Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
B lood and ash. It laid before me on the ground like a grotesque version of the yellow brick road. Would it lead to someplace like the Emerald City? I hoped wherever it led, it was made of chocolate truffles and waffles.
I placed one foot in front of the other and followed the trail out of my bedroom. It led down the stairs, winding through the lower level and into the garage.
Before I left my room, I felt like I had been sitting in a movie theater inside my mind. It had been akin to watching my own personal movie reel, watching the highlights of my destruction. I could see my past executions vividly on replay, Nico’s face magnified to a point I could count his eyelashes, and through the foggy outside lens of my eyes, I had seen my three guys.
Now, drawn to following this swath of deep red and dull gray, I looked several feet ahead.
Rook walked backward with his eyes solely focused on mine. His hazel eyes were dark with power as his hand waved back and forth like he was painting the air. Part of me innately felt like I should be aware of what he was doing, but there was an intense mental block that prevented me from connecting the dots.
The path I followed beckoned my attention once more, the most beautiful shade of crimson beneath my feet shone like it had been freshly spilled. The cool ash was an alluring contrast to the warmth the blood portrayed.
My focus intensified on the forged path that became my mind’s obsession to the point I no longer noticed Rook’s presence.
It was unclear how long I followed my mind’s obsession. At one point, I was certain that I wasn’t walking at all yet still moving forward. The oddity of the sensation didn’t bother me; it felt like there was a cloak of safety surrounding me the entire time. There was no fear and no worry; there was only focus.
When the trail stopped, so did I. Looking around, there was nothing. No sounds, no movements, and no light. It reminded me of what sleep used to be like before the nightmares.
Fingers intertwined with my right hand, but I couldn’t see them.
Then, the same thing happened to my left hand but slightly different.
A gentle warmth cupped either side of my face, with a soft breeze gracing my lips.
“Angel,” Atlas’s voice echoed in the dark. “Focus on what you feel right now, in this very moment.”
Both my hands squeezed around the phantom fingers they laced with, making them even more tangible.
“Good girl,” Sy’s voice caressed my right ear, providing praise that filled my need to know I was right where I should be.
Next, it was Rook’s British accent that I recognized that came to my left ear. “Are you ready, love? Just let yourself fall, and we’ll catch you.”
Gradually, my vision began to clear, and my surroundings revealed themselves. First, it was just the unremarkable color of the walls. Then, the basic furniture appeared, followed by some personal decorations. All of which I didn’t recognize.
It was like having layer after layer peeled back, revealing one piece of the puzzle at a time. The last of the components around me were my three men.
Atlas stood directly in front of me, holding my face firmly in his grasp. His sky-grey hues stared deeply into my eyes, and this overwhelming sense of humanity tugged at my chest. It almost bordered on oppressive, like pulses of pure sunlight coming from his palms.
Rook and Sy stood on either side of me, with each of them bearing a different expression. It seemed my archangel was under the strain of tension, visible by the crease in his forehead and the tightness of his jaw. As for my trickster demon, he was a vision of optimism and safety.
The one thing they had in common was the way they held me. Each of them had one hand wrapped around one of my own and the other resting on the small of my back. On its face, it may have looked like they were lowkey keeping me hostage, but there were only gentle and soothing movements in how they maintained their connection with me.
“Where are we?” I asked curiously, my eyes trying to recognize something other than the occupants of this place.
With a firm squeeze to my hand, Rook spoke up. “One of my humble getaways. I use it sparingly when my work leaves me feeling depleted.”
“It’s safe here. You’ll be safe with us,” Sylas stated with such certainty that you would have thought he added mindreading to his list of abilities.
“How are you feeling?” Atlas asked, his thumb stroking over my cheekbone to coax my attention back to him.
For such a simple question, I found myself unsure. I maintained the silence for a little while, not feeling any ounce of pressure from the three men to answer.
After a little while, my lips parted as I spoke up. “I feel like my body and mind have been pushed through a blender.”
A faint hint of apprehension laced Sy’s voice as he asked his question. “And the voices?”
Atlas and Rook attempted to mask their nervous tension, but the palms of their hands failed them. A slight uptick in heat and moisture collected across the surface of their touch and further validated that everyone here was on edge.
Listening intently, the only noticeable thing was the sound of each of their breaths coming and going lightly.
They really must think you’re crazy. I bet they’re ready to subdue you at any minute. The demon tricked you here, the archangel is prepared to strike you down, and your long-lost lover is trying to instill the fragility of humanity inside you. Don’t they know who you are? You’re ? —
Promptly, I silenced the thoughts of the Devil by erecting a sky-high mental barrier reinforced by the sensation of having each of my men physically in contact with me.
Turning my head to look at Sy, the strain of shutting out the mental maelstrom must have been visible by the creases on my forehead from the struggle inside me.
“There, but not nearly as loud.” My confession held the weight of my honesty no matter what judgment may come to me for it.
But judgment didn’t come. Instead, Atlas dropped one hand to the side of my neck as he buried his face against the other side. His breath fanned out in a heavy heat against my skin. Using his mouth, he hungrily lapped at my flesh, hitting all the sensitive spots from just below my jaw down to the junction where my neck met my shoulder.
My eyes fluttered for a moment at his sudden, delightful assault. As my lips parted slightly, an appreciative moan slipped out of me.
Sy’s hand on my lower back glided up to the back of my head, fisting my hair with a firm tug so my head was tilted back. He brought his mouth to my ear and whispered, “We’re going to make you scream so loud, you’ll forget all about the voices, Kin.” With that, he nipped my ear, giving it a playful tug with his teeth.
Under the spell of my two angels, it became increasingly difficult to focus on who did what. Add Rook to the mix, and I was fucked. Literally, from the way that things were going.
Releasing my hand, the dark-haired demon slid down my side. His fingers reached under the oversized T-shirt I had on and hooked his fingers onto my panties. In one firm tug, he yanked them down my legs until they ended up around my ankles.
“Let’s see how well you handle us, love,” he challenged as he used both hands to rub up my leg, starting at my ankle. His touch moved with a taunting slowness as he drew closer to my upper thigh.
I grabbed a handful of Rook’s stylishly messy black locks to steady myself as my heart gallopped in my chest. Sylas still held my other hand, though he made it clear he had other plans for it. Unlacing his fingers from mine, he pressed my hand to the front of his jeans.
A rough groan rumbled into my ear from Sy. “You feel that? That’s my cock aching for your touch.”
Within moments of feeling his throbbing erection begging for freedom against his zipper, he released my hair and opened his pants to give me full access. I dove right in, my hand seeking out his dick.
As I began to stroke his thick length, Atlas drew my attention back to him as his mouth sought mine out. It was a powerful claim filled with passion as his tongue speared against mine.
Things escalated quickly from there. Rook shifted behind me, his fingers came between my legs, sliding them along my slit until he circled over my clit.
I cried out from the first jolt of pleasure, and my guardian angel drank it down with his mouth clamped over mine.
My hand squeezed tighter on Sylas’s dick while stroking every hard inch with a hasty need. His hand came over the top of mine as he slowed my efforts down.
“Don’t rush me, Kin. I want to savor every moment of this,” he said before releasing a deep moan.
Atlas finally relinquished my mouth and pulled back with a satisfied grin.
“You ready to let us save you, angel?”
Before I could respond, Rook’s fingers left my clit and dipped two digits into the tight heat of my pussy. My knees quivered underneath me as I shouted out my moan.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!”
Rook pumped his fingers into me several times, each movement sending sparks of pleasure from my core throughout the rest of my body.
“We’re going to put this soaking wet cunt to work.” He chuckled before lifting the bottom of the shirt I wore to uncover my ass and give it a sudden bite. I trembled and stumbled forward right against Atlas’s chest.
Every part of my body was ready to come undone as the three of them surrounded me. Within moments, they were all trying to get their share of me as we moved over to the edge of the bed located a few feet behind Atlas.
Atlas pulled me away from Sy’s cock so he could strip me out of the shirt, leaving me fully exposed and ready for them to adore my body.
Rook’s arm wrapped around my waist from behind as his fingers slipped out of me. It wasn’t long before one finger slid back to the puckered entrance between my ass cheeks. Using the lubrication from my arousal, he slowly pushed one finger into my backdoor.
The breach into my ass felt good as he gradually stretched my body around his finger, pulling a groan of approval from me.
During the time Rook worked my body, preparing it for what was undoubtedly coming, I panted and watched Atlas and Sy removing their clothes. Each of them feasted their eyes on me as I squirmed in the demon’s hold.
A second finger pressed into my ass, working me open even more. My body trembled at the increasing fullness that combined sensations of pleasure with the edge of discomfort.
“Rook.” I moaned out his name as he scissored his fingers inside my ass.
Satisfied with my responsiveness to his touch, he slowly slid his fingers in and out of me.
“Love, it feels like your pretty ass wants more. It wants to be wrapped around a cock until it’s all filled up with cum, doesn’t it?” His fingers pushed into me knuckle-deep to drive his point home.
With a heavy gasp, my body shivered with pleasure as I emphatically nodded at him.
Atlas and Sy climbed onto the bed, both kneeling on top of the mattress with their cocks at full attention.
Atlas had an intensity burning in his eyes as his hand worked over his long member. “Is Rook getting your ass nice and ready for me, Kinley?”
Rook wiggled his fingers within my tight muscle so that I could only moan out my reply.
Amusement spread over Atlas’s face, and Sy merely grunted before speaking up firmly, “Rook, get your ass on the bed already.”
Chuckling, Rook pulled his fingers from my ass. I whimpered at the loss of fullness.
“Let’s not get hasty. If you want some of this, I have two hands, Sy.”
I could hear the smirk in Rook’s words, which were not appreciated by Sylas, given the scowl on his face.
Lightly tapping my ass with his hand, Rook stepped away from my backside. The sound of clothes shifting and falling to the floor followed.
He dove onto the bed, his body landing between Atlas and Sy, and he rolled onto his back with his pierced cock at full mast. The ladder of barbells on the underside of his shaft glinted in the room’s lighting.
What a hell of a sight: two angels flanking a demon while all of them were gloriously naked. And they were all mine.
“Your turn, Kin,” Sy ordered as he extended a hand toward me.
Taking my bossy archangel’s hand, I climbed onto the bed.
Sylas tugged me in close to him, where he firmly drew me into a commanding kiss filled with all-encompassing desire. Before he broke away, he sucked on my lower lip with a dark grin.
His thumb brushed over my lower lip. “Let’s see how sexy that mouth of yours looks when you’re moaning around my cock.”
Rook reached over, pulling on my wrist to guide me over to him. I straddled his waist, and his hands immediately began to palm both of my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
Atlas shifted so he was kneeling behind me, his hands coming to settle on the dip of my waist.
“Kinley, let me see you take Rook’s cock. I want to see how it looks as your cunt swallows him up.” He squeezed my waist while pushing down on my hips to guide me onto Rook’s dick.
The Prince Albert piercing at Rook’s tip was the first thing I felt at my entrance. I bit my lower lip as I lowered myself down slowly, drawing out my pleasure. The head of his cock speared into me, and I moaned as each rung of his ladder notched inside my pussy, one after the other, dragging along my inner walls.
It was Atlas who increased pressure on the last two rungs and made sure I was fully seated on Rook. My body was on fire with need, and my hips began to drive over Rook’s cock feverishly. I craved pleasure now more than ever.
Rook groaned, giving my breasts a firm squeeze before his hands dropped to the tops of my thighs. His hips pressed up into my core, bucking deeper into my body.
Sy shifted his position so that he knelt over Rook’s face. I caught a subtle excitement in the trickster’s eyes at his current point of view, looking at a pair of balls that weren’t his own.
I bent over, presenting my ass to Atlas while bringing my mouth closer to Sy’s dick dripping with precum.
“That’s a good girl, knowing that she has three cocks to please now,” Sylas murmured.
My lips parted, and Sylas fed himself to me, pushing his length into the heat of my mouth. He grunted as his hand came to the back of my head to keep me from pulling back before he was ready.
I sucked on Sy’s throbbing member, dragging my tongue along the sensitive underside of him. My moans vibrated against him making it evident that Ienjoyed the way he filled my mouth.
Atlas’s hands traveled down over my ass, spreading my cheeks apart.
“Mm, what a pretty hole you have, angel. I wish you could see what I see right now. I’m watching you fuck Rook, his piercings all shiny and wet from your sweet cunt. Now, I get to watch as your ass stretches around me.” I heard the sound of him spitting, which I assumed was him prepping his cock to slide into me.
Rook paused the movement of my hips momentarily, giving Atlas a chance to line himself up with the puckered hole that ached to be filled.
Feeling a tug on my long blonde hair, it prompted my eyes to look up at Sy.
“I want to see those baby blues, Kin. I want to see the look on your face as we all get to indulge in this divine body of yours,” he said, his voice full of excitement and heavy with the pleasure of my mouth wrapped around him.
No sooner had he uttered those words to me, Atlas pushed his hips forward and gently nudged himself into the entrance of my behind. To say the feeling exceeded expectations was an understatement.
It wasn’t just the physical fullness, but it was something far deeper. Something like unadulterated bliss, like a fate that had been millennia in the making. The three of them must have felt it, too. It was like the chambers of a lock finally lining up, allowing for something intense to fill the space.
Atlas’s fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, his body trembling as he continued to push forward, each hard inch of him demanding my walls to fit around him and increasing the pressure on Rook’s cock buried deep in my pussy.
The deep vibration of Atlas’s groan ran through him so intensely that I felt the remnants of it. I heaved out heavy breaths around Sy’s cock; he was losing his tightly wound control, his hips making shallow thrusts into my mouth.
As for Rook, he was my wild card, his hips pistoning into me from below. “Love,” he said, his voice gravelly from the lustful strain on his body. “I’m going to be pushed to my limits real quick,” he warned.
I was a shaking mess as each of them coordinated their movements that somehow created a smooth rhythm of ongoing pleasure swelling up towards the upper echelons of ecstasy just on the horizon.
Initially, I thought Rook had been worried about popping off too early inside me when he talked about his limits. That quickly changed when his hands grasped onto my forearms and his human facade slipped away little by little. His fingers and nails elongated slightly with a hint of a midnight blue that bordered on black.
My screams of allowing myself to be taken in such a dynamic way elevated my body’s response to each of their cocks. In turn, it benefited all of us as my body clung to each man claiming a space within my body.
Sy now fucked my face with enough force to pound away at the back of my throat. The watering of my eyes grew to the point that the salty liquid rolled over the edge of my lower lids.
An aggressive sound came from Sylas above me; it sounded like a growl chasing back a moan.
“Rook, you’re goddamn lucky that Kinley’s mouth feels as good as it does wrapped around my dick right now. You lick my balls again, and I will wash your filthy demon mouth out.” He gritted the warning out between his ragged breaths.
The sheer notion that Rook had been getting a taste of Sy’s sac was too much for my mind to handle. It pulled me right down over the edge of my release as I saw what felt like the entire universe burst behind my eyelids.
With three pairs of hands steadying me, I wasn’t even sure I had control of myself. I came hard enough that I was certain that there would be a puddle left behind.
Atlas drove his cock into my ass hard enough that it filled the air with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Fuck, angel! Your ass is going to milk my cock dry!” he exclaimed right before he yelled and bottomed out, his balls tight against me as his cock exploded his release into me.
That prompted a chain reaction as Rook gasped, and his hips needily thrust up into me as he unleashed his heated black seed. He cursed in several languages before his mouth sounded as muffled as my own.
Just before Sy blew his load of cum into my mouth, he rasped out, “D-don’t… swallow.”
I was barely aware enough to heed his order as my mouth began to fill with sticky seed that painted the small space.
Sy pulled free from my mouth, backing up slightly so he no longer hovered over Rook’s panting form.
“Open up,” my archangel said as he made eye contact with me.
Doing as I was told, I showed him my mouthful of his cum, getting a proud smile from him.
“Look at you behaving for me,” he said as two of his fingers swiped up some of the cum pooling inside my mouth.
His gaze shifted down to Rook with a stern yet heated look. “You, on the other hand, don’t know how to behave yourself.”
Taking his fingers coated in his release from my mouth, Sy didn’t give him a chance to respond before I witnessed him shoving them into Rook’s mouth.
“I told you I’d wash your damn mouth out.”