She felt a ripple over her skin, felt her orgasm building.
“Mark,” she moaned again.
He rose up on the bed and plunged his cock into her mouth. She took him deep into her mouth, the salty, sweet taste of him an addiction. Her arousal grew as she felt him hard and swelling. When he grabbed her hair into his fist and began to thrust harder and she melted at the sensation of him dominating her mouth.
She loved having all three cocks inside her.
Her orgasm came like a wave of pleasure, an explosion of her body reaching the ultimate level of pleasure. The men followed, filling her with hot cum… the evidence of their own pleasure.
She held them close, shaking and crying out around the cock in her mouth as she came. It lasted too long, wonderfully long, until she came back into her body and felt them around her.
Mark laid at her side. They stroked her flesh, and she snuggled between them.
It felt like she was… home. It felt… right in every way.
Which was exactly the instant someone knocked at her door. “Surcy,” a deep voice called. “You’re needed outside.”
“While you do that, we’re going to take a little nap,” Daniel muttered.
She pulled out from between them and whirled on him. “I was going to take a nap.”
“Well, there’s no sleep for the head angel,” Daniel said, smirking.
She punched him playfully in the shoulder. “You’re going to pay for that.”
His handsome lips curled into a smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Chapter 25
A white-winged angel with hands bound knelt outside their new home. Ranks of angels stood behind her, and one angel stood at her side, using his magic to keep her from teleporting.
When she looked closer, Surcy recognized the bound angel. She was the blonde who had helped distract Frink when she saved the kids.
“We caught this traitor,” the angel at her side said, his voice filled with anger. “The Immortals will wish her instantly thrown into the demon realm.”
Sharen met Surcy’s gaze, and she slid closer.
“This is the same woman who helped me when I rescued my demons,” Sharen whispered in a soft tone.
“She helped me save the Immortal’s kids.”
Sharen sighed. “She was also the bitch who told them I was heading to save my demons in the first place.”
“So what do we do?”
Sharen didn’t speak for a long time. “The second she’s turned over to my father, her life will become hell. I’m not sure she deserves that, but she doesn't deserve to remain an angel.”
“That doesn’t answer my question,” Surcy said, with a humorless laugh.
“Take her to the dungeons. Untie her hands. Tell her that soon she’ll have a chance to escape, and to take it. If by the time she’s caught again, if she hasn’t found a way to redeem herself, then we’ll have no choice but to condemn her to the demon realm.”
Fair enough.
Going to the angel, Surcy grabbed her arm and started toward the little dungeons they’d had built.
“So what’s my future?” The woman asked, tension in her voice.
“That’s entirely up to you.” Surcy cut the ropes from her wrists and shoved her into the prison. The angels there kept a ward up that prevented anyone from teleporting out. “When you have the chance, better get going, and find a way to make up from the wrongs of your past.”
The prison doors shut on her confused face.
Surcy turned and started back toward their home. Angels practiced in the field, some of them from the demon realm, some of them new. But it didn’t really matter.
All that mattered is that a new era had been born where the right people had been placed in each realm. Innocents were no longer being tortured, and cruel people were no longer in positions of power.
Now, when the angels fought to keep humans safe from demons, they were doing what was right. The balance had been restored. Even though there would be more battles in the future, the war had been won.
Yes, the thought of the archangel in the realm of the Soul Destroyer sometimes kept her up at night, and she worried that there were still powerful angels and demons who had remained in the wrong realm. For now, this was enough.
Entering the massive house, she moved through the halls and up the stairs. When she opened her door, her three angels were in a mass of snoring, naked flesh. She smiled.
This was her own kind of heaven. The perfect one.
~ Want to enjoy another story from this world? Rogue Demon is a short, stand-alone. It’s also very steamy, and follows a demon-hunter named Lily as she goes to hell itself to save her best friend. And even though she’s a half-demon herself, hell not only has three demon-shifters who can’t get enough of her, it has dangers she never expected.~
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Lily could sense him in the darkness. But where? Her gaze ran over the restaurant, lingering in the shadows and sliding past the spider webs and dust. The abandoned building was creepy as hell, but not more so than half the places she spent her time hunting in. Normally, she’d feel right at home.
But not with this creature refusing to show himself.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” she whispered into the darkness, trying, and failing, not to sound sarcastic.
But still, nothing stirred.
Sweat trickled down her back, and every muscle in her body was tense, ready for anything. Because for the first time in longer than she could remember, she had no idea what she was up against. I’ve never seen a creature that leaves behind a trail of dead animals—their essences sucked dry. Their eyes black and soulless.
Which meant, she hadn’t yet decided if this was a creature she needed to destroy or save. Her bleeding heart hoped for the latter.
“I’m not here to hurt you,” she said, in a sing-song voice she hoped was convincing.
I just can’t let him get a jump on me before I can figure it out what the hell I’m dealing with. But by now, she hoped she was better at her job than that…
So when the sound of gunfire broke the silence, and one blazing hot bullet after another slammed into her chest, she knew she’d fucked up. The burning metal lodged itself uncomfortably inside of her, and the smell of burnt flesh and coppery blood filled her nostrils.
Do not pass out! She commanded herself, even as the world tilted, and she hit the ground.
Her head lolled to one side, and she stared into the corner. Sensing her friend watching her with bated breath. But I won’t give the signal. Not yet.
Warm blood seeped from her wounds, creating a crimson pool beneath her. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to take deep breaths. Pain was just pain. If she didn’t focus on it, she could fight through it.
And be ready to face whatever’s gonna happen next.
A couple long seconds ticked by before a shadow separated itself from the wall of the empty restaurant.
She narrowed her eyes and forced herself to focus as the shadow became something more tangible. An angel. Or at least it had been an angel. Now, something was wrong with him. His skin was green and peeling. His wings nothing more than painful looking stubs of white upon his back. And his face, it held a lifetime of pain. An aged sorrow that took away the immortal beauty of most of his brethren and left behind something sickly.
A disgraced angel has nothing but scars. What’s a battered angel with stubs?
And why didn’t he call his soul-blade to him? Angels and demons could call their swords to them whenever needed. She’d never known an angel to use a gun. In fact, they detested the damned things.
“What are you doing here?” he hissed, interrupting her thoughts.
She pressed her hands to her bullet wounds, even though she could already feel them healing. The things still hurt like a bitch. “Looking for someone.”
His eyes focused on her, narrowing as he
leveled his gun at her chest. “Me?”
“Depends,” she drew out the word. “Are you the one killing animals around here?”
He didn’t bother to deny what they already both knew. “You made a mistake coming here.”
His words were a soft threat, and his trigger finger moved ever-so-slightly as his gaze locked onto her chest. He planned to end things now. To rid himself of her.
Internally, she smirked. Sorry, pal, this isn’t over yet.
“I’ve never known an angel to kill animals before. Some new agenda by your idiot boss, Caine?”
Every muscle in his face tightened, and his words came out barely louder than a hiss. “He’s not my boss anymore!”
Whoa, so he is a rogue angel. She almost smiled, glad she’d found this angel before the other Hunters. Because any enemy of Caine is a friend of mine. The Hunters and Caine might not have fooled themselves into thinking angels were the good guys and demons the bad ones, but she knew better.
So did the entire Rebellion. And they were hell-bent on saving anyone who might stand with them in the fight against Caine and his angel thugs.
“If you don’t want him finding you, you’ll need my help.”
His gun wavered. “Your help?”
“All the animal deaths have attracted the attention of The Department—”
His eyes widened. “They’ll tell the angels, and they’ll report me to Caine!”
“Exactly, so this is what we’re going to do…”
“I’m not going back,” he cut in, and his stubs seemed to shiver on his back.
She raised a hand in reassurance, slowly sitting up. Breathing hard, she gritted her teeth and concentrated on the metal in her body, then pushed with all her willpower. The bullets hit the floor with little clinks behind her. And the aching pain they left behind made her stomach turn in protest.
“I’m not— here to— send you back,” she said, trying to slow her panting. “I just want— to stop the killings.”
Come on, listen to me. Trust me. She wished her powers of manipulation worked on angels. It’d make saving this one a lot easier.
One of his eyes started to twitch, and his hands shook. “I can’t stop killing. If I stop, I’ll die, and then I’ll be reborn with him. I won’t be his tool again. I won’t!”
Deep breath. Stay calm. “We can figure out another solution. Please.”
“Solution?” he stared at her as if she’d lost her mind. “I’m an angel. And a fucking incubus. He used me… used my powers for whatever he wanted. But I can’t… let go… not without his permission. I’m under his control. But I still have to feed. Without sex, all I have is their essences.”
Everything clicked at once, and she felt her heart squeeze in sympathy. Every incubus needed sex to live. And she guessed this is what they became when they weren’t allowed to feed—killers, sucking the essence from living beings just to keep breathing.
And yet, he didn’t kill any humans.
A wave of relief hit her. It would’ve been so easy for this angel to do just that. The fact that he didn’t, it meant that he had goodness inside of him.
Unlike most of Caine’s angel-thugs.
She struggled to stand, keeping her movements slow and careful. “You’re incredible. After all you’ve been through, you didn’t kill any humans. That tells me you deserve all the help I can give you. Why don’t you just hand me the gun, and we’ll get out of here before the Hunters come. I’ll take you some place safer.”
His gun slowly lowered. Relief came over his face. And her heart did that awesome flip-flop thing it did when she knew she was finally going to save someone.
And then, he glanced at her, and his relief vanished in a flash. “Wait, why are you standing? You should be dying. You’re… you’re not human are you?”
Damn it.
“No, I’m not. I’m a hybrid.” She stood still as his trigger finger twitched. “A half-demon.”
“An enemy.” He growled the words, his lips pulling back to reveal his teeth like a wild animal.
“No—”
“Do you take me for a fool? You’re here to kill me! To destroy me!” His magic prickled over her flesh. “Angels and demons! There are no greater enemies than us!”
Fuck, I’m losing him! “Don’t use your magic! They’ll know you’re here!”
But he vanished, teleporting away.
Panic uncurled inside of her. She had to find him. To help him! Before the angels tracked his magic straight to him!
But just as she turned to rattle off a new plan, she felt the cold barrel of a gun as it pressed against her temple.
I guess he didn’t make it far.
“We need to go, now!” she ordered him. “They’ll be here any minute. You need to run!”
The gun pressed harder against her temple. “They already know I’m here. I’m sorry, but I have to do this.”
Do what? A damn bullet won’t kill me. It’ll hurt like hell, but—
Every hair on her body stood on end as she felt the magic push inside of her. It was like a hand plunging through her skin and muscles, bending her ribs to reach her heart. And then, the cold hand wrapped around her heart and squeezed.
Shock held her frozen in place, and pain numbed her mind for one terrible minute that seemed to stretch on for eternity.
At last, she gasped, finally able to draw in a breath. Finally able to think. This fucker is trying to possess me.
Like hell!
She willed herself to fight, but his magic was too powerful. Made to paralyze its victim.
Her entire body twitched. Her limbs spasming around her. But even with all her willpower, that was all she could manage.
Fuck. A scream ripped from her lips as she helplessly fought the angel’s possession. Damn it, I need help!
It killed her to do it. But in another minute, she’d be completely under his control. Gritting her teeth, she pushed her strength into her hand. She just had to hold one finger up to make the signal, but it took everything within her to do it.
A second later, her best friend Kate materialized in front of her, her expression grim. Reaching out, she grasped Lily’s shoulder tightly, before teleporting them both away.
The world shimmered into nothing. A tunnel of darkness. And then, came sharply back into focus.
Lily slumped to her knees, now in a different corner of the restaurant.
Touching her chest, she tried to fight the shock that made her entire body shake. I hate that feeling. She shivered. It feels so… wrong.
Slowly, she became aware of her best friend. Kate kept a hand on Lily’s shoulder, using her magic to keep them concealed in the shadows. Thank god for Kate.
Lily’s gaze moved away from her friend to the creature she’d hoped to be able to save. He was still in the center of the room. Standing as if in shock.
What the hell? Why didn’t he teleport away? He knows they’re coming for him…
“That’s impossible” he whispered. “Demons can’t teleport.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but her words died on her lips.
Around him, the air shimmered and changed. Six angels, their brilliant white wings almost blinding, surrounded him. Dwarfing him as he shrunk back in the middle of them, raising his pathetic gun as if it might do something against such impossible odds.
Her lips drew back in a silent snarl of rage, and she pulled her dagger from the sheath at her ankle. Rising slowly, she chose her first target and pulled back her arm to strike.
Kate’s hand wrapped around her wrist, stopping her.
Lily looked at the younger woman in confusion. This man needed their help! And she’d be damned if she just gave up now!
Her best friend slowly shook her head, her dark eyes saying what her words couldn’t, there’s too many of them. We’ve lost this one.
Lily looked back at the angels, her heart flipping.
Kate was right.
Moving as if in a nightmare, she re-sheathed her
dagger, knowing what was about to come. And hating that she couldn’t stop it.
“Come on, Richard,” one of the white-winged angels said. “Time to come home.”
He didn’t answer, but his jaw tensed. Seconds later, the sound of shots being fired filled the air as he spun around the circle, firing wildly.
Oh, Richard.
None of the angels so much as flinched. They just towered over him, waiting until his bullets were spent.
The gun tumbled from his fingertips, and he tried to back up, but an angel simply shoved him forward, back into the center of the circle.
The color drained from Richard’s face. And again, she knew what he would do. And she knew how it would end.
His image wavered as he tried to teleport, but he remained in place. She couldn’t sense the angels’ magic preventing his teleportation, but she knew that’s what they were doing.
And then, one of the angels smiled and gripped Richard’s arm. “Come, Caine’s expecting you.”
A whimper escaped his lips and then, they were gone.
She collapsed against the wall, feeling empty. I lost another one.
Kate knelt down in front of her. Her big, black eyes almost lost behind her curtain of long, dark hair.
Please don’t say anything reassuring.
“How much did we get paid for this shit?”
The tension in Lily’s chest eased. “Not enough.”
If she’d agreed to be a full-time Hunter with The Department, she’d be making enough money to at least pay their bills. But that wouldn’t allow her the flexibility to hide the fact that she was a half-demon, or to secretly try to help the creatures she hunted. So, she was an Investigator. Sent to look into the things that weren’t deemed important enough to send a team of Hunters.
And when she saved paranormal creatures, she didn’t mind her cruddy pay one bit.
But days like this… she found it hard to see any benefit to her crappy job.
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