Chapter Twenty-Eight Charlotte
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Charlotte
I feel the orgasm Azrael’s been working toward build and build, and he gives one final thrust and starts to cum in my mouth.
The blindfold rips off just as I glance up and realize . . .
Lucifer.
I choke, my throat closing around him unexpectedly.
I should have recognized him from the taste alone. Smoky. Malty. Like his favorite whisky, whereas Azrael . . .
Recognition flares.
It’s not Azrael who’s cum inside my mouth. It’s my future husband, despite that I’ve been—
Oh God, what have I done?
I choke again as Lucifer’s balls slap against the underside of my chin.
He’s now orgasming so hard and pushing so deep into my throat, I can hardly see through my tears.
But it’s Azrael’s name I’ve been chanting over and over again like a fevered prayer, nuzzling and stroking and licking and whispering to him in all the intimate ways he seemed to like previously.
As I told him that I . . .
Oh God. Oh God.
For the very first time.
And here I was confessing to him on my knees.
All because I stupidly trusted Lucifer when he said Azrael and I would be alone.
How could I have ever thought this was going to be something?
Heat flushes through my cheeks, burning me down to my chest. Now I’ve not only ruined the intimate weight of that moment with Azrael, but I’ve unknowingly shown my primary Dom all the things I’ve been doing with his ex behind closed doors.
Humiliation sears through me, white hot and unrelenting.
Like I’m exactly the greedy whore the Righteous or that TMZ article says I am.
I finish choking on Lucifer’s cum, swallowing it down out of sheer necessity more than anything, before he abruptly pulls away from me, leaving me coughing and sputtering like the trash I am as I realize that my pussy has now left a large and obvious damp spot on my pillow from where I thought Azrael might be about to make love to me.
A familiar feeling of shame flares through me.
But there’s no God left to apologize to anymore.
Only my devilish husband.
My gaze darts toward Azrael, who from the looks of it isn’t faring any better with this situation than I am.
His jaw is so clenched I’m almost shocked that it and his closed fists haven’t already disappeared into the Nothing alongside what remains of his patience. The edges of his form flicker, and the icy look of fury in his eyes is so cold, so calculated, I . . .
Death’s skeletal face turns toward me.
Like I’m somehow the one responsible for this.
I sort of am. In part, at least.
I glance desperately between them, watching as Lucifer cleans himself off with his discarded shirt before he drops down into his devil’s chair, glaring at us both like he’s far from through with us, though I’m not really sure who I should beg for forgiveness first.
Him or Azrael.
This whole situation is fucking disorienting.
Exactly like Lucifer planned it to be.
I turn toward him. “Daddy, I—”
“Quiet, cumslut,” he snarls, not so much as looking at me.
He may have been the one to orchestrate this, but his expression is clear.
I brought this punishment upon myself.
And he’s furious with me.
My chin starts to quiver as I fight to hold in my tears.
But he was the one who first put Azrael in my path.
He made the decision to share me.
The double standard sparks something latent inside me, all the confidence and bravado my upbringing taught me to hold in.
That bratty attitude that came out the very first time Lucifer humiliated me in front of the entire Apollyon boardroom before I wrote that furious press release. My resolve strengthens.
Well, not again. Not again, goddammit.
I won’t let him get the upper hand on me.
This time, I’m going to make him pay.
I turn my gaze toward Azrael. “Sir?” I say in my sweetest, most saccharine voice, looking at him exactly like I would if he were Lucifer.
This situation can go both ways.
Azrael’s skeletal expression slowly swings toward me, and something dark flares in his gaze.
He’s absolutely livid with me, and Lucifer, and maybe even with himself for getting into this mess, but still, I stare up at him, eyes pleading, willing him to understand what I’m doing. You want to be in charge, take it, I silently offer.
The look of fury in Azrael’s eyes blazes as he realizes what I’m offering.
Like he’s been waiting all eternity for someone to give him this opportunity.
“You’re not just his. You’re mine, too, aren’t you, little siren?” he says, causing an unhinged growl to tear from Lucifer, who leans forward like he’s about to come to his feet.
But without his powers, what exactly is he going to do if we both defy him?
We’re clearly about to find out.
I reposition myself on my knees in front of Azrael just as I use my power to knock Lucifer back down into his seat. Some of my shadows wrap around my husband’s wrists, binding him.
“What do you think you’re—”
“Is it time to play, Daddy?” I ask Death as Lucifer snarls furiously.
Azrael smirks. “Of course it is, you wicked, wicked girl.”