the steps. He wasn’t naked like me, he was wearing a white suit like the one Euriel had been wearing when I first met him. “Faith,” he whispered, his eyes dropping to something behind me.
I turned, following his gaze, and breathed in sharply as I saw the blood dripping down the white cloth to the floor below. I spun back to Cas, who just stood and stared at me as the blood kept flowing. I looked around wildly, wondering why I wasn’t waking up, but consciousness did not return and the cross kept bleeding. I felt the crimson pool reach my bare feet and start to trickle down the steps towards Cas. He stared at me in horror, backing away.
“Cas! No, please! Don’t leave me!” I ran towards him, leaving bloody footprints on the pale stone floor. He moved away from me, shock and disgust on his face. I reached for him, and his black wings burst from his shoulder blades, wrapping around him to form an ebony wall.
“Cas!” I cried out, trying to pull his wings apart, but the feathers grew hard and sharp like steel knives, slicing my hands into ribbons. I screamed, and the wings drew apart, but Cas was no longer within them. A figure as black as coal stood inside their circle. It was humanoid in shape, but bore no features at all—except for eyes. Eyes of silver that burned white like magnesium.
He looked deep into my soul, and I felt like he knew every dark, twisted thought or desire I had ever had. Desires I had never admitted, even to myself. I was frozen, unable to tear my gaze away. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around my throat, and my skin crawled from his touch. Hot pain sliced down my shoulder blades, burning like my skin was on fire. I felt the hot stream of urine on my legs as my insides liquefied from fear. He raised his other hand and drew a fingertip down my throat, moving slowly between my breasts, across my belly, and down to the slit between my legs. His gaze dropped from mine, and I followed it, unable to control my own body. Where his finger had touched, my skin split and started to peel back. Blood flowed, and I felt my organs begin to slide from their positions. I snapped my head back up in shock to find his face inches from mine, those eyes boring into my skull, and the pain exploded through me. I finally closed my eyes against his silver stare and screamed and screamed.
“Faith! Faith! Wake up!”
My eyes flew open, and for a moment, I thought I was still dreaming as I stared into dark eyes inches from my own. I gasped and shrank backwards away from him. Cas’s face darkened, and he pulled back just as Sam, Alex, and Amadi rushed into the room.
“Is everything okay?” Amadi asked.
Sam flopped onto the bed next to me. “You okay, baby girl?”
I took a deep breath and nodded. “Sorry... I’m so sorry. It was just a nightmare. I didn’t mean to wake you all.”
Amadi moved forward to stand just behind Cas. “No worries, sexy. We just wanted to check that you were okay. Some of us were already awake.” He smiled.
“Maybe we should let her get back to sleep? It’s still a few hours until dawn,” Alex murmured from the doorway. “Can I get you anything, Faith? Something to help you sleep? Umm... milk, or…”
“Whisky if you have it, Alex?”
He nodded and disappeared into the shadows of the hallway.
“Is that a good idea?” Cas asked softly. My irritation spiked, and I ignored him.
Sam wrapped his arm around my shoulders as I leaned against the headboard, and he looked from his friend to me. “You often drink whisky to get to sleep, baby girl?”
I wondered if Cas had mentioned anything about my drinking when we were together. I looked up to see Cas still watching me, saying nothing. “I... sometimes... it helps knock me out, so I don’t dream.”
Sam hugged me close, and I laid my head on his shoulder, exhaustion starting to take over again. “Do you dream a lot?”
I sighed, my weariness leaving me no energy for lying. “Every damn night.”
Alex stepped through the door with a bottle of whisky three quarters full and a glass. Bless him, he’d even brought ice cubes. I reached over and took the bottle from him, ignoring the glass, and brought the neck to my lips, closing my eyes as the fiery liquid made its way down my throat.
“You ever thought of sleeping pills? Cheaper, easier, and much less likely to fuck up that gorgeous body of yours.” Sam took the glass from Alex and set it on my bedside table.
I lowered the bottle. “I’ve tried. They work for a while, but after a few weeks, they start to be less effective at keeping the dreams away, and the doctors were getting suspicious when I kept showing up for new prescriptions.”
“Didn’t you tell them what was going on?” Amadi perched on the dressing table and leaned back against Alex.
“Not a cha
nce. They’d have thrown me in the loony bin. Looks, it’s fine. I just get bad dreams is all. Whisky helps.”
Cas took my hand gently in his and stared at it as he ran his fingertips over my skin. “How long have you had them?”
“A while.” I pulled my hand away, taking another drink.
“How long?” He raised his eyes to mine, and for a moment, I thought they sparkled slightly. “When we were...?”
I nodded, and he looked down, exhaling hard.
“So the drinking... the whole time it was because you were having nightmares.” He looked back up at me, and the anger in his eyes made me recoil slightly. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? All those times we fought about how much you were drinking, when I was pestering you to go to a meeting, get help... For fuck’s sake, Faith!” He paced about the room, his face thunderous. “The whole fucking time! Faith, why the fucking hell didn’t you trust me? I could have helped you!”
I’d had enough. Damn this man and his temper tantrums! I kneeled, the covers falling from my body, and he turned to glare at me. “And what the hell would you have done? Would you have even fucking believed me? I told you I wasn’t addicted, that I didn’t have a drinking problem, but you didn’t believe me. You didn’t trust me either, so don’t go ranting your pretty martyred head off here, you hypocritical bastard!”
He stared at me, breathing hard, then turned. I thought he was going to storm out of the room, but instead he strode to the nearest wall and planted his fist into the plaster, twice.
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