Chapter 15 #2
His teeth skimmed my belly, bare to him now as Sam released his hold on my hair and slid his other hand under my top, cupping my other neglected breast.
Azra palmed my ass and pressed a kiss to my hip as he ran his hand up my thigh.
Still clothed, I whimpered, Sam swallowing the sound as he deepened our kiss.
“Like this, angel,” Azra murmured, turning me and settling my ass in his lap as he sat in a backless chair. Situating my wings to flare out as he pressed his lips to the back of my neck, my thighs straddling his. I moaned at the feel of his arousal pressed to me as I rocked against him.
Sam knelt in front of us, gripping the material of my top in two hands and shredding it like it was made of tissue paper. Bared to him, my breasts ached. I leaned back against Azra as Sam drank in the sight of me, my legs splayed open.
Still clothed, but by the way his tongue flashed to wet his lips, he could envision my curves just fine.
“It’s been too long since we’ve pleasured you,” Sam said, tugging down my zipper. “I want to feel you wet and tight around my tongue, my fingers. I want to see you cry out with pleasure as Azra torments you from behind.”
Torment.
I knew that word should hold meaning, but Azra distracted me, pressing his hard length against me from behind as he arched his hips.
Sam shimmied my pants down my hips, his kiss pressing to my swollen flesh.
I arched, but Azra held me securely in place, spreading his legs as he hooked my ankles, forcing me to open for his brother.
“Slowly, brother,” Azra instructed, his lips at my ear. “We must worship her slowly.”
Sam hummed in agreement, his teeth skimming the inside of my thigh as I began to tremble.
“O-off,” I stammered.
“What’s that?” Azra asked, his fingers digging into my thighs as Sam ran his fingers underneath the hemline of my underwear, driving me mad.
“I want my underwear off,” I managed to say, knowing they needed to hear my words.
“As you desire,” Sam said, biting down on the soft thread and tearing it with his teeth.
He spread me, his gaze soaking in the sight of me as I whimpered.
“Is she wet, brother?” Azra asked, still holding me in place, his dick throbbing against my ass.
“Very,” Sam said, his tongue wetting his lips as he admired me. “So beautiful, little blossom.” He leaned in and I held my breath, afraid I might pass out if I dared to breathe.
He kissed the swollen flesh above my sensitive nub, his breath a soft flutter of sensation that was nearly enough to send me into orbit.
There was that torment again, the anticipation enough to drive me mad.
“What do you want from me, Lilith?” Sam asked, his amethyst eyes glittering with mischief. “Tell me how to worship you.”
I considered his question for a moment. I wanted his tongue. I wanted his cock. I wanted his fingers.
“Everything,” I begged. “Give me everything.”
“Greedy,” Azra said, his tone pleased. “This will take a while, little thorn. I hope you’re prepared.”
Sam started low, his tongue laving me, tasting all of me until he flicked my sensitive nub at the top, making me scream. Instinct made me try to close my legs at the sudden overpowering wave of sensation, but Azra kept me open for him.
“Again,” Azra said, his strong grip bruising my thighs in a way I enjoyed.
Sam watched me, waiting for my permission.
“Again,” I echoed, finding it difficult to form words.
Sam obeyed, lapping at me once more. His tongue rolling over me with expert caresses, quickly pushing me to the edge as I clenched my fingers onto Azra’s arms, holding on for dear life.
Sam stopped just when I was about to hit my peak, the denial eliciting a keening whimper from my throat.
He licked his lips, his eyes on my throbbing flesh as he waited.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, but neither of them moved.
“This is how we worship you,” Azra told me, his hands releasing my aching thighs to move up and massage my breasts.
“We do this, again and again, push you so close to the edge that you think you’re going to explode.
” He pinched my nipples, making me arch into the sensation.
When I reached between my legs to resolve the horrid ache, he gripped my wrist, holding me still.
“Do you want to end our prayers so soon, little thorn?” he asked, his teeth skimming my ear as his dick throbbed against me, his need just as strong as mine when I hadn’t even touched him yet.
I leaned my head against him, squirming. “But, I need…” My words trailed off, another jolt of pained desire thrumming through me.
“Trust us,” Sam said, his fingers going inside of me, making my muscles clench around him.
Oh, I was so close.
I had a feeling I’d never had the kind of orgasm the twins wanted to give me.
They were literal angels, and they wanted to take me to the heavens above, a place even Lucifer couldn’t go, although he probably expected that the moment I reunited with my angelic mates, I’d bond with them as soon as possible.
That thought triggered an uncomfortable realization inside of me.
My muddled mind fought to process the lust that stemmed between the three of us.
Every instinct screamed at me to continue, to find heaven with my angels and solidify our bond that had withered while we’d been apart.
Yet, that’s exactly what Lucifer would expect me to do.
And what impact would it have on my other mates? The ones still stuck in limbo as Calamity attacked their minds.
Without properly repairing those ties, I might inadvertently weaken them. I had rescued my angelic mates because I had to make sure they would survive, that we would be reunited, and because they were one of the only creatures in all the realms that knew what it was like to live in limbo.
If anyone could help me free my mates, it would be these angels.
But not if I gave in… not if I bound myself to them so entirely I lost my connection to everything else that kept me grounded right here, in Hell.
I wanted to embrace my angelic side, to show these angels that I wanted to have them in my life.
Something I had been so desperate for.
Yet, that’s what Lucifer would expect of me. It would play right into his plan.
I shouldn’t be here.
I should be with Cole, finishing what I’d begun.
“No,” I whispered, the word pained as Sam trailed his touch closer to where I wanted him.
Oh, the ache as he pulled away was almost unbearable. I squeezed my eyes shut to force it out.
Both my mates froze.
“I can’t do this,” I managed to say, my words like daggers slicing into my skin.
Forcing myself to stand, I turned from them, yanking my pants up, and hating myself for every dumb decision I’d ever made.
Sam cleared his throat. “I’m sorry if—”
“It’s not you,” I said, unable to look at him.
I didn’t want to see his lips plump from his intimate kiss. My body throbbed for him to finish what he’d started, for Azra to bury himself in me as I came.
I knew where that little game of torment of theirs was heading, with Sam’s mouth on my flesh while Azra took me from behind.
Then they would take me to the bath and worship me all over again.
Oh, I wanted that fantasy to come true, but I couldn’t risk it.
Not until I talked to Cole.
Swearing under my breath, I went to the wardrobe, my body electrified as I felt my angels’ eyes on me.
“Sam, apologize. You should have made her come,” Azra bit out.
A huff came from his brother. “You were the one telling me to draw it out while you held her in place. You should apologize. Maybe she liked that tormenting shit in Purgatory, but we need to be more in tune to her needs, brother.”
“Stop bickering,” I said over my shoulder as I yanked open a drawer.
I found the stacks of my clothing inside, mostly undamaged—and all neatly folded.
Something told me I had Olivia to thank for that.
“Neither of you need to apologize. I… I can’t unlock my angelic potential, not yet. Not if I’m going to be unpredictable.”
“Lucifer,” Azra said, a thud telling me he was leaning back against the wall. “Such a cock block.”
“Hmm,” Sam agreed as I grabbed a halter and stepped into it, pulling it over my chest before tying it behind my neck. It did little to hide my taut nipples, my entire body alive for their attention.
Ignoring the heat between my thighs, I checked my pockets, looking for the vial I’d gotten from Kaito.
Relieved when I found it, I blew out a breath. “Lucifer is expecting me to embrace my angelic side, which means I need to do the exact opposite.” I held it up, the swirling evil inside making my stomach churn. “I need to face my demons.”
Sam slipped a hand around my waist, his lips on my neck in an instant, but he didn’t take advantage of my pulsing need. “You know we’d do anything for you, Lilith.”
Azra scoffed. “Even sex her up and send her off to a demon? Your loyalty is stronger than mine, brother.”
I chuckled, finding the courage to turn and glance at him as I rested one hand on Sam’s arm secured around my waist. “I want you,” I said honestly, then glanced up at Sam. “Both of you. Badly, but—”
He kissed me before I could finish that sentence, then said, “But you are stronger than us, Lilith, and that’s why we love you.” He guided me to the bed, sitting me down. “Walk us through your plan.”
I held up the vial. “This is pure evil. It’ll take me to the Astral Plane where I can find Cole and…” I wasn’t exactly sure what my plan was when I found him. Perhaps I just wanted to listen. He was a demon, and if I came to him with my angelic side unlocked, he might never open up to me.
I needed to hear what he had on his brother, what angle I hadn’t considered yet.
“I just need to talk to him,” I said, lifting my chin. “You’re angels. Kaito said you can watch over me, both my physical body and my spirit. Then, when I’m done, I’ll come back here, to you.” I held out a hand to Azra.
He sighed and came to me, cupping my hand with his as he knelt at my feet.
“And we’ll worship you?” he asked, his tone hopeful.
“Yes,” I said on a long breath. “As long as you wish.”
The gleam in Azra’s eyes suggested I might regret those words.
“Careful how much leash you give him,” Sam said with a laugh, kissing my brow. “Or he’ll never return you to any of your mates.”
I grinned, then clutched the vial. “If this works, there’ll be ample time for us all.” I glanced at them. “Can you really watch over me in the Astral Plane?”
“Hmm,” Sam confirmed. “We’ll follow you the whole way,” Sam added.
“Anywhere.” Azra nodded.
“Great.” I forced a smile and turned the vial in my grip.
Taking the cork out, I slowly lifted the concotion to my lips.
This better work, I thought.
Without giving myself time to give into the need to join my mates, to resume what we’d started, or move their worship session to the bubble bath Sam had drawn for me…
I drank.