by Rory Miles
Micah’s eyes have darkened and he holds my hand captive against his chest. Anakin does not stop kissing and biting my neck, letting out a deep, pleased sound when my back arches with a particularly savage bite. Micah brings my palm to his mouth, dropping kisses over it before working his way up my arm. Anakin’s hands, which have been caging me, drop to my waist and trace the curves. Breathing is impossible, and I use every bit of will I have to push them away.
My eyes narrow as the power of the jinni swirls around them. Blue and purple smoke wraps around their feet in a whirlwind of power and the room falls away to a star-filled void. I am in no need of foolish promises or wishes. The fact they don’t offer either is a testament to their strength, or rather, my unwillingness to hurt them.
Being pureblood descendants of Carnivea, they’re powerful and don’t need to offer a wish unless challenged, outranked, or seeking vulnerabilities. As I’m well acquainted with their powers, I sidestep them in the void and walk through the illusion to the fae wine waiting for me on the counter.
When they’ve gotten themselves under control, they both slide onto the barstools. Anakin looks displeased, but Micah wears a look of relief that worries me.
“You’ve not yet told me why.”
Anakin scrubs his face before resting his elbows on the counter. “There are several movements to dethrone the high lord.”
“I had no idea.”
Micah presses his lips together, doing his best not to smile at my sarcasm. I’m dutifully ignoring the more playful of the two, knowing once I crack, there is no going back.
“Yes, well, I guess things have progressed in our absence. Carnivea is petitioning to join forces with Berith.”
Ah. Some of the pieces begin to fall together. What the most violent of the princes would do to me given the chance is unsettling.
“How long has she been planning this?” I spin the wine glass on the counter and glance at Micah. His eyes have returned to light gray and he’s waiting for Anakin to answer, giving me a moment to appreciate his handsome profile.
“Fifteen years, though more serious propositions weren’t made until ten years ago.”
Leaning a hip against the counter, I ask the next obvious question. “What was the proposition?”
“Berith wanted you,” Micah answers this time, eyes flitting to me.
I stop spinning the glass. “I’m not something that can be given.”
Anakin nods. “We know. Though, it didn’t stop her from trying to force us to agree to relinquish our relationship with you.”
As head of her line, Carnivea is stronger than either of the men and capable of making such a thing happen.
“Am I to believe she gave up her pursuit?”
Micah looks away and Anakin studies my face, eyes hardening. “She did not.”
Meaning, there had been some sort of disagreement. A fight, perhaps? Jinni fights are insanity wrapped in a bloodied bow.
Micah continues to explain. “She could not overpower the both of us at the same time. A jinni wish was granted.”
When a jinni is outmatched, a wish is a last-ditch effort to gain the upper hand. Once offered, it must be accepted or denied, and if accepted, the jinni has to fulfill the request. Though how accurate the fulfillment is depends on the wording.
“What did you ask for?” I don’t breathe as I wait for their response.
Anakin looks down. “For you to be left alone.”
I turn and throw my glass at the wall. Some of my anger fades with its shattering.
“How could you ask for something so foolish? You’re a jinni, you know better.”
Micah stands and rounds the island, but I hold my hand up to stop him from coming closer.
“Two of the strongest jinnis I know are stupid enough to utter such a vague request. Do you know how long I waited for you to come back? Can you even fathom the pain I endured when I realized you would not return?”
Anakin comes around the counter as well, standing next to Micah. “There’s no excuse for what I did. I’ve cursed myself a million times over for the words I spoke and I don’t know if there’s any way I can apologize for what our absence has done to you.”
Hurt wages a war with joy. My heart pumps faster with their nearness and the earnest regret filling their eyes. The broken parts inside me are haphazardly bandaged with knowing I didn’t do anything wrong. My hands tremble with anger, how could they be so stupid? Tears sting my eyes and my vision blurs. Ten years I wondered what I’d done to make them flee. I blamed my nature—how I could never be just theirs—as the reason. Micah has never been patient, so I’m not surprised when he yanks me into a fierce hug. I smack his chest over and over until my frustration fades, then I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my face against his neck.
Anakin wraps his arms around the both of us. “I promise you we will not leave you again. Not even Lucifer himself could force me from your side.”
Micah doesn’t say anything, but the strength with which he holds me tells me all I need to know. They are home.
Chapter Eleven
The buzz from the fae wine has dulled my emotional outburst, but it takes a few minutes to pull myself together. After excusing myself to the bathroom to splash my face with water, I return to the kitchen and my men. Anakin is finally drinking his wine, and I take the opportunity to grab a new glass. Stepping carefully around the shattered glass, I go on my toes to reach all the way to the back of the cabinet. Micah lets out a low groan and mumbles something. I catch the words tight ass, but not the rest.
With a smirk, I wrap my fingers around the stem of a goblet and return to the island. I fill mine before topping Micah off. For a moment, we sit there staring at each other. The affection on their faces warms my heart.
“So,” I say between sips, “what have you been up to since you got yourselves banished from me?”
Micah sets his now-empty glass down. His eyes are slightly glazed and the goofy grin on his face tells me the potent liquid is definitely working.
“Mining for dragon’s gold.”
The bit of wine in my mouth burns my nostrils as I choke.
“Dragon’s gold? Are you crazy?”
If the heir knew what they were doing. . . it wouldn’t be good.
They share a look. “Beelzebub is the one who requested us to do so.”
“Liar,” I hiss the word.
Micah shrugs. “’s’true. He found us after the jinni fight with Carnivea and gave us the mission.”
Beelzebub knew where they were the whole time. Did he ever think for a moment to tell me that they were alive and well? Or perhaps, that they hadn’t left me by choice?
“What does he want with the dragon’s gold?”
With a shrug that’s too casual for the Anakin I know, he says, “He is the dragon sire, maybe he wants to make a special gift for his pets.”
I snort. The thirty-foot dragons are hardly what I’d call pets. Especially with their onyx black scales and vibrant red eyes; the creatures are possibly the scariest of all the demons in the underworld. Again, Beelzebub being second to Lucifer confounds me.
No, I don’t think he’s making presents for his vicious beasts. Something tells me there is a motive for mining the precious stones. Deciding not to push for now, I change the subject.
“So you lived on Montem Draco?” Dragon Mountain, formally known by its Latin name, is Beelzebub’s home in the Underworld. Lucifer City is just a few hours north of the prince’s homeland.
They both nod.
“Did you see the dragons?”
“Every day the winged beasts flew around Montem Draco.”
Micah shudders. “They hunt the demons living there.”
Well, that is hardly a surprise. Dragons are hungry beasts, and being as big as they are, everything is fair game. Even Lucifer, if caught unawares, would make an acceptable meal for the dragons. Another reason Beelzebub’s position doesn’t make sense. He should be high lord. Lucifer has no beasts, just
a few hundred offspring with horns and claws. Sure, they have special death powers, but they aren’t the strongest spawn in Avernus.
“Our time there was a punishment. Not being with you, or even near you to know you were okay and that Berith hadn’t gotten you, was unbearable.”
Seeing as they were in fine form, I’d say it was just north of unbearable.
“Right, well. Where are you staying now that the jinni wish has faded?”
The two of them share a look, and I know exactly what it means. They planned on staying with me. Did they expect me to let them? After everything they put me through? Then again, after hearing the truth, I’m not even that angry anymore. Well, mostly not angry. It’ll take time to trust them again, but for now I’m content being in their presence. My glass-shattering days are behind me. Literally behind me. Speaking of which, I need to clean that mess up before Jasper comes home.
Grabbing the broom from the closet, I sweep the broken glass while Anakin and Micah fill me in on some of their experiences in Montem Draco. They are mostly dangerous tales about hiding from the dragons. By the time I dump the final dustpan full of shards into the trash bin, I’m slightly dizzy from all the bending over. The fae wine is making me feverish, so I strip off my tank top and toss it on the counter.
At their astonished looks, I laugh. “I’m pretty sure nothing’s changed since the last time you saw my body.”
Thank you, demon immortality.
Anakin glances at the clock on the stove. “When did Jasper say he’d be back?”
I check the time. “He should be back within the hour.”
Micah grimaces. “That’s not nearly enough time.”
Catching onto their train of thought, my stomach flutters in anticipation and I squeeze my thighs together. Not even a touch from them and I’m soaking wet. As I walk around the granite countertop, I trail my fingers across Anakin’s chest when he turns in his seat. Micah catches my hand and pulls me to him. His thighs hold me hostage and when his mouth claims mine, the world explodes.
Or at least, that’s what it feels like. With deliberate strokes of his tongue, I come undone in his arms, moaning and pressing into him to relieve the pressure building at my apex. Anakin’s hands begin to roam over my ass and I wriggle under his touch. One rough hand pushes my sports bra up and over my breasts. I’m not sure who, but someone pinches one of my pebbled nipples before rubbing the pain away. They’re distracting me, trying to take my mind off of their absence and stupidity. It’s working.
When Micah stops kissing me I almost whine in protest, but before I can even utter a word, Anakin has pulled me up on the island and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is more demanding and I give in to him, letting him take every single thing he wants with his mouth.
Pressing his hips between my legs, his erection is firm against my core. He releases my lips and I drop my head back, taking a deep, shuddering breath as he unceremoniously dips his hand between my underwear and plunges two thick fingers inside of me. His thumb caresses my clit and he bites my neck again, hard enough to make me gasp but not hard enough to leave a bruise.
Yet.
“You’re dripping wet for me, sweet succubus. Do you want me to make you come?”
He bends and captures my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue a time or two around the peak before biting it.
“Yes,” I gasp and try to rock my hips against his fingers which are still teasing me with slow strokes.
Reaching for Micah, who has been watching Anakin tease me, I pull him to me and devour his lips as Anakin sinks to his knees and rips off my yoga pants and lacy thong. My hand finds Micah’s hardened length beneath his suit pants and I smile, grabbing his lower lip between my teeth and tugging.
“Off.”
Before I finish saying the words, his pants and boxers are on the floor. His cock is smooth in my hand and I squeeze him gently before jerking him off. When Anakin stops kissing my thighs and goes for the money shot, I place a hand on Micah’s arm, dropping my forehead against his chest to steady myself as I’m brought to the edge of an orgasm. Hearing the noises I’m making and knowing I’m near bursting, Micah uses a finger to lift my mouth to his and kisses me deeply. Then, his hand is in my hair and gripping it tightly just as Anakin bites the inside of my thigh. His thumb replaces his tongue and with one powerful swipe I’m coming all over his hand.
Micah’s cock is still in my hand and I continue to pump my fist, working him as he thrusts his hips to help me along.
“She’s up much too high to fuck her properly,” Anakin says, still kneeling between my legs and wiping his mouth.
He takes a step back and Micah hoists me off the counter and wraps my legs around his trim waist, carrying me back into the bedroom. Expecting him to drop me in the bed, I frown when he carries me into the bathroom. Setting me down, he spins me and roughly pulls my hips against his. My hands fly out to the counter, catching my balance, and I give him a devious smirk in the mirror.
His foot kicks my legs apart and I tilt my hips, more than willing to help him. When the thick head of his cock pushes into me, a guttural noise escapes me. The painful bite of his grip is at odds with the sheer euphoria of his length filling me. Micah hesitates for a second, dick deep inside me, then rips his shirt off and tosses it aside. My bra is still around my shoulders so I take the moment to pull it off before bracing myself.
“I’m going to fuck you hard.” He isn’t much for talking, so that’s all I get from him before he inches out of me. His eyes are on where our bodies join and he slams back into me with such force that I go to my forearms, gasping in delight. My eyes are riveted on him as the tip of his cock hits the spot deep inside me, a warmth building with each punishing stroke.
Our breaths are heavy, and he moves one hand from my waist to cup a breast, caressing and pinching while he drives into me. My core clenches and I’m lost again to another orgasm, this one much more forceful than the last. My mouth tingles as Micah pulls out, forcing me to turn around and placing my ass on the edge of the counter. One arm hooks under my leg and our eyes meet as he pushes into me again.
The kiss is hungry and sloppy, but neither of us care as something builds between us. Something natural and fueled by mutual desire, having nothing to do with my allure.
This force is separate and wholly our own. My head hits the mirror when he leans into me, hips pumping faster as he chases his own release. I reach down between us, wrapping my index finger and thumb around his cock to add an extra layer of pressure. With one more fierce pump, his penis pulses inside me.
“Fuck, Shera. I’ve missed this.”
I kiss him hard.
Anakin, now naked and hard, watches us from the bed, lounging against the headboard. His hand pumps over his length and I push Micah away from me, refusing to let Anakin come without being inside of me.
Micah chuckles darkly as I climb over Anakin, removing his hand from his cock and pinning it above his head along with the other one. “I’ll go make some food.”
He leaves us alone, letting Anakin have his time as he did with me.
“That’s hardly fair,” I say, dropping a kiss on his chest. My hips hover over his as I work my way up his neck. When I take the tender flesh between my teeth, I use a hand to position him and sink onto his slightly thinner cock. That’s not to say he isn’t thick; Micah is just thicker. His length makes up for the difference and I feel him press against my cervix. Between my arousal and Micah’s cum, I’m more than ready to accommodate him.
“Ride me good, baby.” Anakin runs his hands up my back and grips my hair, bringing my mouth to his. Doing as requested, I work my hips up and down his length. I press a hand against his chest and sit up, really feeling him as I swirl my hips, frantically chasing another orgasm.
“That pussy is mine.” His thumb works my clit as I ride him. Knowing he’s just caught up in the moment, I don’t bother reminding him he doesn’t own my vagina. We both know that, but the words do wonders for my libi
do.
“Your cock feels amazing,” I tell him.
He thrusts his hips up to meet mine. “You like my dick deep inside you?”
I make a noise of appreciation, and abruptly pull off of him. He makes a sound of protest but smirks when I roll over on the bed and spread my legs.
“Show me how deep you can get.” The words are a challenge and Anakin’s eyes light with excitement.
His hands trail over my thighs as he kneels on the bed, eyes roving over my body. He lifts one ankle and places it on his shoulder, then wraps the other leg around his hip, tilting me up as he positions himself.
“Hold on, sweet succubus.”
Then he’s inside me, filling me up and forcing a breath out of me. Since he has more control over the position, he uses his hands to pull my hips into his and I writhe against him. When he drops my ankle and comes down on top of me, he grinds his hips slowly against mine.
His mouth is hot against my neck and he whispers an apology before he finally gives me the bite he’s been leading up to. A hand goes underneath my back and his mouth holds me in place. He’s pressing his hips hard against mine and the pressure builds when he rolls his hips a bit faster. He releases my neck, but his hand finds my hair and wrenches my head back. Then, the grinding stops and his thrusts become wilder. My legs wrap around his waist and I whine a little with the force of his grip.
“You like the pain, don’t you baby?” he asks between pants and thrusts. “You want it hard.” His hips slam into mine and I’m pushed up the bed with the force of it. The grip he has loosens and he cages my head between his arms.
His long blond locks tickle my face and I reach up, gathering them and holding them tight in my grasp. He stops long enough to pull me up and sit me back on top of him in the middle of the bed. One arm props him up and the other snakes around my waist, fingers digging into my ass. I turn his head and lock my mouth over his neck as I roll down his length, biting him as hard as he did me.