Grave Consequences (Hellgate Guardians Book 2)

by Ivy Asher

  “Fuck, Delta,” he hisses, and I want to say, I know, right? But I’m too lost in the feel of him.

  “Don’t stop…” I tell him because I’m so fucking close…

  “Ah, shit, you guys started without us?”

  The sound of Crux’s voice makes my eyes pop open and widen as Iceman and I both freeze at the sight of him and Echo, who both just appeared in the bedroom.

  When Iceman sees it’s just them, he simply turns back around and keeps fucking me. “Shit!” I curse, gripping the sheets in my fists.

  “Mind if we join in there, Raf? It looks like her hands need something to hold onto.”

  Iceman thrusts into me so hard that my head nearly knocks into the headboard before he looks down at me, slowing down slightly. “You want to have your hands occupied, Maverick?” he asks.

  “Fuck, it’s happening…” I say in answer, as I immediately reach out my hands like I’m waiting impatiently for a hand job handout.

  “What’s happening?” Echo asks as he shrugs sexily out of his shirt at the same time that Crux drops his pants.

  “I think it’s another one of her fantasies,” Iceman correctly guesses.

  Echo’s and Crux’s eyes glitter with curious hunger. “You been fantasizing about group sex, Delta?” Crux asks.

  “Dreamt it,” I half say, half moan as Iceman fucks me harder, while Crux pulls off his shirt, not at all shy to bare his tanned, naked body in front of the others.

  “Oh, you dirty, dirty demon,” Echo says with a click of his tongue and a wicked grin that makes my stomach tighten.

  Crux walks around the bed to the other side, his knees coming up on the mattress. The bed gives a groan of protest that makes him pause.

  “It’s fine, it’s fine,” I say breathlessly, reaching out and gripping his already hardening dick.

  “Damn, Jeter,” he hisses in surprise at my impatience to get him in my grip. I fist him hard, stealing another breath from his chiseled chest.

  Echo sinks into bed beside me without me even realizing he’d finished undressing. I look over with a gasp as his hand comes down to squeeze my breast, his shadow slipping off his arm to start playing with my nipples. “You have the most gorgeous tits, Delta,” he rumbles before moving up so that I can reach his cock too.

  His hand closes around mine, showing me exactly how tight he wants me to clench around him. I start stroking them both up and down in tandem, moving at the same pace that Iceman is fucking me.

  “I want to come together,” I say breathlessly.

  Echo smirks. “Did you hear that, Jerif? Delta wants us all to come together.”

  A sharp breath gets caught in my throat as my eyes fly up to see my lava demon standing propped up in the doorway to my bedroom, one ankle crossed over the other as he watches us.

  His fiery eyes move from my bouncing breasts to my face, and what I see in his gaze is the most intense arousal. It makes my pussy clamp down around Iceman, a curse flying out of his blue lips.

  “You want all of us to come together, Warrior Princess?” he says, his hard cock visible beneath his pants.

  “Yes, please…”

  “Already begging,” he says with a cocky smirk.

  I don’t care that he’s right. From Iceman’s slow icicle dick fucking to now being surrounded by Crux and Echo also, I’m so worked up that I’m on the brink of ecstasy—but I meant what I said. I desperately want us all to come. Together.

  I let go of Crux and Echo for a moment and then let my ankles drop from where I had them wrapped around Iceman’s ass. I pull away and flip onto my hands and knees, and then wait, my bottom lip caught between my teeth.

  “I think that’s your cue to get the fuck over here,” Echo tells Jerif.

  My fiery-haired demon pushes away from the doorway, undressing as he goes. It’s a sexy fucking striptease that he somehow manages to do without tripping up or slowing down. By the time he makes it to the bed, he’s gloriously naked, showing off every inch of his smooth black skin.

  He moves to the top of the bed, kneeling in front of me so that his jutting cock is right in front of my face. He takes my shoulders in his hot hands, pulling my torso up slightly and taking the weight off my upper half of my arms so that my hands don’t have to hold myself up in this position.

  “If you want us all to come at the same time, then I suggest you get to work,” he says, the thrill of his growly, bossy voice nearly making me pant.

  I reach over for Crux and Echo once more, stroking them firmly, and I feel Iceman’s hand come down to smooth over my ass, making my cheeks jiggle before he spreads them apart and starts to rub his dick over my back hole.

  I freeze in surprise when his second hand comes down and his wet, cold finger presses into my ass. My head whips to look over my shoulder, and Iceman watches me, but he doesn’t stop. “I want you here, Delta,” he tells me, and I swear to fuck I nearly come just from him saying that to me.

  “Then take me there,” I tell him, but I jolt when he presses a second damp finger inside of me, stretching me out, at the same time that he lets his cock sweep up the juices leaking from my pussy.

  But I don’t get to watch Iceman as he lifts his dick to start pressing his head into my ass, because Jerif gets impatient. A firm hand threads through my hair, and my face is jerked forward again.

  “I want that mouth. Now, Delta.”

  I practically start drooling at the sight of his cock that juts up in front of me like a proud statue. But that provoking side of me that loves to play fight with Jerif comes rearing its head. “Maybe I won’t give it to you,” I tease. “Maybe I’ll just lick you,” I say, my voice raspy. “I’ll lick you all over, inch by inch, and suck on your balls too until they’re drawing up...but I won’t suck your cock. Not until you say please.”

  Flames erupt over my clit at my taunt. My mouth drops open in surprise, which is exactly what he was counting on. Jerif tightens his hold on my scalp and shoves his dick into my mouth, my jaw open as wide as it can go to take his length.

  I hear Crux chuckle as his hand comes down to flick my nipple. “I don’t think she was expecting that.”

  “No, but she likes it, because her pussy is gushing right now,” Iceman says as he scoops up some of that moisture, coating more of it over his dick before pushing himself all the way into my ass.

  A muffled moan and curse sound out around Jerif’s cock as I suck and swirl my tongue around him, moving as much as I can while he pistons his hips into my mouth.

  “You like Jerif’s flames on your clit, don’t you?” Echo asks. “You like all that heat, but maybe you need a little more...pressure.”

  Oh fuck.

  Echo’s shadows come down, adding his element to Jerif’s burning, tingling heat. With the shadows working alongside Jerif’s power, the flames now feel more solid, like a hot thumb is circling that button of pleasure.

  Iceman bottoms out in my ass, and then all four of them are thrusting into me—into my ass, my mouth, my hands, touching my breasts, plucking my nipples, teasing my clit. Crux leans down and licks up my neck, nipping at the most sensitive parts of my skin at the same time that I feel Iceman shove a finger up my pussy, thrusting it into me behind the thin barrier where his cock is.

  I’m mindless. Breathless. All that exists is them moving in me, and giving in to the pleasure. I’m a collection of tongue, touch, heat, ice, and shadow.

  And then I shatter.

  I feel my throat screaming itself hoarse around Jerif before his hot cum shoots down my throat. I explode in the most intense fucking otherworldly orgasmic experience that I didn’t even know a body was capable of—and I take all four guys with me.

  I feel like I’m high, completely blissed out, the orgasm taking me again and again like fireworks shooting off in the sky. When my body finally finishes exploding, I collapse on all of the guys, knocking them down in the process, and the bed breaks with a massive crack. We all go tumbling down like Humpty fucking Dumpty, surprised whoops tak
ing over our wrung out bodies until we’re just a tangle of limbs, laughter, and love.

  28

  “It’s insane! Iceman’s given me a tour now three times, and I still got lost this morning,” I declare on an exasperated chuckle. “Jerif says I’m hopeless, but he enjoys finding me,” I add with a secret smile. “I swear, the house moves. Hear me out—” I go on, as though my parents’ headstones just rolled their eyes and made an incredulous huff. “It’s completely possible! The mansion isn’t normal by any means. It could totally be a creepy rearranging house. Echo just laughed at me when I suggested that it was possessed, but he didn’t deny it, and that’s as good as an admission in the demon world.”

  A big fluffy white cloud trots away from the sun, and warmth surrounds me as I lean against the side of my mother’s headstone and rest my ankles on top of my dad’s marker as I sit nestled between the two.

  “I’m getting better with wards,” I announce. “I even did my own today. Can you believe it?” I ask, sitting up and spreading out my hands so they can take my wingless form in. “I still can’t make my hair any other color aside from purple, but the way the world is these days, nobody cares about my purple hair. I get asked about what salon I use, but I just tell people I do it myself and then bask in their envy.” I flick my hair over my shoulder dramatically and chuckle.

  “Ooh, Dad, I finally got a new electrical box sorted at the house! Crux helped me. He only electrocuted himself a couple times. I know, you’d be so proud of him figuring it out on his own. Turns out my washer and dryer issues were because of the connections. Of course, I had already bought new ones before we figured that out, hence the new box and wiring, but hey, I’m looking at it like we killed two birds with one stone.”

  I check my watch and realize I have about five minutes before the guys get here.

  I brush off my dad’s headstone and then my mom’s. “I really miss you guys. I keep thinking it will get easier, but I’m learning that it never does,” I say on a sad little sigh. “I have so much now in my life, though. The guys are amazing. Training is, well, it’s happening, so I guess there’s that. Tazreel is still an entity in his own right, but he’s really been making an effort, which I appreciate. I wish you could meet everyone,” I admit not for the first time.

  “I mean, yeah, you know the guys, but I just wish you could be taking in the craziness of this world right alongside me. Dad, I know you’d be laughing your ass off, and Mom, you’d be getting recipes from the kitchen and putting people in their places. You’d definitely be better at training with Nefta than I’ll ever be. I think you two would actually like each other.”

  I smile wistfully and sigh.

  “I asked her to look you two up in Heaven, but she said it didn’t work like that. Crux and I tried to sneak in once, but we got busted in Purgatory and sent packing. Guess Heaven can only be earned or portaled into for select angels, but don’t worry, I’m not giving up.”

  I laugh because I can just see my mom shaking her head and trying to hide her smile. She’d disapprove, but she’d be amused nonetheless. My dad would just high five me behind her back.

  “Anyway, the guys will be here soon. We’re trying out date night again. We’re starting it already out of the house this time, since the last five times we tried, we never made it out of the mansion. You won’t hear me complaining, but still.” I cringe and look at my dad’s headstone. “Crap. Sorry, Dad, I forgot to tell you to put earmuffs on.”

  Oopsie.

  “I’ll be back next week though. No word about the Ophidian. We’re trying to take that as a good sign. The Gates have been doing awesome, though. The guys say they can’t even feel a pull anymore, which is a really good sign. The Eden garden is still alive and well on that one part of Hell’s Embrace, and a family of pixies moved in and have been taking care of it, so that’s been cute.”

  A cool breeze reaches out to me, followed by a lick of heat, and I smile, knowing the guys are letting me know they’re about to pop in.

  At the next blink, my four demons appear, and I look up at them from the ground. Jerif reaches down and grasps my outstretched hand, helping me to my feet.

  “Ready to go?” Iceman asks, looking me over with a soft smile.

  I nod, but a car pulling up snags my attention. I watch the Cadillac park, and then Mrs. Lee gets out, demon antlers and all. “Hi, Mrs. Lee!” I call as soon as she’s within hearing distance. She lifts an arm covered in her signature mink fur coat before heading to the gravestone of her late husband...mate...demon...human...who knows?

  “Like clockwork,” Echo muses as he also sends a wave her way. The only thing his ward does to make him look human is to make it appear like he has immobile tattoos rather than constantly moving shadows on his skin. Jerif’s ward just makes his hair and eyes a deep brown. Iceman has to work the wards the most to appear not to be blue...or have horns, but although I can see the haze of those wards, I’m able to see past them to how they really look. Nihil perk.

  “Okay, Mom and Dad, I gotta go. Date night,” I remind them before kissing the tips of my fingers and pressing my hand against both headstones one after the other.

  “Yep, go date night!” Crux says enthusiastically before he mimics my gesture, kissing his fingers and tapping the gravestones.

  “She’s gonna have a blast,” Echo adds before he sends them a wave. His warded shadows do this cute hug thing that only we can see, the black tendrils wrapping around the stones before slipping back onto his skin.

  “We’ll get her home at a respectable time,” Iceman assures them, making a huge grin spread across my face.

  I reach up and plop a kiss on his cheek. “My dad likes that you’re so respectful.”

  “I’m aiming to be their favorite,” he says with a wink.

  Crux and Echo start talking shit about how they’re definitely the favorites, and the three of them start walking off so that we can head to the road and act like we’re driving away, for Mrs. Lee’s sake and anyone else who might’ve seen us visiting.

  Jerif hangs back, and I look at him curiously. Out of all the guys, he’s the most reticent, and he’s always been a bit awkward here at my parents’ resting place, like he doesn’t know how to act.

  I watch as he sends the guys a quick look, noting their retreating backs. When he’s sure they’re not paying attention, he turns back to the headstones, and then he rattles off the stats to last night’s baseball game for my dad. I bite my lip, my heart immediately swelling in my chest.

  As if that wasn’t enough to make me melt, then he really surprises me by reaching in his pocket and plucking out a single green stem. It’s in the shape of a cane, the green leaves drooping down to hold a yellow flower that hangs like a lantern. Gently, he places it on the top of my mom’s gravestone.

  I’m so stunned that all I can do is stare at it.

  Jerif looks up at me, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. “It’s a Disporum,” he grumbles.

  My eyes slowly lift to his. “What?”

  “Disporum,” he says again, gesturing to the flower. “Your mom’s name is Tanya. That means fairy queen. A Disporum flower is called a fairy bell. I thought it fit.”

  Did I say my heart was swelling? No. It has completely fucking burst now. My eyes grow wet, and I have to fight to not start sobbing at this heartbreakingly sweet gesture my grumpy demon just did. “I didn’t know,” I say with a hard swallow, looking away so that he doesn’t see my tears. I know that if I go all weepy on him, he’ll retreat, because Jerif and emotional talks don’t really mix. He’s a male that’s all about action. And he just showed me through his actions how much he loves me, by doing the sweetest fucking gesture I could’ve ever imagined.

  When I’ve gotten myself under control, no longer in danger of flinging myself at him and wailing against his chest, I walk over and grab his face in one hand and press my lips against his. It’s a sweet, firm peck, and when I pull back, I reach down and thread our fingers together. “Thank you,” I
say quietly as the two of us start walking to catch up with the others.

  Jerif just lets out a gruff, “Welcome.”

  Smiling to myself, we walk hand in hand, listening to the others as they continue to argue about who’s the favorite. I won’t tell them that Jerif just scored major points behind their backs. Wouldn’t want to ruin their fun.

  We stop at the end of the road, where it forks off to another part of the cemetery. We’re blocked enough by the large trees that we can safely shift, away from prying eyes.

  “Okay, date night,” I say with a single clap as we reach the others. “I’m thinking pasta and a movie?”

  Crux frowns. “How about tacos?”

  Jerif rolls his eyes. “You always want fucking tacos.”

  Crux wags his brows at me. “Damn right, I do.”

  I snort. “Okay, so tacos and a movie?”

  “I’d rather have steak,” Jerif says.

  “Fuck steak. And what kind of movie are we talking?” Echo asks. “Because I can’t fucking handle watching a chick flick.”

  “We could go bowling,” Crux offers.

  Iceman looks at him aghast. I guess it would look kind of funny to see him in bowling shoes paired with his full suit. “Not bowling,” he says with a shake of his blue head.

  I huff out in exasperation. “This always happens! We can never fucking decide on what food to eat or where to go!”

  “Good point,” Crux says, pointing at me. “So we should just go back to the mansion and let us shower you in orgasms instead.”

  The words shower and orgasms make my eyes glaze over for a second, but then I bitch-slap that glaze away and tell it to go settle on a donut where it belongs. “No,” I say, eyeing them all with the look. “We are going on this fucking date. Come on,” I say, clapping again, as if that does anything to pump them up. “We can do this. Let’s just agree on something to eat first. We can handle that.”