Page 68 of Angel I Am Not

I dragged in a shaky breath and forced myself to loosen around them. Luc stayed perfectly still beneath me, one hand sliding up my side while Zel held himself back behind me, giving my body time to catch up.

“That’s it,” Zel said quietly.

The pressure eased by degrees, enough for the sharp edge of the stretch to turn into pleasure. I shifted experimentally, and Luc’s fingers tightened against my waist while Zel exhaled hard against my shoulder.

I looked up and found Nick watching from in front of us. His jaw was tight, claws already out, but he hadn’t moved any closer. His eyes were nearly swallowed by black, but the red burning underneath gave him away.

“Come here,” I said.

He stepped closer until Luc remained beneath me, Zel crowded my back, and Nick stood directly in front of us. My body was already stretched around two demons, my wings snapping wide open enough that the feathers brushed Zel’s arms, and somehow the sight of Nick looking down at me sent another pulse of heat through my core.

His hand came toward my cheek and stopped just before touching me. I looked up at him, and his thumb finally brushed once beneath my eye. “Still want me?”

“Yes.”

“Say my name.”

I smiled despite myself. “Nick.” His expression flattened so quickly that I laughed. “Satan.”

His claws tightened carefully in my braids as he guided the head of his cock between my lips. I opened for him and took the first few inches while he held still, letting me adjust, and only when I relaxed around him did he push deeper.

“Oh, god,” I moaned around him.

Nick’s mouth curved. “There is no god here, Angel.” His hand tightened slightly in my hair, holding me steady without forcing me as I looked up at him. “Just us.”

Luc’s cock throbbed inside me while Zel growled behind me, and the red beneath Nick’s eyes burned hotter.

“Just your demons,” he continued. “You wanted to play. You told us what you wanted.” His hips moved forward in another slow thrust, and I took more of him. “So take it.”

Luc moved beneath me at the same time Zel pressed deeper from behind, and the combination tore a broken sound from my throat around Nick’s cock. My hands flattened against Luc’s chest while Zel’s tail tightened around my thigh and Nick’s fingers stayed threaded through my hair.

Everything was too much and yet it was absolutely perfect.

Luc watched me from beneath dark horns, every movement controlled despite the strain in his face. Zel breathed against my shoulder like he was trying to memorize every reaction I gave him. Nick held my gaze while Wrath burned through him, roughness contained by the fact that he was still waiting on me.

I had invited every set of hands currently holding me exactly where I wanted to be, and with Luc beneath me, Zel behind me, and Nick filling my mouth, I finally understood why surrender could feel so fucking good when I was the one who had asked for it.

Now I got to let them take over.

Ariuk

They were going to break me. That was all there was to it. I was stuffed so fucking full that I could barely decide which sensation deserved my attention first, Zel’s hips pressed against my ass while his massive body crowded over my back and Luc remained buried beneath me. Zel kept most of his weight off the base of my wings, but every shift of his chest ruffled the outer feathers enough to send another shiver through me. He had already come once and somehow hadn’t gotten any softer, which should have concerned me far more than it did.

Not that I wanted him to pull out. None of them were mindless in these forms, but everything about them had sharpened. Luc’s control had become almost brutal in its precision, Nick’s heat rolled off him in waves, and Zel’s appetite had turned every reaction I gave him into something he immediately wanted more of. They were still listening to me. I was just the idiot who had told all three of them to keep going.

Luc was flat beneath me, buried deep inside my pussy while Zel crowded in from behind, and my hands had found Luc’s horns for leverage as Nick’s cock filled my mouth. We would have made a lovely Renaissance painting if Renaissance artists had been willing to paint one angel getting fucked by three demons at once. Jophiel probably would have burst into flames from the horror alone.

I loved the way each of them took something different from the same moment. Nick’s thrusts were rougher, Wrath showing in every hard pull of my braids before he checked my face again. Luc stayed controlled beneath me, matching every movement instead of chasing it, his claws pressing into my hips without breaking skin. Zel was the opposite, greedy for every shift of pressure between our bodies, groaning whenever I tightened around both of them like he had discovered something new worth repeating. Asmodeus could wait. I already had more than enough demon in front of me.

Zel’s hand left the base of my wing and slid lower, down the curve of my ass until one thick finger settled between my cheeks. He circled me slowly instead of pushing, testing the reaction, and when I pressed backward into his touch his growl vibrated against my shoulder. Nick felt the sound I made around his cock and slowed just enough to let me breathe before thrusting forward again.

Zel’s finger disappeared for half a second. I heard the faint scrape of something being pulled from the side table before cold metal touched me, and my eyes widened around Nick.

He paused with the rounded edge resting against me. “Still want to try it?”

I nodded frantically, then realized that probably wasn’t enough when Nick’s cock was still in my mouth. Reaching back, I caught Zel’s wrist and pulled him closer.

His mouth brushed the top of my shoulder. “Good.”