Sliding my hand between us, I begin to circle her clit with my thumb. She shudders, soft sighs leaving her lips as she begins to beg us to go faster. I thrust up into her, panting as I impale her on my cock, and her nails dig into my chest. I feel her legs begin to quiver as her core clenches, milking me and permitting me to explode. I continue to slam into her, picking up my pace as the base of my spine tingles and cum shoots out of me in jets. Her orgasm pulls Rhett over the edge, and he grabs her breasts tightly in his hands as he slams into her once more, filling her ass with ropes of his own thick cum.
They both collapse on top of me, and breathy laughs leave all our lips as our cocks begin to soften and fall from her body. Rhett moves off the bed and into the adjoining bathroom, allowing Luna to roll over to my side, her head nestled on my arm. I place kisses on the top of her head and enjoy the feel of her fingers gently caressing my chest. Rhett appears with two warm, wet rags and begins to clean her pussy and ass, tossing the second one to me to clean myself up. My heart melts as I watch him clean her, then he moves to place a kiss on her lips before putting both rags in the dirty laundry and cuddling into her other side with his arm around us both.
“I love you both,” she says softly, hiding her face in my chest. “I know it’s too soon, but I do. Thank you for giving me one of the best nights of my life.”
“I love you too, mi Luna. Tuyo para siempre,” I whisper into her hair.
“I love you too, beautiful girl. Forever and always,” Rhett says, placing a kiss onto the back of her neck. We spend the rest of the night entangled with each other until we all fall asleep.
Calluna
I wake up early to a soft knocking on my front door. I sit up and look at the two naked men asleep beside me, and I’m unable to stop the smile from crossing my lips. These two men, who fucked me into oblivion last night, have officially claimed my heart, and I feel lighter than I have felt in years. I crawl from the bed gently, so I don’t disturb the guys, and walk over to pull on some shorts and throw on a t-shirt, not bothering with a bra or panties. I grab a hair-tie from my dresser and pull my hair up as I walk to the front door, then open it slowly to see whoever has decided to wake me this early on this blissful day.
My jaw drops when I see the one man I never expected to see, standing at my door and looking down at me warily. “Lars gave me your address last night, but he told me to come over in the morning. That you were a morning person?” Landyn says uneasily, looking me over as if realizing that the statement wasn’t true.
“Lars is an asshole,” I say with a scowl, then I open the door fully and walk to my couch, allowing him to decide whether he will be staying or going. I look at him with my brows raised. “Did you at least bring coffee?”
“No, I didn’t,” he says, his brows knitted. His eyes have a haunted look as he slowly shuts the door and walks over to the couch. He sits next to me, but leaves enough space so that another person could sit between us. “I came to apologize for the way I acted.”
“Oh?” I ask, my tone snarky. I don’t feel like letting him off the hook that easily.
“Yes. I was an asshole. I am an asshole.” He sighs loudly. “But I don’t want to be an asshole to you. I meant what I said, I’m no good for you.”
“Landyn, if you came over here to rehash why you’re rejecting me as your mate, save it. I don’t need to hear it again. Just go ahead and sever the tie, then we can both go our separate ways.” Sadness tears at my chest as I say the words, but I mean them. I won’t allow him to toy with my emotions. Not when I have two men in the other room that are willing to give themselves over to me fully and another that has said he’s willing to actually fall for me.
A sob catches in my throat as I avoid his eyes. “I won’t be toyed with, Landyn. I don’t blame you for the hurt that you suffer. You’ve been through a lot, and your pain is justified. I won’t deny that I want you and that this hurts more than I ever believed possible, but if you’re unwilling to give us a chance, then just please go. I set you free of the ropes that bind you to me.”
He closes the space between us in a flash, his chestnut brown eyes locked with mine. “I can’t be without you, Callie. I know that I’m no good for you, but I’m selfish enough to say fuck it. I have a lot of shit, a lot of it, and I’m going to be a complete asshole sometimes. I’m going to drive you fucking nuts. My moods are explosive, and I sometimes hide behind my silent demeanor. I just ask that you give me another chance. I don’t deserve it, but I’m still asking for it. I promise you, Callie, that I will spend every day of the rest of my life trying to make this up to you. To be worthy of you.”
My eyes well with tears as I listen to him pour his heart out to me, his breath shaking as he begs me to forgive him. His hand moves to my cheek, wiping away a tear before pulling his lips to mine. He kisses me hard, like he needs me as much as he needs air to breathe. I sob against his lips as he pulls me onto his lap, his fingers wrapped in my hair.
“Say you’ll forgive me, Callie. Please?” he says between kisses, clutching at me like he’s afraid I’ll escape him. I pull away from him and look into those beautiful eyes that seem to be shining in fear, feeling his heart drumming in his chest below my palm.
“Yes,” I sob, pulling his lips back to mine. “I forgive you.” He lays his forehead against mine, just holding me to him. I turn so that I lie in his arms on the couch and slowly fall back asleep. His tight grasp on me never loosens.
“Well, isn’t this a sweet sight?”
The sound of voices pulls me from sleep, and I shift slightly, recognizing that I’m still on the couch. Landyn’s arms tighten around me, and I look up at him to see that he too fell asleep. Rhett stands in the doorway between my kitchen and living room, watching us on the couch with a smile on his face.
Damian walks up behind him, his eyes zeroing in on Landyn, and he frowns. “You must be Landyn.”
I sit up, stretching and yawning loudly, and feel Landyn’s hand still sitting on my side as I move. “I am,” Landyn says, his voice thick with sleep.
“Think you’ll stick around this time?” Damian asks, the frown still on his face.
“Damian,” I say stiffly, surprised to see him being so aggressive. Landyn’s body stiffens behind me, but he nods his head.
“As long as she’ll have me. I have a lot of ground to make up,” he says seriously, looking at Damian.
“I’m glad you recognize that,” Damian says as he walks up to where we’re sitting on the couch. He puts his hand out, his face looking less severe but still lacking the warmth I’m used to. “I’m Damian.”
Landyn reaches up and shakes his hand, his other hand never leaving my side. Rhett walks in behind Damian and also offers his hand, a smile on his face. “I’m Rhett. Glad to see you, dude.”
I shake my head, biting my lip and relaxing slightly.
“Have you heard from Elias at all?” Rhett asks, sitting down next to me on the couch and pulling my legs into his lap.
I frown, looking around for my phone. “No, I haven’t. I don’t even have his number.”
Damian exits the room and returns, handing me my phone and sitting on the other side of Rhett, then he places a kiss on the man’s lips. “He put it in there when we were at the park.”
I slide my thumb against the screen and move to my contacts, scanning through the names for Elias, but seeing nothing. I continue to scroll until I see a new entry named ‘Fallen Dick,’ and I smile to myself as I click the entry and type out a quick message. Almost no time passes before I have a reply.
Me: Good morning, Azrael.
Fallen Dick: Good morning, mi alma. I will be there soon.
Elias
Leaving mi alma’s apartment last night was one of the hardest things that I’ve ever had to do. Now that I’ve found her, I don’t want to be without her. Ever. Even if that means falling from grace, so that I will never be called away from her. Power angels are required to fight evil for the Makers, meaning that I could be called
away at any time, which makes settling pretty much impossible. Most power angels find no reason to settle, as most of us do not have mates. Falling isn’t something an angel aspires to do, not good ones at least. But for Calluna, I would give it all up.
The biggest thing I need to figure out is how to fall but still keep my wings, as I have become very attached to them. This has led me to search for one of the demons I would normally have been sent to kill. Our paths have crossed before, but I always spared him because I never felt he committed any truly evil acts, just that he had fallen. My biggest reason for trying to talk to him is that he found a way to keep his wings.
I walk through the dark wooded area in a forest just outside of Borneo. I can sense his presence, but for whatever reason, he has kept himself hidden. I look through the trees, trying to discern the shapes around me. Flashes of gunmetal gray feathers appear in my peripheral vision, and I decide to sit on a nearby fallen log, attempting to show that I didn’t come here for a confrontation.
“Alaric, I mean you no harm,” I say loudly, my voice echoing in the forest.
“Empty words coming from a power such as yourself.” A deep voice emits from a copse of trees to my right, and I look over in time to see a man emerge from the darkness. He’s built so broadly, his shadow seems to cast out as far as the eye can see. His large gunmetal gray wings spread out behind him and his shaggy black hair falls to cover one of his eyes, but his corded muscles are tense. “What do you want from me, Elias? I have done nothing to warrant this visit.”
“I come to you not as a power, but as an angel looking to fall,” I say, forcing as much truth into the words as possible.
He quirks a brow at me, pushing his long, black hair from his face. “Why would you want to fall?” he asks me skeptically, his muscles rippling as he steps closer to me.
“My reasons are my own. You fell, and I asked not what made you make the choice. If I wanted to kill you, I could have done it many times over, but I have always spared you. I am only here because you have kept your wings, and that is what I want.”
Alaric laughs, a cold smile crossing his lips. “Spared me.” He rolls his eyes as he continues to walk toward me, until he stands in front of me, a towering wall of a man. “A woman,” he says condescendingly.
“Excuse me?” I ask, standing in front of him menacingly, but I still have to look up to meet his eyes.
“I fell from grace for a woman. A kitsune.” He smiles, looking behind him. I follow his gaze and watch as a thin woman with long, charcoal gray hair framing her face emerges from the copse of trees. She is petite, but stands with a fierceness that shows she is one to be reckoned with. She bares her teeth at me in a ruthless smile, and my eyes widen slightly as I look back to Alaric. “Three strikes, that is all we get before we fall. Each strike shrinks our wings until, poof. They are gone.”
“But you found a way to keep yours,” I insist, looking at the large appendages in question.
“Yes. Normally the fall is a slow thing. Each strike happens one by one as we slowly lose the innate goodness that we were created with. Not many want to fall, so they struggle to repress the sins that would lead to it. When I met her, though—” He pauses as she approaches him, moving to place herself against his side. She fits there perfectly, as if she is the missing piece to his puzzle, and his large body encases her beside him. “I met Aishah and found that I no longer needed grace. I needed her with every piece of my being. Qing ren.”
She looks up at him, murmuring the words of her native language to him. The look she gives him is enough to make even my heart ache. “Qinaide.”
He bends to place a gentle kiss on her lips, then his eyes move back to me. “Commit the three strikes at once, three sins that would lead to your fall. That is how I retained my wings.”
I nod, knowing what I must do to keep mi cielo. I put my hand out, clasping Alaric’s shoulder in a show of brotherhood. “Thank you, my brother. I am glad that you found peace.”
He reaches up and clasps my shoulder in return, a knowing smile on his face. “For it is for them. They are the reason that we all would fall. Over and over again.” He looks down at his Aishah, who smiles at him like he is the light of her life. The light of a fallen angel, I think with a laugh. I nod to her in thanks and turn, moving into a run as I fly out of the forest and back to my Calluna.
I come back to Silver Springs and walk into the small apartment I have been renting during my time here. I keep very few belongings there, so packing them up takes no time at all. I am still unsure what my three consecutive sins will be, but I hope that they will come to me in time. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I look down to see a message come in.
Mi Alma: Good morning, Azrael.
I chuckle at her use of yet another angel’s name that isn’t my own, joy warming in my heart that I am lucky enough to have found her. Mi cielo, my heaven.
Me: Good morning, mi alma. I will be there soon.
I slip my phone back into my pocket and grab my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. It is abrupt, but hopefully Calluna will be okay with me moving in. Because that is exactly what I’m doing. I refuse to spend another minute without her, for she is mine for all eternity.
Flying to her apartment building takes me no time at all, and I am up to her floor in a flash, my hand positioned to knock on the door, when I hear voices inside. The voices of Rhett and Damian I recognize, but the third male is unknown to my ears, and I am unable to stop myself from bursting through the door without invitation. Calluna’s eyes widen as I enter the room, my bag dropping to the floor with a loud thump. Damian, Rhett, and the third man stand quickly at my hasty entrance, and only Damian and Rhett relax when they see who I am. The third man eyes me with his teeth clenched and his lips drawing back in a snarl.
“Who is this?” I growl, moving quickly into the man’s face. I can only assume this is Landyn, the fourth mate that rejected her, that hurt mi alma.
Calluna stands, putting a hand on my chest. “Elias, it’s okay. This is Landyn,” she says cautiously.
“Right,” I growl, my fist moving of its own accord as I slam it into the man’s face. Rhett moves in a flash, using his fox speed to snatch Calluna out of the way as Landyn retaliates. His hand partially shifts, turning into long talons that he drags across my chest as his own wings emerge from his back. A nearby lamp flies to the floor, the glass shattering as it is knocked down by the large expanse of our wings as we attack each other without care. I throw him without preamble, and his body crumples into the wall as I stand above him. “You are the one that has forsaken my mate, that crushed her beautiful soul. Cómo te atreves?”
“Elias!” Calluna yells as she pulls herself out of Rhett’s arms and gets into my face. My eyes flash in anger as I feel the first sin settle on my soul, wrath. My hand comes out and grabs her by the back of her neck, my fingers lacing in her hair as I pull her into my arms, settling her core against me.
“Te quiero. Te necesito,” I growl to her in Spanish as lust overwhelms my senses. “I want you, mi amor. I need you.” Her blue-green eyes blaze, and her breathing becomes hitched as her desire for me flickers in her eyes. The fingers on my other hand lightly graze along her cheek, moving down her neck, then moving to the collar of her shirt. In one swift motion, I rip the cloth from her body, watching as it falls to the floor. My cock hardens as I see that she is wearing nothing beneath the now destroyed article of clothing. I connect my eyes with hers, willing her to give me the permission to take her as lust pulsates through me. Her pupils dilate, and she gives a slow nod of her head as she bites her lip and I break.
My right hand clenches in her hair, pulling her head back and giving me better access to her throat, where I pepper her with rough kisses. I drag my teeth down until I reach her full breasts, and I take one of her peaks into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the nub and pulling away with it between my teeth. She hisses out, thrusting against me and making my cock twitch. I throw her onto the couch behind us and bend
down to pull her small shorts from her body, reveling in the sight of her pussy, when I realize she wore no undergarments under her clothing. I drag my tongue against her, relishing her sweet taste on my tongue as she writhes under my mouth. I draw her higher, wanting her wet and ready for me when I finally plunge into her, when I take her for the first time and fall from grace. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I suck and nibble on her greedy clit, moving to swipe my tongue at her entrance and drinking all of her essence, unwilling to waste a single drop.
Feeling her quiver, I reach down and unbutton my pants, releasing my cock. Wrapping my fingers around its thickness, I begin pumping, feeling it twitch with need in my grasp. “Te amo, mi cielo,” I growl as I pull myself up against her body, leveling myself at her core. “I love you.”
Her eyes widen at my words, and I choose that moment to plunge into her, falling into my own heaven. “I choose her,” I growl the words out, looking heavenward. “Renuncio a mi posición al lado de Dios. Y la elijo a ella.”
I renounce my position at the side of God. And I choose her.
The prideful words leave my lips as immense pain and pleasure roar through my body. Calluna screams beneath me, her pleasure echoing within the room as her core clenches at my cock. My wings spread out and feel as if they are being ripped from my body as I shout out my own release. My eyes flash black, and I throw my head back, feeling what can only be my soul cracking within me. I look down to mi alma and her eyes fill with blackness as her changeling form flashes beneath me.
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