Chapter Twenty-Three Azrael
Chapter Twenty-Three
Azrael
Lucifer retrieves one of his vibrators from his tool bag, along with a few other instruments he intends for us to use—a gradient of butt plugs, a leather paddle from the tool rack on the wall, and some luxury brand of lube—before he lays them out on a movable table near me.
“We alternate between us, pleasure and pain,” he mutters into my ear.
He doesn’t need to specify which one of us will be doing what.
The answer is obvious to me.
I’m pleasure. He’s pain.
A part of our old routine.
Back when he and I used to spend as much of our time working over Hell’s early victims as we did exploring each other’s bodies, while we built his realm together.
With only a modicum of help from his rebellious siblings.
The confusion the two of us will wreak upon Charlotte will be disorienting, heightening every sensation so she never knows what to expect.
Or who, rather.
Only for me to rip away her pleasure or Lucifer to punish her cruelly when the time is right. I’m feeling unusually brutal, considering the circumstances.
But this isn’t going to last.
My gaze darts to Lucifer. Every look, every touch, every unspoken feeling is a savage reminder to me.
A reminder of how it was supposed to be.
And for what?
Only for him to ruthlessly cut me from his life the moment he learned of the deal his Father made with me.
Our shared devotion to Charlotte may have thrust us back together, may have temporarily mended what had been broken.
But he and I will never be anything to each other.
Not again.
I start with one of the butt plugs, lubing it up, before I yank down Charlotte’s thong and rip the flimsy material in two. I insert the first slender gradient into her anus, that sweet, unpenetrated peach puckering as Lucifer massages her head. She rocks back eagerly.
“More,” she moans. “More please, Daddy.”
“Which one?” I quip.
“Do I need to get out the ball gag?” Lucifer snarls, gripping her hair. “I told you to stay quiet.”
He was always so damn quick on the punishment.
I shake my head.
“She’s only a brat until you make her forget how to breathe, then she’ll be whatever you want her to be.” My hand connects with her pussy as I use a bit of my power to remind her who she’s fucking with.
She sputters, shrinking forward, unable to breathe. She pushes her blindfolded face against Lucifer’s thigh, burying herself into him.
A silent plea for his mercy.
Like the devil might somehow save her from me.
Lucifer tsks, like he’s disappointed in how well she behaves for me, but I can see the thick strain of his cock as he undoes his suit pants.
The devil is enjoying himself.
Even if I currently have no plans to ass-fuck him.
I return my attention to Charlotte, releasing her. “Baby girl, I want you to hear me when I say this, okay?”
Charlotte whimpers, gasping for air, and I use one of my fingers to slowly circle her clit.
“This is me being firm. So, I’m giving you permission to be a little messy, okay? But you’re still my good girl, even when you’re tired, even when you’re overwhelmed, even when I punish you, even when that beautiful mind of yours tells you that you’re not, understand?”
She nods weakly.
Lucifer growls, digging his fingers into her hair.
“I see how hard you’re trying.”
He grips her face.
“But remember”—I lick my lips—“you asked for this.”
Abruptly, Lucifer yanks her head back, causing her to arch against her cuffed wrists and into my waiting hand.
“Repeat after me, little dove,” he orders as I thrust into her pussy. “I will not disobey my master.”
“I will not disobey my master,” Charlotte cries, just as I wrap my arm around her, supporting her enough that Lucifer’s given access to her breasts before he brings his nipple clamps down on her, hard, both at once.
To draw out the pain they bring.
Charlotte swallows her scream, fighting to stay quiet.
“Again,” Lucifer orders as I lower her onto the bench and thrust into her.
Fuck, she’s already soaked for me.
“I will not disobey my master,” she whimpers.
“And who’s that?” I growl, pausing only long enough to finish stripping out of my clothes before I pump the hardened head of my dick.
I stroke my cock with one hand and finger her with the other.
She’s so fucking wet it takes everything I have not to break protocol and fuck her like she needs.
Charlotte doesn’t answer at first, but then finally she toys with her lip and in her sassiest tone says, “Me.”
Lucifer and I both growl in unison.
“I’m my own master now.” She grins, ever the brat Lucifer’s been taming.
“There’s my wicked, wicked girl.” Lucifer smirks as he shoves his now exposed cock into her mouth.
I slide into her pussy.
She’s slick and tight and ready, and the hint of resistance I get as I thrust into her, balls deep, is only from my size.
“You want to try that again, little siren?” I growl, Lucifer’s grip on her hair tightening as he face fucks from the other end.
My skeletal side flashes.
“Azrael,” Lucifer growls in warning, reining me back in, just as Charlotte starts to choke from where I was using a bit of my power to edge her.
The hellfire in Lucifer’s eyes blazes. “Control yourself before I do it for you, Reaper.”
And he’s right.
I tend to get ahead of myself when I’m around her.
Forget my place.
Exactly like I’ve been doing all along, actually.
I release her again.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Both,” Charlotte rasps, lapping and licking at Lucifer’s cock like she’s still dying to have him in her mouth.
He grins down at her.
“You’re both in charge.”
My cock stiffens as Lucifer and I share an amused glance.
Now that’s something he and I can currently agree on.
With Charlotte reminded of her role, Lucifer motions for me to switch positions with him. Reluctantly, I pull out and stand at her head, arms crossed, watching as he takes over.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, little dove?” Lucifer purrs, painting his cock up and down her seam, until the head of his dick is slick and damp with her heat. “You’re nothing but the dirty little slut that I’ve made you.”
“Yes, sir,” Charlotte moans from where my cock is now slapping against the side of her face. She nuzzles and kisses at it, searching for the head.
Working himself into her, Lucifer traces his hands along her hips, like he’s imagining all the things he might do to her if he still had his shadows.
Fuck, we’re all so goddamn into this.
And then Charlotte . . .
My sweet little siren shivers—fucking shivers beneath Lucifer’s touch—just like she did last night when we . . .
My cock throbs painfully.
My breath becomes coarser, more unhinged as she takes me into her mouth.
I throw back my head, trying to convince myself that it doesn’t matter. That it’s only supposed to be a one-time thing.
But it does matter. Of course, it does.
They both matter to me.
Charlotte keens around my cock, her tongue flicking over the underside of the head, and I let out a guttural groan as she spreads her legs wider and starts to rock back onto Lucifer wickedly, seeking him out like a bitch in heat.
A mischievous smile plays on his lips.
“You’re a good girl. You’re such a good, good girl, aren’t you, little siren?” I growl.
Though when she starts to moan around my cock, Lucifer snarls, “Quiet, Charlotte,” his grip on her tightening.
The hot and cold is intentional.
Meant to confuse and disorient.
To deepen everything.
More than either of us could ever achieve on our own.
We work her over until she’s covered in sweat and shaking, so deep into subspace she’d give or do anything to please us.
“What do you want, little siren?” I ask as Lucifer removes her butt plug and reaches for the next size gradient. Spreading the generous curve of her ass, he rubs his thumb over the tight hole there. “This is your fantasy we’re chasing.”
She pops off my cock. “I want—”
“I told her to be quiet,” Lucifer growls.
“But I didn’t.” I shoot him a narrowed look.
“I’ll grant you this one indulgence, but break protocol again and you’ll be fucked just like she is.
” Lucifer’s grin turns devious as he thrusts into her like he’s proving a point.
He presses the next size butt plug into her ass a moment later.
He’s not going to let me take charge that easily.
He knows every button she likes pressed. Every curve of her body.
But he hasn’t found a way to keep me in check yet.
And I’m not going to let him.
“Tell us what you want, baby girl,” I say.
Charlotte moans. “I want . . . I want both of you.”
“Be more specific,” Lucifer orders, trying to reassert that he’s in charge here.
But I’m not having it.
“Don’t listen to him. Listen to me. You’re doing perfect, little siren, but be a good girl for your other daddy.”
“As if I would ever need your assistance with my wife.” Hellfire sparks in Lucifer’s gaze. “She’s only a willful little brat because I allow her to be.” He shoves his cock even deeper into her, his grip on her hips digging in like he’s aiming for a particular spot.
Charlotte goes wild, seizing and coming all over him.
Lucifer smirks at me. “She’s mine. Just like you always were.”
My heart stops momentarily.
He thrusts forward, driving into the spot that has Charlotte turning feral, as he tilts his head back, relishing in the feel of her. It’s like he’s mapped out her entire anatomy, like he did with me, before he grabs the leather paddle on the table and suddenly whaps it onto her ass.
Charlotte rocks forward, the force of it nearly making me cum.
Her teeth pinch down, dragging across my cock, and the slight pain of it has me reeling.
“Do it again,” I snarl, fisting her hair.
A sly grin twists the devil’s lips, but he indulges me.
The paddle comes down, sending her lurching forward, and Charlotte’s teeth run over my shaft.
I nearly lose it right then and there.
Fuck me.
Fuck me, he’s playing us both like a goddamn fiddle.
The feeling of her hot mouth on my cock while I know he’s toying with me is everything.
“I want one of you in each hole,” Charlotte pants, kissing and nipping at me hungrily, so fucking perfect and sweet. Her chest flushes pink. “Oh God. Don’t make me say it again, Daddy,” she begs Lucifer.
We both thrust into her.
“Not even the Eiffel Tower was ever going to be enough for you, was it, darling?” Lucifer lets out a dark chuckle, teasing her about the name for the position we’re in as he strokes a hand over her burning ass cheek.
Their trip to Paris for Fashion Week is approaching quickly.
And with Lucifer fighting hard for their upcoming nuptials, I don’t want to imagine what he might have planned to steal her from me while he . . .
“No.” I shake my head, running a reverent hand across Charlotte’s cheek as I thrust so hard into her mouth her throat clenches around me. Mine and Lucifer’s eyes meet. “Nothing is too much for our girl.”
Our girl.
Lucifer’s nostrils flare like he enjoys the sound of that as much as I do.
Though he’s not ever going to fucking admit it.
He licks his lips. “Uncuff her,” he orders.
I pull out and follow his instructions before he beckons me with a tip of his chin to lie down on the bench. I lift and position Charlotte over the top of my cock’s head, her palms flat on my chest as Lucifer spreads her ass cheeks.
“Now, little dove,” he purrs, as he takes hold of her hips, squeezing as we both start to sink into her. “Show Daddy Death how filthy you can be, darling.”