25 Ariuk
Ariuk
Being stuffed between three delicious demons for the past twenty-four hours had been a dream come true, which was mildly concerning considering I hadn’t known the dream existed until a few days ago.
Heaven had spent most of my life making sex feel like something to tolerate correctly.
I wanted to enjoy myself, not prop myself up in missionary while some grunt congratulated himself afterward.
Even Domiel had done fuck all to satisfy me, though he swore up and down that he had been the best thing that ever happened to me.
Sex with him had always felt like another angelic obligation: get into position, let him finish, clean myself up, move on.
These three wanted to know what made me shake, what made me laugh, what made me beg.
Half the fun wasn’t even the orgasms. It was being allowed to want them.
Domiel had never given me that.
These three demons blew everyone out of the water and I wasn’t even sorry about thinking it.
What still weirded me out was how quickly the things Heaven had taught me to fear were becoming normal.
Demons in my bed. Dark wings. Full names that made something ancient roll beneath their skin.
Wanting things without immediately asking whether I was allowed to.
Which was why I was currently standing at the edge of the living room stark naked, my wings curled around me while midnight blues and purples shimmered through the feathers.
I had always hated the white, but this? This was fucking gorgeous against my dark skin, and apparently the demons agreed because all three of them had spent an obscene amount of time touching, staring at, or trying to coax my wings back out whenever they disappeared.
They had even turned it into a game.
Nick and Zel usually went for irritation because annoying me was apparently a shared hobby.
They would start bickering over something stupid, drag it out until I yelled at them to shut the fuck up, and then grin like assholes the second my wings burst free.
Luc had figured out pretty quickly that anger wasn’t the only thing that worked.
A mouth against the spot behind my ear, a hand sliding under my shirt, a few filthy words spoken low enough that only I heard them, and suddenly feathers were brushing the furniture while he looked far too pleased with himself.
We had spent hours learning exactly how much trouble four people could get into in one apartment, but this time I wanted something different.
I wanted to see what happened when I pushed back instead of letting them decide what came next.
Asmodeus was somewhere in my near future, and I still had no idea what Lust would actually be like, but I had enough problems in front of me without fantasizing him into existence first.
My wings beat once, hard enough to stir the air, and all three demons reacted.
Nick’s hand immediately dropped to the front of his boxers. Zel’s tongue dragged across his lower lip. Luc, naturally, tried to pretend he had more dignity than either of them even though his gaze had already gone dark.
I held up one hand before any of them could move. “I want to play a game.”
Zel’s grin appeared instantly. “I’m listening.”
Nick nodded just as fast. “Same.”
Luc narrowed his eyes at me. “What happens if we lose?”
I let my wings fall wider and arched my back just enough to press my breasts forward. Three sets of eyes dropped in unison, and the chorus of groans made me smile. “Then you get to sit out here while the other two take me into the bedroom and do whatever they want.”
Zel’s brows lifted.
Nick’s mouth curved.
Luc looked deeply unimpressed with the entire concept, which probably meant he was already thinking about how to win.
I looked from Zel to Nick. “Whatever they want.”
There had been a few conversations over the past several hours that nearly sent me hiding under the covers.
Zel had become fascinated with every response he hadn’t gotten from me yet, which apparently included what I would sound like with his cock in my ass.
Luc had turned the entire thing into logistics, calmly discussing whether two demon forms could fit inside me at once while I tried not to spontaneously combust. Nick had contributed by announcing that if they were experimenting, he wanted my mouth.
The worst part was that none of it had scared me nearly as much as it should have.
What shocked me most was Nick leaning close enough to ask whether I trusted him with my mouth if Wrath started bleeding through. When I told him yes, his answering promise about fucking my throat until I forgot every smart-ass thing I had ever said had nearly made my knees buckle.
And now I was going to push them into doing exactly that.
After I had my own fun first.
“Luc, come here.”
He complied immediately, though something flashed across his face at the order, irritation and arousal fighting for the same inch of space. Pride clearly hated being told what to do. Luc, apparently, liked it when it came from me.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and dragged them down his legs until his cock sprang free, already hard enough that precum glistened at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight, but I forced myself to stay where I was. “Lie down.”
His jaw tightened, and I smiled at the tiny flash of resistance. “Problem?”
“No.” Luc lowered himself onto the rug, his gaze fixed on me the entire time. “Continue.”
That one word went straight between my legs.
I straddled his hips slowly and wrapped one hand around his cock before guiding him against me.
He inhaled sharply as I lowered myself, taking him inch by inch until he filled me completely.
The stretch was familiar now, but still enough to make my thighs tremble.
Nick and Zel both started forward, and I immediately held up a hand. “No touching.”
Nick stopped so abruptly I nearly laughed. “You cannot be serious.”
“You can watch.” I rolled my hips once over Luc and watched his hands curl against the rug. “If either of you comes before I tell you to, you lose.”
Zel looked genuinely offended. “That rule wasn’t mentioned before.”
“I’m making the game up.”
“That’s cheating,” Nick grumbled.
“That sounds like something a loser would say.”
Nick barked out a laugh while Zel muttered something about rigged competitions. Beneath me, Luc’s chest shook with a quieter laugh, and I leaned down to kiss him before he could enjoy himself too much.
“You have the most control out of all of them,” I murmured against his mouth, letting my lips brush his between the words. “So you needed an incentive.”
His hands settled at my waist, fingers tightening just enough for me to feel how much restraint he was already using. “And what exactly do I win?”
“You get to find out.”
His eyes darkened as I rocked over him again, slower this time, watching the control in his expression start to strain. “All you have to do is wait until I tell you that you can come.”
Luc’s gaze sharpened. “That’s all?”
“That’s all.” I kept moving while I waited for him to settle beneath me, his breathing evening out just enough that I knew he thought he could manage it. Then I smiled down at him and whispered his name. “Lucifer.”
His cock throbbed inside me, Luc’s entire body going rigid beneath mine as something darker rolled through him. His fingers dug into my hips, enough that I felt every point of pressure. My breath caught as small horns started pushing through his hair.
Apparently being buried inside Temptation while I ordered Pride to lie still and purred his full name was enough to crack straight through Luc’s control. I bent closer, letting my wings brush over his arms as I repeated his name. “Lucifer.”
His skin darkened beneath my hands while his fingers lengthened into claws, every sharp tip digging into the rug instead of me.
Horns curled slowly from his head, sweeping back in a shape that somehow made him look even more controlled rather than less.
His body grew heavier beneath mine, his cock thickening enough that my breath caught around the stretch.
Luc’s jaw clenched as I shifted over him. “You okay?”
His eyes opened, darker than before but still unmistakably his. “Are you?”
I nodded, smiling as I rolled my hips, dragging another reaction from him. Behind me, Nick swore while Zel made a low sound that vibrated through the room. When I looked over my shoulder, both of them were staring, their hands still on themselves even though neither had moved closer.
“Beelzebub,” I said softly.
Zel’s reaction was immediate. His shoulders tightened and his pupils widened, hunger sharpening across his face.
“Satan.”
Nick went still as Wrath moved closer to the surface. Heat rolled from him while his eyes darkened, red burning underneath, and his fingers flexed at his sides before his claws slipped free.
I inhaled and let the bright remnants of what Heaven had always called my angelic essence rise alongside everything darker inside me. The silver in my eyes brightened, light moving over my skin while my wings flared wider behind me. “I need all of you.”
Zel moved first, coming up behind me slowly enough that I felt every inch of his approach.
His hands settled carefully at the base of my wings rather than grabbing the feathers themselves, while Luc stayed flat beneath me with his claws locked around my hips.
Zel spread my knees wider over Luc’s thighs and brushed his mouth over my shoulder. “Still want this?”
I looked down at Luc beneath me, then back over my shoulder at Zel. “Yes.”
His tail curled around my thigh. “Say it again.”
“I want you, Beelzebub.”
Zel shifted behind me, two fingers slowly moving between my legs while Luc remained buried deep inside me. The pressure at my entrance made me suck in a breath, and he immediately stopped. “Too much?”
“Not yet.”
Zel stayed still long enough for me to breathe through the pressure before his fingers moved again, working me open slowly around Luc’s cock.
He scissored them carefully, stretching me a little at a time until the tightness eased enough that I could shift my hips without everything inside me locking up.
Only then did he withdraw his fingers and line himself up behind me. I adjusted over Luc, and Zel pressed forward by degrees. The stretch bordered on impossible, and my fingers dug into Luc’s chest as my body struggled to adjust around both of them. “Fuck.”
“Breathe, Angel,” Zel murmured against my shoulder.
I dragged in a shaky breath and forced myself to loosen around them. Luc stayed perfectly still beneath me, one hand sliding up my side while Zel held himself back behind me, giving my body time to catch up.
“That’s it,” Zel said quietly.
The pressure eased by degrees, enough for the sharp edge of the stretch to turn into pleasure. I shifted experimentally, and Luc’s fingers tightened against my waist while Zel exhaled hard against my shoulder.
I looked up and found Nick watching from in front of us. His jaw was tight, claws already out, but he hadn’t moved any closer. His eyes were nearly swallowed by black, but the red burning underneath gave him away.
“Come here,” I said.
He stepped closer until Luc remained beneath me, Zel crowded my back, and Nick stood directly in front of us.
My body was already stretched around two demons, my wings snapping wide open enough that the feathers brushed Zel’s arms, and somehow the sight of Nick looking down at me sent another pulse of heat through my core.
His hand came toward my cheek and stopped just before touching me. I looked up at him, and his thumb finally brushed once beneath my eye. “Still want me?”
“Yes.”
“Say my name.”
I smiled despite myself. “Nick.” His expression flattened so quickly that I laughed. “Satan.”
His claws tightened carefully in my braids as he guided the head of his cock between my lips. I opened for him and took the first few inches while he held still, letting me adjust, and only when I relaxed around him did he push deeper.
“Oh, god,” I moaned around him.
Nick’s mouth curved. “There is no god here, Angel.” His hand tightened slightly in my hair, holding me steady without forcing me as I looked up at him. “Just us.”
Luc’s cock throbbed inside me while Zel growled behind me, and the red beneath Nick’s eyes burned hotter.
“Just your demons,” he continued. “You wanted to play. You told us what you wanted.” His hips moved forward in another slow thrust, and I took more of him. “So take it.”
Luc moved beneath me at the same time Zel pressed deeper from behind, and the combination tore a broken sound from my throat around Nick’s cock. My hands flattened against Luc’s chest while Zel’s tail tightened around my thigh and Nick’s fingers stayed threaded through my hair.
Everything was too much and yet it was absolutely perfect.
Luc watched me from beneath dark horns, every movement controlled despite the strain in his face.
Zel breathed against my shoulder like he was trying to memorize every reaction I gave him.
Nick held my gaze while Wrath burned through him, roughness contained by the fact that he was still waiting on me.
I had invited every set of hands currently holding me exactly where I wanted to be, and with Luc beneath me, Zel behind me, and Nick filling my mouth, I finally understood why surrender could feel so fucking good when I was the one who had asked for it.
Now I got to let them take over.