by Zoey Woods
“Yes,” I breathed out.
Finn took advantage of my new position and bent his head to my free breast, sucking and licking. His fingers stroking my clit in circles, then pressing on the sensitive nub until I mewled with pleasure.
Both of them touching and kissing me was intoxicating. And I wanted more.
I ground myself against Finn’s hand then pushed my backside against David’s erection. In response, David yanked my head harder. Pain mixing with pleasure that turned me on more than I ever had been before.
“God, you’re so wet,” Finn growled as he slipped two fingers inside me.
“Not enough,” I panted, “More. I want more.”
As though something silently passed between Finn and David, they scooted closer to me. Both of their erections pressed up against me.
Finn hiked my leg up around his, then entered me. His cock stretched me wide and in all the right ways. When he was fully inside me, I squirmed, trying to move.
“Don’t forget me.” David fisted my hair harder and I swore I nearly came from the motion.
“Here,” Patrick said huskily, handing David something from inside the nightstand.
David rubbed lubricant up and down his shaft, but I couldn’t watch him anymore, because Finn started to move out then in again in a lazy rhythm that had me grinding my teeth.
Agonizingly slowly, David entered my ass, inch by inch.
“Oh, God!” Why had I said I wanted to do this? I’d never been with two guys before. “You’re too big.”
“Relax.” David stilled inside me, but it was only the tip but felt like a boulder.
Finn reached between us, pinching my nipple with one hand, and doing fast rubs on my clit. Patrick climbed on the bed with us, kissing me deeply until I moved of my own accord. Suddenly I needed all of them deep inside me. I pushed back more on David’s cock, Finn adjusting and sliding in and out at a quicker rhythm.
All three of these men were mine. They were taking me to new heights of pleasure, and I wanted to do the same for them.
My body shook as both David and Finn filled me as I’d never been filled before.
I broke off from Patrick’s kiss, riding a wave a pleasure that shook me to my core.
“Let me taste you,” my voice cracking.
Patrick shifted and I grasped his cock in one hand, licking the velvet tip and the pre-cum that jeweled the top. He moaned. That was all the encouragement I needed. I opened my mouth and let him glide in and out of me, sucking harder and harder.
All three men drove inside of me and I loved it. Relished in the lust and sex and power.
Patrick cradled my head as he thrust harder and deeper. Pleasure built up inside me, centering in my core. David and Finn were pumping in and out of me faster and harder, each of them striking nerve endings that shot pleasure through me. While Patrick filling and fucking my mouth was just as sensual.
I reached the edge of the climax in a rush, trembling as my orgasm rolled through me before building again.
“Fuck,” David bellowed, cuming inside my ass. He held onto my hips, thrusting one last time before sliding out.
Finn flipped me on my back, my mouth popped off Patrick. But I quickly readjusted sucking on his dick again with my head to the side while Finn pounded me over and over. Another orgasm built and my body clenched before going limp while Finn finished off inside me.
Then I could concentrate on Patrick. His cock sliding in and out of my mouth and I didn’t want him to stop. His hands grasped my head, digging his fingers into my scalp.
Finn or David, I don’t know which one, sucked on my clit. Their tongue licking and plunging and driving me insane.
My toes curled as ecstasy rippled through me as Patrick shot cum down my throat.
All four of us panted as pleasure gave way to sleepiness. I melted into the bed with them around me.
Even though I knew some days this reaper thing would be hard. Living without David, Finn, and Patrick would be much worse. I’d fallen for each of them and there was nowhere else in the Underworld I’d would rather be than right here, right now.
About the Author
Zoey Woods is an emerging author of urban fantasy and paranormal romance.
As a kid, Zoey Woods chased her two older brothers around constantly. Even joining in on their sword fights and camping. She led them on adventures of fighting dragons to being in a biker gang. But her imagination didn't stop when she grew up and now her brothers are her biggest fans.
Zoey loves horses, dogs, and writing as much as she likes goofing off with her family.
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“Devil’s spawn!” one of the newly arrived souls spats. “I went to church every Sunday, you can’t take my soul to Hell!”
I shook my head. Demon. Monster. Devil’s spawn. I’d been called much worse but I was a Fallen Angel and the Devil’s sister. “Guess warming a pew didn’t help ya, did it?”
Instead of flinching, the newcomer snarled, stumbling forward. Each time a soul came here, if they were on drugs or drunk, it took a minute to sink in that this was their fate. They’d been given free-will while alive on earth—something my father had forbidden to our kind—yet the humans threw it away.
Here, my brother and I laid down the law and each human soul had to pay for their sins here. None ever got past me to the gates and my brother and none ever escaped Hell.
The man rushed me, but I dodged his attack easily. Humans were too predictable. Angels too. Many had come to try and assassinate my brother but I was his weapon, his sword. No one entered his palace unless I allowed it.
I roundhouse kicked the man and he went sailing into a throng of demons. “Take him to level six.”
His scream vibrated through the air as the demons dragged him away. Served him right. He’d known the way to his soul’s salvation but threw it away. And the demons added to his fear using their physical appearance of pointy tails, horns, black wings and red bodies to add to his terror. Inside though, they were soft with the minds of a teenager ramped up on puberty.
Which is why my brother, Lucifer, had me. If he let the demons run this place everything would go to shit. Hell, we’d probably have humans hanging from chandlers while the demons did pissing contests on them. I was all about redemption and proving oneself but not depravity. Unless the souls had been rapists or pedophiles, then whatever the demons could cook up wouldn’t be harsh enough.
“Do you ever take a day off, Rebecca?” Jermel teased. His black wings ruffling behind him. Unlike the demons, fallen angel’s wings like mine and Lucifer’s were feathers and not leathery like demons.
“Why? Is working too hard for you?”
He shrugged, giving me a sideways grin that other angels might swoon at but only irritated me. “All work and no play makes you dull.”
“No, it sharpens my skills.” I patted my sword at my side. “Why don’t you try me?”
“Nah.” He held up his hands. “Got better things to do like seduce human women in their dreams than to guard a stupid gate.”
I bristled at his words. “Your duty is Lucifer, your king, and keeping him safe. Not partying.”
“When will you loosen up? It’s been eons since we had any real action.” Jermel saluted me then opened his wings and tore up the tunnel toward the surface.
Bastard.
Why did I care that he was off having fun? Parading the gates was necessary. A duty. My brother ensured the peace of our realm. The delicate balance between souls who needed punishment for their sins and all the demons spawned from those sins. Every time a human got drunk, a demon of alcoholism was created. Each time violence broke out more devils sprouted. The humans blamed us for their troubles and crimes but it was they who started this shit storm.
Katas would calm me down. I could relax just fine no matter what Jermel said. I rolled my shoulders back then flowed from one stance to another. Spinning on the b
all of my foot, I sent a back kick high. Jab, cross, swoop into a duck, then I came up hard with an uppercut. Sidekick, elbow, backflip.
I rolled then came at the same time as I slid my sword out of my scabbard and cut my imaginary foe. Breathing hard, I lunged, swinging high, then low. The demon magic in my blade whizzing through the air. It glowed with a bluish light. Sweat dotted across my forehead and I swiped it away with the back of my hand. I loved my job but sometimes I longed for reconciliation with my Heavenly family. Friends had chosen a side and I had picked my brother to fight alongside. He’d wanted freedom for himself, for everyone. But our father had it set that all his angelic creation would obey at all costs. Never question. Never fall in love. I’d visited earth during the last millennia and it seemed they only got worse.
Movement caught the side of my eye. What the holy Hell?
It moved too fast for a human but I’d seen something. Was it one of the imps playing tricks? Waving white feathers they’d found lying around topside?
I sheathed my blade, acting like I hadn’t seen anything. Whatever it was would think I wasn’t aware of its presence. I yawned, stretching my arms like I was done for the day. The edge of my sword hilt had a reflective top and I pushed it back to view behind me.
There! A shimmer of white wings flickered behind one of the columns lining the gate.
Using my demonic speed, I spun and zipped to the intruder. A fucking angel! He rose up with a snarl. His flaming sword coming down so fast I leaped backward to avoid being struck.
I drew my sword and blocked his attack.
“Filthy demon!” He scrunched up his face like he’d sucked the sourest lemons ever. His strikes growing wilder as I blocked each one.
Fighting came natural to me. Like breathing. It was one thing I was really good at like I was born to do this.
Still, I took my time, wearing the enemy angel out before I slammed my boot into his gut and sent him sailing. He crashed against Hell’s gate with a thunk. His eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he slouched forward. With him unconscious, his flaming sword winked out of existence. Nothing Heavenly or righteous could stay in Hell or even at the gates long. Not without constant attention and power.
“Thanks,” I said, sheathing my sword, “I needed that mini-workout.”
But this angel wasn’t vanishing along with his sword. Why the Hell not? I bit the inside of my cheek as I kicked his foot. Had the Divine sent him and therefore he was given extra protection against being thrown out of Hell?
Snatching him up by his leg, I dragged him toward my brother’s castle. Lucifer had reduced the number of guards at the gate recently—this was proof that we needed them back.
If our dad had decided Lucifer’s execution was necessary, I’d stop him no matter what it took. No one would harm my brother on my watch. But the bigger question was why now? Why after all these years had an angel jumped the barrier?
