10 Ariuk
Ariuk
My brain flew out the window as soon as his touch seared my skin.
Nick’s lips were on mine in an instant. I didn’t even know what this feeling was, just the knowledge that I needed more of it.
Pleasure flooded my senses as I gave into the sensation, knowing that none of this shit was angelic in the slightest. The raw hunger for Wrath, one of the seven sins, not only didn’t make sense, I was having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I was lip-locked with a demon.
Sure, I had complained about how angels conducted business upstairs but this? This was worse than snagging a human from the club. This was downright sinful and still, I clung to him like he was my lifeforce, supping from his lips as he demanded my submission.
However, I still hated him, hated this entire situation Dante had put me in, that Uriel had forced me into. Right now, though, the only thing I could think of was Nick’s taste as he thrust his tongue into my mouth.
He pulled back just enough for his breath to hit my lips. “Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
Something savage flashed across his face before his mouth crashed back onto mine.
I wasn’t interested in giving him anything that easily.
Giving into the temptation, I fought him back, nipping at his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood until he was yelling into the kiss.
He threw me down onto the couch, the cushions sucking me in against my will as he mounted my waist, grinding his hips against mine.
A wanton moan slipped from my lips as his cock edged against the apex of my thighs, Nick’s expression heating up at the sound.
I was pretty sure I heard Luc shouting a few obscenities but I was too far gone, my mind clouded with lust and desire.
All I could see was Nick. His mouth, his hands, the way his body pressed into mine until everything else in the room blurred around him.
The only thing I needed was this beautiful demon inside of me to soothe the ache between my legs. Luc’s voice sounded muffled, as if from a distance.
“Nick, slow down before you break the fucking couch.”
Don’t you worry, I thought, smirking wickedly through the kiss. I’ll be focusing on you next.
Nick seemed to be just as consumed as I was as he ripped at my clothes, attaching his lips to my neck all over again.
The completeness that came with being trapped beneath him and knowing that Luc was watching made it hotter, the need to have him inside me making me whine for more.
I didn’t have to think or decide what came next.
His weight, his hands, the way he crowded every inch of space around me let me surrender to the feeling without having to control any of it.
Nick had partially shifted, his claws scraping across my stomach and my inner thigh as my clothes were shredded to tatters, exposing my soft flesh.
Angel sex was never this primal but I fucking loved the urgency that Nick was working with.
I scratched and clawed at his clothes, too.
If only I had my own fucking claws! I shouldn’t have worried though when he ripped his clothes off before settling between my thighs, grinding his hips against mine, his cock sliding through my wet folds until I was mewling for sweet relief.
“Just fucking put it in!” I demanded.
Nick growled out something unintelligible before slipping off the couch.
I felt suddenly cold without his heated body over mine.
I thought he was going to leave me there until he roughly flipped me over and pulled my hips over the armrest until my upper body was still pressed into the cushions and my ass was lifted toward him.
I tried pushing myself up on my elbows but with my face smashed into one of the pillows, I was completely at Nick’s mercy.
He slapped my ass and slid home in one move, his fucking cock nearly splitting me in two, drawing a low whine from my lips. The stretch burned for one sharp second before pleasure swallowed it, heat ripping through my core so fast my legs shook against the couch.
My body warmed as he pressed his chest against my back, his lips grazing the edge of my shoulder.
Miel had never once been this fucking attentive to my needs and hell, neither had any of the humans I had stolen away with for a night.
My fingers curled into fists, the pleasure overwhelming my senses as I tried to concentrate and keep from shifting and my wings from unfurling.
If this was what sex was supposed to feel like, I blamed every goddamn angel in Heaven for saying otherwise. Fuck the missionary position.
I yelled so fucking loud, the couch vibrated as it swallowed my sounds. Relief washed over me as he pressed his hips against my ass, his hands tightening around my waist as he pounded into me.
This didn’t make any fucking sense. What the hell was I doing?
“I hate this.” Nick’s grip tightened around my hips as he drove into me again. “I hate that he knew.” Another hard thrust shoved a cry out of me. “I hate that you walked in here and suddenly everything in me gives a shit where you are.”
His rhythm turned brutal, every word punctuated by another thrust that drove me deeper into the cushions.
“Fucking hate that you’re my mate.” The last word came out in a growl.
Angels didn’t have mates. We were promised to each other, married, and then had missionary sex for eternity. Or so I was told. The few times I tried to get Miel in any other position, he acted like the world was ending. Anything other than lying there while he dicked me was considered odd.
But not with Nick. Not with a motherfucking demon fucking me so hard that I was seeing stars.
He was ramming me farther into the couch with each thrust and I fucking loved it. Shocks of pleasure ran up my spine as an orgasm barreled toward me. Luc’s heated groan in the background made me remember that he was still watching.
“Fuck,” he breathed, low enough that I almost missed it. “Look at you.”
I had never gotten off on the idea of having an audience but just knowing that Luc was watching us lose ourselves to our inhibitions made it hotter.
“Fucking hate you too,” I muttered into the couch, knowing full well that Nick could hear it.
He pumped inside me a few more times before my pussy started spasming, squeezing his length, my orgasm milking him until he was cumming just as hard.
He fucked me through it, the squelch of our release spurring me onto a second orgasm until I was writhing against the cushions, screaming for him to give me a minute to breathe.
Nick went limp behind me, pulling me back against him as he was still inside me, placing soft kisses at the bridge of my neck. A warm cocoon surrounded me as his arms rounded my waist, the heat that had spurred this whole moment dissipating.
“What the fuck was that?” I squirmed in his embrace but found I didn’t really want to leave. The sex haze had left but being in Nick’s arms made me feel complete. It was weird and as long as I didn’t think about it too much…
Luc stepped in front of me, eyes boring into mine, his lips pulled tight in an expression I couldn’t read. “Fucking hell.”
Nick didn’t respond, still pressing kisses to my shoulder. We sunk back into the couch, his cock hardening once again inside me as he started to pump his hips upward. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, letting his hands travel higher to play with my tits as he fucked me more softly.
“Wha-at?” I stuttered out, losing myself to the pleasure again.
Luc grimaced, his stare moving between us. “Shit.”
Nick hastened his pace, one hand flicking my nipple, the other one delving between my legs to pinch my clit. I was howling within seconds, creaming all over his cock before he flooded my pussy again. Our release dripped down, coating his balls and making a mess between my thighs.
Against my more innate desires, I crawled off of him, my legs too wobbly to move much farther than a seat over. I hadn’t been fucked that good in like… forever. I also hadn’t ever come that fast either and by the looks of Nick’s blissed-out expression, neither had he.
Trying to disregard the fact that I was completely naked, I looked to Luc for answers. “What?”
His eyes stayed fixed on me for another long second. “Temptation,” he said slowly, like he was testing the word against what had just happened.
I blinked. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Luc dropped into the chair across from us, his expression changing as several pieces seemed to fall into place at once. “Dante knew.”
“Knew what?”
“That there was something different about you before you ever got here.” He gestured between Nick and me. “He knew your essence would react to ours. That’s why he sent you straight to Pride and Wrath. He wasn’t just testing us. He was testing you.”
I groaned. “Dante said I was an impossibility.”
“Exactly.” Luc leaned forward, his forearms braced against his knees. “If you’re an impossibility, then Temptation makes a hell of a lot more sense than angel.”
“That doesn’t even make any sense.” Darkness, temptation, power? These weren’t things we were taught in training. Uriel hadn’t mentioned any of this shit either.
Luc’s expression softened slightly. “It’s not supposed to make sense yet. But Dante knew there was something in you Heaven either didn’t understand or didn’t want to understand. He sent you here knowing something would happen when you got close to us.”
Whatever purpose I had on these planes had nothing to do with my life in Heaven, did it?
I struggled to sit up straighter, my mind racing as it tried to focus through my sex-induced exhaustion. Luc scooted back in his chair, observing me. His eyes darkened with hunger the longer he stared, heat blooming between my thighs again.
Trying to ignore that, I wrapped my arms around myself. “So what? I’m just fucking Temptation now?”
“I don’t know.” Luc’s answer came quickly enough to surprise me before he pushed to his feet. “I’m going to go get you some clothes. Also, I think it’s better if no one’s touching, alright?”
I shifted uncomfortably on the cushions, pressing my thighs together as another wave of heat bled through my limbs, my core aching to be filled again. A groan to my right stole my attention.
Nick’s angry brooding was back as he stared daggers at me, lazily stroking his cock like the last twenty minutes hadn’t happened.
All of these emotions were confusing and the fact that I still wanted Nick and Luc at this point was making my head hurt. Everything I knew was a lie. I somehow wasn’t the angel I thought I was, and whatever connection had started with these two demons was only getting stronger.
How the fuck was I supposed to survive this?