Hell to Pay: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (Razing Hell Book 2)

by Cate Corvin

  “Stealthy as a shadow.” Azazel’s purr vibrated in my chest, and the mark on the back of my neck seemed to pulse at his proximity. He ran his thumbs over my nipples, hissing when they hardened under his touch.

  I was so fucking gleeful at having all three of them together without them fighting, I could’ve broken into a victory dance right then and there.

  They had other ideas.

  Tascius grinned at me as he ran soap all over himself, apparently competing with Lucifer to see who could be the first one done. He shook his silvery hair out, tipping his head back under the water, and I couldn’t help but admire the thick column on his throat, the muscles that stood out in ripples.

  Then my gaze was drawn to Lucifer, his golden hair and skin in stark contrast to Tascius’ moonlight coloring, the tattoos swirling down over his torso to almost touch his already-stiffening cock.

  I swallowed hard as Tascius stepped out of the water and shook himself, then grabbed me from Azazel’s arms and wrapped a fluffy white towel around me.

  I wrung out my hair, my stomach flip-flopping as the Nephilim gave them a lazy smile. “Dibs.”

  “We’ll see,” Lucifer said, running a hand through locks darkened to bronze by the water.

  Tascius raised an eyebrow and scooped me up, striding back into the bedroom.

  Whatever they’d been debating, they’d been busy while doing it. All the windows were shuttered, and the beds had been pushed together.

  Tascius dropped me in the middle of the fluffy pile, tossing the towel aside. His eyes were almost perfectly clear, only the faintest hint of darkness in them as he gripped my knees and forced my legs open.

  My flipping stomach dove straight downwards, becoming a tingling heat as he got on his knees.

  “When did you all agree to get along on this?” I asked breathlessly, resisting the omnipresent latent urge to cover myself. They’d all seen me naked before. There was no point in being embarrassed.

  “About five minutes ago,” he said, kissing the inside of my knee. “When it was settled that none of us were willing to walk away, therefore, sharing would be in order.”

  He planted kisses all the way up my inner thigh, nipping here and there and leaving faint red marks behind.

  “Of course, there will be times that I’m not in the mood to share, little friend,” he continued. He ran his tongue along the seam of my pussy, teasing me with the tiniest flick of his tongue. All of my muscles clenched at the sensation that zipped through me. “But right now, there’s nothing I’d love more than to see you come for us as many times as possible.”

  I leaned back on my elbows as he slid his hands up my hips, pulling me up to feast on me. His tongue ran slowly upwards, parting my folds before swirling around my aching clit.

  My heart was already galloping a mile a minute, and when something snaked around my wrists, I barely noticed until my arms were pulled up over my head.

  Azazel climbed onto the bed with the lithe grace of a panther. I gripped the shadow-bonds around my wrists, my breasts already feeling heavy and hot as he cast his gaze over me and ducked his head.

  His teeth grazed one of my hard nipples, then the other as he reached up to cup them, massaging and stroking every inch of skin his mouth wasn’t touching.

  My eyes rolled back in my head. So far I didn’t even see Lucifer until he caught my open mouth in a kiss, tongue sliding over mine.

  Having so many hands all over me almost made me feel like I was drowning, but it wasn’t the kind of drowning I wanted to stop. I wanted them to sink inside me, feel every part of them while they kissed and stroked and licked, sending shudders of pure heat through me.

  The stubble on Tascius’s face scratched against my thighs in stark contrast to the hot, wet softness of his tongue. He growled when my hips jerked, holding me down so he could push deeper, curling his tongue in my pussy in a way that made me feel like I was going to squirm right off the bed.

  I wasn’t going to fucking last for three orgasms at this rate, but there was no way to tell him to push inside me already with Lucifer’s lips on mine.

  Tascius sucked my clit and, like he’d magically read my mind, he released me before the molten feeling of coming apart took over. He kissed my lower stomach, raising my ankles on his shoulders before lining himself up.

  I felt the thick head brush my pussy, then he thrust in hard and fast, bottoming out with a groan.

  Even with Lucifer’s mouth on mine, I took a sharp breath at the sudden pressure inside. A tiny sliver of pain became pleasure when Tascius pulled out and slid in slower, inch by inch, his fingers stroking my clit.

  The Nephilim’s hips pumped against me, rocking my entire body. Azazel ran his tongue down my stomach and back up, raising goosebumps everywhere he touched, and Lucifer worked his way down my throat.

  It was like being the center of the world, all the weight on my shoulders forgotten.

  Tascius’s long strokes never stopped, and my pussy tightened around him. He felt how close I was, sucking in a breath when I clamped down on his cock, and then his thrusting became harder, deeper, my clit aching under the pressure of his fingers.

  I strained against the bonds, wanting to touch him, but the three of them seemed to like that I couldn’t do anything but enjoy it.

  There was no way to resist falling off the edge, not with so much of him inside me. I shuddered, feeling like I was melting on the inside, and the heat exploded. Tascius grabbed my hips, grinding against my clit as he pounded into me.

  I felt his cock harden and twitch, and a sudden slickness on my ass and thighs when he came inside me, matching my climax with his own.

  Stars glittered in front of my eyes for a moment, and I slowly realized it wasn’t just from a mind-wrenching orgasm.

  Azazel licked me all the way up my throat, then kissed my mouth softly. I blinked, seeing the stars in the violet shade of his eyes.

  “My turn,” he said softly, biting my lower lip.

  Words were somewhere beyond me by that point.

  I felt Tascius pull out, and he leaned over me to take Azazel’s place and kiss me. I felt the shadows weaken and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, but then greedy hands pulled me against another hard chest.

  Azazel pulled me into his lap and I straddled him, feeling the thick length of his cock sliding against me. I couldn’t call him greedy when I felt that way myself, rising up and sinking down on him with a gasp.

  My nerve endings sparked again at the sensation of a new cock inside me, already pulsing with need.

  “I want Lucifer in you, too.” Azazel looked over my face with heavy-lidded eyes. “If you think you can.”

  I bit my swollen lower lip, sucking the tender flesh in my mouth. I tasted like all three of them. “How?”

  Lucifer tucked my damp hair behind my ear. “We can show you, if you want.”

  I hesitated for only a second. Whatever they were going to do, I was sure they’d stop if I hated it.

  But I had the feeling I wouldn’t hate it at all.

  Azazel leaned back on the bed, bringing me with him. A slave to my desires, I rode against him, moaning at the new pressure on my clit.

  Then Lucifer’s fingers trailed over my back, and my wings shivered as he passed between my wings and rounded my hip. He dipped down to my pussy, dragging moisture up over my ass. I felt his fingers against the entrance, stroking and gliding, and Azazel chose that moment to arch his hips, driving deeper.

  In that same instant, one of Lucifer’s fingers slipped inside me.

  I froze in place, caught between shock and the fire ripping through my nerves. It didn’t hurt; the sensation was odd, but when Azazel ground into me, it seemed like everything below the waist had suddenly become extra sensitive.

  Lucifer knelt behind me, working in several more fingers in time with Azazel’s strokes. I finally settled enough to keep riding him, even with Lucifer’s fingers in me.

  The heat drove me on, filling my abdomen and bursti
ng through my limbs. Tascius kissed me, catching my cheek with his hand, and when Lucifer withdrew his fingers, I groaned in protest.

  A moment later, I felt the silky crown of his cock push against my ass.

  I paused, my pussy tightening around Azazel as the new sensation of pressure filled me. There was a moment of pain, then a sense of fullness as Lucifer slid in, his hands on my shoulders, hips driving against my ass.

  I shivered uncontrollably, and a smirk crossed Tascius’s face as he watched the play of emotions on mine. “Do you like it?”

  My nipples were so hard they hurt, and he reached up to pinch them, rolling them between his thumb and fingers. Pleasure ripped through me like they were connected to my pussy and ass.

  “I’m going to come if any of you move so much as a single muscle,” I said raggedly.

  “That good?” Lucifer leaned forward to whisper in my ear, and the shift in his weight, grinding my clit down against Azazel, almost did it.

  “Beyond good.” I took a breath to brace myself, but the Watcher and fallen angel both moved, both withdrawing a few inches before plunging in deep.

  Lucifer’s hands tightened on my shoulder until it was almost painful. He pushed me down on Azazel, and the Watcher licked his lower lip as he watched me from below, hungrily taking in whatever was happening on my face as Lucifer pumped into my ass.

  I was close to the edge, my muscles tightening around them. Azazel grabbed my hips and moved them, grinding me against him, and I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

  My scream was muffled by Tascius’s mouth on mine, but my hips jerked and I devolved into wild bucking. All I wanted was to draw out the fire in my abdomen, the sensation of total fullness as two of my men pounded home, grunting when they came.

  Lucifer’s breath was ragged as he pushed in deep, and he gently pulled my head back by my hair, nibbling my earlobe. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, and every muscle in my body was satisfied by what they’d wrung out of me.

  They bundled me between them, tucking my wings, peppering gentle kisses over my forehead, mouth, and chin. Tascius stroked my legs and came back with a warm wet cloth to clean me.

  “Did any of that hurt?” Lucifer asked, worry lurking in the back of his silver eyes.

  I was a little sore, but half of that was from the fight this morning and the journey, and the other half was bone-deep satisfaction. “Not at all, and I want more. Tonight. And tomorrow. Maybe the next day, too.”

  Azazel kissed the mating mark on the back of my neck, sending a frisson of sensation and awareness through me. “We’ve created a monster,” he whispered against the nape of my neck. “A beautiful, bloodthirsty, sex-starved monster.”

  “I’m here for it,” Lucifer said with a smirk.

  22

  Melisande

  I shrugged a light robe around my shoulders and stepped out onto the porch overlooking the seeing pool.

  True night had fallen over the City of Sight. Glowing lanterns were strung through the trees and along the marble columns, casting glittering light over the pool. I watched a row of sibyls troop between the trees towards the city, each one blindfolded.

  I was so lost in thought I almost didn’t notice the presence at my elbow until Azazel leaned in to kiss my cheek, his fingers stroking the mark on the nape of my neck.

  “Can’t sleep?” he asked, standing behind me and wrapping his arms around me. I tucked my wings in tight and leaned back against him.

  “It’s hard to sleep when there’s so much to see.” I reached up to stroke the hand he’d pressed against my chest. “And when I’m wondering if Vyra is okay.”

  “She’s fine. Belial wouldn’t allow the other half of his Circle to descend into anarchy just because you’re gone.”

  I exhaled, watching the shimmer of lights on the water. If I let my eyes unfocus a tiny bit, it almost did seem like I could see visions in the water.

  I knew perfectly well that Vyra was probably cracking the whip right now. All of the Chainlings had probably been manicured. Haru was probably trailing around behind her, carrying dress-forms and boxes of makeup.

  She was fine. If there was one thing I had faith in, it was that Belial wouldn’t let everything go to shit if Satan showed his ugly face again.

  I had to worry about what was in front of me, the single mission I needed to accomplish. If I returned without the raw ebonite, this would all have been for nothing, and I’d be back at square one.

  “You’re right,” I murmured, lacing my fingers through Azazel’s. “I’m just nervous about what’s coming next.”

  “I don’t think the smith had any reason to lie to us.”

  “Not that. He seemed a little too gleeful at the prospect to send us on a wild chase. What if we can’t find the oracle? What if she’s already dead?”

  Azazel squeezed me a little tighter. “She’s not. We’ll get the ebonite and fly back. You’ll be home with everything you need.”

  “Everything we need,” I automatically corrected. “How long have you two been planning this?”

  He shrugged. I felt his muscles contract with the quick, smooth motion. “Only about a thousand years or so. We didn’t come to a truce on our differences until recently.”

  “Define ‘recently’.”

  He smiled, burying his face in my hair as he did it. “Only about fifty years or so. We’ve had a complicated friendship over the eons. Lucifer and I have found ourselves on opposite sides too many times to count, but in the end, we always seem to end up on the same side again.”

  I brooded, still staring at the water. “That’s a long time to plan this. I don’t have a thousand years to wait.”

  “You don’t need a thousand years. All we needed was you. We’ve made more progress in the past few months than we’ve made in years.” Azazel raked his fingers through my hair, making me shiver. “Perhaps we were just missing sufficient motivation.”

  I didn’t get a chance to answer. Seer Antava was scurrying down the path on the far side of the seeing pool, and Tascius and Lucifer were both still sprawled on the bed inside, dead to the world.

  “Let’s go wake them up.”

  Azazel kept his arms around my shoulders as he opened the door, and I discarded the robe before leaning over the bed.

  Lucifer looked angelic in sleep, every line of tension smoothed out of his face. I stroked his forehead, tucking a blond curl away and straightening my feather, and his eyes flicked open.

  He smiled lazily and pulled me down on his chest. “Good morning to you, too,” he breathed, rolling over and trapping me beneath him for a deep kiss.

  “I’m trying to wake you up.” I tried to squirm away, but where these men were concerned, there was no squirming out from under their bulk. It felt like being trapped under a very warm and rather breathtaking boulder. “The seer is almost here.”

  Tascius stirred from less than a foot away, coming awake almost instantly. He yawned and stretched, showing off the ripped muscles in his stomach and sides. “Are we doing this again?”

  “No,” I hissed, as the seer knocked on the door. “Do not show her your morning- well, your evening wood.”

  Tascius craned his head to grin at me. “Don’t worry, no one else is allowed to touch it.”

  It was pretty impressive, and I pictured telling Seer Antava to tell the Visionary she might have to wait a few hours.

  But no. We were here for a reason.

  “Damn right they’re not. I don’t want them looking at it, either. It’s a feast for my eyes only.” I finally managed to squirm away from their limbs, and heard Azazel answer the door and quietly respond to a feminine voice.

  “I guess if you don’t want to join us, we have no choice.” Lucifer faked a sad sigh, and I balled up his shirt and threw at his head with perfect accuracy.

  While they were pulling their clothes on, I smoothed out my hair in the mirror, and Azazel came up behind me.

  “You look as beautiful as always,” he said in my ear, running
his fingers through my feathers. I shivered under the delicate touch.

  I caught sight of Tascius and Lucifer, the darkness of my feathers against their light-toned hair. “You’re missing something,” I said, turning around to face Azazel. He raised an eyebrow.

  I might have a permanent token from him, but I wanted to make sure it was extremely obvious that I had just as much of a claim on him.

  I plucked a feather from my wings and reached up to unclasp one of his raven-skull lapel pins, working the sharp point of the pin through the shaft of my feather, and re-pinned it. He watched with an unidentifiable expression as I smoothed the feather, which almost blended in against his black suit.

  “There,” I murmured, making sure each pin was straight.

  Azazel looked down at the feather, then pushed me back against the wall and kissed me hard, tilting my face up as his tongue slid into my mouth. I opened wider, heat spiraling through my abdomen as his teeth caught my lip-

  “So… are we doing this now?” A certain fallen angel’s voice cut through my reverie.

  Azazel broke away, a hard but possessive light shining in his violet eyes. I glanced at Lucifer, who smirked at me knowingly.

  “We aren’t doing this now.”

  “You’re sending mixed messages, friend.” Tascius strapped his axe over his back and tied up his silver hair. “That looked a lot like doing it now.”

  “No, I was just straightening his suit.” I threw him a narrow-eyed look, and he looked back, all innocence.

  “Were you straightening his tonsils, too?” Lucifer inquired. “Mine are crooked, want to lend a helping tongue?”

  He barely dodged the second shirt I threw at his head.

  “Is everything all right in there?” Seer Antava’s voice was muffled, but she sounded concerned.

  “No, we are not doing this now,” Azazel said, the slightest dangerous hiss in his voice. He crossed the room in several quick strides and threw the door open, startling the small seer. “We’re ready to see the Visionary.”