Love.
I’ve felt it enough times now that I’ve come to recognize it, and it gives me a stronger burst of energy than any desire could. They love me, and I can’t deny my feelings for them any longer either.
With a mischievous grin, I remove my prison inmate shirt. It’s not the sexiest thing in the world, but I’m not wearing a bra underneath it, so I immediately have their attention. “I have a great need to be sated.”
“Oh, really?” Marcus asks, as he pulls off his own prison shirt. I think we’re all eager to get out of these clothes for many reasons.
“We can assist you with that problem,” Bastien says.
Callan heads into his totally ridiculous bathroom and turns on the shower, which is large enough to fit all of us if we squeeze in a little. Somehow, I don’t think that will be a problem.
I slide my ill-fitting pants and underwear to the floor and stand naked in front of them. “Strip.”
The men follow my orders, revealing hard muscle and harder cocks. I feel like I’m at a buffet, and I can’t wait to sample all of them.
“Touch yourself,” I whisper. I don’t know what’s come over me tonight, but I want to watch them.
Marcus’s eyebrows fly up as his hand grasps his dick at the base. “Like this?”
I nod. “Stroke it.”
I barely notice his grin. My gaze is stuck to his hand as it moves up and down his shaft. He squeezes the head every time he passes over it.
“Now you,” I tell the other guys.
Kassiel and Bastien follow my orders, sliding their large hands along their hard lengths, and I’m growing more wet by the second watching them touch themselves.
But Callan refuses to take orders from me, and instead picks me up in his strong arms. “I think it’s time to get you clean, dirty girl.”
He carries me against his own naked, dirty body, and then sets me down in the shower under the hot water. I sputter and glare at him as the spray hits me, but then I close my eyes and revel in the feeling of getting clean again. It’s been way too long since I had a good shower.
As the other men enter the shower, I have a feeling this is going to be my best one yet. Callan grabs some shower gel and squirts it into his hands, then slathers it on my chest, taking extra time to squeeze my breasts. I take the gel from him and rub it all over his body next, and then we’re kissing. Someone else starts massaging me from behind, stroking my back and kneading my ass while I let my hands explore Callan’s hard body, from his shoulders to his stomach, until I finally have my hands around his hard cock.
Another set of hands begins working shampoo into my hair, while someone else slides a finger between my legs and strokes my clit, and I tilt my head back and revel in how good it feels to be pampered like this. Someone’s mouth is on my neck, someone else is kissing my shoulders, and I have no idea which man is where, and I don’t care. They’re all mine, anyway.
I rinse off the soap, while they each lavish attention on me. Soon I’m clean enough, and the real fun can begin. Callan washes off his own soap, and then bends me over so my hands fall flat on the tile, and with one quick move he pushes his cock inside me from behind.
“Yes!” I cry out, my succubus side purring at finally getting what she’s been craving for so long.
While he grips my hips and pumps into me, the other men watch with eager eyes, while rubbing soap all over their bodies. It’s hot watching them get clean, and there’s so much raw lust in this shower, I’m surprised the place doesn’t combust.
Callan slips a finger inside my ass, making me moan, as he pounds into me harder. He’s not wasting any time tonight. But then he pulls out of me and hauls me back up, sharing me with the other freshly washed men. Kassiel is closest, and it’s been the longest since I’ve been with him, so I pull him toward me for a desperate kiss, pressing our slick, wet bodies together. But then he turns me toward the other guys, letting them go first, like the gentleman he is.
Marcus grabs me around the waist and lifts me up, sliding my legs around him as his cock moves into me. I grip onto his shoulders and kiss him hard while he bounces me up and down on him, sending a wave of pleasure into me as the friction hits my clit in the exact right way. Then Bastien’s behind me, his hands on my breasts while he kisses my neck. With the two of them worshipping my body, it doesn’t take long before Marcus wrings my first orgasm out of me. My first of many, I’m sure. As I tighten up around him, he thrusts into me faster, then hits me with his sexual energy as he climaxes.
We kiss for a long time, and when he breaks it off, he looks in my eyes and I feel his strong love for me. Then he passes me to Bastien, who sits down on the bench in the corner and has me straddle him. I glide down onto his cock and he fills me to the hilt, while the other men watch from around us. Kassiel is beside me, and I direct him closer, then wrap my lips around his cock. I ride Bastien, suck Kassiel, and spot Callan stroking himself out of the corner of my eye, while Marcus rinses himself off. It’s all so erotic, and so intimate too. I never thought I would find four men who not only cared for me but would be willing to share me like this too.
Bastien brings me to another orgasm just in time for him to come inside me, bucking his hips up in time to my own movements. Then he takes my chin in his hand and gives me a possessive, scorching hot kiss, before lifting me off him.
“We’re clean enough,” Callan says, as he turns off the shower.
Marcus is already out and has a towel around his waist, and he wraps me up in a big fluffy towel and begins drying me off. The other guys get out too, but Kassiel and Callan can’t be bothered to towel off. Instead, Kassiel grabs my hand and leads me to the bed. He pushes me down onto it, spreads my legs, and dives between them, using his tongue to make me moan.
“Kassiel!” I cry out. “I need you now.”
He slowly climbs up the bed, sliding his slick body along mine, the water making his hair black and messy. His hard length nudges against my entrance, and then slowly he slides home. Both of us take a moment to relish the feeling of him deep inside me before he begins to move. It feels amazing. I bury my face in his neck and moan as he fucks me deliberately, so I feel every single stroke.
But then he rolls us over, so I’m on top of him. I get a better grip with my knees and move faster. Bouncing up and down, I moan as he goes deeper, the angle perfect.
“Join us,” Kassiel says, looking to the side. I follow his gaze to see Callan watching us intently while stroking his cock.
I can only watch in awe as Callan grabs the lube and moves behind me. Are we really doing this? The two of them and me?
Callan’s fingers already prepared me earlier, and honestly, I’m so wet I’m ready for anything. He lubes us both up and then pushes me down, so my breasts are pressed against Kassiel’s chest. My Fallen lover captures my mouth in a seductive kiss, while Callan grabs my butt, pulls the cheeks wide, and slides his cock between them. I gasp as his large length fills me up from behind and I bury my face against Kassiel’s neck. With Kassiel already inside me, it seems impossible Callan can fit too, but he keeps pushing until he’s in to the hilt, and I’m squeezed tight between their bodies.
The three of us, joined as one. Angel and demon. Light and dark. Day and night. I never thought it would happen, but everything about this moment feels right. Like destiny.
The two of them look each other in the eye, and something passes between them. Kassiel begins to move under me, throwing his hips upward, bucking Callan along with us. For once, Callan lets someone else lead the show for a while, our bodies rolling together like a wave. I suck up all the potent sexual energy flowing off them, which gets stronger with every thrust.
Then they suddenly switch so Callan is controlling us, and he grips my hips and picks up the pace, pounding into me from behind. It rocks me forward onto Kassiel’s cock, and I can only gasp as they work together to bring me to the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life. I’m pretty sure I scream loud enough to wake everyone in the house. Ma
ybe the entire block. I can’t help it. Both men come at the same time, and I’m hit with so much energy it makes my body tremble. I throw my head back and just ride it out, sucking everything from the two most powerful men I’ve ever slept with.
With a sigh, I rest my head on Kassiel’s shoulder, so full of their energy I think it’s probably bursting out of my skin. Callan squeezes me tight, and then drops down beside us on the bed. I roll off Kassiel and wedge myself between the two men. Bastien and Marcus move onto the bed and somehow curl up against me too, and I stroke their hair lovingly.
“That was incredible,” I tell them when I can finally speak again. “I never imagined I could have something like this.” I sit up a little as emotions threaten to overwhelm me. “I want you all to know that I care for each of you a lot. I’ve been told my whole life that a Lilim can never have love, or have a long-term relationship, but I refuse to accept that. I do feel love, and I want to be with all of you for as long as you’ll have me.”
Marcus presses a kiss to my lips. “We’re here for you, Liv, always. And you already know I love you.”
“I do as well,” Bastien adds. “Though I’m sure you know that too.”
I laugh softly. “I have some idea.”
Kassiel runs a hand along my stomach. “I’ve lived a long time, and I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”
My heart soars, but then I turn to Callan. He reaches over and touches the sun and moon pendant hanging above my naked breasts. “I know it hasn’t always been easy between us, but I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”
It’s not a full declaration of love, but it’s a big step for Callan. I lean over and press a kiss to his lips. “Yes, I think I’ll keep you.” I snuggle up between all of them. “I think I’ll keep all of you.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Olivia
We fall into a deep sleep, all nestled together on Callan’s big bed. Even Kassiel. No insomnia plagues him tonight.
In the morning, the angels wake with the dawn, while Kassiel and I yawn and beg them to let us sleep a little longer. They oblige us and let us stay in bed, curled up together. Neither one of us can sleep though, and soon Kassiel’s giving me a sleepy fuck from behind while his fingers dance across my clit. Then the other guys come back with my coffee and see what we’re doing, and next thing I know it they’re all taking me in turns until every one of us gets off again. Me, multiple times. I’m starting to wonder if this is my new life now. If it is, I’m certainly not going to complain about it.
Eventually, we get dressed and make our way downstairs. I’m surprised to find the kitchen and living room empty. Everyone else must be sleeping in too…or not sleeping like we were. Marcus and Kassiel start cooking up some pancakes and bacon, while Bastien stares off into space, and Callan does a quick perimeter check to make sure we’re safe. I sip my coffee and relax, wondering if this is how our life could be every day if we manage to stop the Order.
A noise in the hallway makes us all turn our heads. “Bastien?” a soft voice calls out.
Bastien heads out of the kitchen as we all exchange sympathetic looks and remember that our little bubble of happiness can’t last. I hear quiet murmurs from the other room, and after a few minutes, I go peek my head in to make sure they’re okay.
“I thought you didn’t care,” Bastien is saying. “Or that you didn’t want to be my mother.”
“Oh, my son. I hate that you believed that.” Tears flow slowly down Dina’s face. “I thought about you every single day I was in that prison. Remembering your little chubby cheeks and way too intelligent eyes was the only thing that kept me sane all these years. Of course, now you’re a man. I wish I could have seen you grow up.”
My heart breaks for the two of them and I start to leave, but then Bastien waves me over. “Stay.”
I sit on the couch and hold his hand as Dina gives me a shaky smile. I feel awkward sitting here, but maybe they both need someone to be part of their reunion.
Dina reaches over and takes my other hand. “I have this young lady to thank for getting me out of there.”
“It was the least I could do. Tell Bastien everything you told me about Uriel.”
She gives a solemn nod and explains to her son how Uriel locked her up after her visions. I notice she leaves out the part about seeing me standing over a dead angel.
“I will never forgive Uriel for taking me away from you and making me miss out on your life,” Dina says, with more venom than I expect from her frail body. Then she softens again. “But at least we’re together now. For however long it lasts.”
Bastien leans over and draws her into his arms. I bet he wouldn’t have done that before I came into his life. “I’ll take care of everything, and then we’ll have the rest of our lives to catch up on what we missed. You are not going back to Penumbra. I swear it.”
More tears fall down her cheeks as she strokes his face lovingly. “My dear boy. I always knew you were destined for great things.”
Marcus pokes his head in the room. “Breakfast is ready. Can I bring you something, Dina?”
She nods. “That would be wonderful. Just a little something, please.”
“I’ll help.” I jump up and run into the kitchen to get her food, giving her a little more alone time with Bastien.
A few minutes later, I take a bottle of water and the plate of pancakes and bacon to Dina. Bastien has moved her back into the bedroom and is fussing over her, putting another blanket on the bed even though it’s not even cold. He sets up a tray on the bed, and I set the plate on it, like room service.
“Thank you, this is wonderful,” Dina says. “I haven’t been able to relax and eat in so very long.”
“If there’s anything I can do for you, please let me know,” I tell her.
Dina suddenly grabs my arm and looks deeper into my eyes. “You’re very special.”
My heart beats faster. Can she tell me something about my future? Something about her other vision?
She lets go, grabs a piece of bacon, and takes a big bite. “Mmm. I haven’t had bacon in so long.”
Okay, guess not.
“I’ll leave you to it.” I head outside, leaving Bastien to give his mom a kiss on the forehead. Dina obviously needs more time to rest and recover, and we have things we need to do too.
The mood’s changed as we sit down for breakfast together. The light, fun, romantic feeling has vanished, and now we’re remembering everything Uriel has done to us. I make sure to quickly get the other guys up to speed on Uriel’s full betrayal, and Dina’s accusation that Uriel leads the Order. Bastien’s eyes are blazing with barely controlled fury the entire time he eats. I’ve never seen him like this before.
“Are we safe here?” I ask, thinking more of Dina than myself.
“For the moment,” Callan says. “We might want to find somewhere else for Dina to stay though, for her protection.”
Bastien suddenly slams his fork down and rises to his feet. “I have to confront my father.”
“Now?” Kassiel asks.
Bastien’s eyes narrow. “Now.”
I exchange a look with Marcus, who says, “Maybe we should discuss this first. Come up with a plan.”
“I’m with Bastien.” Callan grabs his last piece bacon and stands up. “Let’s get this over with. Our headmaster has a lot to answer for.”
Bastien’s already heading out the door, but I grab his arm. “Wait! You’re acting rash for the first time in your life. Give us a second at least to tell the others to protect your mom while we’re gone.”
“On it,” Marcus says. He rushes off, while the rest of us gather our weapons, and I cloak us in invisibility. Bastien paces impatiently the entire time. I’m seriously worried about him.
When we’re ready, Bastien leads the charge, launching into flight with his silver-streaked dark gray wings.
It’s time to face the leader of the Order.
Chapter Forty-Three
Bastien
I do
n’t think I’ve ever been this furious before. I’m cold. I’m calculated. I don’t fly off the handle or act rashly. But I can’t stop the white-hot rage coursing through my veins as I fly toward Seraphim Academy. I’m certain I could single-handedly break us through Penumbra Prison’s walls with this much anger inside of me.
He betrayed me. My friends. My mother. There is nothing he can say that will explain how he locked her up for years.
He stole the Staff. He runs the Order. He lied to me my entire life.
I am livid.
As soon as we fly over the gates, we head directly for my father’s Victorian house. The others keep up with me, and Olivia keeps casting worried glances at me, but I ignore them. This is something I must do.
I’m ready to bust through the house, throw my father against the wall, and demand answers, but the front door opens before we even touch down.
“I’ve been expecting you.” Uriel holds the door open and steps back. “Come in.”
I stand in the doorway and try not to snarl as my breath comes out in heaving gasps. “How could you?”
He looks at me with a certain heaviness in his gaze. “I have my reasons. Come in. I’ll explain everything.”
As much as I want to hear his explanations, I’m so angry I don’t know if I can sit through them.
Olivia walks forward and puts her hand in mine. My anger cools considerably as soon as she touches me. Suddenly, I can think again. I can be rational. I can be calm.
Somewhat calm.
Once we’re in the foyer, my father leads us into the small, formal sitting room that we never used unless we had company over. Last year, Olivia met Lilith in here for her succubus training. I suppose I’ve been demoted to guest now. I certainly don’t plan to live here ever again.
Uriel drapes himself in one of the armchairs, like this is a casual chat. “Sit.”
None of us move. I cross my arms. “Explain.”
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