35. Holy Fuck
Deyva
“I have you, Deyva. Hang on. Please. Please hang on.”
Compassionate worry, thick and sticky, sweet and sour and sharp all at once, like molasses and limes.
“Jesus Christ is she… Az?”
Heartbreak, wine turned into vinegar. Horror, the rising heat of a dangerously hot pepper.
“We can finish this, Fathers. Take her body inside where they can’t touch her.”
Sympathy, tacky and stale as three-day old cake.
“She’s alive.”
“Are you— How? Her fucking insides are outside.”
So many flavors passed over me and I didn’t want a single one.
“Kiss her. Kiss her, Kais!”
There was grunt, and then a numb pressure. A familiar, weary fear combined with guilt laced my tongue and someone, the one whose arms held me a little tighter, hissed. “Not like that . Not like you’re saying goodbye.”
“Here, let me.” There was a wobble in this voice, but with the first light touch over my cheeks I found faith, and love mixed in with all the bitterest flavors. “Hold on for us, Deyva.”
Zach kissed me gently, but determined, as if I wasn’t broken in front of him, bleeding to death, shredded by Belial’s claws.
“Good, keep going,” Az said.
A warm hand stroked my horns as Zach kissed me over and over, sweet presses to my lips, little hiccuping breaths full of tears as he waited for me to respond. Stavros was close, that was who else was touching me, pressing an endless well of hope into every careful brush of his fingers.
I groaned as Zach pulled away, a weak sound, all I could manage in the moment, but it was enough for my men.
“Oh, thank God,” Stavros breathed, pressing kisses to the crown of my head. I knew I was a mess. I must’ve been coated in Belial’s blood as well as my own, but Stavros didn’t care. Of course he didn’t.
Zach moaned gratefully, and then his hands gripped my cheeks, kissing me thoroughly, not minding that I couldn’t answer, but pouring in relief and worry, pride and regret, and most of all love.
I gasped as he pulled away, my eyes opening and a smile wobbling as I stared up at him.
We were inside the gate of Bethel, Zach was streaked with blood and soot, and all around us stood the worried citizens of the town.
“She’s going to be alright?” someone asked softly.
“She’ll be fine. She needs our care,” Azariah said, beaming down at me.
He looked especially battered and my brow furrowed at the sight of the wicked gash along his cheek.
“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that. You’re burnt, you’re cut open, you can barely breathe.
Don’t look at me like you’re about to waste your energy on me, I’ll be fine just as soon as you are. ”
“Let’s get you to the church, to home,” Stavros murmured, before pressing another long kiss to my head.
“Kais?” My voice sounded awful, and all three of the guys surrounding me grimaced at the wet and broken noise.
Zach stepped aside, looking over his shoulder at Kais, who was sheet-white as he stared back at me.
“You still sort of look like something we found on the side of the road,” Az said gently. “Let’s get you more patched up before we finish the reunions.”
“Fuck you a little bit,” I managed to squeeze out, as Azariah carried me carefully up the street.
Kais let out a relieved huff of breath as Az’s lips twitched. I knew that angel. He thought it was funny to call me roadkill, even if it was kind of the truth.
“Shouldn’t we take her to the house?” Zach asked as Azariah headed for the main church doors.
“She’s gonna make it, you’re gonna make it,” Azariah said firmly to me as I whimpered with the motion of him running up the steps. “But it’s going to take some prayer, and I want to make sure God doesn’t have any excuse for not listening.”
Kais shoved open the doors ahead of us, Zach and Stavros running up to the altar dais to clear space for the five of us.
“Should we really leave the others on their own?” I asked, wincing as Azariah knelt to the dais floor, lowering me onto the dense carpet.
“As soon as Belial fell back into the cavern, it started closing up around him. There are only stragglers left, and they were running home last I saw,” Azariah said, looming over me. His wings were crooked and I reached a gory hand up before my eyes widened at the sight of my stained skin.
Zach knelt at my side, a deep bowl of holy water resting next to my head. “Let me clean you up a little.”
“But you should—”
“Shut up, succubus,” Azariah murmured, leaning over on my other side, turning my face away from Zach and toward his.
“You need to heal too,” I whispered.
“I will.” Az ducked and I sighed as his mouth covered mine, one long, firm press, full of desperate love and tender affection.
I hummed into the kiss, sighing as Zach started to clean my arm closest to him.
Azariah pulled away, just briefly, and looked at Stav, who knelt behind my head.
“We need to undress her, but very gently. I’ll feed her while you two clean her up. ”
Stavros nodded, petting my horns, running his thumb over a sensitive spot at the top that made me shiver and whine.
“Gonna start calling you Chip,” Az said, grinning at me. “You lost a little bit on one side. You’re gonna be lopsided.”
“I will make you lopsi-mph,” I grunted and then sighed as he kissed me again. It was sweet and uncomfortable all at once, my body too damaged to avoid missing the way it was knitting itself back together.
Stavros sighed shakily as his hands carefully pulled away the shredded ropes of the shirt I’d been wearing.
Soft footsteps approached the dais, and then Kais’ warm hand was wrapped around my ankle, his touch full of an overwhelming gratitude.
For my fight in protecting him and his town, and for the fact that I was still alive.
He slipped my shoes off my feet and then caressed the soles with a soft, damp cloth.
I was swimming in a dizzy, constant warmth from the four of them, Az pouring himself into the kiss, licking my mouth clean until the sharp tang of blood was replaced by his sweeter flavor.
The pain in my torso rose to a fever pitch the more Az healed me, and I panted into his kiss, trying to restrain my cries as tears ran out of the corners of both my eyes.
“Keep kissing her,” Az said, pulling away and scooting back.
“My turn,” Kais snapped as Stavros ducked down.
Stavros huffed and rolled his eyes, taking a kiss anyway, offering a more gentle balm than the one Az had shared. Azariah peeled down the waistband of my leggings and I arched, a scream rising, until Stav, Kais, and Zach all pushed me down again with gentle but firm hands.
“Hold her still,” Az said. “This is going to get worse before it gets better.”
“Look at me, Daisy,” Kais said, sharp and commanding, and my breath hitched as my gaze met his. “You can handle this. You just took down a fucking demon king.”
I bit my lip and nodded, and Kais' gaze lit up, a soft growl escaping his throat before he bent, bracing his hand on my breast bone to hold me still, and swallowing my first cry as Azariah jostled me in his attempt to undress me.
Kais' kiss was rough and claiming and he was full of fire that seemed to rush directly to my belly, lighting me up in a scorching blaze that made me want to thrash and scream at first, until the heat ate away at the pain, soothing my muscles into a loose puddle as his tongue fucked my mouth.
“For a girl who just whacked off a dick the size of a car—”
“Whacked off is a poor choice, Az,” Zach murmured, sounding close to laughter.
“You’re being an awfully big baby about this,” Az finished, finally pulling my limp legs out of the leggings and setting them gently back to the carpet.
Fuck, could I move my legs? Had Belial broken my spine?
Az parted them and I relaxed a little. I had feeling, just no strength. That would come back gradu—
“Oh my God!” I gasped, yanking away from Kais' kiss as Az settled on his belly and began to suck on my pussy.
“Ew, don’t bring Dad into it,” Az said, winking at me. “And hey. You’re sitting up.”
I was sitting up, just a few inches, and Stav was quick to support my shoulders.
“Don’t look,” Kais, said gently.
But it was too late. I was a mangled, meat-ground mess and I couldn’t believe that any of them had even been willing to come within a few feet of me, let alone kiss and care and touch me the way they had.
“You guys love me,” I said, catching a watery breath and blinking at them all.
Az rolled his eyes and then licked a stripe up my center. Kais took my chin between his fingers, turning my face back to his. He was still pretty pale. and I knew for certain that it was going to be Az who had to restore me because my guys weren’t looking too hot either.
“Of course we love you, Daisy,” Kais said, flashing me a wicked grin. “Do you think just anyone could make three war-worn, jaded, angry priests break their vows and take down six armies of hellions?”
He didn’t wait for my answer, which was good since I was pretty much speechless.
I tilted my chin and closed my eyes on the picture of my skin and muscle still in the process of reuniting, sinking into Kais' kiss. Az’s mouth on my sex was determined, his tongue swirling steadily over my clit, and Zach and Stavros lifted me a little higher, lending him a hand or two as they groped gently over my freshly healed breasts.
Soon the pain of healing was marrying pleasantly with the pleasure of all of their hands and mouths on my skin.
Az’s hands scooped under my ass, lifting me to his mouth as if I were a bowl of dessert that needed to be consumed to the last creamy drop.
Dessert, that was what this tasted like, being surrounded by the four of them, all at once.
I released Kais' mouth, afraid of taking too much of his energy, and raised my voice up to the arched ceiling as I moaned.