Genesis Queen (The Road to Hell Series)

by Miller, Gracen

  “If a spell wasn’t used to keep me out.”

  “—you could be dead.”

  “Sensible as ever, Phoenix. I knew I could count on you to help keep my girl safe.”

  She shivered at the possessive tense in Micah’s sentence.

  Madison couldn’t believe her husband had thwarted her first attempt at seduction. Damn. The things she’d planned to do to Nix tonight.

  We could do those things to them both.

  No. An adamant negation. “I wanted to be alone with you.”

  “So you could fuck him?” Beliel yanked off his socks, giving off a carefree appearance, but she could sense his tension.

  “Maybe,” she shot back. “Either way, it’s none of your business.”

  “Where you’re concerned, it’s always my business. I watched him fuck you last night. Not happening again.” His words were complacent enough, but his shoulders were stiff, his gaze hard. Dead serious. He nodded at the bed. “The only way you’re getting fucked tonight, kitten, is if I join in.”

  “Fuck you, Micah.” That was original, Lynx mocked. And what he was getting at?

  “Happy to oblige.” He patted his thighs. “Straddle me and we’ll get started.”

  Amusement twinkled in his eyes. A joke from the King of Hell? It took her a moment to realize her jaw had parted in shock. With an audible snap, her teeth clicked together. She turned her back on him and threw the covers back. She would not address that taunt.

  “Madison?”

  “What?” She flung a glare in her husband’s direction.

  “While you’re cuddled in Phoenix’s arms, know that I’ll be thinking of peeling that negligee off you.” She gasped and jerked to stare at him. He spoke before she could rip into him. “I’ll pretend my mouth is on your pussy the way Phoenix’s was last night.”

  Nix pushed her onto the mattress. “You’re allowing him to bait you. Rise above it, baby.”

  He shucked his jeans. Scandalous, the way he crawled naked into bed beside her in her husband’s presence. With his back facing Micah, Nix pulled her spine snug against his chest. He nuzzled behind her ear as his palm slithered down her thigh. Fingers to the back of her knee, he pulled her leg over his hip.

  “Nix, what’cha—”

  “Shh….” His hand went between her legs, delving straight beneath the lace of her panties.

  “Micah’s here!” She reminded him on a squeak, and then ruined her shock with a moan. He worked magic with her body.

  “No way can I forget that.”

  A finger entered her, stroked as his thumb flicked her clitoris. She bit her bottom lip to the point of pain to keep from groaning her pleasure.

  “For being an ass, get back at him with an orgasm. He’ll hear you and can do nothing about it. Drive him fucking crazy. And you’ll dine on his lust.”

  Her breath hitched as he thrust his fingers in and out. Needy and hungry, she and Lynx wanted to do nothing more than relax and allow him to take her to the world where only sexual gratification existed. But remembering her husband’s threat from moments ago, she felt obliged to execute a protest. “He’ll climb into bed with us.”

  “He won’t.”

  “I will.” Micah rasped like he’d swallowed crushed glass.

  “You won’t.” Her Sherlock called his bluff.

  A squeak of springs indicated her husband had gone to his feet. It sounded like he paced near the window. She nodded at Nix to proceed, not that he’d ever stopped.

  Moist kisses against the back of her neck. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

  “Make me feel…good.” Her audacity stunned her. All tenseness in her lover’s body melted away, and he grew serious about her masturbation.

  “Goddamn it, Phoenix. I can sense Madison’s arousal from here.” Micah sounded like he clung to the very edge of restraint.

  “I know.” Calm, smug words from Nix.

  Knowing both men wanted her, Madison felt so sensual.

  “I can taste her succubus on the air.” More shuffling from Micah’s location.

  “Because she’s eating your lust.” A second finger joined the first and she arched against Nix.

  “You think I don’t know that?”

  Madison tuned out their conversation. The languid glide of his digits inside her, coupled with the slow rotation of his thumb against her clit left her uncaring who presided in the room.

  “I can hear how wet she is.”

  Her Sherlock grazed her shoulder with his teeth, his breathing loud in her ears.

  “Faster, Nix.” She thrust her hips in an effort to quicken his pace.

  “No. The longer it takes you to come, the more you’ll feast off our lust.”

  She whimpered her frustration, but his pace didn’t change. In and out, along with the slight rotation of his thumb…torture and bliss rolled into one.

  Soft footsteps. Micah drew closer, but she lost her concentration on him when Nix jabbed his fingers into her and scraped the pad of his thumb across her clit. She moaned and bowed against him. The arm beneath her neck wrapped around her collarbone along her throat and clamped on her shoulder.

  Nix heard the King approach, but felt confident he wouldn’t attempt to gain access to her bed. At least not yet. They’d have more than a night before he grew pushy.

  Beliel stopped on the other side of the mattress and peered at them through the shadowed room. Only the bedside lamp remained lit. He held the fallen’s stare and thrust his fingers hard into Mads. The King’s eyes flamed when she reacted with a whimper and rock of her hips. Getting Mads off while her husband watched increased his excitement.

  If only he could bury his cock inside her. Not only would that result in the ultimate feeding for her, it’d be the most blatant claim of ownership he could send Micah. His dick, hard and resting between her thighs, was already primed to enter her. A small adjustment of their hips, trash the panties or shove them to the side, and he could be inside her while he fingered her clit.

  As if the King could read his thoughts about the panties, he flicked a finger and the skimpy lace tore and slipped away from his hand. With the final barrier hiding his touch removed, the fallen angel’s eyes grew brighter. Nix imagined what the King saw…his fingers penetrating the angel’s wife, his thumb rotating the little ball of nerve endings that would send her over the edge soon—if her breathing were any indication. And she was slick enough his fingers must be emerging wet from her arousal.

  Micah’s nostrils flared as he looked on and the very rigid outline of his cock could not be dismissed beneath the snug fit of his slacks. He wanted her, they both did, and Nix knew exactly how much torment it was for the angel not to act upon his desires.

  He removed his fingers. Mads groaned. At this angle, he could make out enough of her features to see her eyelids flutter open. A stuttered breath as her pink-with-Lynx eyes locked on her husband.

  “Open up.” Nix pressed his fingers against her lips and she obliged, parting them. She sucked them into her mouth, flicking her tongue around the digits, cleaning away her arousal without complaint.

  Micah made a groaning noise.

  Nix grinned and pulled his fingers free. He dragged the pads down her neck and into the cup of her negligee. A small tug and he exposed her breast. He toyed with the nipple until she began to grind her bottom into his erection.

  “Goddamn,” the King whispered, a harsh sound that articulated his torment. One of his hands gripped the bedpost so hard his fingers were visibly white.

  Nix glanced at Mads. Her gaze remained fixated on Micah. With little warning, he penetrated her with his fingers. Watching the fallen as Nix fucked her with his fingers…fast, slow, hard jabs, her hips jerking against his hand.

  She came with a startled gasp, as if she hadn’t prepared for the release. His fingers were deep inside her when she lost herself to pleasure. Her gasp turned into a moan as he thrust her through the orgasm, her pussy clenching to keep him inside her. All rigidness left her body
in a rush and she went limp.

  It felt like his grin split his face. Getting her off gave him great gratification.

  “Did that take the edge off Lynx?” Nix murmured against her ear. Reluctant to remove his fingers from her body, he kept them sheathed inside her slick heat.

  Pink eyes simmered back to blue as she turned her head to peek at him over her shoulder. “How’d you know?”

  “He’s been around enough succubi to recognize their hunger.” Micah answered for him. “She’s still hungry, Phoenix.” He sat on the edge of the bed, and she squeezed a little closer to Nix. “You fed off our lust and his messian, I presume?”

  “Yes, she took both from me.” Uninvited, she’d mainlined his messian seconds after his hand went beneath her panties. It almost frightened him how quickly she’d mastered her succubus.

  “Do you want my blood or seraph, kitten?”

  “I won’t go sexual with you, Micah.”

  “That’s good, because I wasn’t offering my body.” The King teased with a wink.

  “She’ll take both.” Mads wasn’t thinking straight or she would’ve nailed Nix for answering for her.

  A claw emerged on the fallen angel’s fingertip and something in her gaze must have sparked his total transformation into angel because he burst into that form. Like a bomb going off, his conversion was that sudden. Mads grunted her approval as the King pierced the blue flesh on his wrist.

  “You prefer this form?”

  “You know you’re handsome as a human. But this is celestial…so arresting.”

  “My beauty has dimmed since my Fall.” Black, thick blood oozed from the wound.

  Had anyone told him a year ago he’d be in bed with the woman he loved, feeding her with the aid of her angelic husband, he’d have started a brawl. Life had a way of going weird. Fast. When he least expected it.

  Micah thrust his wrist above her mouth. With no hesitation whatsoever, she clutched his arm with both hands and yanked it to her mouth. A throaty groan rent the air, and Nix grew harder for the comfort of her slick body. “Feed her your messian as I give her my seraph.”

  He chuckled. “The moment her mouth hit your wrist, she hijacked my messian. I’m not stopping her.” Even though he could, he wouldn’t. He had her right where he’d navigated her, stuffing her succubus full in the hopes it’d help her fight off whatever monster planned to take her life.

  Micah laid his palm over her breast. A blue glow emerged and he felt the angel’s seraph as much as he saw the power burst over her. Madison bowed in Nix’s arms; the squeeze of her pussy against his fingers reminded him they remained wedged inside her. He began to move them, slow, deep thrusts. The soft whimpers she made at the back of her throat ratcheted his libido. He could only imagine how the angel felt.

  The King shifted just a little and then his fingers were over her clitoris as Nix fucked her with his. A tiny squeal at the back of her throat, but she didn’t release her husband’s arm. Her eyes went alarmingly pink, and Nix was on the breath of pointing it out when she climaxed. A rosy bomb exploded from her, engulfing him and Micah both. She trembled against him, and he worried she’d had a seizure when she went off again. Pink deluged him, blinding him for a moment, the pleasure so intense. He gritted his teeth, fighting back the release her power demanded. His balls tightened, ached. The crown of his dick throbbed.

  I will not come like a randy schoolboy!

  His gut clenched. The trembling started in his toes, circuited his body once, twice—Nix buried his face in the curve of her throat and came.

  “Fuck,” Micah growled.

  He lifted his head enough to peer at Micah, expecting some snotty reply to his adolescent release.

  The angel’s head tipped back and he groaned like a climax claimed him. Familiar with the sound of the fallen’s release, he suspected he was correct.

  “A succubus at her prime; wasn’t expecting that so soon, kitten.” The King’s voice was gruff. He’d definitely come.

  Eyes blazing pink, Mads pushed aside Micah’s arm and rolled, forcing Nix to remove his fingers from her body and the fallen angel to take his hands off her. Facing Nix, she buried her face in his chest and breathed slowly, as if she attempted to pace herself. Or get herself under control. She trembled against him, but a light pink buzz covered her body in a visible cloud.

  “I don’t understand.” He ran his palm up and down her spine, cuddling her tight. He could only guess what thoughts plagued her. “What do you mean a succubus at her prime and not expecting it?”

  “She forced our orgasms.”

  Fuck me. Not very original as far as thought processes went, but it was the best he could conjure at that moment.

  “More food if we’re climaxing with her.” Micah fingered her hair. “I’ve seen succubi do it to others, but have never had one do it to me. Many humans—and some demons—feel as if it’s a violation, as if they were forced. An orgasmic rape, if you will.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “You two do this every day?”

  Madison jerked at the sound of Micah’s voice and narrowly missed a clock to the head by Zen. She reacted by shooting a smidge of charged electricity at him. He evaded it with ease.

  “Pretty much.” She light-footed it to the side, keeping her stance loose to avoid the immortal’s strike. “Helped me dodge you.”

  “Didn’t help you much when I came for Phoenix.” Her husband’s bland tone had her whipping about.

  From the corner of her eye, she realized Zen was already in the thrust of motion and wouldn’t be able to stop. In a slow-motion type of scene, she shifted to block the assault, but prepared to take a direct hit. A blink later, the King of Hell was in front of her, catching her friend’s punch with his palm.

  Shit! She’d never seen him move with such speed. Fast like Zen, he’d been a blur of movements.

  The two men scowled at one another, both frozen in their stances.

  “Holy smokes!” Madison gaped. Micah hadn’t used any of his warp-speed on her in Hell when they’d fought. Not even back at the beginning of this saga, when Amos first went demonic and began killing animals, had he executed his nimbleness against her. And they’d clashed more than once before Hell. It’d never been clearer that he’d never wholly let loose his full potential against her.

  “How many times have you hit her while sparring?” Micah’s lips pulled away from his creepy angel-canines and the glower clearly expressed his desire to knock Zen’s teeth down his throat.

  “Whoa!” Now might not be the best time to remind him that he had struck her a handful of times. His aggression had been to gain his desire. The immortal’s was to aid her. “Boys…let’s lower the testosterone a few notches.”

  “Yes.” Zen offered a tight grin. “Melt out, Beliel.”

  Micah frowned and Madison burst out laughing. “It’s chill out, not melt out.” She chuckled again because her friend’s screwed-up version was just too funny not to giggle over. His menacing countenance combined with his erroneous saying made it all the funnier.

  Zen shrugged. Why he bothered with sayings when he sucked at them was beyond her comprehension.

  She wrapped her fingers around Micah’s wrist. “Let’s just lower this, okay, big guy?”

  Her husband elevated an eyebrow, and allowed her to pull his arm down. With a mocking grin, he murmured, “Big guy?”

  “You’re bigger than Zen.” Dwarfed her friend by a good seven inches, not to mention his broader physique.

  “Size is not indicative of power, eh, Micah?”

  Madison pushed the immortal backward and stepped between them. Not all that neutral of a territory, but if her location would keep these two from going at it—which kept her from mopping blood off the floor—well, then, she considered the danger worth the tradeoff. “Didn’t I request you lower the testosterone? Work with me, my friend.”

  She faced her husband as he said, “I don’t like him hurting you.”

  “What we do…it’s
not your choice.” She didn’t answer to Micah any longer. “What do you want?”

  “You.”

  Flustered by his comeback, she gawked a long moment before she resumed the use of her tongue. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

  “Amos is ready to begin his party.”

  Madison glanced at her wristwatch. Eleven. “I didn’t realize we’d burned the morning away already. Let me get a quick shower.”

  “Don’t bother. You’ll be sweatier by the end of the party. And….” One slow sweep of her body with his hot gaze and her breathing went funny. “I like the way you smell.”

  Weird, because there was no way he didn’t need to pinch his nose. “What do you have planned for him?”

  “First up is paintball wars.”

  “Gawd, you’ll be his hero by the end of the day.”

  “You say that like it’s a ghastly outcome.”

  “It is. You’re a bad influence.”

  ***

  Upon Amos’s request, the paintball game pitted men against women. Micah and his son teamed up to get a slight edge on the competition. Since the men outnumbered the women, they’d given the gals a two-death limit, which meant they could be painted twice before they were eliminated from the rivalry. The males were down with the first shot. Madison had grunted and rolled her eyes at the two-kill handicap. He guessed she didn’t think it was needed.

  Manipulating magic, Beliel erected a war zone. To keep the playing field interesting, the layout altered every ten minutes.

  Micah and Amos stalked Alessa for several steps. As he double-tapped her for the initial kill, he caught sight of Madison taking out the dragons with ease. Using her right hand. Seemed she’d given them a handicap, too, since she was left-handed.

  “Not such a lightweight for angel-jelly, huh?” He winked at Madison’s friend. “Catch you on the next go-round, doll.”

  Alessa cursed and his son giggled, tugging him by the arm and pointing to Zoe. Peeking around the corner of a barricade, only one of Zoe’s eyes was visible. As he assessed their soon-to-be conquest, he wondered where Madison had gotten off to and how many she’d killed. He’d no doubt enjoy sitting back and watching her strategy, could probably learn a few things about the woman she’d become, too.