Chapter Forty-Four Lucifer
Chapter Forty-Four
Lucifer
I thrust back onto Azrael, fully convinced that I’m still capable of taking him bare, but clearly, I overestimated my own abilities. “Bloody fuck!” I swear into Charlotte’s pussy.
I’d forgotten exactly how much resistance there could be.
How fucking large he is.
But Death isn’t about to give me a moment’s reprieve.
His pleasure is as good as his pain.
“You asked for this, lover.” He spits into his hand, lobbing it onto my arsehole like a crude lube as he thrusts even deeper into me.
I pitch forward, my tongue spearing harder up inside my wife as she starts to whimper in need. I can already tell she’s getting close again, the sweet taste of her nectar coating my throat completely.
“Again,” she pants, her mouth slamming shut the moment she realizes what she’s just said, what that means for me.
Azrael chuckles. “Only if you ask loud enough that bastard can hear it.” He nods toward the next room.
“No,” she whimpers, eyes darting toward me in regret.
Azrael growls. “Again, or I’ll tell him to—”
“Again, please, Daddy!” she cries, just before he thrusts into me.
My cock goes so bloody stiff from where he’s hitting my prostate that I think I might be—
Holy fuck!
Azrael’s large hand wraps around my front as he takes my length into his hand. “You don’t get to come until she gives you permission, understand?”
I snarl as Charlotte’s eyes go wide.
She knows if she complies, she will pay for it tenfold later.
But if she doesn’t, Death will punish her all the same.
Not the worst outcome.
“Azrael. Please, I don’t want—”
“You made your choice, little dove.” I glare up at her. “And if you think you’re not going to pay for this the next time I’m in charge, think again,” I growl, just before I thrust my tongue into her pussy.
She gushes.
I swear if she fucking squirts in the middle of this, I will chain her to our bed for a week.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she cries, tears pouring down her cheeks as she looks to Azrael. “I’ll do whatever you ask, just don’t hurt him.” She nods down at me.
I roll my eyes. As if I, the goddamn devil, am some fragile thing.
He hasn’t even given me his worst yet.
God, I really am fucked up, aren’t I?
Though her lack of self-preservation is worse than I feared, honestly.
“I want you to count how many thrusts it takes him before he’s begging. Can you do that, baby girl?” Azrael may be fucking furious with us both, but he’s clearly enjoying this.
The way he’s ruined me.
The pernicious bastard.
“Yes, sir,” she says. “Anything for you.”
I snarl, her obedience destroying me.
“Then lie back, little siren.”
The relief in her face at the name he’s given her lighting a match inside of me.
And with him fucking me like this, I’m an immortal powder keg.
Azrael grins. “Don’t forget to count for me.”
I squeeze one of Charlotte’s breasts until she cries out as she thrusts her clit against me.
“One,” she whimpers, just as Azrael shoves himself into my ass.
A feral sound claws its way out of me.
“Remember that time in Constantinople, lover?” His hand pumps down my length as he starts to play the same game I did with him the other evening, throwing the moments of immortal lives back into my face like he intends to give me a taste of my own medicine.
But I’m not having it.
“When I drank the blood of a saint and burned down a monastery after I found out you fucking rebounded with Michael?”
He snarls. “I remember it differently.”
My balls tighten as the pressure inside me builds, the feeling of them both so fucking delicious it reminds me of how he used to unravel me.
Azrael’s hand runs down my spine. “I remember you begged me not to leave. Swore you’d rip off the wings of every angel if I didn’t stay.”
I let out a furious roar as I’m reminded of how he tore my heart to shreds, used my vulnerability after my Fall against me, before she came along and put me back together.
“Two,” Charlotte cries, her voice loud enough there’s no doubt that blasted father of hers can hear her. Half of fucking Hell probably can.
Though to my victims, what’s another soul screaming?
“Three,” Charlotte sobs, as if she cannot possibly stand to see me like this.
How pathetic he makes me.
Azrael’s hand pumps over my cock, making me pant. “I remember that you came all over yourself and cried when you swore me your loyalty.”
Heat burns through my face.
So, he intends to humiliate me then.
I chuckle darkly.
“Four.” Charlotte rocks back and forth against me in a desperate attempt to soothe herself, using her legs to draw my head into her lap and cradling me against her at how much this pains her.
This is nearly destroying her as much as it is me.
Though that’s entirely the fucking point.
“I remember exactly how you like it. How you want your hair pulled. Just like what you give to her. Same whimper. Same rhythm when it hits too deep.”
“Oh God. Please, Lucifer! Just give him what he wants already.” Charlotte tries to claw her way to me desperately, but her hands are still bound.
I look toward my bride, shaking my head at how she still doesn’t recognize her own strength. The strength it takes to submit.
“And what’s that, darling?” I ask her, my shame a contorted mask of fury.
But it’s Death who says, “Admit that you wanted this from the beginning.”
I pale slightly. “No.”
“Look at her, Lucifer.” He grips me by the hair, and I snarl furiously as he forces me to stare at Charlotte. “She isn’t going to last much longer. You want her to see you like this? To be punished like this? By me?”
I cackle.
As if that could ever be a threat to me.
“I fucking love seeing her punished,” I snark back.
“I know you do.” Azrael runs his hand over the length of my spine, over the ridges of my scars, and I shiver. “Which is why it’s going to hurt you so much when she chooses me.”
My stomach bottoms out. “What?”
“You heard me.” He directs his attention to Charlotte. “Tell him you still love me, baby girl.”
“I do, but I—”
“Tell him you didn’t mean to be only his when you put that collar on again, or else he—”
“Stop! Please, Azrael!” But his safe word doesn’t pass her lips. Charlotte stares down into my face, crying. “He’s right. I love him. I love him, Daddy, and I know it’s your collar I’m wearing, but if that means I have to give him up, I’m not sure that I want to—”
I snarl, gripping her face. “Like bloody hell will I allow you to make a fool out of me.” A squeezing sensation ignites in my ribs.
I won’t allow her to destroy everything we’ve built.
Not over the likes of him.
“Don’t say another fucking word,” I order her.
“Then admit you wanted this from the start,” Azrael growls. “Admit you wanted this”—he slides his cock in and out of me—“right from the very beginning.”
“I will do no such thing,” I hiss, just as Azrael pummels into me even harder, my cock so stiff I’m only a few strokes away from—
I cry out, burying my face in Charlotte’s middle from the pleasure-pain of it, wincing.
“Please, Daddy!” Charlotte pleads, nearly as close to unraveling as I am.
But it won’t be his name on her lips when she does.
Not if I have any say in this.
“Lucifer, please,” she begs me. “Please, you promised.”
To take the first step, she means.
And the way she asks me, as if she fully trusts that I will give her whatever her heart desires despite any hurt it may cause me, humbles me all over again, so that I have no choice but to completely humiliate myself in front of her.
Without pretense.
“I suppose the thought might’ve . . . crossed my mind,” I mutter.
“I knew it!” she squeals, before she leans forward and kisses me.
I smile triumphantly, satisfied with happiness, before I slink back down to her pussy, using the whole of my upper body strength to brace myself to keep Azrael’s thrusts from jolting me. “Happy?” I cast over my shoulder toward him.
Charlotte melts into me as I ravish her again.
“Scream for him, sweet girl.” Azrael chuckles, releasing one of the manacles. “Scream for him as I fuck your Daddy.”
He pounds several more thrusts into my ass, each one more devastating than the last, until with one final stroke, his cock swelling inside me, he—
My eyes roll back in my head as the walls of the meat locker are rent with the sound of our shared screams. I collapse into Charlotte’s pussy, her sweet nectar gushing onto my tongue while my cum spills in thick white spurts all over the tiled floor as Azrael finishes in me.
Charlotte pulls my face back up to her mouth, kissing me over and over as she whispers, “I knew you’d keep your promise.”
A shiver of dread runs down my spine as Death pulls out of me, his seed dripping from my freshly buggered arsehole onto the floor as he growls, “What promise?”