Chapter Thirty-Five
The Arms of My Immortal
Kaleb
I turn the glistening flesh of some unidentified meat on the crypt-themed barbecue out the back of Harken for our grand re-opening night, and pray to whatever demon is listening to hear me that it’s pork. Or some really big chicken.
The hoards seem to be eating it, and I hope we don’t have an impromptu repeat of the succubus night anytime soon because that shit took ages to get out of the damned walls. Walls that still whisper to me no matter which room I try to sleep in.
The drink in my hand has Mana’s signature ForgetMeKnot tinge, but his drug is a thing of a bygone era. Harken is clean now.
Well, people still die, but it’s by their choice. The Die For Me crew sign a liability waiver and head to the lower levels for their fun where Mana and Addi complete their nightly ritual. I still don’t know how they’re getting the disappearances by the local law and I don’t want to know how much it’s costing us. Mana claims we’re clean and for now, I’m going with that. Blind eye and all. Apparently, love does that, and I love all the creepy fuckers in our strange little pentagonal relationship. Well, almost all.
Bowen sashays by, his arms still wrapped around Addi. The angel-turned-reaper still freaks me out. But our girl has taken to him, and that’s all that matters. She nestles into his side like she’s meant to be there, dressed in her customary red. Another thing that’s stuck after Asmodeus’s fateful visit. He’s not a lifelong fixture, though apparently, he has his own obsessional problems. Mana refuses to go into it, but the prince of Hell isn’t as … clean … as he appears.
Either way, I’m back in leather pants and a vest, though I don’t hate them as much as I did back on my first week working Harken behind the bar when I first set eyes on Addi. Hells, that was a long time ago. Or not so long, just … an age.
I snare her slim arm, tugging her easily from Bowen’s grip. I offer to trade him for a slab of unidentifiable meat—not my cooking’s problem—but he shakes his head. Food doesn’t do it for him anymore.
He looks a little bereft without her in his arms, standing off from the crowd who give the void of his space a wide berth. It took us a good few days to realize no one else can see him.
Or, more to the point, they can’t see him until he needs them to see him, usually as he escorts them to where the hell ever souls go after , when they aren’t being locked up in Harken’s stones, awaiting collection by Mana’s hellish father.
The politics of the underworld blow my mind. Apparently, none of us have to worry about that for an eternity, and there’s enough right here to keep me occupied.
“Enjoying the party, Addi?” I trail my fingers along her velvet halter neck top, sliding them into the valley between her breasts to play with her in plain sight.
Addi writhes in my arms, gasping a little. A telltale flush stains her cheeks. I can’t work out if it’s arousal, embarrassment, or a bit of both. Our level of possession with our once-human goes well beyond the bounds of any sense of normality. We’re all still getting used to that, Addi most of all. She signed up for the same eternity as us, she just didn’t seem to think about what that quite meant.
“Kaleb,” she mewls as my fingers latch onto her nipple, milking her gently one-handed as I flip barbeque with the other.
“Mmm, kitten?” My voice rasps, my cock hardening as I think about abandoning my cooking duties to flip her over the nearest faux crypt stone and sink balls-deep into her pretty, well cunt. “Something you need?”
Her bare legs press to my thigh, and I give her all the encouragement she needs to mount me, pushing my knee between hers. Mana came in hard and fast with a dress and no panties rule for ease of access the moment she complained about us ruining her favorite clothing. It’s been a boon to us and a deficit to her but our girl is always ready, always wet, no matter how much she complains.
“Kaleb…” Her voice trails off, filled with a pending whine.
I fix her with a hard stare. “You want to get off, kitten? I want your scent all over me. Rub.” Rolling her nipple just so, I tease her right to the edge, knowing how much she loved nipple play. Two would get her off given enough time. One? It’s not quite what she needs, and right now that’s perfect.
“But, the people—” she stammers, her gaze flitting side to side.
I hold her pretty eyes for a long moment, and nod. Giving her an inch of reprieve, I jerk my chin up. “All right. Here’s a little cover for you. But I want a nice display and a long, wet mark on my thigh where you’ve creamed all over me, understand?” My voice turns harsh with need.
What started as a fun tease devolves into something darker within seconds, as usual.
Lethe’s long-fingered hands rest on her slim waist as he presses against her back, and waits. His pupils are blown wide with arousal already. My little submissive angel is always on edge, but he’s trained well, and he won’t act without mine or Mana’s direct command.
I give him a single shake of my head. This is Addi’s task. He’s just there to provide cover, and to watch her. It’s enough as he sucks in every part of her. Bowen drifts over to watch, providing an extra dynamic Addi can’t follow, too lost in her arousal, but I see it. Bowen almost isn’t aware of the effect he has on our resident fallen, but Lethe stiffens visibly at the reaper’s proximity. He trails a finger along her side, her flesh wavering as she whimpers at his occasionally acidic touch.
“Pretty,” he murmurs, the faintest scent of sulphur mingling with hers.
Lethe looks green, but after all this time I’m getting used to it. Concealing a smirk, I pinch Adreana’s nipple harder until she’s biting her lips hard to conceal the pain. Her breaths come fast as Lethe pushes into her from behind, Bowen crowding her side. She looks around wildly but again I shake my head.
“Your attention is here, Addi,” I murmur, tapping the tip of her imprisoned nipple. “Come for me. Or…” I tap the prongs I’ve left on the grill, where they sit in the heat.
Fear turns her eyes white and hells, is it a beautiful sight.
“You wouldn’t—” she chokes, her eyes locked on the heated torture tool I threaten her with. Not that I’d do it, but…
“ I will .” Mana liberates the tongs from my hand. “Kaleb gave you an order. Now, Adreana.” His voice is fathomless, a wicked siren call none of us can escape.
She claws at me, arching as I return to milking her, easing off the pain. Her pretty pussy rubs my thigh, smearing her cream over me as requested, but it’s not enough.
“Come for us,” I murmur, leaning in to steal a kiss. Simple, but the moment I slide my tongue into her mouth I realize my mistake.
Hot and wet, all I want is to plunge myself deep into her pussy. Hands reach around me, freeing my cock, working me as I tease her. I grunt into her mouth as she rubs herself into a frenzy, coming for me exactly as I demanded.
But she’s not alone.
Her sweet mouth has always been my kryptonite. It’s like tonguing her wet pussy, plunging my cock into her depths. The cool hand that works me belongs to the master we all serve. Just as she stares up at me, my name on her lips as she trembles on my thigh, heat gushing between her legs to coat me, Mana whispers something in hellspeak, a name, perhaps. I explode all over his hand and the front of her red dress, staining her white.
“Fuck,” I mumble into her mouth, sagging back into him.
Addi comes too, still wrapped around the thigh I press between her legs. The fallen watches us both with hungry eyes. If I ordered him on clean-up duty, he’d find the sin-soaked ground with his knees right now. Bowen watches us all with a small smile.
But right now isn’t for them. At least, not yet. Maybe that can come after.
I turn my head back, letting Mana find my mouth with his in a long, deep kiss of mingled need and gratitude.
“Christ, hellspawn,” he murmurs against my mouth. “That was meant to be for her.”
“Try not to be trouble for the rest of the night.” I raise a hand despite my instant exhaustion and slap his cheek firmly.
The demon’s eyes glow as I turn back to Addi, tucking her breast back into her dress and seek her mouth for a slow, long kiss. A different pair of hands fixes the front of my pants while Mana turns back to the barbeque I abandoned. With a few flicks of his long fingers, Lethe has me ready to go again. I give his wrist a firm squeeze with dual purpose—a thank you for his service and a warning not to overstep. The corners of his lips flicker, and I wonder that we haven’t raised ourselves a prime brat in the making.
Addi slips into the space between my arms, resting her head on my chest. “Help me change?” she asks, looking up at me with sleepy eyes.
I stare down at her, a dark laugh ripping from my chest. “Hell no, kitten. We both wear each other’s marks tonight for everyone to see.”
Her cheeks flame as red as her dress. She nods, biting her lips though I know underneath the added humiliation she’s pleased. Addi never says no to a display of ownership, especially not when it involves us wearing hers. Turnabout is only fair after all, and I’m far from embarrassed to have her claim us, me, in every way possible.
A single nod and she’s on her toes, pressing her mouth against my lips in a fierce, possessive kiss of her own. Her hands find Mana’s behind me. The demon twitches against my back, as pleased with her after display as me.
Not to be forgotten, she reaches blindly for Bowen and Lethe who wrap themselves around her, their ongoing feud forgotten in lieu of their overwhelming love for her.
The human who brought four fallen, unforgiven creatures together. It’s the sort of fairy story no child should ever be told, but that’s not the aim of stories told in the dark, quiet hours after midnight.
I trail my fingers through her hair. “Love you,” I murmur lazily, as though hundreds of people aren’t waiting for their food while Mana cremates the lot.
They can wait. Besides, Harken’s entry clause does have some obscure wording about those lower levels. A “just in case” liability option to cover my girl’s peachy ass and ours in case she or our resident reaper needs to go on the rampage.
Turns out our little bratty fallen has an eye for contract law. Who knew.
She tilts her head to one side, her eyes aglow with the sort of fervor that promises a damn fine night in the making.
“Mine.” Her gaze sweeps across every male she claims, marking us.
“All of you.”
The girl we unite for, push away enmity and feuds that would otherwise end us all.
Ours for an eternity.