“Let me, Micah.” At her request, he elevated his eyebrows. If one of them didn’t submit, they’d be stuck in this pose forever. Madison wanted to play more than she sought to prove her authority. Pick our fights, Lynx agreed. “Please, grant me permission. I want you in my mouth.”
His wings buzzed as if the request excited him. “As you wish, kitten.”
He released her head, and she used her other hand to skip her fingers along one of the corkscrew spirals of his wings. Soft and wiry, they jutted outward in random order. Touch growing bolder, she grasped one extension and dragged her hand to the tip.
Micah hissed.
Madison peered up at him. “Does that hurt or feel good?”
“Good.” He sounded like he choked on something. “They’re extremely sensitive.”
Caressing a lower branch, she peered at his cock. Long, thick, and blue. Veins ran along the underside, pulsing. He was larger than she remembered. Wider and longer than Nix. And in her palm, he felt like steel covered in satin.
Red semen beaded on the crown and she licked it away…salty and vibrant like the man. His groan slithered over her. Taking a man like this gave her power, and she grew drunk off the excitement. He might’ve given her permission to play, but she never doubted he remained in control.
Madison moistened her lips and placed the head of his dick against her mouth, slowly parting her lips until just the tip of him entered. Tonguing and sucking on the head, she hauled her hand through his wings and his breathing went from calm to ragged in an instant, his hands clamping on her head, his fingers curling in her hair.
Goodbye control, her succubus giggled as Madison stuffed his thick length deep into her mouth, until he hit the back of her throat. Micah cursed in Xapil. Lynx laughed harder.
“Take me deeper. Tilt your head back.” Using his grip on her head, he guided her into the position he wanted. “I want down here.” His fingertips wisped down her neck.
He gave her time to protest as he held her gaze and slowly pushed into her. Hitting the back of her mouth, there was no pause as he pressed farther and glided down her throat. Instinct screamed she’d suffocate, but then he was pulling back out…pushing in.
Again, he got his way and she allowed him to guide the pace of his blowjob. Sometimes his strokes were shallow and she slurped, licked, and sucked on his engorged length. Other times, he pushed deep and fucked her throat with sluggish thrusts. It felt weird having him there, but she reveled in being dominated. The way he took what he wanted made her wetter, burning for him.
Micah yanked her head back until his dick was barely between her lips. “Open your mouth wide.”
She parted them as his seed exploded from his body. Groaning and hips twitching, he watched himself empty on her tongue. His eyes glowed, telling her how much he enjoyed the oral play and marking her with his seed. When his orgasm ceased, she swallowed and his eyes burned hotter than the sun as she wrapped her lips around his crown. A guttural groan ripped from him and then he was yanking her off him and slamming his mouth over hers. The kiss went on forever, but not long enough.
“Roll to your stomach, kitten.”
“Why?”
No answer, he just grabbed her hips and flipped her over, straddling her thighs. “Stop remonstrating,” he whispered against her ear. “And do as you’re told.”
Who the hell used words like remonstrate?
Apparently Micah, her Lynx teased.
He brushed her hair aside to provide canvas for his mouth and tongue. More caresses down her spine, and she became convinced he wanted to taste every square inch of her body. His tongue slithered through the crack of her ass and she hissed in surprise. Before she could issue a protest, he used her hips to pull her lower half up onto her knees. And then he feasted on her pussy again.
“I can’t take more teasing.”
“You will.” The words rumbled against her flesh. He licked through her folds again and again until she was pressing back against his tongue. He abruptly shifted directions and she groaned a protest, until his tongue swirled around the tight areole of her ass. No one had ever touched her there. As if he sensed her hesitation, he didn’t dawdle, but snaked his tongue up her spine.
A hand curled around her hip as he moved in behind her. His dick butted against her bottom, and she pushed upward to stop him from even thinking what she feared he was getting at. No way would she allow him anal sex.
The attempt to rise was halted when he palmed her nape and forced her chest and head back to the mattress. Madison tensed and tried to shove upward once again, but he applied more pressure.
“Relax.”
Like hell. “Micah—”
He thrust so deep into her pussy stars exploded behind her eyes. She screamed at the unexpected invasion, fisting the sheets so tight her fingers burned.
Chapter Forty-Four
Madison’s scream stayed the hip-grinding thrusts he wanted to carry out, would’ve carried out on a more experienced woman. It felt so good to be inside her, controlling himself wasn’t easy.
Slow down. Give her time to adjust.
He caressed her spine with his palm and back up to her neck. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.” She panted. Only the side of her face was visible to him. Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted. “How can you be ready again so fast?”
What she didn’t say was that human men couldn’t come and then go right at it again.
“I’m capable of fucking you from one climax straight into the next.”
“Gawd.” Her Southern drawl charmed a smile out of him.
“Phoenix ever take you like this before?”
Her eyes flashed open and landed on the man in question. A slight hitch to her breath. Translation: she’d forgotten her lover’s presence.
“No.” The Ark of Heaven answered his inquiry rather than Madison. “But I’ve thought of it. Many times.”
A sharp inhale from Madison.
Micah flexed his hips, a languid stroke to gentle her into pleasure. Her eyes widened and she rewarded his efforts with a moan on the slide back in.
How could he have forgotten how good it felt to be inside her? Better than before, because she wanted him. Proved her desire with how fucking wet she was. Moving his hand from the back of her neck, he wiggled his arm beneath her chest and wrapped his fingers around her throat. He pulled her torso upward until her back was flush to his chest. His palm clamped on her chin and angled her head back against his shoulder. Her line of sight centered on Phoenix, who adjusted his erection in his jeans.
He drove into her body and the little high-pitched whimpers she made nearly undid him. The nails of one hand dug into the back of his thighs. The other hung limply over his arm that crossed over her chest and held her snug against him. Hellish blue flames were bright and stable, indicating she was heartier than when they began.
“Play with your clitoris as you watch Phoenix.”
“I cannot…do that.” But the shiver that coursed through her body said she liked the idea of taunting the other man.
Micah pressed his mouth against her ear. “You will. Because Phoenix and I both want you to.”
A long moment of hesitation. He thought he would need to remind her who navigated the bedroom, and who was expected to submit to whom, but her arm shifted.
He knew the second her fingers touched her clit. She jerked in his arms. He yanked her tight against him as he thrust, bottoming out, balls deep inside her. A tiny squeal from her and her breathing shot into erratic territory. Even the queenly flames burst in jagged sparks. She went silent as he plunged into her so forcefully, she’d topple to her face without his support.
“M-Micah!”
“She’s about to come,” Phoenix rasped out.
No sooner were the words spoken, Madison shattered with an impressive scream, trembling in his arms. Lynx wrenched orgasms from them all, including Phoenix.
He shoved her face down and thrust so hard he drove her into the mat
tress, eliciting whimpers from her with each deep shove. He pulled out and rolled her to her back. Her arm lay across her face, her hair a tangled mess of disorder.
He readjusted her arm to the divan and gently plucked hair out of her face. “Naughty,” he said when their gazes collided. “You made us all come.”
“I lost control.”
“I should punish you for not showing restraint.” Not that he’d ever hurt her.
“Only if you make me come again.”
Micah grinned, his gaze sliding down her body. Oh, he’d make her come again.
She was wet between her thighs, but no evidence of semen. The succubus absorbed remains of sex and housed it as energy. “I want to watch your face when you orgasm with me inside you.”
Snagging her leg by the back of the knee, he hooked it over his hip. He thrust into her and she arched beneath him. Wide awe-filled eyes held his gaze as he moved inside her. Drenched with her release, she was still tight on his cock, but slippery enough to ease his passage.
Hands on the back of his head and his shoulder, she pulled him down for a kiss. Tongues tangling, bodies grinding, the King knew peace for the first time since his Fall. Giving her up would rip his soul to shreds. But he loved her too much to force her to remain with him.
Micah rolled to his back and took her with him. Madison rose, sitting astride him, peering down at him. Her hair was a tangled mess around her face and body. Goddamn, she was the most arousing creature he’d ever had the privilege to know.
His palms slid up her thighs to grip her hips and pull her snug with his groin. “Fuck me, Madison.”
She started to move, a languid roll of her hips. Fascinated by her erotic movements, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. A lifetime could be spent right here, deep inside her, watching as she fucked him. This view would never become boring.
As if her head weighed too much, she tipped it backward, exposing the slim line of her neck. The edge of her hair tickled his thighs. Holding her hips with one hand, he skimmed the other up her waist and palmed a breast, rolling the tip of her nipple between his fingers.
With his cock drenched in tight, wet satin, he could almost believe he’d perished and gone to Heaven. He worshiped her with his gaze, from the swell of her breasts, the tight nipples, and down her flat stomach. To where their bodies met.
For a long while he stared, watching his glistening erection impale her. Sometimes he’d almost leave her body, only for her to take him deep on the glide down. He couldn’t decide which he preferred, the shallow thrusts or bottoming out inside her.
Madison bit her bottom lip and tilted her head forward. Eyes drowsy with passion, her Southern accent thickened. “I love the way you touch me. Look at me.” Her palm cupped his hand on her breasts. “Gawd, the way you feel inside me.”
“You have no idea how fantastic you feel, kitten.” Micah pressed his thumb to her clitoris and dragged the pad in languid circles. Her breath shuddered out of her lungs and her hips quickened. No longer were they shallow plunges. They became deep glides of penetration.
He stared into her eyes and jerked when a foreign silkiness brushed against his soul, twined around his essence and merged with his spirit.
Fuck! Had she just—
Madison climaxed, her entire body trembled and she lost her stride. Micah clamped his hands on her hips and thrust up into her body. The tight squeeze of her pussy on his cock sent him over the edge and he came with her. Bowing his head back into the pillows, he kept his eyes on her as he yanked her down, until he couldn’t get any deeper inside without melding their bodies together. Buried to the hilt, his dick jerked as he emptied into her.
Madison collapsed on top of him, her cheek resting on his shoulder. Warm breathy pants against his flesh, and her heart beat against his. He remained inside her, in no hurry to exit her body. The melding of spirits retreated, confirming his earlier suspicion. Madison had just married him as a demon and he bet she didn’t even know it.
“Don’t move.” He trapped her by her hips when she shifted her weight to the side. “I don’t want to leave your pussy just yet.”
She lifted her head just enough to get a gander of his eyes. “I’m not crushing you?”
“Hardly.” He cupped her head and drew her down to his lips. A soft kiss, coupled with the glide of his tongue against hers. “I love you, kitten,” he said against her mouth. Another kiss that he intentionally poured all of his emotions into, and with the matrimony she’d instigated, there was no way she wouldn’t know exactly what he felt.
Madison sighed into him and melted into the embrace.
With reluctance, Micah adjusted his hips and used his hands to lift her so he could exit her body. She was so damn tight, the suction of her channel almost held him in place. A groan into his mouth was her only complaint.
Rolling to his side, he took her with him, and thrust his leg between her thighs. He nipped her bottom lip, soothed it with his tongue. “Jqaam.” Sleep.
“Li.” No. “I want to snuggle with you, Micah.”
“E’p vielv liftaka, kitten.” I’m going nowhere. Fingertips to her temples, he thrust magic into her. “Kajh, jqaam, ulx tauq.” Rest, sleep, and heal.
Her eyelids slipped shut. A second later she snapped them open, resisting the lull of his mojo. A quick, desperate kiss to his lips and the whispered words, “love you”, and she collapsed. Asleep.
Micah kissed the top of her head, enjoying the satiny feel of her twined against him.
***
The Ark of Heaven pushed away from the wall and approached the bed. “Will she be okay?”
“Yeah. She’s stronger than I ever believed possible.” That or because the casket hadn’t been her will, but rather Elias’s wishes. Maybe a little of both because no one had ever drunk from the casket and continued to exist. Neither had anyone ever sipped from the goblet who hadn’t yearned for death. Until Madison. “She shouldn’t be alive.” Unconcerned with the whys of her survival, he was just thankful she respired. Mainlining his seraph the entire way through their lovemaking probably had helped to some degree and she’d chugged his magic like it was candy. “Do you want to pummel me for fucking her?”
“No.” An almost imperceptible headshake from the Ark of Heaven. “It seemed almost…right watching you with her. Definitely a turn-on.”
“Join us, Phoenix.”
“I….” The other man scrubbed his fingers through his hair, randomizing his spiky ‘do’. “I don’t want to interfere with your time with her.”
“Honorable, but unnecessary. You’re not interfering. Join us. She’ll find comfort in having you here when she awakes.” He skimmed his lips across her forehead, as Phoenix climbed onto the bed and aligned himself against Madison’s spine.
The Ark of Heaven rested his chin on the top of her head and palmed her hip. “We’re in a heap of trouble where she’s concerned.”
Micah met his gaze. “Things will work out as they’re fated.”
“And you’re her fate?” Did he hear a touch of regret in Phoenix’s voice?
“The destiny I laid for her has been fulfilled. She completed it when she claimed her seat as the Queen of Hell. Our marriage was not part of the grand design.” He’d never seen their future beyond the moment she claimed her destiny. That could only mean one thing…she wasn’t his to love. “When I know she’s safe, I’ll step aside for you to have her.”
“No you won’t!” Surprised by the vehemence in Phoenix’s voice, Micah’s gaze crashed with his.
“Be practical. It’s the right thing to do, Phoenix.”
“She’ll be given the choice. That is the right thing to do.” Phoenix breathed deeply. “Don’t persist in disrespecting her by making decisions for her.”
He pondered that statement a moment. “You’re right. She’s become a better woman for the choices she made, not the ones I made for her. I’ll respect her decision.”
“Why do I get the feeling you think it’ll be me?”
He touched the Ark of Heaven’s chin with a single glide of a fingertip. “Because she loved you—not me—enough to lose her humanity and accept her demon.”
Chapter Forty-Five
Feeling little of anything—not even satisfaction—Micah watched as Ataxia demons ripped at Celeste’s creamy-smooth flesh. The bitch screamed, begged for leniency, and pleaded with him to listen to her…excuses. That’s what her duplicity amounted to in his conjecture. What he heard amounted to blah, blah, blah.
The Ataxia released her and she slumped on the skin-stitched floor, a bloody corpse in the human realm. No skin or hair remained; she’d been stripped of all flesh. The whites of her eyes and blue irises were stark against her red, oozing body. Nothing more than a solid mass of muscles and nerve endings.
In Hell, death would’ve been a respite. Subjecting her to merciless suffering failed to appease him.
He flicked his finger and a sandy gust made up of pulverized bones swept around her like a tornado. Celeste shrieked and clawed at her body with nubs of flesh. Even her fingernails were gone.
He snapped his fingers and the twister evaporated. Angry strides ate up the distance between them. Clamping his hand on the back of her head, he slapped his other palm over her mouth and forced her to ingest his angel dust.
More shrieks commenced as her body healed without the release that would empower a succubus. The satisfaction he’d anticipated failed to ease his anger.
Goddamn it! More agitated now than when he’d entered the torture chamber, he paced. The only place that afforded any peace had been in Madison’s embrace. When she went on with her life with Phoenix, Micah would be a waste of Kingly flesh, pining after her with no hope of getting on with his future.
He felt the presence of one of his brothers. It wasn’t his twin. The signature differed from Elias’s and that particular brother wasn’t such a fool to believe he would’ve forgiven him so soon. Or so easily.
I will never forgive him.
“Micah, my master, please show mercy.” Celeste crawled toward him. “If I had refused Elias, he’d have killed me. He forbade me to warn you.”
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