Raise the Dead

by Briana Michaels

  Eve never not had control. If she followed orders, it was because she let someone give her orders.

  Uriel held his cock in his hands like a lure. “You want this?”

  He knew the answer. They all did. Eve had been reduced to a ball of desire just like them.

  “Open,” he placed his hand under her chin and started pumping in and out of her pretty little mouth. Every groan she made - Uriel felt vibrate in his bones.

  Eve started massaging his balls with one hand and swirling her tongue around the tip of his dick.

  “Don’t leave me out,” Constantine took her other hand and placed it around his own cock. His face was impassive, but his eyes stayed locked on watching her suck Uriel off.

  “Fuuuuck,” Uri’s head tipped back when Eve yanked his balls harder and sucked on his head in fast little bobs. He cupped her face and worked his hips, “Suck it, just like that.”

  She obeyed.

  Uriel tensed when Constantine stepped closer to him. “Suck us both off, Eve.”

  She took turns on them. Give a little to Uri, and a little to Con, equally.

  Their wings brushed against each other. Their bodies so close it made Uriel burn for more.

  He stared at Constantine for a long, hot minute. Seduction looked good on him. Con’s dark hair hung loose in his eyes, his jaw remained clenched as his hips rocked slightly back and forth while Eve sucked him off. Then he glanced at Uriel and growled - part playful, part aggressive.

  Exactly how Uriel loved him.

  Constantine threaded his hands into Eve’s hair and got a firm grip. Uriel’s heart crashed around in his chest watching him with their woman.

  “Release me,” Constantine said in a deep, sultry tone. She made a little popping noise with one last suction and licked her lips playfully. “Good girl,” he guided her mouth back onto Uriel, and bent down to whisper something in her ear.

  Eve groaned in response, her eyes rolling, lids fluttering, and she nodded around a mouthful of Uriel’s dick.

  With a small smile, Constantine slid behind Eve and reached between her legs. She, in turn, bit down lightly on Uriel’s cock.

  “Fuuuuck,” Uri hissed with anticipation.

  Constantine’s gaze locked on Uriel when he pushed into Eve. He fucked her from behind, she sucked Uriel like salvation was at the base of his cock, and who knew what Lucifer and Gabriel were doing because Uriel couldn’t, for the life of him, drag his eyes away from the love of his life.

  “Swallow,” Uri groaned, cupping Eve’s chin. “Swallow all of me down.”

  His orgasm was like a slow ascension to paradise. One minute, Uriel was floating in the clouds and the next he exploded into a million stars. His cock pumped jets of cum down her throat and she gagged while swallowing all of it. Drool dripped down her chin, her eyes watered, her cheeks blushed again.

  Perfection.

  Uriel pulled out of her mouth and enjoyed the rest of the show.

  Eve gasped, “Fuck, you taste so good… and you feel… so fucking good.” Her pants and grunts grew louder. Uriel loved how her tits swayed and body arched as Constantine slammed into her from behind. The sound of their skin slapping together drove Uriel wild.

  “Oh God!” Eve clawed the stone floor. Her head snapped up and she locked gazes with Uriel while Constantine made her come again.

  Uriel’s world tilted upside down and his soul spilled out.

  Constantine gripped Eve’s hips and forced himself to slow down. No sense in fucking her hard if he could do it slow and savor this moment a little longer. She’d come so much already Eve was bound to tap out soon.

  And she still had one Angel left to unite with.

  To Con’s left, he saw Gabriel tying Lucifer down to the bed. That the Devil’s patience lasted this long was a fucking miracle.

  Time to kick things up another notch.

  Eve’s wings were tucked and bound so tight, Constantine kept staring at them and felt bad about it. This wasn’t a night of guilt or sorrow. It needed to be nothing but strength and ownership.

  That came with the hint of danger.

  “Get me a blade,” he commanded. When Uriel asked why he said, “NOW!”

  Uriel tossed him a big ass curved dagger that was one of Lucifer’s. Sticky blood coated the tip and he knew it was Eve’s. He remembered the scent of her blood all too well.

  What had she done with this blade earlier? he wondered. Fuck, he didn’t have the capacity to think about that right now. Still buried deep inside her, Constantine placed his hand on her back and pushed down. “Ass up, face down,” he growled.

  With a flick of the blade and an incantation, Constantine released the binds of her wings and didn’t back out of the way when they exploded into razor sharp feathers that fanned out instantly.

  Eve gasped and he didn’t know if it was from relief or something else.

  Blood trickled down his body from the many cuts her feathers gave him. Holding her in place, he crawled on top of her to get in a more dominant position. Holding her wings down, Constantine drove deeper inside her body and the sensations rocked him to the core.

  “Fill her,” Gabriel said from the bed.

  Constantine intended to do just that. His balls tightened, his hips jerked, his fingers clenched the bones of Eve’s wings, and he roared as he spilled himself inside her body.

  When the last shock of pleasure pulsed out of him, Constantine shuddered against Eve’s back and released her.

  Mother. Of. God.

  Eve couldn’t see straight. And worst part was, she didn’t even care. Whatever magic they were using, it felt insane. Every molecule she possessed buzzed and zipped.

  The big bang had nothing on her mates.

  Someone helped her stand. Gabriel. She clutched his hands like he was a lifesaver and she was in danger of drowning at sea. He escorted her over to the big bed and she crawled onto it. Lucifer was laying on his back, the chains around his wrists clanking as he tested them out.

  Her vision cleared the closer she got to him. Straddling the Devil, Eve gasped at what she saw.

  “You can say no,” Gabriel’s voice vibrated her bones with how deep it was.

  Her heart fluttered like a moth in a jar. While her other mates worshipped her, Lucifer had stepped back and now she understood why. The Devil was more animal than Angel – and was chained up.

  Everything about him was bigger, more powerful, more aggressive and dangerous. He may have the body of a God, but his mind, his instincts… they would be primal.

  Eve’s cheeks tingled with anticipation as she whispered, “Lucy.”

  He looked away from her and swallowed.

  Oh hell no, she wouldn’t let him submit like this. Lucifer wasn’t meant for that. She reached over and started yanking on his chains. “Undo these. Undo them right now!”

  The more she yanked, the more flustered she got.

  Uriel and Constantine’s marks lit up on her arms and she felt a burn on her side. She looked down and saw Gabriel’s carved mark on her bottom rib. Her wings snapped back and she started yanking on the chains again. “Release him!”

  “It’s better this way,” Gabriel said in low tones. “It’s safer.”

  “The fuck it is,” she snapped. “Please,” Eve begged each of them. “Help me.”

  “No,” Gabriel tilted her chin so she’d look at him. “It needs to be this way.” His eyes softened with a guilty expression.

  Constantine huffed a sigh.

  Uriel gave her I’m so sorry but no way eyes.

  “He needs to be unleashed,” Eve argued.

  No one budged.

  Not even Lucifer.

  “Trust me,” she begged Constantine. “He needs to be free.”

  After several heartbeats of suffering under her pleading gaze, Constantine caved and started unlocking the restraints.

  Gabriel blustered, “The fuck, Con?”

  “She’s not going to get hurt by any of us,” his voice was gruff and exhausted. �
�And she trusts him; isn’t that the most important part of this?”

  Eve leaned down and started kissing Lucifer. In this state, he couldn’t talk. He was aggressive, feral, primal, and carnal desires. He looked like Lucifer, but there was a deadly, otherworldly quality to his charm now.

  A deep, rattling, growl rumbled out of him.

  “Touch me,” she whispered, licking the shell of his ear. “Kiss me. Make me come again. Fill me up and mark me.”

  The Devil’s hands were hot on her skin. She felt every move he made like it was their first time. Reaching down between their bodies, Eve grabbed his cock and slid onto it nice and slow. Lucifer’s head tipped back and his jaw clenched. His fingers dug into her skin.

  Another growl reverberated from his chest and rattled her goddamn bones.

  His dick swelled inside her. Eve rocked back and forth on him until she could adjust to his size.

  With her mates watching, she made love to the Devil and let his flames, his fury, his love, and his power devour her from the inside out. It wasn’t long before his dominance took over. He flipped Eve over and pinned her down with his jaw clamped on her shoulder.

  Being bit and fucked by the Devil was the stuff of fantasies. Her eyes rolled back as another orgasm built up. Lucifer moved like a wave. Pushing and retreating, he swept her away in his currents. She saw only darkness. Only felt pleasure. Only tasted energy. Colors dripped from the walls. Black flames flickered in time with her heartbeat.

  She felt Lucifer’s power pulsing into her, taking and giving. Much like Con had when he came to her earlier, Lucifer was making a similar energy exchange right now. Only this was stronger. Much, much stronger.

  The Devil’s magic was heady stuff. Fuck Holy Water for a killer buzz, the Devil’s desire was absolutely her favorite drug. One drop of him and she’d likely never sober up.

  Lucifer yanked her hair and forced Eve to tip her head way back so he could see her. His eyes glowed, fire slid over his skin. He opened his mouth and let out a howl that shook the walls and ceiling. She felt his cock jerk and pulse, pumping his cum inside her. The heat of his pleasure flooded her system.

  Everything grew loud and bright and hard and fierce. The air crackled. The heat between their bodies pulsed. Eve couldn’t find her breath. It was too much. Too much!

  But she’d be damned if she was going to tap out now. Fuck that. This was what she was made for. Eve was built to handle a beast like Lucifer. A God like Gabriel. A wildfire like Uriel. And a dagger like Constantine.

  They were all equals in this room, and each had to climb to this level they’d finally reached together.

  But they weren’t at the top yet.

  Eve swung her arms out and screamed the names of her mates. Gabriel grabbed her left hand; Uriel grabbed her right. While Lucifer slammed into her harder, driving her up the bed and howling again as he filled her, Constantine whispered in her ear, “Don’t. Let. Go.”

  As her mates drained the last ounce of energy from her, Eve knew what true death finally felt like. And it was so worth the wait.

  Chapter 32

  Gabriel stared in horror.

  Uriel swayed on his feet.

  Constantine was on his knees.

  Seventeen hours passed since they started their bonding ceremony. Calling one your mate was easy enough, but this was the first time a group of Angels ever gave everything they had to each other. Trust, love, safety - Those values were essentially a risk one was willing to take on another. Anyone could do that. But what these Angels just accomplished was next-level bonding.

  “What have we done?” Uriel dropped to his knees and picked up a—

  There was a scratching at the door. “Let Anam in,” Gabriel commanded.

  That wolf had been out there the entire time, baying, howling and growling.

  “Lucifer’s never going to forgive himself,” Gabriel murmured as the wolf entered the room. None of them were ever going to forgive themselves for what happened.

  Eve and the Devil were passed out on the bed. Blood stained the sheets. The air was thick, hot and wet. Everyone breathed in shallow pants.

  Gabriel was desperate for air. He felt trapped. Why couldn’t there be a window in Hell? Fuck, we need fresh, cold air. No sooner had Gabriel thought it, a chilly breeze funneled down from the ceiling and spun around the room. It made three circles before dissipating.

  “Did you do that, Con?”

  “No. Did you, Uri?”

  “No.”

  “It was… me… idiots,” Lucifer peeled his head off the mattress and opened one eye. Laying on his belly, he pushed up slowly and looked around the room. “Fuuuuuck I feel like a corpse rising from a grave.” He brushed a hand through his hair and turned to see Eve on her back. “I can’t see well yet. Something’s blurring my vision. Is she good?”

  No one answered.

  “Someone speak. Now,” Lucifer growled. His hand sailed down Eve’s still body, feeling every inch of her he could.

  “They know better than to speak for me, Lucy.” Everyone heard the smile in her tone.

  It was Gabriel’s turn to drop to the floor next. Relief and guilt rocked him to the core and he couldn’t breathe again.

  “Kiss me,” her raspy voice was due to all her screaming.

  Lucifer complied and crawled on top of their woman. With a content smile, he leaned down and kissed her like he had all day to enjoy it. The air grew thick with desire again. “I don’t think an eternity in Hell with you in my bed is long enough for all I want to do to you, female.”

  “Damnit,” Constantine marched over to Lucifer and slammed a hand over the Devil’s eyes. They all felt a whip of energy as he healed Lucifer’s slow-to-clear vision. “Wanna rethink that, motherfucker?”

  Blinking twice, Lucifer looked around the room, the bed, and their woman and finally saw what he’d done.

  “You broke her,” Gabe snarled.

  “I can’t be broken,” Eve tried to sit up.

  “Stop,” Constantine put a hand on her shoulder, “let me help you.”

  She wasn’t going to deny Con’s offer. She wasn’t going to deny her mates anything ever again.

  They were a real pack now. The first Angel pack ever created. It felt phenomenal. Powerful.

  Dangerous.

  Constantine’s healing hands spread across her shoulders, down her belly, and she spread her thighs for him to cup her pussy. His energy felt like a cool water bath, which was fantastic considering how hot she was right now. Sweat dripped down her spine, between her breasts, and the sheets were soaked.

  Lucifer stared at her. Painful sorrow was not a good look on him.

  “Don’t you go looking at me like that,” she flicked his nose.

  Lucifer’s brow furrowed.

  “Turn over,” Con ordered.

  “I’m not in any pain. I’m fine. Seriously.” But she rolled over anyway, because she hated seeing Constantine so distraught. The minute she did, she regretted it.

  Lucifer made a choking sound and nearly fell off the bed with panic. “What have I done?”

  Gabriel got in his face and growled, “You certainly took your pound of flesh.” The words were clipped and laced with enough venom to kill a small country.

  Eve felt the quiver in Constantine’s hands as he roamed over her wingless back. She stared at the feathery appendages discarded on the floor and didn’t feel the least bit sad to see them there. Eve had lugged those heavy weights around for forever and she was glad to be free from them.

  “I’m fine, guys.”

  No one listened to her, they were too busy arguing with each other.

  She smacked Constantine away and stood up, only to crash onto the floor because her legs were too weak to support her. She’d been fucked thoroughly and then fucked some more.

  Damn, what a rush.

  Con helped her stand and she hated the look of pity in his eyes. “I’m fine. I don’t care about my wings.”

  “He didn’t just rip off
your wings,” he whispered while the others yelled at each other, “he…”

  Eve pushed away and stumbled over to the dresser. Turning to see her back, her heart hammered and then passed out from the sheer magnitude of this situation being too much to cope with at once.

  Constantine had healed the wounds, but the lines were still there. Claw marks, deep and jagged, were slashed across her shoulder blades.

  Eve spread her arms and stared down at the symbols carved into her skin. Uriel’s symbol was on her left arm – it was the same sigil he painted in his own blood when he thought he was going to die. The same one he always carved on the doors of whatever home Eve lived in when he’d check up on her - even when she wouldn’t let him in. This symbol was Uriel’s silent way of saying he was watching over her, that he was never going anywhere, that he’d always find her and keep her safe. Eve ran her fingers over the swirls and couldn’t imagine a more perfect placement. It was on her favored sword arm. Her strongest.

  Constantine’s mark was on her right arm. It was a snake. Marks, enchanted or otherwise, needed meaning to be powerful and Con chose this one very deliberately. It was the pivotal moment where he’d gone from Brother to Mate. Eve often thought of the day Michael tied her to the apple tree and poured venomous snakes all over her, then forced them to strike and nearly kill her. Constantine chose a side that day and it had been hers. He chose her.

  Next, Eve let out a shaky breath when she saw what Gabriel carved into her body. Over her bottom left rib was an arrow. Her heart swelled as she caressed the mark. She knew what that arrow represented for him. The Battle of the Brotherhood. The End of Days. Gabriel once said that day was his last as a warrior. Eve thought of it as the exact opposite – that was the day Gabriel became a righteous warrior. And if he put that arrow on her as his mark of love and honor…

  He didn’t regret his actions that day.

  Gabriel’s message was loud and clear and she had no words to do her heart justice. He was proud.

  And so was she.

  Eve closed her eyes and recalled the thousands of hateful, angry words they would sling at each other, only to collide and burn their fury into wild passion before melting into a pool of guilt. She and Gabriel were a vicious cycle of emotions. That cycle had finally come to an end.