Chapter Forty-Two Charlotte
Chapter Forty-Two
Charlotte
Lucifer drags me by my collar, hauling me into a nearby chair with him, and takes me over his knee. His belt is off and in his hand within seconds. Azrael locks my hands in front of me to keep me from fighting. Like a prayer.
A hellish offering.
Lucifer spanks me within an inch of my life, whipping me over and over until I’m screaming. My cries echo off the meat locker’s walls until the next thing I know, I’m on the floor, lying on top of that cold tile, my ass burning, my cunt soaked, and Lucifer’s mouth is on me.
I cry out.
He’s devouring my pussy like it’s a new form of punishment, but with my father listening in the next room over, I’m not sure I’m feeling bold enough to—
“Azrael,” I gasp, pleading.
He crouches in front of me. “Why did you put his collar on again?” he growls, his jaw tightening as he looks to the Dior calfskin.
I pale slightly.
Death’s never been this angry with me before.
“I don’t know. I just—”
I traded it out this morning, and now I’m not even sure I really know the reason why. Maybe because I was finally feeling confident in who I was, because I thought Azrael and I were solid, that he would support me making my own choices, that things between him and Lucifer were improving?
But now with Azrael looking at me like this, coupled with the knowledge that my father can overhear me, suddenly I’m not feeling so certain.
All the fear and shame I felt when I was letting out my anger with Seraph earlier heightens.
Finding out I’m pregnant might have had a little something to do with it too.
But I can’t tell Azrael, and definitely not Lucifer, when we’re in the middle of a scene. They both deserve more than that.
Azrael stares down into my face, the hurt in his eyes nearly gutting me as he waits for an answer.
“It’s . . . it’s complicated, sir.”
“Don’t call me sir. Not while you’re wearing his collar.” Azrael’s expression hardens, but I know without him saying it that I’ve hurt him.
And that only makes this whole situation a thousand times worse.
I didn’t think putting my collar back on would mean—
“Cum big, cumslut.” The cords in his neck pop as he uses Lucifer’s nickname for me, instead of his. “Cum big and loud, and let him hear what a rotten slut he made you be.” He nods to Lucifer.
My breath falters.
Azrael glances down at Lucifer, who’s still feasting on me, his grip leaving bruises all over my skin, and the anger and hurt in Azrael’s eyes flares. “If it were up to me, I’d punish the both of you.”
He’d have every right to, honestly.
My knees go weak. “Even though you’re covered in—”
“Do I look like I care?” he snarls, his eyes narrowing.
The vicious way he looks at me then lets me know I’ve broken his heart in two.
The shame that’s thick in my throat is immediate. “I didn’t mean for this to be—”
“Quiet, cumslut!”
He shoves his hand over my mouth, using the other to unbuckle his jeans, so that his massive cock breaks free a moment later, and his pants fall.
My throat goes dry.
His cock is more swollen and red than I’ve ever seen it, so thick and threatening I’m not even certain that he’s going to fit inside me.
“You’ll take it. You’ll take it and you’ll fucking like it.” He uncovers my mouth and then spits onto Lucifer’s back, contempt in his eyes. “And so will he.”
I gasp as Lucifer’s tongue plunges into me, my breath going ragged.
A rush of delicious heat fills me up, burning from the inside out as Lucifer tongues me like a rabid beast, going feral. He buries the whole of his face even deeper into my cunt like a madman, lapping at my folds like he can’t wait to hear me cry his name.
Where he knows my father can hear me.
Oh God.
“Make your choice, darling,” Lucifer growls in between thrusts.
Like if I want it, Azrael will be in charge.
“But my father can—”
“You think you have what it takes to punish the both of us, then do it already,” Lucifer snarls at Azrael. “Or else get out of my fucking way!”
A deep growl barrels from Azrael, and he pins my hands over my head again. “Challenge accepted, asshole. You know my safe word.”
“We need a different one,” I pant, trying one last time to fix this.
Azrael lifts his scarred brow.
“One for all three of us.”
For what I know we could be, if the two of them would just finally . . .
Death laughs in my face like there’s no chance in hell that he and Lucifer and I are ever going to be anything.
My heart shatters.
Lucifer’s grip on my ass tightens as he lifts me into a different angle, so that his mouth is now positioned at the top of my upper thigh, and then his fangs sink into me like I’m the apple.
I practically come up off the floor from the pleasure and agony.
“The safe word stays the same,” Azrael says. “Oblivion or inferno, cumslut. Take your pick.”
My breath hitches.
No.
No, no, no, no.
They can’t make me.
I didn’t want this.
I didn’t mean . . .
Azrael grips my face. “Do you want this or not?” he snarls.
“Yes,” I pant, already edging over into begging from where Lucifer’s returned to lashing me with his tongue. “Yes, but not like—”
Not like this.
I want to scream it. I want to shove them both off and claw my way out of this hell, make them feel what I’ve been swallowing for weeks—years—but the fire catches in my throat and dies like everything else I never let burn.
Azrael’s brow hitches. “Did you just talk back to me?”
“No, sir. I just—”
His gaze darkens. “It’s him or me, little siren. Pick your poison.”
“I . . .”
He snarls, and the shame, the fear inside me heightens until I . . .
I close my eyes in defeat.
If this is the only way I can have them, then I’ll swallow it all down, take whatever punishment they give me.
“Oblivion or infer—”
I try one last time to resist it. “I don’t—”
“Fucking choose, Charlotte!” Lucifer roars from between my legs.
I feel the pain of what they’re forcing me to do rattle inside my bones.
Fate or free will.
Shame or fury.
Love or hate.
“Oblivion!” I shout, only because Azrael’s the one standing directly in front of me, because I want to collapse into the numbness, forget all the shame I’m feeling. About this. About Lily. All of it. “Oblivion.”
Azrael chuckles, his grin turning wicked as Lucifer glares at me, seething.
“You’ll go out of your goddamn mind when I fuck him, won’t you?” Azrael nods down to where Lucifer’s glowering at me like he doesn’t give two flying fucks if he’s in charge or not, he’s punishing me for this either way.
Heat blossoms in my core, desire pooling between my legs.
Jesus, Azrael’s going to make me watch while he—
Lucifer’s seething, his face absolutely coated in my wetness, all the way from his chin to his nose.
He makes a show of flicking his forked tongue over his lips before he glares at Azrael.
“Are you going to fuck us now, or are you going to keep us both waiting?” He unbuckles his pants, hastily dropping them down like a challenge, his perfect ass now ready and bare.
“Come on. Discipline me,” he taunts Death.
“What’ve you got up your sleeve? Fucking me with your knife?
Making me wear panties? Torturing me? Don’t threaten me with a good time. ”
My eyes roll back in my head as his mouth comes down on me again, and I’m pretty sure I almost faint from pleasure at the sight of him like this.
I’ve never seen him so furious before, so furious and so . . .
Bratty.
A desperate cry escapes me.
I fucking love it.
I fucking love the unfamiliarity of it, but it’s also . . . destabilizing.
Lucifer being a sub is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m practically giddy from it.
Even though I’m terrified by the look on Azrael’s face and the fact that Lucifer’s willing to do this for him; it somehow makes me think I might be not enough for him.
The thought is so familiar, so similar to how that man in the next room over made me feel, to how I used to berate myself every time he forced me onto my knees to pray to his God like the “good girl” he taught me to be, I can hardly stand it.
I cry out, all my anger and hurt seeping out of me as I struggle to keep it and my desire under control, until the shadows at the edge of the room morph and the fluorescent lights overhead flicker.
Azrael doesn’t waste any time as he starts to pump his hand up and down his length. My mouth waters and I lick my lips, desperate for something to bite down on, a ball gag, a belt, a strap of leather, anything to keep me from screaming how he—
“You want this, cumslut?” Azrael tips his chin toward his cock, and the dip in my belly is instant. “You want to stay quiet and small so you can pretend you’re happy being afraid and scared, just like he wanted you to be?”
I nod, whimpering.
“Not until you let him hear you say it.” He nods toward the next room over.
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Say it.”
I drop my head, desire overtaking my shame. “I want it,” I whisper.
“Louder.”
“I want it.”
“Louder!” Azrael’s voice deepens.
“I want—”
“Let that bloody bastard hear it already!” Lucifer bellows from between my legs, and the reminder that he’s still my Dom, the same man I love, ignites something in me.
I become liquid fire, so close to climax that all it takes for me to finish is Lucifer shoving two of his fingers up inside me, hissing, “Let him hear who you now call your daddy.”
I shatter apart in an instant, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me.
“I want it. I want it. Please, Daddy!” I beg him.
“Wicked, wicked girl,” Lucifer purrs before he’s on me again, burying his face in me.
Azrael steps forward, shoving his massive cock into my mouth like it’s my reward.
I suck on it like it’s candy, licking and lapping and tonguing at the bit of salt I taste there as the last of my orgasm stretches on and on.
I can’t get enough of him, of either of them.
Azrael throws his head back with a groan. “That’s enough,” he grumbles, taking away my prize after only a few licks. No praise.
He’s going to make me work for it, I guess.
I stick out my lower lip, pouting, already lost in the heat of the scene, but then Death nods down to Lucifer. “Or I won’t have anything left for him.”
My eyes go wide, fear and desire gripping me.
I’m about to get a front-row seat to Death and the devil’s destructive reunion, and all I can do is sit back and watch helplessly.
As they destroy any chance we might have to be together.