Grave Mistakes (Hellgate Guardians Book 1)

by Ivy Asher

  Oh God. Is Crux going to stand there and watch as Echo gets me off? Is he going to...join?

  “Please.”

  The heated word tumbles from my mouth like fresh laundry from the dryer, and I’m not even really sure of what I’m asking. Do I want a voyeur? Or do I want them both to join in?

  Shivers trail over my skin.

  “Shh,” Echo murmurs, as if he knows exactly what it is I really want and he’s going to give it to me.

  He steps closer and then gets onto the bed, his knees on either side of my hips. His erection stands proud and hard, still shiny from the attentions of my mouth as he slowly strokes himself. Wanting to feel him again, I reach up, but before I can wrap my fingers around his shaft, his shadows suddenly curl around my wrists and shove my arms back onto the bed with force.

  I suck in a surprised breath, my eyes flying up to his face.

  He tsks. “When you’re allowed to touch, I’ll tell you,” he says. “But it’s my turn right now.”

  Without warning, more shadows slip from his skin and circle around my ankles before yanking them apart so I’m completely spread.

  “Nice view?” Echo asks, and my eyes flick up to see that Crux had moved soundlessly and is now standing front and center of my very wet pussy.

  “The best,” Crux answers thickly as he reaches down and pops open the button of his jeans.

  “Mmm,” Echo says before his pale hands come down to cup my aching, heavy breasts. They’re more than a handful in his large, capable hands, and pleasure shoots straight down to my clit as he squeezes and kneads them.

  “Beautiful,” he says quietly. “I want to fuck these next time.”

  “Next time?” I ask, the hopeful tone in my voice betraying exactly how many fantasies I want to play out between us. I don’t want this to be a one and done. I want to do dirty, dirty things to these demons.

  “Definitely next time.”

  I jerk at the new voice, my eyes latching onto the third figure who just appeared in my bedroom. Iceman?

  I flinch, trying to sit up, but Echo tuts and makes another one of his shadows shove me back down, the black essence holding me against the mattress by my collarbone. My pussy heats at the show of dominance, even as my heart pounds in my chest at the sudden appearance of Iceman.

  He’s fucking sexy and debonair as always, dressed in his tailored suit like the hottest blue-skinned CEO in the world. And the way he’s watching me? Naked and held down by Echo’s shadows? It makes my entire body tremble with desire.

  I gasp as a warm tongue suddenly parts the lips between my thighs. I look down to find that Echo has moved to my side and Crux’s head is positioned above my pussy, his green eyes fixed on mine and twinkling with mischievousness. He circles my clit expertly with his long, forked tongue, and I feel his piercings apply the perfect amount of pressure in all the right places.

  I moan and grind up into his mouth as his lips latch around my clit. When he sucks, my hips nearly come off the bed, but Echo’s shadows anticipate my movements and another rope of black pins my hips down as I moan.

  Echo moves up and drops his mouth around my nipple, mimicking what Crux is doing between my thighs, and I can hear the unspoken invitation Echo gives Iceman when he leaves my left breast free.

  “I quite like seeing you this way, Maverick,” Iceman observes as he pulls his tie loose from around his neck. Why the fuck he’s wearing a tie in the middle of the night is beyond me, but I sure as fuck like watching him strip out of all the finery.

  Something thick and warm pushes into me, and my attention snaps down to where I expect to see Crux sinking his cock slowly inside of my pussy. I’m shocked when it’s just his head between my thighs still, and then it dawns on me. Holy shit, that’s his tongue.

  “Oh fuck…”

  I saw a hint of what he could do with it when he elongated it and then moved each side of his split fork, but I didn’t anticipate it would feel like this.

  Crux groans, and it forces vibrations to move down his tongue and inside of me. I moan and throw my head back, but something cold wraps around my nipple, and I look down to see Iceman sucking my breast into his icy mouth. Echo, Crux, and Iceman are all playing with me at the same time, and I don’t know where to look or what to focus on. This is the hottest sex that I never even knew to fantasize about, and even though I’m not sure why they all decided to come in here, I don’t want them to stop.

  When I look over again, I realize that Iceman is naked, and I’m instantly bummed that I didn’t get to stare at everything as he undressed, before he started sucking and flicking his cold tongue against my nipple. All I can see now is a strong blue muscled back and a firm ass. I’d try to sit up to get more of a view, but I’m completely pinned and at their mercy, which just makes it all even more erotic.

  Their heads block my view of Crux as he tongue-fucks me, and I make a mental note to attach mirrors to the ceiling at my earliest availability. If a girl’s going to entertain orgies, then she really needs to see all angles to truly appreciate what’s going on.

  An orgasm slams through me so hard and so abruptly, that I scream and writhe under their ministrations. None of that slow building tingling for me today. Pleasure just stands up and bitch-slaps me over and over again until I’m a mewling mess, straining against the dark.

  In the next blink, while I’m still high and riding the lapping waves of my O, Iceman is below me, and I’m getting ready to sink down onto his thick, chilly shaft.

  Wait...what the fuck? Did I black out or something? How the hell did I get to be on top of him?

  Crux and Echo kneel on each side of Iceman, their gazes hooded and their erections begging to be played with as they stare at me. A shadow sneaks across Iceman’s abdomen and slides up my thigh, just as I sink down onto Iceman with a groan. As I adjust to his thick length filling me up, the shadow starts to slowly circle my clit.

  Fuck, yes.

  I start to grind down onto Iceman, reveling in the feel of his cool, thick cock when a distinct warmth at my back washes over me. I freeze and look around at the three guys. “What the…”

  A body presses against me from behind, and I look over my shoulder to find Jerif standing there. My eyes go wide with surprise.

  “Are you ready for me, Warrior Princess?” he asks huskily, and then he presses me forward, as something big and warm is pressed against my ass. “Ready for all of us to fill you up?”

  Filthy, fiery desire whooshes through me as I feel his slick, large cock pressing against my ass while his hot hands spread my cheeks.

  “Do you want it?” he asks, and I can’t lie. All of this tension between us is suddenly bleeding over into the sexual kind, and I want him to take me. To fuck me so dirty and hard until I come all over Iceman’s cock.

  “Yes,” I whimper, but hands dig into my hair and pull slightly.

  “What was that?” Jerif demands.

  “Fuck, yes, I want it!” I shout louder.

  “Good.” Jerif pushes my head down, my lips landing on Crux’s waiting cock, and I automatically open and welcome him down my throat. Behind me, Jerif enters my ass with a smooth, slick movement through my tight ring, and a groan leaks out of my throat.

  Now I’m full of three of them, and it’s so fucking invigorating, so thrilling. I need to touch Echo too, so I reach for him blindly as Iceman shoves his hips up into me, making me clench around him as Jerif pulls out and then pushes into me again from behind.

  I writhe at the contrasting sensations of Iceman’s cold cock in my pussy and Jerif’s hot one pushing into my ass, and it sends me into a tailspin of orgasms I don’t think I’ll ever recover from. Everyone starts to move at the same time as I finally grip onto the velvety smooth length of Echo’s dick with my hand and—

  I gasp as I sit up in bed, my pussy throbbing, my nipples hard, my breaths ragged, and my ass completely...alone.

  “Holy fuck,” I pant, a hand thrown over my racing heart. What the hell?

  I look
around with confusion, expecting four naked demons to be standing around, but nope, it’s just wet and sweaty me, with a tangle of sheets that look like they’re trying to strangle me. I realize all too quickly that all of that deliciousness was a fucking dream. I stare at the shadows all around the room, silently pleading for a case of déjà vu, but nothing happens.

  Ughhh!

  I slam my back against the mattress and squeeze my eyes shut, hoping it will jump start the dream again so I can get off. It doesn’t, and my pussy pulsates in protest.

  “No, no, no, no, no!” I chant as I thrash around in my bed. Why is life so fucking mean? That was so hot, and I want it back. That was better than reality, and I want to grab a vibrator and go to town on myself while I still have the dream fresh in my mind.

  Maybe, if I try hard enough, I can fall back asleep and launch right into another sex dream. This time, I want one where they all strip slowly for me and I don’t miss anything. Oooh dream mirrors. I can just snap my fingers and imagine mirrors appearing so I can fuck all of them in a mirrored room.

  Damn, I can’t believe I even fantasized about Jerif joining in. He’s fucking annoying, but there’s no denying how hot that was. I close my eyes again, like I’m telling my imagination ready, set, go, but try as I might, I can’t get the dream back. If anything, it just slips further and further away.

  I groan, sexually pissed off, and dive for my nightstand. Opening the drawer, I shove aside old magazines, a couple of bracelets, and a package of tissues before my hand clamps around my vibrator. But when I click the damn thing, it doesn’t turn on, confirming that it is definitely dead. Apparently, that’s the only thing my dream got right.

  “Dammit,” I mutter, feeling even more frustrated as I toss it back into the drawer and then get up and stomp toward the bathroom where I strip down and get into the shower. With the hot water and steam surrounding me, I try to rub my aching clit, but I can already tell it’s going to be a lackluster, hollow orgasm. Solo orgasms are just never as good as the ones someone else gives to you.

  What I need is four hot as fuck demons to play out my new favorite sexual fantasy. I drop my hand, glaring at my non-detachable showerhead. Why didn’t I get the kind that I could remove from the wall and hold against my pussy? I need to put that on the wishlist for when I redo the bathroom. Must-Have: Awesome detachable showerhead with enough water pressure to get me off. There’s gotta be a section for that in Home Depot.

  I shampoo, condition, and shave aggressively, giving my picky clit a glare every time I look down. She’s running the show, and now that I’ve had the best fantasy ever, I’m not sure she’ll ever settle for anything less sexy.

  When I’m done in the shower, I get dressed in jeans and a black tank top, and quickly dry my hair. It’s not until I’m running deodorant under my arms that I hear something...banging in the living room. It says a lot about my life that I’m not even concerned that the noise could be anything but my demons.

  Echo and Crux popped me right into my house last night without a care in the world, hung out for a bit while we ate, and then left for the Gate while one of them watched my house from the outside all night. But now, they clearly think I have an open door policy and they can come and go as they please without even fucking knocking on the front door first.

  Although, if they brought coffee, I might just forgive the intrusion.

  19

  I put my stuff away and then head down the hall, noting the open curtains in the living room that are letting in the sunlight. A glance at the clock hanging over the TV tells me that I slept way longer than I realized; it’s nearly two o’clock in the afternoon. Sex dreams take a lot of time apparently.

  I walk through the living room, but I freeze when I see the blown out wall I knocked down to open the kitchen into the dining room. Crux and Echo are standing there in nothing but clean pairs of pants slung low on their tapered waists. The sight of masculine veins, bare abs, and chiseled chests while I’m so sexually unsatisfied both thrills me and instantly pisses me off. Or maybe my anger is reserved for what they’ve done.

  The kitchen...is fixed.

  I gape as I look at where the bare concrete flooring should be, but it’s been replaced with hardwood floors. The busted up wall and ceiling have been patched and painted, and a new set of gray cupboards mysteriously hang on the wall, with matching gray cabinets extended across the floor. Hell, my fridge isn’t even my fridge anymore. It’s stainless steel and matches the other brand new appliances that all have new locations around my now massive and extended kitchen.

  It’s gorgeous, and I’m instantly pissed.

  As soon as I see that Crux and Echo are lifting a heavy piece of white and gray marble onto my countertop, I fucking lose it.

  “What. The. Hell.”

  My voice carries, and the guys glance over at me in the doorway, their muscles bulging as they start to slip the stunning countertop into place. Where the fuck did they get all of this?

  “You’re up,” Crux says with a smile, dropping his hold on the counter suddenly as he walks over to me. Echo curses and nearly drops what I’m sure is a very expensive slab of marble. “You...motherfucker…” Echo strains through gritted teeth while every visible muscle bulges as he struggles to set the marble down just right.

  Crux ignores him, his beautiful face spread into a grin as he stands in front of me. “How do you feel? You slept a long time.”

  “How the hell did you do all of this?” My eyes can’t stop bouncing from thing to thing. This doesn’t look like my dingy, small kitchen anymore. Everything is so damn shiny.

  “Like I said, you slept a long time.”

  My eyes fly back to his face. “Put it back.”

  He blinks at me and then lets out a laugh. “Right. Sure, Jeter.”

  But I’m not laughing. In fact, I’m getting more fucking furious by the second. Crux realizes that I’m not joking, and his face falls as Echo walks over. My attention briefly moves over his abs and the way his shadows are playing around his pecs, but I ignore my irritated libido and cross my arms in front of me, dismissing how achy my breasts feel.

  “Do you like it?” Echo asks with a smirk, though it’s clear that he means his shirtless self as much as the kitchen.

  “You had no right.”

  Echo rears back, like my words just got into his face and screamed fight me, bitch. “What are you talking about?”

  I push past them and then turn around in a full circle, gesturing around the kitchen. “This! All of this! You had no right to just swoop in and renovate my kitchen.”

  Crux frowns. “It was a wreck.”

  “Yeah, but it was my wreck,” I argue, reaching up to frustratedly run my fingers through my hair. “You can’t just redo someone’s kitchen without even asking them. What if I didn’t like it?”

  Echo cocks his head, and his shadows swirl quicker, like they’re picking up on my mood. He digs into his pocket and pulls out my phone that he somehow once again has in his possession. “We know you like it. We went through your Pinterest last night. In fact, every single thing in this room is exactly what you had on your ‘Dream Kitchen’ board,” he says with quote fingers.

  “That’s not the point,” I snap, inwardly seething.

  “Then what is the point?” Crux asks, his blond brows pulled together in confusion.

  “Yeah, why are you being fucking difficult? We did this to be nice,” Echo cuts in.

  Anger heats my whole face, and I feel it spread up to my eyes. “I didn’t ask you to be nice. This is my house. The house my parents bought and wanted to fix up to be their retirement dream home. Everything in here that wasn’t original was updated by my dad or by me. You can’t just come in here and do this.” My voice cracks, my vision blurs, and I feel a tear streak down my cheek. Fuck, why do I always have to cry when I’m pissed? Why can’t I get eye lasers or produce firebolts instead? Nope, I have to settle for angry tears instead.

  Even though I quickly dash them away,
both guys stiffen, and I hear Echo curse under his breath. “Fuck. Don’t cry, Jeter,” Crux says as he comes forward like someone would approach a rabid raccoon.

  Seeing him walk over so carefully along with the use of the horrible nickname makes me look over at him. “I had to do every renovation in this house. Me,” I stress, patting a hand against my chest with a strong thump. “We didn’t have much, but my parents scraped to buy this house, and they were so proud…” Another tear slips down. “It was supposed to be my dad that fixed this place up, but now it’s left to me, and I—” My words cut out as my throat closes, a rough rock of emotion blocking my airway.

  “And you wanted to do it yourself,” Echo finishes for me. I nod sharply and turn away, bracing my hands on the brand new countertop, the color reminding me of the demon Flint’s skin.

  Part of me knows that I’m being irrational. It’s amazing that they did all this while I slept, and I know they worked hard and fast on it because they wanted to do something nice. But the shock of seeing a chunk of my dad’s to-do list knocked out in one fell swoop, when I didn’t even get to help, guts me.

  “I know I’m not good at the DIY stuff,” I say quietly, breathing steadily through my nose to rein in my emotions. “But it makes me feel closer to him.”

  I feel someone come up behind me, and then I’m gently turned around, and Crux is holding me against his chest. “Sorry, Delta. We didn’t know. Do you want us to take it all down?”

  I know he’s completely serious as he asks me that. If I tell them to, they will. They’d rip everything right back out, and let me wallow in my overwhelming renovation repairs. My heart squeezes knowing that they’d undo all their hard work without even batting an eye. I release a deep sigh and try to let my irrational anger go. Maybe this is a sign.

  Maybe it’s time for me to release my stranglehold on my parents’ dream and figure out some dreams of my own. I know in my heart that they wouldn’t care. They’re not here anymore, and it’s not like completing this house is going to bring them back.