All The Demons: A Paranormal Academy Reverse Harem Romance (Angel Academy Book 3)

by Riley London

  “More,” I begged. “Please, please. More.”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” Zachary grinned as he slid my panties down past my knees, my ankles, and soon they were on the floor of the dorm room.

  He returned his mouth to my pussy, his tongue made direct contact with my clit, sliding along it in small circles and driving me absolutely insane. I shamelessly ground my hips against his mouth, feeling myself getting closer and closer, the electricity building behind my abdomen.

  Just when I was going over the edge with my fingers twisting in Zachary’s blond hair, I saw Benjamin stepping into the room. He looked over at me, and I looked over at him, just as an orgasm ripped through my body.

  “Benjie…Benjie…” I moaned as my legs shook against the bed.

  “Wrong name,” Zachary quipped, before he came up for air. He turned towards Benjamin with a smile. “Oh, hey! You’re here too?”

  “Celeste said she wanted to talk to me.” Benjamin glanced away from us both. “But I can come back if now isn’t a good time.”

  “We were just finishing up.” Zachary sat up on the bed with a shrug. “What did you want to talk to Benjie about, Celeste?”

  “I…” I felt my face burning with a blush. It felt so strange to ask them both for sex, even though we’d done it plenty of times before. But those times were different, because I wasn’t asking them because I wanted to go on some dangerous solo mission to save Charlie’s life.

  I was just asking them because I was horny.

  Suddenly, it dawned on me that I needed to be honest with both of them. I couldn’t be this intimate with them and keep such important information to myself, especially since I knew how much both Zachary and Benjamin cared about me too. They’d want to know what was going on with me, even if there wasn’t anything they could do to stop me from trying to bring Charlie back.

  Even if it meant losing my own life.

  “I found the sword.” I kept my voice low as I looked between Zachary and Benjamin.

  “What sword?” Zachary asked.

  “Michael’s sword,” Benjamin answered for me, giving me a puzzled look. “You found Michael’s sword. How?”

  “I told you. My dad had it,” I explained. “But it wasn’t working anymore, so I had to have my sister—”

  “What the fuck, Celeste? You went to meet your sister without backup?” Zachary seemed pissed.

  “I’m alive, aren’t I?” I tried to argue my point. “Anyway, Trinity was able to make it so prayers could work with the sword again. But apparently, if the sword doesn’t think you’re wielding it for a holy cause or whatever, it’ll just kill you instead.”

  “Were you able to wield it?” Benjamin took a step closer to the bed. “Without being harmed?”

  “Yeah. I was able to pick it up just fine,” I replied. “And it was the weirdest thing too. When I held it, it was like…it was like an extension of me. I know it’s going to sound crazy, but it was almost like the sword was already part of my brain. Just like another limb or something.”

  “Well, I’m glad that you were able to wield it and survive.” Benjamin let out a sigh of relief. “But that still does not excuse the fact that you approached your sister without us.”

  “Yeah, Celeste. What gives? You know good and well that your sister is murder-y,” Zachary continued. “Why the hell would you ever think going to meet up with her solo was a good idea?”

  “I wasn’t thinking, I guess,” I admitted. “I’m sorry. Ever since Charlie has been gone, I think I haven’t quite been in my right mind. It just feels like this fog is over everything that I do now.”

  “Told you. Charlie is her favorite.” Zachary directed a smirk towards Benjamin. “I bet if you or I went missing, she wouldn’t even notice for a week.”

  “That’s not true!” I snapped at Zachary. “And you really need to stop saying shit like that. Don’t you get that I don’t want to lose you? Any of you? If what happened to Charlie happened to you or Benjie, you don’t think that I’d be the same way?”

  I felt something dark surge underneath my skin, but I still spoke through it. “You have no idea what it’s been like for me. Going from being just a regular person to all of this. Going from being nobody important, to being the kind of person who can wield Michael’s fucking sword. Going from feeling like I didn’t have a family to having to watch and wait to see if each one of you are going to be picked off, one by one.”

  “Celeste.” Benjamin’s voice was calm as he came to sit beside me on the bed. “Listen to me. You have to calm down.”

  “Don’t tell me what I have to do. I am so sick and tired of being told what I need to do, what I’m supposed to do.”

  “Celeste, he’s serious. You need to calm the fuck down. Right now,” Zachary warned. “You know what happens when you get like this, and if you pull that shit at the academy—”

  “Get like what—Oh.” I looked down at my hands, now noticing the swirls of dark smoke that seeped from my fingertips. “Shit! Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t even know it was happening again.”

  “Hey. Hey, it’s okay,” Benjamin whispered, before he placed his hands on either side of my face. “Everything’s okay, Celeste. You’re safe here.”

  He bent his forehead down towards mine, before he quietly spoke against my lips. “Everything’s okay and I love you.”

  “You’ve never said that to me before,” I murmured back to him. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I’m sure.” Benjamin smiled. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. I love you, Celeste Venoix.”

  “I love you, too, Benjamin Nash.” I couldn’t help the smile that came over my face too. “I love you so much. And I’m sorry that I’ve been such a monster lately.”

  “You’re not a monster just because you have emotions,” Benjamin replied. “But it’s like I told you, Celeste. The more you’re around demonic energy, the easier it’s going to get to call upon it when you’re upset or frustrated. And I don’t want to see anything happen to you because of it.”

  “Can you help me?” I asked. “At least to take my mind off it for a little while?”

  “Yes.” Benjamin nodded, pulling me into his arms. His hand soon slid between my thighs, and he slipped a finger inside of me.

  I shuddered at the motion before I bent my head down towards his neck, and pressed my mouth against his warm skin. As I kissed him again and again, wanting to leave my mark on him, wanting everyone who saw him to know that he was mine, Benjamin slipped another finger inside of me, making me completely weak in the knees.

  He curled his fingertips, with his knuckles roughly brushing against my G-spot, brushing against the most sensitive part of me. I moaned his name in response as he continued the motion, bringing me closer and closer to release. Angelic electricity buzzed all around me, every nerve of my skin feeling like it was coming to life.

  In that same moment, I suddenly felt Zachary’s mouth wrapping around my nipple. I hadn’t even noticed that while Benjamin was fingering me, Zachary had finished taking off my bra, the fabric now lay on the floor. Zachary then used his other hand to softly caress my other nipple, keeping his tongue swirling around the one between his lips.

  “I can’t…I can’t…” Everything just felt too good and before I’d even had a chance to finish my thoughts, I came against Benjamin’s fingers, my hips rocked as I did. I sighed when all was said and done, my body seemingly content with having two orgasms that night.

  I felt Benjamin’s hands at my waist, pushing me further back against the bed. A moment or so later, he was in place on top of my frame, with a smile still on his face. “Is it okay if we…is it okay if I—”

  “Yes.” I nodded, with a smirk. “I consent.”

  “Good.” Benjamin smiled again, taking a few seconds to pull down his pants and boxers, his hardened cock broke free from the fabric.

  I opened my legs even further, wanting to give him enough room to slip inside of me, and it didn’t take long for
me to get exactly what I wanted. I moaned as Benjamin’s cock filled me up, feeling like it was stretching my pussy as far as it would go.

  Fuck. I really hadn’t had sex in a while.

  It almost reminded me of my first time, except so much better because it was Benjamin inside of me.

  “Are you okay?” Benjamin asked, his blue eyes staring down at me. “You feel, uh, kind of tight.”

  “Yes.” I nodded. “Sorry. It’s just that I haven’t had sex in a while so—”

  “You don’t need to apologize,” Benjamin continued. “I just wanted to make sure that you were comfortable.”

  “I am,” I replied. “Just keep going. It’ll feel better and better, the longer that you do.”

  “Okay…” Benjamin started to move his hips against me, his cock thrusting in and out of me as he did.

  It felt like absolute heaven. I was getting wetter and wetter with every thrust, my body so eagerly responded to Benjamin’s cock, my pussy tightened around his shaft in intervals, and I begged for him to come inside me.

  “I love you.” The words came out broken, spilling in-between Benjamin’s thrusts. “Benjie, I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” Benjamin bent closer to my frame, pushing inside of me with even more vigor and power. “I love you so much, Celeste.”

  “I—Hmphh.” My words were interrupted by Zachary’s cock sliding into my mouth. I wanted to call him an asshole for ruining such a sweet moment between Benjamin and I, but instead, I turned my head just enough to take more of his cock at a better angle.

  Fuck. I loved how Zachary tasted. I even loved the way he was in bed, all dominant and sure of himself. Making love with Benjamin and Zachary was always such a contrast, with Benjamin’s sweet nature coming through even when he fucked me hard, and Zachary always coming across like I was made for his cock, made to be fucked by him in every way.

  I moaned against Zachary’s shaft as he slightly pushed it further down my throat.

  “You can take it, baby,” Zachary groaned, his hand going towards the back of my head. “You’re so fucking good at that.”

  Baby.

  Zachary had never called me that before. In fact, he’d never called me any term of endearment before. I wondered if overhearing the conversation between Benjamin and I, the way we exchanged I love yous like it was going out of style, was making Zachary a little more sentimental than usual.

  Or maybe it’d just been a fluke.

  Either way, hearing Zachary call me his baby was the thing that did me in. I felt myself coming on Benjamin’s cock, my body shuddered as a wave of pure pleasure passed over me. Benjamin finished inside of me, his thrusts stalled out as his fingers pressed deep into my hips.

  “Move,” Zachary growled over towards Benjamin, who shifted away from me on the bed. Zachary soon took his place, his cock sliding inside of me nearly as soon as Benjamin’s had slid out.

  Zachary didn’t waste any time with his actions, his hands quickly found my hips for balance before he pushed his cock inside of me with seemingly all that he had. My moans grew louder as Zachary fucked me the way he always did, like he was a man who’d been lost in the desert for days and I was his only source of water. Zachary fucked me like he needed me, and as his cock pressed against my G-spot, I pushed my hips against Zachary too with that same sense of desperation.

  Soon enough, I found myself coming hard against Zachary’s cock, unable to control my body’s response to the guy. He just knew how to fuck me so perfectly. It was honestly pretty annoying, considering how little I wanted to contribute any further to Zachary’s ego.

  But fuck. I couldn’t deny that he could make me come.

  And I didn’t think that he’d even been trying that hard to begin with.

  A few more strokes, and Zachary came inside of me too, something I could tell happened by the look on his face. He always looked so smug and satisfied after he’d finished, a fact that often brought a smile to my own expression. It was almost like he was proud of fucking me, and something about that warmed me in a way that I couldn’t explain.

  I liked the idea of being something that Zachary was proud of.

  When he pulled out of me, I immediately stood up from the bed, my hands already going towards my skirt and blouse on the floor, the golden glow of my skin already reflected the love that just flowed inside of me.

  “Uh, Celeste?” Benjamin’s tone was filled with concern. “Aren’t you going to clean up first?”

  “Yeah, yeah, sure. I’ll hit up the bathroom in a minute.” I paused for a moment, looking around the room for my bra. When I found it, I quickly put it on. “Oh, but there’s something I need you to do for me while I’m getting cleaned up.”

  “And what’s that?” Zachary asked, looking me up and down. It almost seemed like he was ready for a round two, but unfortunately for him, I wasn’t in the mood for an encore performance.

  “I need you to summon Mammon.”

  Chapter 8

  “You must be out of your fucking mind!” Zachary whisper-screamed as we walked towards the academy’s library. “There is no fucking way that you’re summoning a fucking Prince of Hell.”

  “Zachary is right, Celeste.” Benjamin grimaced, trying to keep up with my pace. “This isn’t like the last time we did this. The Princes of Hell are no longer bound by Michael’s chains. If you summon them this time, there’s no telling the amount of damage that they could do.”

  “And what happens if Mammon decides to kill all of us and then burn down the rest of the academy?” Zachary hissed. “Did you ever stop and think about that, Celeste?”

  “Or what if Mammon kills Benjamin and me? Leaving you with all the blame?” Benjamin suggested. “The Council will end your life, Celeste. No further questions asked.”

  “Why would Mammon hurt either one of you?” I scoffed. “The only person that asshole wants to hurt is me. He doesn’t have any issues with you.”

  “We’re angels, Celeste,” Zachary continued. “Every last demon in the world has issues with us.”

  “Guys, if you don’t want to help me, that’s fine. I’ve been to enough classes with Mr. Toorin,” I explained. “I can figure out how to read some of the Latin in one of those old books and figure the rest out for myself.”

  “Celeste, summoning a demon is not a guessing game.” Benjamin’s grimace turned into a scowl. “You are invoking dangerous forces here. You can’t treat it as if you can simply undo your mistakes so easily.”

  “Okay. But if you’re worried about me fucking something up, then you should probably help me, right?” I pushed open the door to the library. “Wouldn’t that be so much simpler than trying to clean my blood and guts off the floor after I blow myself up or something by mistake?”

  “Don’t even joke about shit like that.” Zachary stepped around my path, until he stood right in front of me. “Celeste. Seriously. Just take a minute and actually think about what you’re trying to do here.”

  “I have thought about it. A lot,” I assured him. “And this is the only way to see if I’m actually going to be strong enough to take on the Princes of Hell. If I’m not able to win in a fight against Mammon, even with Michael’s sword, even with the power of God in my veins, then I’m not The Chosen One and I’m wasting everybody’s time.”

  “And what if you die?” Zachary’s words came out low. “What if I have to watch you die?”

  “Then, I’m sorry,” I offered. “But I still have to try. For Charlie. For the sake of the world. You have to understand that, Zach.”

  “I do understand it. I guess I just don’t like it. But…you’re right. If you aren’t the one to defeat the princes, that’s something we need to know right now.” He nodded before he moved out of my way. “All right, Benjie. Let’s help her out.”

  “What? Are you serious?” Benjamin shook his head in disbelief. “I thought we were trying to talk her out of this.”

  “There’s no talking her out of this one. I can see it in her eyes.�
�� Zachary smirked. “But we might as well make sure she doesn’t summon the wrong demon or something.”

  “…Fine.” Benjamin sighed as he walked in front of me, heading deeper into the library’s halls. “Follow me.”

  “Mammon, ostende te. Mammon, ostende te. Mammon, ostende te.” Benjamin chanted underneath his breath, his eyes closed and his hand in mine. “Mammon, ostende te…”

  We were standing behind the library, staring at a patch of green grass.

  Watching. Waiting.

  Eventually, I joined in with Benjamin’s chant, and after that, I heard Zachary join in too. I was never quite sure if us helping Benjamin with his chants helped us summon the demon even faster, but it didn’t seem like it’d hurt either. And one day, I was going to have to ask Benjamin how to summon a demon or two for myself.

  But for now, I was content watching him work his own magic, the ground below our feet beginning to violently shake. A deep, red crevice formed on the patch of grass, as if the earth was splitting in two and bleeding out.

  And then, I saw him.

  Mammon appeared before us, still wearing his suit and tie, still impeccably manicured from head-to-toe. It seemed as if all the Princes of Hell put a high value on their outward appearance, and I wondered why they chose to present themselves as successful and attractive, rather than the father of sins that they really were. They would’ve been much scarier if they looked demonic, with red eyes glowing and crackling, porous skin.

  But then I realized that if their aim was to cause the fall of humanity and the ruin of heaven itself, that they needed to seem as if that wasn’t their aim, at all. By presenting themselves like this, like Mammon all dressed to the nines, they didn’t feel like such a threat, even though they wanted to end the world.

  And that made me even more terrified, knowing that Mammon and the others were miles ahead in terms of strategy and outlook. I thought about how many other things about their appearances were perfectly planned, if they’d purposely shown themselves to me as attractive beings, if they changed their outward look to better suit what my eyes wanted to see.