Chapter 8 #3
“Impressive, pet. I’ve tried to get him to listen to me for a year. A few words from you and he’s a good little Hunter.” Hendrik held the dagger out to Dante, but his gaze was on me. “Of course, you do have power over him no one else does.”
“I don’t want power over him,” I said, the idea turning my stomach. I didn’t want to control my Virtues. “I want him to be free. I want all of you to be free.”
Dante’s emotions burned, pinning me in place as effectively as chains. He walked to me and cupped my face, his mouth taking mine in a slow, deliberately claiming kiss.
I caught onto his shoulder and leaned into him, moaning low in my throat. But when I went to pull him closer, he broke away.
Hendrik’s hands curved over my waist and his touch had my breath catching in my throat, my blood pulsing hotter in anticipation.
But the kiss he pressed to my neck was gentle, echoing Dante’s.
It left me rattled and I nudged Dante away, then half-twisted to escape Hendrik’s arms. “What’s gotten into you two?
First you won’t touch me, and now you’re all over me.
” I became acutely aware that I was naked… and between two violent mates.
“You.” Hendrik pulled me back against him. “A part of you, at least.”
Dante stood behind me, his hands stroking down my hips before returning to those sensitive places on my spine near the wing joints. It was hard to think when one of them touched me. Two of them made my brain scramble. “A part of me? What do you mean?”
“You’re still missing a piece of yourself.” Hendrik pressed his teeth to my neck, then lightly bit down. “But it’s waiting for you—that angelic part of you, and she found us last night.”
My head spun. “My angelic part, you mean.”
“Mmm,” he said in agreement.
Suddenly, my blood was rushing hot and fast and not just because Dante pulled my butt into the hard cradle of his hips either. Memory sparked in the back of my mind, insubstantial and fragmented, but it was there. Almost enough for me to glimpse.
“You have angelic power inside of you, Lily.” Dante nipped my ear. “It’s formed an alter ego, of sorts. She’s waiting for you to find the rest of yourself, but she came to us and she—you—helped me heal things inside that were broken.”
“You helped us both.” Hendrik cupped my chin, tilting my head back as he kissed me again, another sweetly tender caress of his mouth against mine.
“I never dared to dream for somebody like you, Lily. Dante and I are going to remind you of who and what you are. You’re going to beat Lucifer because you’re everything he isn’t and you’ll reshape Hell once you’re done. ”
“I…”
He kissed me again and this time, it was deep and sensual, demanding a response. I clung to him, my knees growing ever weaker at his touch, Dante’s touch, turning my bones into molten lava.
I had no memory of us moving to the makeshift bed.
I was sprawled against Dante, half-sitting, half-lying as he cupped my breasts in his hands and Hendrik kissed a hot, wet trail down my neck.
He waited for Dante to present my breast to him before taking one nipple in his mouth.
I sucked in a breath as I ground my butt against Dante’s cock, reaching down to stroke Hendrik’s through his pants.
It was all surreal, the two of them so hotly, sweetly passionate and in my mind, images of a dreamlike scene where I stood to the side, watching these two as they claimed each other with brutal violence.
The memory of Cole’s hands on me superimposed itself over the current sensation, flickering in and out as Hendrik pulled me from Dante and urged me onto my back so both of them could lavish attention on me.
“She’s remembering,” Hendrik said, approval in his dark eyes.
“And she’s not fracturing,” Dante confirmed, which must have been the source of debate between them.
If I did have an alter ego inside of me, dredging up memories of something my angelic soul fragment might have been up to could shatter my mind.
I’d learned as much about soul artifacts and the rare occurrence of splintering.
It usually only happened to supernaturals with various traits, and I definitely fit that bill.
Their eyes burned into mine, and it summoned up the hint of Cole’s dark, raging eyes as I turned to him, smirking and drunk on the knowledge that I’d found the way to make him pay for the pain he’d inflicted on my mates—he was burning with lust.
No. I burned with it…
He merged with the memory or dream, I couldn’t tell which. Cole’s echo hung over us as Dante took my mouth and Hendrik’s lips painted a line down my body until he reached my core.
As if they’d rehearsed it, Dante took my left knee and tugged, opening me for Hendrik and then the Dark Mage’s mouth was on me. Dante kissed me, drank in my moans while he stroked his palm along the inner face of my thigh, closer and closer to where Hendrik devoured me.
“Mine,” Hendrik muttered, pausing long enough to playfully shove Dante’s hand away.
Dante just started again and this time, he reached his goal, his fingers brushing against my sensitive nub right as Hendrik lifted me, fitting his mouth directly against my entrance. His tongue stroked over and then inside of me. Dante pinched my clit, his mouth worshipping mine.
In the back of my head, a fleeting memory emerged, one of the stark hunger in Cole’s eyes seconds before I pulled away from him, knowing I’d let him suffer and think about what he could have had, if he would only behave.
No wonder Cole had been so pissed when I’d encountered him in his dreamworld. My angelic side had already taught him a lesson, leaving him starving and mad with hunger that I would not allow him to sate.
Dante and Hendrik had already permitted me to play with them once… I just couldn’t remember it.
And we’d made Cole watch.
He wanted me.
He could not have me.
Not until I gave permission, and what I marveled at most of all was that he understood that.
He could have forced me. My angelic side found him intoxicating and exhilarating.
Tasting forbidden fruit is a sweet delicacy, one meant to be savored.
If he’d pushed me, I would have given in to temptation.
It was a sign of growth, the same effect I was having on Jess and all of the Demonspawn.
I was making them all feel.
Cole regretted how he’d invaded my mind when I’d been intimate with Logan. Now, he was nowhere to be found not only because we were in another realm, but because I didn’t want him here.
So he would wait.
He would accept his punishment.
And because of that, perhaps there was hope yet for my demon.
Hendrik’s mouth left me and I moaned, reaching for him.
He had a better treat in mind as he unzipped his pants, his erection making me hungry.
“Come here, pet,” Hendrik said, grinning as I scowled at his name for me.
He liked to have a sense of control, of ownership, and the name had morphed into something new as our relationship had grown.
Now, he most certainly owned me, just as I owned him, and I proved it to him by obeying, but with my own twist.
I wrapped my fingers around his delicious cock, stroking down hard.
He groaned and bucked against me, so I did it again.
Dante came up behind me, slipping his fingers between my legs as he spread me. “I think she’s ready,” he said, his teeth skimming my shoulder.
Hendrik’s hunger blazed through our bond as the violence in him rippled with a sensual wave. The air simmered over his arms, his magic sizzling with the scent of blood and roses and sex.
I positioned him at my entrance and then slid down, my body taking him in stride.
My mouth parted as sensation filled me, and Dante growled as his fingers slipped inside my back entrance, preparing me for the inevitability of being between my two hungry Virtues.
They would take me—both of them, and I prayed to all of the gods that I would survive it.
The dark orbs of Hendrik’s eyes reflected an erotic picture, one where I wanted nothing more than to be torn apart by my males.
I sheathed myself completely on Hendrik and went still when Dante pierced me, making me gasp.
“I can take it,” I vowed when Hendrik stiffened. He could feel pain, and this was a deliciously sweet pain that I would endure.
Then the pleasure came, making my eyes roll into the back of my head as Dante slipped his fingers into the sensitive down of my feathers as he moved.
The violence within him wouldn’t allow gentle love-making, not when I simmered between him and the Dark Mage who’d taken the brunt of Dante’s pain for the better part of a year.
Now it was my turn to suffer, and what sweet suffering it was.
Hendrik moved, unable to stay still any longer as he rammed into me, his cock rubbing against my thin wall against Dante’s—an incredibly hot sensation that had me whimpering.
Dante cursed when my body tightened around them. Not to be outdone by Hendrik, he matched his thrusts, gripping his fingers through my feathers for purchase as he rammed into me.
Hendrik gripped onto my hips and kept me locked in place as he did the same. I held onto his biceps as I leaned my head back and endured.
My Dark Mage ground his hips into mine, stimulating me until I thought I might combust.
One stroke, two, three… I quivered as a slow build rose inside of me, threatening to drown me in sensation.
Sensing me on the edge, Hendrik grabbed me by the chin and kissed me, forcing his tongue against mine in a battle for control.
I had no power to fend him off, not that I wanted to, so I allowed him to swallow my moans as I exploded between them, splintering into a thousand tiny little pieces as my climax hit.
Hendrik wrapped his arms around me, holding me still as he spread my ass, opening me for Dante’s possession as my Hunter cursed.
One orgasm was not enough, not at all.
Dante was losing control, reaching a point of no return and my body lingered in the abyss of ecstasy, taking each thrust as penance for every scar on my Hunter’s body. For every moment my Dark Mage lived without a soul I couldn’t restore.
“I need a little boost, pet,” Hendrik whispered. Before I could understand his meaning, he slipped one hand between us, pinching me.
I screamed, the pleasure and pain providing a sweet nectar of power to my Dark Mage.
A shockwave spanned through my body, sending heat into my Hunter who was forced to pull out unless he wanted to get burned.
Hendrik drank the sound down and thrust into me just as Dante withdrew. “Playing dirty,” my Hunter panted as Hendrik slipped out of me, leaving me empty and crazed.
Dante slipped back in, then Hendrik joined him. They repeated the pattern until I thought I would go mad.
Tearing my mouth from Hendrik’s, I pressed my teeth to his neck and bit down. I did it hard enough to leave a mark, then kissed a path back to his mouth and scored his lower lip with my teeth. “More.”
Hendrik snarled and twisted his fist in my hair, dragging my mouth to his.
As Hendrik took control of my mouth, as he owned me, Dante slammed into me until I thought I might break.
Hendrik found Dante’s rhythm and this time, he matched it so I had nowhere to go, nothing to do but hope I survived. Dante’s fingers found my left breast, pinched nipple to a hard point.
Then Hendrik pressed his hips against me, sending pressure into my core until I exploded.
Pure ecstasy blasted through my senses, and then my world went black.