33. Gabe
Alexa play: When You Say My Name by Chandler Leighton
I didn’t go home.
I returned to the VIP booth and drank while I watched Shemhazai flirt with every man, woman, and creature that he could get his perfect hands on.
By my fifth drink, I was so distraught I could barely see straight.
I’d undone the first few buttons on my shirt, as my clothing was feeling suffocating, and I’d run my hands through my hair more times than I could count.
The booze here was stronger than mortal liquor, and I could tell it was having an effect on Shemhazai as he danced with that same male witch he had been flirting with earlier.
My eyes tracked the man’s hands as they ran sensually down Shem’s chest, his fingers massaging him gently as they moved.
Bile flooded my mouth as Shemhazai leaned into it, smirking up at the other man and grinding his hips into him with the beat of the music.
My fingers itched for my scepter, and I found myself wondering what the man’s brains would look like splattered across the fucking dancefloor .
Skoll and Fenrir appeared, flopping down on the couch on either side of me and helping themselves to the bottomless drinks at our table.
“You’re looking haggard, raven,” Skoll sneered, taking a big sip from something sparkly and purple as Fenrir sidled up on my other side.
“I’m fine,” I snapped.
Fenrir laughed. “You’re not, but if it makes you feel better to lie, by all means.”
They followed my gaze to Shemhazai, who was now making out with that fucking witch on the dancefloor. I squeezed my drink so hard that the glass literally exploded in my grip.
“Fuck!” I barked, shaking my hand out to dislodge the small pieces of glass that had embedded themselves in my fingers.
“Ah, yes. Shemhazai has that effect on people.” Fenrir chuckled, absently handing me a napkin to dab up the blood and booze that was now dripping from my hands.
“You’re not in love with him, are you?” Skoll asked, his brown eyes shining with mirth.
I glared at him, not dignifying that with a response.
“He is!” Fenrir roared, throwing his head back in laughter. “You poor bastard.”
“Being in love with Shemhazai is the most tragic thing that could happen to a person. Wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy,” Skoll said, leaning back onto the couch next to me.
All three of us watched as the witch shoved his tongue into Shemhazai’s mouth while they continued to grind on the dancefloor.
I was so fucking angry I was almost blind.
I was fucking shaking .
Skoll dropped his hand onto my thigh, and I jumped, ripping my gaze away from the painful sight in front of me to look at the guardian to my right.
His soft hair had tumbled into his eyes, and he was smiling at me with that same devilish grin he’d given me at Hecate’s.
“Seems like you’re free for the evening,” he said, and it took my rage-drunk mind a second to realize that he was hitting on me.
Fenrir slid a hand up my other thigh, and I started again, glancing over at him to find an almost identical look on his face .
“Did you enjoy being with twins?” he asked, and I frowned.
I was too fucking drunk for this.
Though, my body reacted positively to the way each of them were stroking me, their fingers creeping higher and higher until they were each brushing either side of my cock. I felt myself swell at their touch, and my heart rate sped up.
“I’m not—” I was about to say I wasn’t interested, but…
I glanced back out on the dancefloor to find Shemhazai fisting the witch’s hair and firmly controlling his head as he devoured his mouth.
If he didn’t care about me, what did it matter if I fucked these two?
“Come on, raven. You’re clearly not exclusive… After that little taste you gave us earlier, we can tell you would be a lot of fun. If we’re going against the god of fucking war tomorrow, we might as well have a good time tonight.”
My mind was reeling. I was drunk, hurt, and angry, and when Skoll rubbed his hand firmly over my now-straining cock, I groaned.
He wasn’t Shemhazai, but fuck, it felt good when he touched me…
Maybe this was what I needed to feel better.
I leaned back and draped my arms over the back of the couch, spreading my legs wider and raising my eyebrows at Skoll.
“Come here,” I growled, punctuating my demand with a casual flick of my fingers.
Skoll smirked like he’d just gotten exactly what he wanted, and he leaned over me, brushing his lips gently against mine.
Fenrir took over, rubbing my cock through my pants as I breathed in his brother’s scent.
“Fuck…” I hissed, rolling my hips up into Fenrir’s hand, and he chuckled next to me, leaning in close as well.
Fenrir traced his nose up the column of my neck as Skoll continued to hover just over my lips.
“You just going to sit there, or are you going to do something before I fuck your brother instead?” I hissed against him, and he grinned, closing the distance between us.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I snatched it up, sucking him deep into me as Fenrir nipped my earlobe, sending my entire body into a sheet of chills .
I ground up into Fenrir’s hand as he rubbed me more firmly, and I moaned into his brother’s mouth.
Fuck yeah. That felt fucking good.
I bit Skoll’s tongue to get it out of my mouth so I could speak just as Fenrir began to nibble down the side of my neck, his hot breath turning my drunk mind to mush.
“Take my cock out. You can take turns again,” I growled. Skoll moved to obey like the good dog he was when a cold voice cut through the air.
“What’s going on over here?”
All three of us froze, turning to find Shemhazai standing in the booth, watching us with a blank expression on his face.
“We were just showing your boy here a good time.” Fenrir hummed as he continued to stroke me over my pants.
“Is that so?” Shemhazai purred, his gaze dropping to my crotch. He watched as Fenrir rubbed me, and Skoll chuckled.
“Mhmm. We were just about to suck him, care to watch the show?”
Shem glanced at Skoll, his eyes narrowing imperceptibly, and I frowned at the clear flash of rage that darkened his features.
Turning back to face me, Shemhazai raised an eyebrow, and I stared at him, intentionally rolling my hips into Fenrir’s hand again.
“I thought I told you to go home, little bird,” Shem said, his voice low and quiet.
I shrugged, giving him a cold look.
“Didn’t feel like it.”
Shem’s pupils blew, and his lips formed a hard line.
“Leave us,” Shem snapped at the twins.
Skoll chuckled. “You’re not our master. If we want to suck off your little friend, we will.”
There was a long beat of silence, and suddenly, the air around us felt heavy with the weight of Shem’s fury.
Shemhazai moved so fast that I nearly missed it. In seconds, Skoll was against the wall with Shem’s hand crushing his throat so hard I heard his windpipe crack.
Fenrir pulled away from me, but I grabbed his wrist to keep him where he was .
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” I snapped at him, and he made a low whining sound in the back of his throat as Shemhazai continued to silently crush his brother’s throat.
“Keep going,” I ordered, and Fenrir submitted, though the mood was no longer filled with lust, and his heart clearly wasn’t in it.
He was too worried about his brother. I watched Shemhazai tighten his grip on Skoll’s throat further, and the dog whimpered and whined in pain as he thrashed against the wall.
“I said to leave us,” Shemhazai hissed before dropping the guardian to the ground and spinning back to face me.
Satisfaction welled in my chest as Shem realized Fenrir was still touching me. He took in the way I was holding Fenrir’s wrist, forcing him to continue to stroke me, and Shem’s eyes narrowed further.
He looked at Fenrir and cocked his head to the side.
“If you value that hand, you will remove it from my property.”
A chill rolled through me at the quiet fury in Shemhazai’s tone, and this time, when Fenrir pulled away, I let him.
Fenrir rushed to his brother’s side, and I barely noticed as he helped Skoll up. The two of them quickly left the booth, but I didn’t care.
I was too engrossed in Shem’s murderous gaze.
“Well. Thanks for that,” I deadpanned, gesturing to my hard and aching cock. “Now I’m going to have to fucking deal with this myself.”
Suddenly, Shem was in front of me, looking down at me with so much anger in his eyes that my heart skipped a beat.
“You want to come, little bird?” he whispered, leaning forward so our noses were nearly touching.
“Yeah. It would be fucking nice,” I snarled. “Not sure what possessed you to come over here and interrupt me when I was about to get off.”
He narrowed his eyes on me and grabbed my jaw with his usual controlled violence.
“Allow me to oblige,” he hissed, using his other hand to undo my belt and then my pants.
“I didn’t think you were interested. You seemed to have your hands full with your little whore. ”
Something I couldn’t place flashed across his face as he worked his hand into my slacks, and I was barely able to control my satisfied groan as he wrapped his hand around my hot, throbbing cock.
He pulled me out and then spit in his hand before beginning to jack me in long, lazy strokes, his eyes never leaving mine.
I spread my legs further and thrust up into him, taking what I was owed. This was the least he could fucking do after what he put me through tonight. I was still so fucking pissed I could barely breathe.
He tightened his grip on my jaw as he milked me, pinching firmly at the base and drawing all the pleasure up my shaft to my tip.
“Let’s make something clear,” he growled. “This cock is mine.”
“Fuck you,” I spat, shoving down the intense feelings of pleasure he was drawing out of me. “You said I bored you. If I’m so fucking boring, why do you care who I fuck?”
Watching him process my words was almost more satisfying than the deep beat of ecstasy he was stroking out of my core.
I knew why he cared. It was the same reason I cared that he’d been fucking around with that random witch right in front of me.
He just wasn’t ready to admit it.
My balls grew heavier with each flick of his wrist, and my spine bowed as he gently rolled his hand over my throbbing tip.
I glanced down to watch him work me through hooded eyes, and my breath caught as he jerked me faster.
Fuck. No one felt as good as he did.
Whatever Fenrir and Skoll had done for me was dull in comparison. My flesh was alight with Shemhazai’s proximity. My fucking soul felt like it was trying to leave my body to get closer to his.
He was ruining me, and I was fucking letting him. For the first time since I met him, I hated it.
“It doesn’t matter if you bore me. You’re still mine, and you will fuck who I tell you to fuck or no one at all,” he finally snarled, and I let out a breathy laugh that turned into a groan, and he squeezed me again.
“No,” I growled.
“Excuse me?” I met his gaze head-on, letting him see how serious I was .
“I said fucking no, Shemhazai. I just spent the night watching you shove your tongue down another man’s throat. Do that to me again, and I’m fucking gone.”
It was brief, but a flicker of vulnerability crossed his face before his cold mask of fury replaced it.
He ran his hand up and down my shaft faster, his fingers digging harder into my jaw as he worked me.
Instead of responding to what I said, he dropped his gaze to stare at my cock as he stroked it.
He licked his lips as a bead of precum formed on my fat, aching tip, and I wished he would put it in his fucking mouth.
“You’re close,” he observed. It wasn’t a question, but I grunted a heady yes in response anyway.
“You gonna come for me, Gabriel? That’s what you wanted, right? You wanted to come?” He worked me harder, his spit-slick hand sending sparks of heat through my entire body.
“Fuck, yes ,” I arched as my orgasm hit me, my balls contracting almost painfully with the force of it.
Shem’s eyes glittered with triumph, and I realized too late that I’d played right into his twisted little paws.
The first spurt of cum erupted from my tip, and without warning, Shem plugged my slit with his thumb. My eyes widened as ecstasy immediately turned to agony.
I thrashed in his grip in an attempt to dislodge his hand as he prevented me from ejaculating, but he held me firmly in place, a sadistic, satisfied smile curling on his lips as he effectively ruined my orgasm.
“Take it, little bird. Take your punishment. Feel it. Does it hurt?”
“ Yes!” I whined, thrusting into his hand, desperate for relief.
“Yeah. I bet it does,” he growled as my cock buckled and throbbed fruitlessly in his punishing grip.
He kept me plugged through the entire thing, refusing to let me go until he was good and sure I wouldn’t get one ounce of pleasure from my climax.
Only when it was finally over did he relinquish his iron grip on both my face and my cock—and I wanted to fucking kill him.
He stepped back, straightening himself out and glancing down at me with a look of disdain.
“Remember your place,” he hissed before turning to leave .
I saw fucking red.
Before I could think about what I was doing, I had him against the wall by the throat. We were in a nearly identical position to the one he’d had Skoll in moments before.
I was snarling in his face like a rabid animal.
He didn’t fight me; he just smirked, his eyes still dark and angry but infuriatingly satisfied .
“Finally,” he purred. “A reaction from you.”
I narrowed my gaze on him and squeezed his throat harder, which only seemed to please him more.
“Careful, Shemhazai. Keep playing these games with me, and one day, you’ll find you’re playing them alone,” I spat before releasing him and spinning away.
“Don’t you walk away from me!” he hissed, and I glared at him over my shoulder as I did up my pants and straightened out the cuffs of my shirt.
“Why not? You do it to me all the time.”
Then I left him there because if I stayed, I was worried we would never come back from all the fucked up shit I wanted to do to him.