by L. A. Boruff
Nova moaned.
“Do it, Nova,” Ryan groaned. “Suck his dick. Let us watch you.”
She opened my mouth and Michael sank into her, almost touching the back of her throat. He groaned her name then let out a soft sigh as Paul began to move again. Nova closed her eyes and sank into the sensations surrounding her. She couldn’t focus on just one particular person, nor did she even try to. They were an enigma of energy flowing back and forth between them. The term infinity popped into her mind and yes, it made sense.
Infinity.
No end.
No, begin.
They just were.
She gave over to each one of them. From the tug at her nipples to the way Ryan manipulated her clit. Add in how Michael made her take his cock almost to the back of her throat before pulling out and thrusting again. They owned her. Defiled her in the most glorious ways and she loved it.
“Fuck yes,” Ryan groaned. “So good. So tight. Gonna come.”
The air in the room changed once more. A silent edgy vibe settled over them. They were all there together. Touching and playing with one another. The sounds they made were decadent and sensual. It flowed through each of them connecting each of them to this unseen thread until they were all out of their minds with bliss. When she cut her gaze back to Lucifer, she realized it’d been because of the devil. They were all connected to him and through him, their passion grew until she thought she’d died.
Death by sex had a sweet, tantalizing ring to it.
She whimpered and met Ryan’s thrusts with her own. She chased her orgasm until everything exploded within her and she was coming. Ryan let out a harsh growl as he pumped his hips twice more before stilling. He ground his pelvis against hers and the warmth of his release filled her. Above her, Michael sighed before pulling from her mouth. He palmed his erection and leaned over her, jerking his dick until he came, coating her stomach in his release. Paul was next to find his orgasm then Adam and Chris.
She glanced over at Lucifer who wore an expression of pure gratification while holding Matthew’s head in place. Even though she couldn’t fully see what he was doing she caught a glimpse of his dick throbbing and knew the devil had cum down the throat of his horseman. The scene sent a bolt of lust through her.
“Fuck.” Ryan groaned when she tightened around him. “Whatever you’re seeing over there” —He drew her attention back to him— “keep that up and I’m fucking you again.”
She laughed softly. “Something tells me you could.”
Ryan slipped from her and cursed. “Damn straight.” He looked over to Matthew and Lucifer. “But, it’s Matthew’s turn.”
“I’m afraid Matthew wasted his load,” Lucifer said. “Our little show was too much for the big silent man.”
Nova glanced over at where Matthew knelt. There in front of him was a puddle of cum. “That’s fucking hot.”
Matthew’s gaze snapped to hers as he heaved out a breath.
She held out my hand to Matthew. “A deal is a deal, after all.”
Lucifer grinned. “Yes, it is. Matthew, go sully our beautiful light. And, if you do a good job, I’ll let you suck my dick again.”
A visible shudder of arousal pulsed through Matthew and his dick went ridged. Now she’d been positive, even if she were stuck in some weird dream, she didn’t want to be wakened.
Not yet anyway.
Probably not ever.
Chapter Ten
It should have stayed a dream.
Mid-day light flowed into the master bedroom, demanding she finally rouse from the tangle of limbs surrounding her. Lucifer—Samael lay pressed her back, surrounding her in his warmth. Strange, she never suspected the devil to be so cuddly. Yet, as she glanced over her shoulder, he appeared content and at peace.
War—Matthew lay beside him, his arm draped over the devil, so his fingers touched her arm. Pestilence—Paul lay in front of her, his leg entwined with hers while Famine—Michael slept a bit lower, almost like a puppy curled at their feet. Ryan—Death had already left the bed as well as Chris—Claec and Adam—Adamah.
The smell of fresh coffee filled her lungs as she inhaled with a stretch. Those still with her, began to stir as well. No one made any move to get out of bed. As much as she too wanted to spend the day in bed, she also remembered they had a job to do—stop whoever was breaking the seals.
Nova went to sit up when Lucifer's hand stilled her. "You can rest five more minutes with us." His hand slipped between her thighs and she gasped. "Maybe longer than five minutes."
She let out a soft sigh. The idea of sinking back into the sumptuous decadence of sex with the devil aroused her, but duty to the world took precedence at the moment, even if she didn’t like it. “I want to, but...”
He grumbled. “Later then.” He kissed the side of her neck. “Then you’re all mine for the evening.”
“What about the others?”
“They’ll have their turn. Until then, we have a job to do.” He eased out from behind her then extended his hand.
Nova took it. “Yes. I should have gone out long before now.”
“Things did take an interesting turn this morning,” Lucifer said, with a chuckle.
“I’m not complaining.” She held up her hands. “Why don’t you wake everyone, and I’ll grab a shower. The sooner we start searching, the quicker we can end this.”
He gave a curt nod. “Yes. I agree.”
Nova grabbed a change of clothes then headed for the bathroom to take a quick bath. She'd given their situation some thought, if hers and the guys' estimates were true, the person breaking the seals was closer than they realized. It could be someone at school, but who?
She dunked her head into the spray then began to scrub it with her hair soap. She’d been asking herself the same question for days. Who could be breaking the seals? Who’d know what it means and what would happen to humanity? It didn’t make any sense. To her, and what she’d seen with her father’s flock, everyone had been afraid of it. Sure, they’d quip about a president or some kind of crap being the anti-Christ.
This though...
Nova pushed her hair from her face. No matter how many times she turned it over in her mind, it didn't make a lick of sense. She thought the seals were always some metaphoric meaning for the Bible, never actual scrolls. Yet, in the past few weeks, she'd come to realize everything she thought she knew, didn't come close to what happened in reality. Nor the idea someone would deliberately bring the end of times upon humanity.
Once she was finished with her shower, and still nowhere near an answer, Nova stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go. The low murmurs of conversation drew her into the kitchen where everyone sat, waiting for her. Heat filled her cheeks. At some point, during their debauched early morning, each of the men staring at her had been inside her. Pleasure pushed away the heat of embarrassment.
Seven sets of eyes gazed at her, as she stepped over to the coffee pot and grabbed a cup. She sighed as the bitter brew snapped on her tongue and awakened her senses. When she opened her eyes, they were still looking at her. Subconsciously, she wanted to slink away and hide until they were all gone, however, that was the old Nova, and now that Eve had been awakened within her, she didn't have to hide. The woman gave Nova an extra bit of confidence.
“Good morning.” She pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks. “Do we have a plan?”
They stared at her for another moment, before their jumbled conversation began again. Matthew shrugged as he talked, while Lucifer spoke to Claec and Adamah. Nova shrugged a shoulder before joining them at the table. By their conversation alone, she figured they had nothing yet.
"So, I was thinking of looking around campus," she blurted, cutting off their conversations. "For all, we know it's a student. I mean, the majority of stuff has been happening here."
“Good point,” Lucifer said. “I have class from one until midnight. I’ll keep my eye out for anything suspicious as well.”
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��ll go with you,” Paul added. “You’ll need the extra help.”
“Me too,” Michael said.
“The rest will spend the day digging up what they can.” Lucifer stepped in front of her. “Later, you’ll come see me and report.”
The way he stared at her, curled her toes. She had a sneaky suspicion that wasn’t all he expected when she found him later on. The intent in his eyes was clear, he’d finish what he started earlier. A hot rush of anticipation filled her body. She licked her lips. “Sure, I’ll bring Michael and Paul.”
The devious gleam in his eyes when he leaned down to brush his lips over hers, left her a puddle of goo on the floor. He didn't hide the fact he craved her. She tingled from head to toe and though she tried to admonish herself for being a sex-crazed hussy, it didn't hold, if anything it turned her on even more.
“Then I will see you later tonight.” He left her side and placed the cup he’d been holding in the sink. “Do try to be careful. We don’t want to arouse any suspicion. As it stands, the person is cracking a seal almost two a week. We don’t need to up his or her timetable.”
Lucifer was right. If they found the person responsible or the person found out they were looking, the whole thing could be over before they even had a chance to save humanity. “You’re right. We’ll be careful and stay diligent.”
“That goes for all of you.” He gave all of us a pointed glare, then turned to leave.
Once he was gone, Ryan grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the others. “Don’t do anything stupid today.”
“I could say the same for you too,” she replied.
His mercury eyes swirled. “Are you sure you want to do this part? We can take care of it.”
“It’s my destiny. I can’t sit back and let you do everything, can I?” She glanced up at him. “I appreciate your worry. I know my name is on your list for some point in my life, but today is not it.”
He sighed. “So stubborn.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “It’s what I like and hate about you.”
She laughed. “Same.”
When they rejoined the group, they made their final arrangements then headed out. Because of their early morning romp between the sheets, they’d lost precious hours of search time—not that she’d change it for anything. She couldn’t think about it right then, but later, she would pull apart what happened and... Nope, she wouldn’t think about the way they touched her or how they made her feel.
“Where would you go to do something like this where no one would find you?” She said her question aloud, but also more for herself.
“I have been wondering the same thing,” Paul muttered. “Butchers are a dime a dozen, but finding the space to enact the ritual, someone would have seen something. Right?”
She nodded. “You’d think so.”
“Are there any empty dorms on campus?” Michael asked. “If we go with the idea the person is close by, of course.”
"You're a genius," Nova said. "We should find out from school."
“Or we could hack into the systems,” Paul hedged. “I might have a... Qualification for that.”
“Do I really want to know?” She quirked a brow.
“Probably not.” He laughed. “Give five minutes.”
Since the apartment wasn't far from campus, they sat on one of the first benches under a tree near the main buildings of the campus. Paul retrieved his laptop from his bag then opened it. His fingers raced over the keyboard and Nova watched along with Michael in fascination as the campus blueprint appeared on the screen.
“Tell me you won’t get into trouble for that,” she muttered taking in the layout.
“I won’t,” he said with a grin.
“Look, there.” Michael pointed to a building she’d seen on campus, but never went to. “I’ve seen that place. It’s under renovations.”
“Then we should start there,” she said, intuition telling her that’s where they needed to be.
Paul closed his computer and stuffed it into his satchel as they walked across campus. Since the incident with the water, the place had grown quiet. Most of the students had fled until the situation could be cleaned up and contained. There were still no answers as to what happened, of course, they knew what it was. Telling others though, not happening. Nova couldn't bear the thought of laying it out to everyone. Chances were they wouldn't believe her anyway or they would, and it would start a mass panic. Plus, the pesky issue of whoever started this, would catch wind of her knowing and would either break the rest of the seals or come after her.
She couldn’t have any of those situations on her hands.
As they strode through the campus, some students were huddled together talking in hushed tones. All of them wondered what was happening and who’d pull such a sick prank. Who indeed, she thought passing them. She’d been trying to work that problem out since she’d climbed out of bed. Who had nothing to lose and everything to gain from unleashing the wrath of God?
She scrubbed her forehead as they came to the building from the schematics. Scaffolding and boards were placed around the building. Some windows were covered with tarps while others, covered by boards. The doors were open as if someone had been working as well. If anyone had picked this particular building to bring about the end of the world, they ran the risk of getting caught.
Nova frowned. “It can’t be here.”
“Won’t know until we go inside.” Paul ushered her forward. “Doesn’t look like anyone has done anything for a few months.”
“Since the tornado at least,” Michael agreed.
“Lead the way,” she whispered, convinced this building couldn’t be the place.
“Since there are three floors of dorms, we should each take a hall, and check all the doors,” Paul stated. “Shout if you find anything.”
When they stepped inside, the place like Michael and Paul stated had been empty. No one worked on the broken battered walls. No one plastered the holes left behind by scraping off tile from the walls. No one had framed out the holes left behind by a demolition crew. The place was a scary skeletal remains of a building.
Nova took the stairs in a hurry to the second floor while Michael continued to the third. Room by room she went. She started on the left and went to the right. Each door had been locked. Nothing had been disturbed. Not even a whiteboard explaining when RA meetings were and who to call for maintenance. It was as if everyone in the building disappeared. A shiver of dread raced down her spine. What the heck happened in this place?
As she grabbed the handle of the door, midway down the hall, she caught a streak of light coming from one of the other rooms. Her heart began to race. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. Before she realized she’d done it, she stood in front of the door that stood partially ajar. Of all the rooms she’d checked all but this one had been locked.
It can’t be this easy, right? She pushed the thought aside and stepped inside.
Nova gasped in horror.
The smell of copper and the metallic taste of blood had her gagging. She doubled over, grabbing her stomach as she tried not to vomit in the room. She backed out of the area and sucked in deep gulps of air, trying to clear her senses. Either someone had committed several murders in that room, or she'd found the place.
Nova ran up the stairs first and grabbed Michael. She couldn’t speak yet for fear of throwing up when she revealed what she’d found. She then, with Michael in tow, went in search of Paul. When she found him as well, she took them back to the room where she’d been. Nova braced her hands on her knees to catch her breath and steel her nerves. She pointed to the space. “There.” Her voice came out as a croak while she continued to will her body into submission.
She couldn’t lose it now. Later. When she was alone, she’d allow the horrors of what she saw overtake her.
She peered inside the area once more. The walls were covered in pentagrams drawn in blood along with a goat’s head. White candles filled the area as well along with red and black ones. Th
ey were placed in a circle in the middle of the floor and wax from where they’d burn, surrounded each of them. Against the wall facing the wooded area behind them sat a twin bed, covered by cheap bedding. She scrunched up her face. Does someone live here? How?
“Look, here!” Paul said pointing to the closet. “The broken scrolls.”
“Would it be too much to hope all of the remaining ones are there too?”
Paul snorted. “One could only wish. It’s the broken ones and they’re already beginning to disintegrate.”
“Crap,” she muttered.
“I found the blood or what’s left of it,” Michael said, holding up the butcher bag. “Looks like it’s local too.”
A piece of paper on the floor near the bed caught her attention and she went to it. She snatched it up and hurried out of there. Even being in there for a second made her stomach churn with revolt. She glanced down at the page in her hand and frowned. "These are notes... Oh, God. Oh no."
She thrust the paper into Paul’s hand who snarled when he saw the name. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Him? Why him?”
She shook her head. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
They had a name now. Isaiah Marshall.
“This fucker doesn’t believe in anything the Bible says!” Michael growled. “How could he be the one breaking the seals?”
Nova nibbled on her bottom lip, trying desperately to put it all together. “Do you think it’s someone blaming him for it?”
Paul scrubbed his head. “I don’t know.”
It kind of made sense though. Someone who doesn’t believe. How do you humiliate those who believe in a higher power? How do you bring religion to its knees? “I think I figured it out.” She started away from the door. “We have to go find Lucifer. Now.”
“Are you going to tell us?” Paul prodded.
“I have to get all the pieces in order first,” she answered. “But, how do you destroy all of the religions in the world with one simple act?”
