Blue stepped forward, the fragile human in between the collective might of the immortals. Right in that moment, he seemed like the bravest person in the room.
“As much as I’d like to know who wins in a fight between Fallen Angels and,” he looked at Romanus and Rouen, “whatever the fuck you two are, it's neither productive to our mission or Hope’s health. So fucking shut it.”
Rella stared at Blue. Then she bent over and laughed, the loud, guffawing laugh that I knew as well as my own. Fuck, I missed that sound. I never thought I’d hear it again. For a moment, I just basked in the noise, and then my lip curled. I didn’t know what she found so funny, but the sound of her laughter was like a balm to the broken parts of my soul.
She sucked in some air, even though I guess she technically didn’t need to breathe. “The irony. Blue Halloran, the Mulligan Family’s pet enforcer-slash-hitman, breaking up a fight between demons from hell.” She started giggling again. “What even is my life right now?”
Memphis raised a brow as he looked down at her. “Are you quite done?”
She nodded, though she was still chuckling. She waved us toward the living room, and that when I noticed we hadn’t gotten too far past the front foyer.
I turned and walked toward my couch, trying not to remember the last time Rella was here with me. And Charlie.
I sunk down into the cushion, and tried not to think about why Rella didn’t sit beside me. “Do you know, about everything? Tenebrae. Uriel?” She looked at Gusion, and he shook his head a little. Rella frowned. “She needs to know.”
He stepped forward and sat beside me, cuddling me into the side of his body. I knew they weren’t keeping it from me; they’d talked about it often enough in front of me that I knew they weren’t trying to hide it. “I agree. But Lucifer insists on secrecy. You understand what this would mean if word got out.”
Rella’s eyes narrowed. “She deserves to know.”
Gus nodded. “Agreed, but we cannot tell her. Or him,” he lifted his chin toward Blue. “Gag order, you know. And while I usually enjoy a good ball-gag, Luc does not play.”
“Who would be wearing the ball-gag? You or Luc?” I teased.
Gus leaned forward, until his lips brushed the shell of my ear as he spoke. “You, Sweet Hope. I’d love to hear your muffled screams of pleasure around the gag between those pretty lips,” he purred.
Holy hell. My pussy clenched at his words, and the visual. Would I even like that? Heat pooled in my abdomen. Yes, yes I would.
My cheeks were probably on fire, but I ignored it.
Now Rella’s eyebrows were basically at her hairline. “Him too? Next you’ll be telling me you want to bang Blue-Goddamn-Halloran next.”
My eyes shot to Blue’s face. He was looking at me with that unflinching gaze. There was no embarrassment on his face, nothing but that intense, clear eyed stare that saw into my soul.
So I shrugged. Maybe.
Blue’s lip twitched. “It’s Robert, actually.”
Now, Rella was staring at Blue. Actually, everyone was. “What?” Rella asked a little dumbly.
“My middle name isn’t Goddamn. It’s Robert. Irving Robert Halloran.”
I blinked. And blinked again. Just when I thought the ghost of my dead sister was going to be the weirdest part of today. I cleared my throat. “Would you like me to call you, uh, Irving?”
Blue, uh Irving, visibly shuddered. “No.”
Rella was subtly shaking her head, just slow blinking at the hitman. Then she turned back to me.
“I know a little. Why don’t you tell me?” I prompted.
By the time she was finished, I wished I hadn’t asked.
Chapter Eighteen
I stared at the ceiling, contemplating the depth of the information Rella had just pushed on me. Rella.
By the end, she’d begun to fade in and out as she spoke, her energy waning after being away from Hell for so long. Fear gripped me every time it happened, as if I was going to lose her all over again. Eventually, Memphis made her leave, transporting the ghost of my twin and her Gargoyle pack mates back to Hell. There’s a sentence I didn’t think would ever cross my mind.
Her words echoed around my head. A society so wide-reaching and evil, that it was global. I corrected myself; not evil. It was started and run by a freaking Archangel. Uriel was the reason my sister was dead. He might not have pulled the trigger on the gun that stopped her heart forever, but I had no doubt that he felt some glee at the news. Even I knew that Uriel and Lucifer didn’t get along.
I wasn’t Rella. I couldn’t take on an entire corrupt organization of thousands of extremely powerful people. I didn’t even know where to start. I was a broken doll in her Princess Dream House.
Could you kill an Archangel, anyway?
I wondered how many people at that last conference in Geneva, where I stood on stage and talked about the need for the rich to aid the poor, how many of those people were Tenebrae? If Rella’s information was right, dozens of them were benefiting off the suffering of the very people I was trying to help. How many knew I was to be kidnapped, possibly tortured and killed. Maybe even sent off to a fate worse than death.
The idea made my blood boil. Gusion opened the door to my ensuite, and stepped into the darkness of my room, the light of the bathroom and the clouds of steam haloing him like an angel. His white wings hung down his back, heart wrenching in their perfection. His torso was bare, and a pair of shorts hung low on his hips. His body was completely smooth. His perfection left me breathless.
“You have to stop looking at me like that, Sweetheart. I fell for a reason. I have poor impulse control,” he joked as he prowled toward me. His long golden hair was loose around his shoulders. I never thought I’d like long hair, but I’d be damned if I didn’t want to tangle it around my fingers.
I thought about the attraction that had been simmering between us for weeks. Maybe I had poor impulse control too. “I like looking at you,” I said, barely recognizing the husky quality of my voice.
He stood beside the bed now, staring down at me. “Do you want to play?” he teased, but there was an edge to his voice and it promised pleasure that could change a person. Did I want to play?
Hell yes.
I nodded. Gus’ answering grin was like a two-by-four to the head. I saw stars.
“Your hitman is about to get out of the shower, so you will need to be quiet.” He leaned in close. “Can you hold back all those pretty noises? Or do you want him to hear?” he taunted, his finger running down over my collarbone, until it ran into the barrier of my camisole. I sucked in a breath, and when he knelt on the bed, straddling me between his arms and his thighs, I sucked in a ragged breath. He slipped his hand up my shirt, scraping his nails along my flesh, leaving shivering skin in its wake. He brushed his fingertips on the underside of my breast, making my nipple pebble.
“Are you emotionally attached to this piece of intimate-wear?”
I blinked as his words tried to penetrate my foggy brain. He shrugged. “I will buy you a new one, I promise.”
With that, he took the delicate silk of my camisole and tore it in half. Angel strength. Or maybe it was horny guy strength, I don’t know, but it shredded in his hands like tissue paper. And then his golden eyes were staring hungrily down at my breasts. Leaning forward, he swirled his tongue around one aching peak. My body bowed toward him, begging for more. He chuckled, and blew a cool stream of air across the dampened skin. My nipples hardened painfully tight.
“Look how prettily they ache for my touch,” he murmured, more to himself than to me. “I could taste them all day, just to watch you writhe under me like this.” He swapped breasts, giving the opposite nipple the same treatment, but this time he sucked the aching flesh into his mouth.
I moaned long and loud. Oh god.
He pulled back, the nipple passing from his lips with a pop. “Remember, quiet, Sweetheart. Or would you like me to find a gag to put in that mouth? I think I’d like to hear
you screaming my name around it.”
I gave into the urge and wrapped my fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth back toward my aching breasts. He chuckled, and leaned down to nip my nipple. I gasped in air.
He shook my hands from his hair. “Uh-uh. You aren’t in control right now, Hope. Give it up to me, and I promise to make you feel really good.” He looked at my padded velvet headboard.
“If only I had some cuffs, or rope, so I could keep this delectable body just where I want it,” he said too loud and then winked at me.
I was confused by the gesture, until Memphis stepped from the shadows of my room. “Perhaps I could be of assistance?” The cool rumble of his voice made a shiver run across my body. Heat radiated from my core. Gus chuckled, as his hand slid between our bodies, cupping my pussy.
“I think she would very much like that, Mephistopheles. But we should ask, anyway. Consent is what separates us from the animals, no?” He stared down at me, all mirth gone from his face. “Would you like Memphis to join us?” He leaned forward, and kissed me softly on the lips. He tasted of heaven. “Give me control for tonight, Sweetheart, but the choice is always yours. You say yes or no. You say stop, we stop.”
Memphis was looking down at me, his blue eyes dancing like the hot center of a flame. “Yes.”
Gusion’s answering grin promised pleasure, but it held a hint of mischievousness too.
“Okay, remember the rules. Quiet, so our prudish human housemate doesn’t hear, or perhaps Memphis has something you can put in your mouth to muffle the sound?” He waggled his eyebrows. “I’m the boss, tonight, Hope. You do as I ask the first time, or there will be consequences. But I promise you nothing but pleasure.”
He nodded his head at Memphis, who stripped off his clothes slowly. Inch after inch of smooth, onyx flesh was revealed and I forgot how to breathe. I remembered the taste of his skin and the feel of the cock. He stood there, completely naked, as I tried to memorize every curve and angle. Then he climbed on the bed and rested his back against the headboard. Tugging at my arms, he lifted me as if I weighed nothing until I sat between his thighs. He was already hard, pressed against my back.
Gusion stood at the end of the bed, his hooded gaze taking us in. “No. That won’t do at all. Lay down, Mephistopheles.” I was pressed right along Memphis’ body now, my head against his chest, his dick pressed between the cheeks of my ass. Well, I would be if my silk PJ shorties were still on. “Now that is a fucking symphony,” Gus moaned, wrapping his hand around his dick. I wasn’t sure when he lost his shorts, but I couldn’t drag my eyes away from his hand stroking his long cock.
“Arms up, Sweetheart. Memphis is going to hold you nice and still for me.” He crawled up the bed until he was poised between my thighs. I lifted my arms, wrapping my hands behind Memphis’ neck. I felt one of Memphis’ huge hands grip my wrists, holding them gently captive against his skin. The dark curtain of his hair was like silk against my fingers, and I curled my fingers through it. A small contented sound echoed through his chest. His other hand came down to grip my hip, his fingers spread wide, anchoring my lower body to his.
Gus reached out and peeled my silk shorts and panties from my body, leaving me deliciously bared to them.
Gus’ gaze feasted on me like a starving man, and I squirmed beneath the heated look. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the movement rubbed my bare ass on Memphis’ cock. His fingers pressed into the soft skin of my hip and he moaned.
The look of pure glee on Gus’ face told me that he was working us both. He was in control of us both, and he loved every second of it.
“You better keep it down, old friend, or I might gag you too,” he laughed, and Memphis gave him the finger.
Gusion knelt in front of us, the smile permanently etched on his face as his eyes blazed. He ran a golden hand up my thigh, nudging it wider, and my other leg followed suit. He leaned forward, putting my thighs over his shoulder and his hands either side of Memphis’ hips. He pressed forward, bending my legs up and pressing my ass tight against Memphis and then ran his tongue in one long lap up my slit.
“Fuck,” Memphis breathed against my hair.
Ditto. But I kept as silent as I could, as Gus lapped at my pussy again, circling my clit. I writhed again, as pleasure shot to the swollen nub and Gus’ tongue electrified my body. Stroke after stroke brought me higher and higher, his clever tongue knowing the right pressure, the right pace, the right everything to make me want to scream his name. But I kept my lips stubbornly closed as he pressed his tongue inside my core.
“Oh my…” I whispered as he swirled his tongue one more time. My fingers gripped Memphis’ hair painfully tightly as wave after wave of pleasure rocked my body, and I came all over Gus’ face.
Gus pressed up, watching me cum, his tongue swirling around my clit, prolonging my orgasm.
I panted but I didn’t make a sound.
Gus made a happy noise. “Well done, Sweetheart. You deserve a reward for doing as you were told.” Gus’ smile was a reward all of its own. He moved further up my body, until we were face to face. I was pressed between their hard chests, like the meat in an unholy sandwich. I was fairly sure this was actually heaven right now, trapped between the Princes of Hell.
“Ready for your reward, Sweetheart?” I arched toward him, wanting to make him hurry. My hands were still trapped behind Memphis’ neck. He slid the hard length of his cock inside me, and I forgot not to moan. Holy fuck. He was big, but perfectly big. I shouldn't be surprised; he was like a wet dream, from head to toe.
He palmed one of my thighs, and thrust himself home, that delicious burn making me scream. Luckily, the sound was muffled as Memphis’ hand moved from my hip to my mouth. Gus withdrew, then slammed inside me again, pounding me into Memphis. A disembodied part of me wondered how that could be comfortable for him back there, but then Gusion was moving again, a slowed control pace pushing me up and down Memphis’ body.
I felt Memphis’ hands on my wrists tighten, as he let out a long low moan.
“I thought you had more control,” Gus teased, his pace never faltering.
Memphis threw his head back harder against the pillow. “You are the one with the control issues,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Gus just smiled and inclined his head, increasing his pace, his eyes focused on my face. I wished I had a mirror on the ceiling, just so I could see for a moment how we looked. My dark prince, my golden angel and me, with my pale Irish skin and my cheeks flushed. Did they feel this too, this overwhelming feeling of rightness?
“I want to feel…” I gasped out.
Gusion pushed deeper into me. “You don’t feel me, Sweetheart? How about now?” He rolled his hips while he was deep inside me, and I swear, my eyes rolled back in my head. One of Memphis’ fingers slid between my lips, and I sucked it into my mouth.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ,” Memphis groaned, now rolling his hips softly in time with Gus’
Gus’ low chuckle made me wetter. I didn’t think it was possible to be wetter, but damned if I didn’t feel my juices running from me and onto Memphis, making as both slippery. I was so damn close.
“That’s a bit blasphemous, Brother,” he teased, his body stilling above mine. I let out a protesting cry around Memphis’ finger.
“Fuck blasphemy and move you asshole,” Memphis growled, his hips pushing us both upwards, until my pussy was grinding against Gus. “She wants to feel your damn emotions. Let down your shields. I want to feel her come apart.”
I felt Memphis first. It was a shockwave of lust, and I moaned deep. I didn’t doubt he was enjoying it now, his awareness of every curve of my body on his. He wanted to taste every inch of my skin.
Gus hesitated, indecision in his eyes. He remembered last time. I gave him a reassuring look.
He dropped them, and another wave of lust hit me. But it was more. The sadness was still there, but it was overlaid with power, contentment. Happiness. He was truly happy here, buried inside me, bantering wi
th his oldest friend.
He leaned down and kissed me hard. It was a branding kiss. This was going to change something. “Ready, Hope?”
“Mmpphh” I said against Memphis’ palm as it recovered my mouth. The owner of the hand peeled it back. “Yes. A thousand times yes. Now move, please,” I begged, squirming as much as possible, pushing him to just get me there. I was so damn close I could reach out and touch it. That is if Memphis didn’t have my wrists trapped in his fist.
Gus let go. He let go of his control and just moved. His hips thrusting in time with Memphis, so I was pressed back again and again into his unforgivingly hard body. I loved it. Their emotions crashed into me like their own kind of foreplay, and feeling their pleasure made me so hot I was sure I was going to turn into an inferno.
Suddenly my wrists were free, and Memphis was moving his hand down my side, slipping in between my soft flesh and Gus’ punishing hips. His fingers found my clit like it was magnetized, and the smallest pressure made me fly apart. My hands clutched at Gus’ shoulders beneath wide spread of his wings, as my orgasm surged through my body. My pussy clenched tight around his cock, and I felt the echoing burst of pleasure. He continued to rock into me; short, sharp thrusts that milked my orgasm for all its worth, giving my first ever multiple orgasm.
As my orgasm wrung me out, I felt hot bursts of Memphis’ cum shoot up my back. A smile twisted Gus’ lips, as if he’d been waiting for Memphis to reach his peak. He dropped his head to my shoulder, and pounded into me, his thrusts finally wild and out of control. I was making crazed noises as each thrust sent an exquisite combination of pleasure and pain through my body. With a final roar that I was sure Blue must have heard, he came hard, his lips taking mine in a punishing kiss that was a clash of teeth and tongue.
Rolling off to the side, Gus laid on his wings, his chest heaving as he tried to draw breath. I knew the feeling. I was boneless, still pressed against Memphis. I looked up, feeling the burning gaze of those blue eyes. I gave him a small, contented smile. He smiled widely in return, and lit up my heart like the Fourth of July. He slid me off his body, and he was over me in a second, bracketing me beneath the canopy of his dark wings. He leaned forward and kissed me, and the first touch of his lips on mine transferred the most glorious sensation I had ever felt. I wished I could describe it. It was like happiness and hope and pure, unadulterated joy. I smiled back, happy tears sliding down my cheeks. I didn’t know if it was my happiness, or theirs, but at that moment, it didn't really matter.
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