Chapter 30
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G rey curses softly beneath his breath, but doesn’t move.
My fingers are about to be crushed beneath the death grip Angel has on my hand.
“It’s lovely to be graced by your presence this evening, Posey. I’m so glad my brother could bring you to us and allow you to enjoy a glimpse of what we have to offer here at Lilith House.”
My heart pumps frantically. His brother? This does not feel like a welcome family reunion, and it now explains why the energy on our way here was so thickly entrenched in wave after wave of tension.
“Vitto.” The man to my left dips his chin in acknowledgment, but there’s no doubt Grey is bristling also.
“If you’ll allow me, I’d like to steal Miss Reed for just a moment and show her around.”
It isn’t a question. He’s not asking. Something twists inside my stomach and immediately makes me feel queasy at the thought of doing as he says, and the men on either side of me echo my inner turmoil .
“I think she’s just fine, right where she is,” Grey says.
I still can’t exactly make out the face of the man standing before us, but I see that gold ring flash again.
He hums to himself, clearly amused by both of their reactions.
“Of course, I’d hate to disturb your revelry tonight. I’ll leave you to enjoy the rest of the evening in that case. Angelo here can give our guest the tour. I know it’s been some years, but I’m sure you’ll remember where everything resides.”
Angel doesn’t move, doesn’t respond, nothing changes in his demeanor except that terrifying anger swarming around him like a hornet’s nest.
That seems to amuse the other man more.
“Always a pleasure, Greyson… and we’ll be seeing each other again, Posey.”
I don’t know what to make of this. How he knows me, or what he means by seeing me again , it’s all utterly confusing and disconcerting. Is he one of the people I’m supposedly selected by, and is this all a confirmation that I’m expected to join this place and take my position within their world?
Just when I think he might linger, the man whose face I didn’t even get to see vanishes into the depths of the tent.
“Fuck. I don’t care if we’re supposed to parade you around all night, we’re leaving.” Grey is on his feet and tugging my elbow instantly. It doesn’t take Angel even a second to do the same, and I really wish I could see his face, but the depths of shadows inside this tent are too skilled at hiding secrets, it would seem.
“What’s wrong?” I keep my voice as quiet as possible, hoping he can still hear me over the music.
“Don’t stop. Just get to the car.”
They’re moving almost too fast for me and I end up having to nearly jog in order to keep up with their long paces. Except, this time, Angel has me secured by his side, and his big palm shackles my wrist. This isn’t affection, it’s desperation, and I have a terrible, awful, gut-churning feeling growing, as we get closer to where the enormous vehicle lies in wait for us.
“Get in the backseat with him.” Grey opens the door and doesn’t look my way. It’s as if he’s on the lookout for something or someone, and I have to swallow thickly because I hadn’t noticed the knife. However, he already had his weapon poised and in one hand this entire time.
The sight of that deathly sharp metal, the palpable rage billowing off Angel, it all makes me pause.
“Angel’s not gonna hurt you, but right now, you need to just allow him to be completely not ok… before he winds up getting us all goddamn killed.”
I’ve never heard this tone in Grey’s voice before; he sounds close to losing it himself, and I’m almost shoved head-first into the open door so fast the world spins. Before I’ve managed to scramble to my hands and knees, doors have slammed, and locks seal with a thud, and Grey is already driving us away.
“Jesus Christ.” He scrubs a hand over his jaw, followed by thumping the steering wheel. “It would have to be that fucking asshole. I thought Lilith House had damn well erased him, not given him a ring and a seat on the council.”
I try to seek his eyes out in the rearview mirror, but he’s intent on getting us to safety, and besides, there’s a mountain of a figure trapped in close proximity to me that I’m not entirely sure how to handle right now. Just as Grey said, Angel would never harm me—of that I’m sure—but when I strain to catch his face through the inky blackness, all I see is the expression from that night when he was held captive by night terrors. His eyes are unseeing and lost somewhere in a realm that lies far beyond the metal and glass of this car, and my heart breaks for whatever connection this all has to his own family.
I never knew who mine were, and while some people might find that a terrible burden, sometimes it's better to know nothing at all.
“Heyyy, hey, Angel.” Acting on instinct, I climb onto his lap, with my knees straddling his hips, and wrap my arms around his neck. The floaty skirt of my dress fills damn near half this backseat, but it feels like we’re only tiny specks floating in this spot, trying to find a way to escape whatever memories are threatening to pull him under.
“I’m right here.” It’s all I’ve got to share with him, and it feels like such a pathetic offering, but it seems to work. He wraps both arms around my back and squeezes my body against his chest, letting my face nestle into the crook of his neck and simply melt into him.
God, I’m so lost to this man, even if there can’t ever be anything more than these stolen fragments of time to have him. Because even if I do escape the future I’m supposedly bound for, this is a world constrained by rules and secrets and power dynamics, the kind that will never tolerate these men taking what doesn’t belong to them in the eyes of the Anguis.
So all I can do is let Angel hold me so tight, clasped so firm against him, it’s like we’re going to sink to the bottom of the ocean together. At the same time as allowing my fingers to curl up into his hair, I keep breathing in deep lungfuls of his spiced, woodsy scent and warmth.
“I’m sorry. Whatever that was back there, I’m so sorry.” My lips mumble against the strong lines of his neck.
“Nothing you need to apologize for.” Grey’s voice comes from the front, sounding coarse and deadly. “Just a motherfucker who doesn’t deserve to still have breath left in his lungs.”
Angel tightens his hold on me. At least he’s here and present and doesn’t seem to have been entirely consumed by those demons clawing at him from the inside.
“Take a closer look beneath his beard, love. You’ll see a pretty little picture of what his brother is capable of. ”
I can’t see anything through the dark, but Angel helps me understand. One hand lifts off my lower back and comes around to catch my own. Beneath me, I feel him swallow before guiding my fingertips to his Adam’s apple. He has to press my touch to search beneath the scratch of his beard, but I feel the scar tissue almost immediately.
“He saved his own sister from that man and nearly lost his life in the process.”
Not knowing whether to gasp, cry, or insist that Grey turns this vehicle around so that I can find that asshole and plunge that knife into his stomach myself, I’m simply left in silence, stroking over the raised line that I’ve never noticed hidden there before.
“Your brother did this?”
Angel makes a rumbling sort of noise, and as he nods, I feel his nose graze my temple. He takes a long, steadying breath, allowing me to keep on gently brushing the front of his neck. How I wish so desperately that there was a way I could simply run a healing touch across that giant scar running straight across the front of his throat. A way to erase the evidence, rewind time, and undo the actions of his voice being taken.
“How long ago?” I let the question float in Grey’s direction.
“They were only kids… that psychopath murdered their parents in the middle of the night, and Angel was the only thing standing between him and the worst happening to their little sister. He would have slit her throat, too, but not before a whole lot of other foul shit he was intending to do.”
There’s no sense in asking why . I already know someone who is that perverted will only be after power and to take what they want, then find ways to hide amongst others who are equally as disgusting.
“I want to fucking kill him for hurting you,” I whisper, and shift my weight so that I can angle my head and kiss that spot. Tilting my mouth, I allow my lips to meet the scratch of his beard with the heat of my breath fanning against his Adam’s apple and under the strong line of his jaw.
The man beneath me freezes as that contact brushes against him in the dark, and I let all the rising emotions fully consume me. He doesn’t shove me off his lap or try to stop the way I’m intently running my tongue along the line that spans so much further than I realized at first. With every millimeter that my mouth discovers the full extent of his scar—where it sits ragged, edged, and raised against the rest of his throat—something is set alight inside me. A mix of emotions now exists, colliding into a vortex of bloodthirsty vengeance and desire to show this man how much he means to me after such a short space of time.
It’s both of them, all of them I feel inexplicably drawn to, but especially Angel in this moment. After everything he’s done for me, I’ve been given the faintest hint of how much suffering he’s been through.
“You keep this hidden, but I’m glad you’ve allowed me to see.” My mouth keeps working over the front of his neck, and I can’t help the need that starts racing through me. Beneath my tongue, I can trace his pulse, feel every rasp of his beard, and taste that slight tang of salt as I lick his skin.
His hands find my hips and drag me tighter against his groin, grinding me over his lap, and I let out a soft whimper of need. God, I want to find some kind of release for all of us after the tension and unknown we just walked headfirst into.
“Grey…” I murmur against the heated skin of the man beneath me, trying to keep my head long enough to figure out how we’re going to navigate this, because I don’t think I can wait until we make the drive all the way back to the Noire estate, but there’s no telling where we are. How far do we need to go in order to be in relative safety and seclusion?
“What do you need, love?” His voice is throaty and dips low in a way that sends a shiver rippling through me .
“I—I want to make you feel good, Angel.” This is where I don’t know how deep into this we’re allowed to sink. Everything we’ve done so far has been on their terms, and even though I’m consumed with a desperate sense of needing them both, it’s going to feel a thousand times worse if they turn around now and deny me.
“Little flower… don’t pretend like you don’t know what to do. Let him have your mouth.” Grey issues his command from the front seat, making heat pool low in my stomach, and I do exactly that. There’s more than enough room for me to slide off his lap and kneel on the seat beside him. It’s quick and desperate as I fumble for his waistband, battling the darkness and movement of the vehicle. But Angel doesn’t try to push me away. Instead, he lets his big palms roam across my bare shoulders and arms, gliding up the back of my neck and leaving tracks of goosebumps flying everywhere beneath his exploring touch.
It’s like both of our senses of sight have been taken away, and right now, there’s nothing but curious, needy fingertips to guide us amidst the rapid thud of my pulse and panting breaths filling the confines of the backseat.
As soon as his cock is freed, I’m a desperate, needy creature, aching to take him into my mouth. The memory of exactly what it was like to have his length filling my throat sends my body into an immediate spiral of pleasure. He’s so big, and those piercings are a familiar path to lick along from the base of him right to the tip and the corresponding way his fingers tighten in my hair is absolutely everything.
This solemn, silent mountain of a man has spent so much time taking care of me, I’m lost to the need to do the same for him.
“Jesus. I can hear how sloppy you are.” As I wrap my lips around his crown and swallow as much of him as possible, I hear Grey sounding pained as he keeps driving. “Be as loud and nasty for me. Let me hear every inch you’re sucking and drooling over.”
God, his filthy mouth instructing me on what he wants, and the tang of Angel’s precum mixed with the metallic rub of those barbells against my tongue, it all sweeps me away as I keep working up and down.
“I bet he’s being gentle with you… show our boy just how much of a slut for his cock you are. Don’t just lick at it, make sure he’s properly taken care of.”
Well, shit. Grey knows exactly how to take this moment and skyrocket the intensity of my efforts because I’m pushing harder to swallow as much of him as possible. Even though this angle makes it almost impossible without gagging and drooling and making a fucking mess. Except, I know that’s precisely what Grey needs to hear from the front seat, and with eye-watering effort, I try to let my throat relax and close around Angel’s head. Each time I do it, I feel his hips shift, I feel his fingers tighten in my hair, and I feel the way he chases that sensation in the shudder of his slight thrust up into my mouth.
While I understand the gentleness in him, I also crave the domineering side of this man I’ve had the briefest of glimpses of in our moments together. Especially back on that first night when Angel showed me exactly how forceful he could be.
Heat and arousal and slickness pool between my thighs as my pussy throbs in anticipation of having him. Of having both of them.
“ Fffuck. Your own little whore to take care of your cock, while you get to sit in that backseat like a goddamn king, hmmm?”
Above me, I hear a grunting, guttural sort of noise coming from Angel’s abdomen.
The vehicle veers to one side, and gravel sprays beneath the tires as Grey is suddenly a man with only one intention in mind. Which sends a renewed pulse straight to my clit, because, thank god, he’s decided we’re doing this right here and now.
“Angel, you’re gonna have to move your ass. Up against the door. Our slutty little flower can ride you and wrap you tight inside her wet pussy.” I’ve still got a mouthful of his dick when those words not only leave me whimpering muffled noises of just how good that sounds, but Angel’s length throbs on my tongue.
The wet pop as I draw back off him is almost obscene in such a small space, and it already feels like the temperature has shot up by a hundred degrees. However, there’s no time for thinking because the man in front of me repositions himself to wedge his back up against the door, sitting upright and dragging me with him. Now that we must be out of the dense coverage of forest and those hills, a slice of moonlight drifts through the window, illuminating the cramped space a little. Enough for me to be left licking my lips at the mouth-watering sight gleaming before me, where those metal rungs stand erect and proud, and the sheen of my saliva coats him.
“There had better still be a goddamn medical kit in here—” Grey mutters to himself while rummaging in the glove compartment, and then slams it shut before climbing between the seats to join us.
As he does so, I catch sight of the small tube clenched in his fist.
“You’re ok with this being quick and dirty, love? A fuck on the side of the road gonna get you off?” The man behind me presses up against my spine, and his hands are already seeking out what lies beneath the layers of delicate fabric.
Keeping my eyes on Angel, I nod quickly, and while Grey’s words aren’t sweet or endearing, it’s a testament to him that he checks in… even if it’s in his own unique way that coats my skin in a shiver of anticipation .
Turns out I’m more than a little addicted to being used by these men.
His wicked fingers ruck up the hem of my dress, dragging along my upper thighs until he reaches the seam of my panties.
“What do you want, big guy? Panties on, or off?” As he says those sinful words, I feel Grey tug and pull the material from the back so that it draws tight against my aching clit. The force of that lewd action rocks my body, leaving me gasping and clinging tighter to Angel’s broad shoulders in order to steady myself.
There’s no need for words to explain what happens next; both men have their hands beneath my dress, tugging roughly to expose what they require access to. Feeling their hurry to simply get inside me leaves my body flushed and writhing with a wave of arousal so intense it catches me off guard.
Angel doesn’t waste any time. He hooks the fabric covering my pussy with his thick fingers, using the front of my panties for leverage to drag me over the tip of his cock. With the other hand he guides himself to notch at my entrance.
“ Mmmfuck . That’s it. Fuck yourself down over all those fancy bits of metal like the perfect little slut for him.”
Behind me, Grey is busy coating my ass in lube, but I can hardly keep focus on the overwhelming sensation because I have to work myself down and down and down in order to take Angel. My slickness coats him, and those piercings enter one by delicious one, leaving me whimpering with each new hit of pleasure they bring with them as they rub against my channel.
The man at my back holds tight to my underwear and dress, the material cuts into my skin from being pulled to one side, but it’s so fucking hot knowing they want this—that they’re as desperate to have me as I am for both of them—the small amount of burn from where it pinches my thigh and hip doesn’t fucking matter.
With his other hand, he works the lube and slowly increases pressure in small circles over the tight ring and nerve endings. All the memories of how this felt so good with them last time lure me out of my head and allow me to simply dissolve.
I might not have known what to expect that night when we were in almost this exact same position, but now I know these men. While the truth dangles in my awareness that I’ve fallen into the deepest depths of trouble where my heart and complicated feelings regarding them are concerned, I just want to give myself over to this.
Even if it’s exactly as Grey says. A quick and dirty fuck in the cramped confines of this backseat, with windows steaming up and my whimpers filling the night.
“Lean forward more, little flower. We gotta have enough room to do this properly. I’m gonna try not to crush you, but there’s not much space.” Grey encourages me with a nudge against my spine to sink against Angel’s broad chest, and I’m so damn hungry for him that I can’t think clearly. My mouth fastens straight back on that spot on his scarred neck with ravenous intent. I’m every inch a sloppy mess of licking and mouthing and running my tongue along the evidence of his past trauma that I feel compelled to suck out of him.
If I could draw it all out like poison and swallow it down, I would.
Angel sinks his fingers into the fleshy part of my hips and pins me to him, rocking me back and forth while I’m fully impaled on his thick length. He’s so fucking deep, and that hits a magic spot inside me, winding the coil tighter with each grind of my clit over his lower abs and scattering of hair.
“Oh god—oh god.” My words are muffled, wanton gasps.
Just as Grey starts to press forward and begin working two fingers inside me, the wave crashes, leaving me shaking and clamping down around Angel’s cock with all my moans poured directly into the curve of his throat.
“Good fucking girl.” The man behind me is being careful to prep me, but I’m lust-soaked and greedy and start arching my spine as much as I can to encourage him to go faster.
That leaves him chuckling darkly at my back.
“Squeezing both of us like the filthy little thing you are.” His voice is raspy with his own desire, and while I’m busy regaining sensation in my limbs, I feel his fingers disappear, pulling back, followed by more cool gel. “Ready for both of us?”
“Yes. Please. Please .” There’s no shame in how eager I am for them. I’m beyond trying to fucking hide it or fight it. This needs to happen right now.
Even if there’s a fractured moment, just a split second when my brain seizes on the idea that something—someone—would make this more perfect, because I already know what it’s like to be in almost this exact position and be able to take that third elusive figure into my mouth and be blissed out and perfectly filled.
Although I can’t think about that, I don’t want to spend any of these precious seconds wasting time on him . Not when I’ve got two men who are twisting me up in a spiral of pleasure that soars higher and higher with each minute we’re clinging to one another like this.
The fat head of Grey’s cock presses against my ass, and we both make a feral noise as the tip of him breaches that ring of muscle for the first time. “Holy fuck. You’re gonna have to breathe for me, relax, and bear down, ok? I’m gonna go as slow as I can, but just stay here, stay focused on how good Angel’s massive dick feels filling your tight little pussy.”
With each one of those filthy words, I feel the resistance melt. He keeps murmuring deliciously wicked things about using me and sharing me, and each hypnotic word keeps wrapping me up in that special kind of magic only Grey can weave.
Pleasure races through my limbs when he gradually works his way inside, shifting carefully forward the entire time.
Eventually, we’re all joined, and I’m panting, my fingers clutching Angel so tight I don’t know if I’ve left claw marks down the sides of his neck.
All I want to do is kiss him. I want to bring our mouths together and feel his tongue glide against mine. While we might be chasing pleasure in so many other ways, the intimacy of being pressed against him like this, with Grey sinking deep inside me, is almost too much.
“Oh, god,” I whine. “It’s—I feel so full.”
At my back, Grey groans deeply, and I feel it vibrate right along my spine. “Fuck. You’re the hottest little hole, little flower. I forgot how damn tight you squeeze me.”
My arms wrap tighter around the back of Angel’s neck, and we’re so close now. With Grey starting to shift behind me, withdrawing and then pushing forward, it brings me level with him, and our breath mingles in the tiny sliver of space. In the moonlight, his mouth is all I can focus on. His lips capture my gaze and I have to bite down on my own to prevent myself from simply losing my head entirely.
Grey’s mouth is right at my ear as he pushes inside, sliding all the way to the hilt, rocking the three of us together. He knows. He always fucking knows, this man.
“He won’t kiss you, love. Not because he doesn’t want to… I can tell you now, Angel would burn the world for one goddamn taste of your pretty little mouth, but he can’t...” As he says the words that leave my pulse thudding harder with each small shift of his hips against my ass, he braces one palm against the car window and uses the other to run his fingers in a line straight up my sternum, finally coming to rest over my heart. “Because this thing right here becomes involved, and we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
I’m gasping as another climax looms over me, and these two men continue to fill me and grab hold of my every last ounce of awareness beyond the limits of anything I thought possible before knowing them. Before all this, before these men, my fantasies of pleasure were just that. Fantasies . Now, here they are, giving me exactly what I’d always wanted. It’s cruel irony really, how I know without a shadow of a doubt that I don’t want this with anyone else.
I’m unable to wrench my stare from Angel’s lips, imagining how it would feel to crash our mouths together, and I know this isn’t just about the physical release. On some level, yes, they’re experts at giving me that exquisite rush of pleasure, but it’s so much more.
“It would be safe with me.” My whisper drops past my parted lips on a soft moan, as the sweep of my next orgasm threatens to consume me.
His heart would be guaranteed safety, because he’s already got mine in return.