Grave Consequences (Hellgate Guardians Book 2)

by Ivy Asher

  “But I thought Heaven and Hell were working toward the same goal? Why all the fighting?” I ask, confused.

  “We’re good...for now, but that hasn’t always been the case. Heaven and Hell have fought over how this world should be run, fought to hold the other accountable when things go wrong. Fought for souls to join our legions. Choice and agency are a tricky thing too, because factions with different ideas of how things should be done, and who should have power and control, pop up all the time. Take this Ophidian character for example. They declared war on Hell through their actions and now have to be dealt with. That happens in Heaven, Hell, and the Mortal Realm somewhat regularly.”

  I nod and take in everything they’re saying. It makes sense. Humans have a penchant for fighting and power struggles, so I guess the souls of the other realms aren’t any different. All of this newfound knowledge is helping me to paint a picture of the guys’ lives and Hell in general. It’s eye-opening to learn about where they come from and what kind of pasts they’ve had. This is just the tip of the iceberg, but I’m looking forward to gathering more tidbits every day, and just learning more about what makes them, and this world I’m now a part of, tick.

  I give a yawn, and Crux pauses his petting on my arm as he glances over at me. “You want to go to sleep, Jeter? You must be tired.”

  “Exhausted,” I agree. “Everything happened with the Vestibule, and then I fell straight into Nihil and was promptly thrown into a dungeon. For the record, Hell dungeons are not comfortable. At all. Those metal beds are evil.”

  Echo chuckles and kisses my head, smoothing down the bright purple tresses. “You should rest. We all should. It’s been a crazy...who knows how many fucking hours.”

  “We should,” I say agreeably. “But…” I trail my finger up his chest at the same time that I start playing footsies with Crux.

  “But…?” Crux repeats, waiting for me to elaborate.

  “But I always sleep best if I have an orgasm right before.”

  Echo tips back his head and laughs, his pale throat bobbing. I want to lean forward and lick the curves of it. “Listen to her. Multiple orgasms in the shower and she still wants more.”

  “Well, she is a demon. Demons are greedy,” Crux says with a smirk.

  I nod in agreement. “Very greedy…oh, and lustful,” I add for good measure, although really, this can’t be a surprise. I did openly claim all four of them for myself with no shame or hesitation.

  “That’s right,” he says before sitting up and pinching the top of the silk robe I’m wearing. He slowly starts to drag it down my chest, until the fabric pools on my lap. Echo grabs it and flings it away.

  All they have on are boxers, which do nothing to hide the fact that they’re already growing hard.

  Echo sits up on his knees, and Crux looks over at him. “No hands?”

  The shadow demon nods in agreement. “No hands.”

  Oh fuck, why did that just make me so damn excited?

  Echo’s black eyes come up to meet my gaze. “Hands up. I want you to grip the top of the headboard.”

  Swallowing hard and growing wetter by the second, I do as he says, my fingers curling over the wood.

  “Good, just like that,” he tells me. A tattoo slithers off his skin and swims up my exposed stomach until it splits off, trailing up each of my arms and then circling around my wrists like handcuffs holding me in place. My stomach fills with heat, sending it right between my thighs with a heady rush.

  “That time in your living room, when you were grinding your sweet pussy on my cock and letting my shadows do filthy things to you? I can’t stop thinking about that. You were so fucking sexy. I wanted to fuck you right then and there.”

  “I did too,” I admit, my chest rising and falling faster.

  “I think you’re going to like the no hands play time,” he says with a smirk, and I look over just in time to see Crux crawling down my body, his lips leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses against my stomach.

  I nearly whimper as he starts going lower and lower until he places a kiss on my inner thighs and then the spot right above my clit.

  “Please,” I say, urging him to go where I want. I have been fantasizing about his tongue ever since I first saw it, and my body is tense and trembling in anticipation.

  “Don’t worry,” Crux tells me. “You’ll be screaming our names soon, just lie back and feel everything.”

  Bracing my arms against the shadowed cuffs, I watch as he leans down and lets his tongue unfurl as he drags it against my thigh. The fork is subtle but made more noticeable by the silver barbells on each side.

  “You want to feel this licking your pussy, Delta?” he asks.

  I answer quickly. “Yes.”

  “Good, because I’ve been dying to taste you.”

  His blond head lowers, and in the next second, that wicked, otherworldly tongue of his spreads my lips and skims over my most intimate parts. One long, languid stroke drags over me, and I jolt, my ass lifting off the mattress. Echo’s shadows are there a second later, pinning my hips down. “Hold still.”

  He lets some shadows drift up, and they start to swirl around my breasts, teasing the curves around them. My nipples pucker, my lips part, and I close my eyes as I listen to what Crux said and just feel.

  His tongue laps at me. Making me wetter, making me hotter. And when that pierced, slick muscle flicks over my budding clit, I start to whine and writhe, straining against the shadowed bindings that are pinning me in place.

  “I think she likes that,” Echo murmurs, and Crux hums against me, sending a subtle vibration from his mouth to my nerves.

  Echo’s shadows dip inward, and then they’re plucking at my nipples, pinching just to the point of pain. I cry out, unable to hold it back, and then Echo brings it back down to soft caresses, gentle strokes that knead my breasts, before they go right back to their rough handling. Back and forth, forward and back, he has me ride that delicious line of pleasurable pain.

  I’m panting, staring at the darkness of my closed lids, feeling everything that they’re doing to me without even laying a hand on my body.

  Crux moves from my aching clit that’s now begging for even more attention, and instead directs his tongue inside of me. He thrusts in hard, without hesitation, and I moan out their names, one after the other.

  Holy shit, he can make his tongue fucking long.

  My wrists pull against the shadows, my breasts jut up for more attention, my clit throbs, my pussy weeps, begging for more. The overwhelming sensation of bliss and ecstasy builds inside of me until Crux is tongue fucking me hard and fast, getting so fucking deep, his face pressed between my thighs as his mouth does wicked, wicked things to me. Those sweet barbells and ambidextrous movements of his forked tip make it so he can somehow curl against that sweet spot inside of me, and he drags against the rippled wall of pleasure as my pussy flutters.

  “She’s almost there,” Echo says, his voice sounding like it’s all around the room. “Open your eyes, Delta. Watch us make you come.”

  My eyes lift open at his direction, heavy with dazed lust. I look down at my flushed and pebbled body as shadows swirl around me, massaging my skin and teasing my breasts. Crux keeps his hands behind his back as he tongues me, and I whimper when I see Echo’s shadow massaging my lower abdomen and snaking lower down to my clit.

  They caress and tease my skin sinfully slowly, and I practically shout out in celebration when the shadows finally converge on my clit. They swirl around and then start flicking and pressing. The timing aligns like stars in the sky, and when Crux’s tongue curls against my G-spot again, I leap off the peak in a breathy shout, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

  My pussy floods and spills as I come, my body jolting against Echo’s magical shadow hold. The orgasm is hard and heightened. Like I’ve jumped off a very high cliff.

  When I come down from my high, I’m so spent that I can’t even offer to return the favor.

  “That was amazing,�
�� I slur, my eyes already sliding shut. His tongue was everything I imagined it could be and so much fucking more.

  I hear murmured voices, but I don’t listen, already caught in the holding place for a heavy sleep. I feel someone clean me up and then gently tuck me in, arranging my wings and limbs comfortably on the bed, and then the next thing I know, I’m lying between both guys beneath the blankets, my head resting on a soft feather pillow as strong, muscled arms are holding me close.

  I fall asleep with the sound of their even breathing and the fullest heart I’ve ever had.

  This. This is what happiness is. All that’s missing is two more demons.

  13

  I come to with lips nipping at my neck and hard-ons pressed into my ass and stomach. There’s a set of hands caressing my ribs, while another set is moving lower down my abdomen.

  I’m instantly aroused and ready, and I let out a sleepy moan as I stretch and arch my back, shoving my ass into Echo’s hard cock behind me and pushing my tits into Crux’s chest in front of me.

  “Well, good morning to you too,” Crux greets with a smile in his voice as he grinds himself against my front.

  Fuck yeah, it’s a good morning I muse as I thread my fingers through Crux’s soft locks and spread my thighs, giving Echo’s wandering hands permission to play. Echo nips at the back of my neck and presses into me, flattening my wings as he drops his hand lower. With his hot breath against my skin, he uses deft fingers to spread me open, his fingertips brushing gently over my lips.

  I start to pant, but then two quick and powerful knocks sound off at the bedroom door, making me jump. Before anyone can scream, “Go away,” it swings open.

  Crux groans like he was expecting this and rolls onto his back, but Echo apparently is not in the mood to be deterred because he sinks two fingers deep inside of my very wet pussy as Iceman and Jerif stroll casually into the room.

  I gasp, frozen, and I can feel the smile that stretches over Echo’s full lips as he curls his fingers inside of me while my two other demons close the distance, looking way too serious and sinfully hot for their own good.

  “We let you sleep for as long as we could, but we need to get going on the induction,” Iceman announces, his blue eyes raking over my flushed cheeks and sheet-clad body. His focus settles on my chest for a second before lifting back to my face. He looks almost pained. I glance down, seeing that my very hard nipples are noticeable through the sheet, and it’s not exactly hard to tell where Echo’s hand is.

  I can’t even be sorry, though.

  My eyes bank with heat as Iceman and I stare at each other, and I send all kinds of vibes out that he should strip and crawl into bed with us too so he can wrap those cool blue lips around my tits and shove a hand down to join Echo’s. I almost let a moan out at that thought.

  Iceman takes a deep breath, and his tongue runs over his lips quickly. “As much as I’d love to make today, tomorrow, the next day, and all the days after that about showing Delta exactly what demons are capable of when it comes to her body...we need to secure the Gate first.”

  Crux groans in frustration.

  “Did something happen last night?” Echo asks, still not moving his hand from my pussy. I keep squirming, though I don’t know if I’m trying to get him deeper or urge him out.

  “Nothing we couldn’t handle, but we shouldn’t leave ourselves vulnerable. We can play hide the pitchfork all we want when we’re done, but duty calls,” Jerif growls out, his fiery gaze fixed on the location of Echo’s hand pointedly, a tic in his jaw forming.

  Ohh. Someone’s jealous.

  I’m not stoked about not being able to capitalize on what was just going down in bed, but the sooner we do our jobs, the sooner I can get all of them in this bed with me.

  Priorities.

  I look at Echo, waiting for him to pull out, but he doesn’t. He just lies there, stroking me, eyeing me like he’s throwing down a challenge to see what I’ll do. With a cocked brow, I rise up to the occasion. I’m going to show him and the other three that I’m not ashamed. I’m not going to hide in front of them—any of them. I want this relationship to be open, and I’ll never get that unless I start it off right.

  Without any room for shyness, I push back the covers, putting my well sexed and ready body on display. I meet the stares of all three guys as they look at me before my gaze drags to Echo, who hums in satisfaction, like I passed his test.

  He slowly pulls his fingers out of me, making sure to circle my clit once, and then brings his hand up to his mouth that’s wearing a salacious smile. My lips part in shock and want as he licks his pointer finger clean and then his middle finger, relishing the taste of me like it’s now his favorite thing to eat.

  I hear one of the guys make a low, rumbling noise.

  “You play dirty,” I whisper to Echo.

  “Oh, you have no idea just how dirty I like to play,” he teases, and I have to close my eyes and breathe through the desire that overpowers my body, because my sex drive wants to shove away all rational thought.

  I want to do dirty, dirty things to these demons.

  “No, Delta,” I mumble-scold myself before I get carried away. “Fix the Hellgate first, then fuck their brains out.”

  “What was that?” Crux asks with a chipper tone.

  “Nothing,” I reply sweetly before trying to force myself into a sitting position. Fuck. Getting out of this bed isn’t easy. There are way too many things in it that I want to play with.

  I shake those thoughts away and stretch my spine, showing off every naked inch of me as my purple wings shift and fluff. I look down at my chest with appreciation. Man, I really love these new perky boobs. I have a feeling the guys love them too, because they won’t stop staring.

  If Echo can tease, I can too, right?

  I rub a hand down my breasts, like feeling myself up is something I do normally right when I get out of bed in the morning, making sure to let a little stretch-moan fall from my lips. Suppressing a smirk, I hop off the end of the bed and stand up. You could hear a pin drop in the silence that overtakes the room.

  “Okay, I’ll just get dressed and be right out,” I call over my shoulder as I saunter into the bathroom. I close the door and hear a distinct, “Fuck, let’s make this induction quick,” on the other side.

  I smile. That was easy.

  Heading to the sink, I turn it on and rinse my mouth before splashing water on my face. I expect to see some kind of bed monster in the mirror when I look up as I dry off my face, but my hair is voluminous and smooth, and I look all kinds of glowy and sexy.

  Damn. Demon does a body good.

  A spark of some of the things Echo and Crux were doing to me yesterday flashes through my mind, and I decide I need a T-shirt that says demon dick is the new milk.

  I notice a pile of black clothing on the bathroom counter, and I unfold it to find the same leather pants from my first shift in the graveyard, along with my black tank top. I don’t even question how these things are here. Either GL is fucking with me or the guys are. Either way, I’m just as amused as I remember the first time I put this uniform on.

  In the corner on the floor, I find the black shit-kicker boots by the door, right next to the belt holster, and my scythe is propped up beside them. I pull the leather pants on sans underwear because, of course, there aren’t any.

  But the tank top? That’s gonna be a problem.

  I hold it in my hands with a frown, trying to envision how I can get it to fit with my wings. With a thought, my eyes scan over to the scythe, and I walk over and pick it up. “Alright, scythe. I need you to do your thing so I can cut holes into my shirt, got it?”

  It sits in my palm in walking stick mode, so I give it a little shake. “Transform. Do the Swiss move. Abracadabra. Open Sesame,” I ramble off, hoping one of those will do the trick. They don’t.

  “Look, I don’t have time for this. I need you to activate,” I tell it as I start tapping the wood and metal pieces.

  Still
, nothing happens. A small growl escapes me. “Really? You were all trigger-happy during the demon dinner party when I almost got smote by Lucifer, but now you won’t help a girl out?”

  It stays completely bladeless, and I grit my teeth. “Fine, you useless fucking scythe,” I curse it as I go to set it back down. “I’ll go find a pair of scissors instead.”

  Just as I lean over to set it down on the floor again, the blade pops out, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me. “Ahh!”

  I move back just in time, the blade’s edge just barely missing my arm. I glare at it where it landed against the wall. “Real fucking mature,” I sneer at it before snatching it back up.

  Spreading the shirt on the counter, I carefully slice some of the fabric away on the back. I’m by no means a seamstress, so my lines are crooked as hell, but at least the holes look like they’ll be big enough.

  Once I’m done, I prop the scythe up in the corner again and point at it. “You’re gonna stay there in time-out and think about what you’ve done.”

  Turning, I grab the cut up tank top and step into it feet-first, before drawing it up my body and then slipping my wings one at a time through the newly cut holes. It takes a lot of effort, since I’m not at all used to having to do this, and by the time I’m finally done, I vow to only wear strapless tops that can fit beneath the base of my wings.

  I lace up the boots next, and now that I’m fully dressed, I feel like everything has come full circle. When I look in the mirror again, I look the part of demon Hellgate Guardian. And this could be the amazing sex talking, but it feels right to get inducted. If I hadn’t freaked out, been in denial, and taken time to accept fate, this is how it all would have happened in the beginning. I feel like I’ve aged a decade since everything happened, but in a good way.

  Finally done getting ready, I open the bathroom door to find the bed still mussed but the room empty. I walk out and wander down the hall for a couple of minutes until I find stairs that lead down. I make a note to have the guys give me a tour of this place. I have no idea where anything is, and if I’m going to be staying here… Wait. Am I going to be staying here?