“How long are you letting her wait?” Alaric asks, bringing the glass of scotch up to his lips. We’re spread out on the couches in the living room, drinking my father’s expensive alcohol. It’s not like he’s here to tell us off. I take a deep pull on my cigarette, letting the smoke leak out before breathing it back in. The chandelier on the roof looks older than Hell—the curse of old wealth. Everything is fucking antique around here.
Alaric is watching me expectantly.
I blow out a cloud of smoke, rolling my head. “She can fucking wait until I’m good and ready.”
“It’s been three hours,” Ronan comments. Knowing that fucker, he probably feels sorry for her.
“And she can wait for three more.” I bring the cigarette to my lips, letting my eyes fall closed. The embers spark. I’m so fucking relaxed. More so than I have been in a long time. I like thinking of her kneeling in my bedroom while she awaits my return. Her pretty face covered in my brothers and me. I bet her clit throbs.
A small part of me hopes she has moved so I can hurt her. The thought of putting her on my knee and spanking some fucking gratitude into her is an itch I need to scratch. Why is she so fucking stubborn? I know she wants my dick, so why is she refusing to say please?
I groan, rubbing my eyes, the cigarette pinched between my two fingers. I want her to beg so fucking badly. No, I need her to.
“What the fuck will it take to break her?” Alaric asks, echoing my thoughts.
I lower my hand and open my eyes. The firelight reflects off the chandelier. “I don’t fucking know, but I’m determined to find out.”
“We could just fuck her anyway. It’s not like she doesn’t want it,” Ronan says.
“No,” I reply, “she’ll beg.”
“And when she does, we’ll ruin her.”
My smile is slow to form. Alaric is as brutal as me; he knows we’ll tear into her like a pack of ruthless, feral animals. When we’re done with her, she won’t know her own name anymore, and she certainly won’t be dry-humping human men in bars. The mere thought has me fisting my hands. I take another pull on the cigarette to calm myself down before I do something I’ll regret, like walk up there and fuck her ass raw. Smoke curls in the air while the burning wood crackles in the fireplace.
“What happened in the alleyway?” Alaric asks.
I don’t want to think about it. “It was a glitch.”
“A glitch?” laughs Ronan, then rolls his head on the back of the couch to look at me. “What do you think this is? A Super Mario game?”
I snort a laugh, but it’s a tired sound. What is Aurelia doing to me? I’m faulty. I failed to fuck a human girl, and then I killed a man. All because of an angel with blonde hair and blue doe eyes.
“Fuck, man,” I groan, rubbing my face. “We’ll have to invite Dari and her friends over. Set this shit right.”
“Don’t act like such a dick,” Alaric says with a laugh. “You don’t want to fuck Dari.”
“I also don’t want to be pussy whipped. No woman gets to have that power over me.”
Ronan sits forward and snatches the cigarette from between my lips. He takes a deep drag, holds it in his lungs, then blows the smoke in my face. “Too late, brother. She’s got you by your motherfucking balls.”
I shove his face away, making him laugh. “Let’s show her who’s in charge.”
We stand up and make our way upstairs. My dick stirs with anticipation. What will we find? Is she still kneeling like a good girl, or did she disobey me? I win either way.
The hallway is quiet except for our heavy footsteps and the rain pattering on the window. I feel fantastic now that I’ve fed—strong and alive. It also helps to have my little angel where I want her: on her knees and submitting to me.
I exchange a smirk with my brothers as I place my hand on the door handle.
Alaric lifts his chin. Open it.
Pushing down on the handle, I inch open the door like a kid at Christmas. The little angel is the wrapped toy, and I can’t wait to tear into her packaging.
“Well, well,” I say smugly when I walk in and find her kneeling like I ordered her to.
The fire still burns in her eyes, threatening to incinerate anything that steps too close. Behind me, Ronan chuckles cruelly, the sound dripping with darkness.
“Our little whore can be a good girl after all.”
Her wings spring open, knocking over the candleholder and books on the nightstand as she bares her teeth. I fucking love it when she does that.
“Whoa!” Ronan exclaims behind me. “Someone is feeling threatened.”
“What are we going to do with her?” Alaric taunts, circling her like prey. “Should we punish her?”
Her blue eyes follow us, tracking our every move. I step up to her and lift her chin with a finger. The cum on her cheeks has long since dried, and I almost feel sorry for her, but she looks so pretty like this: ruined and used.
“She’s been a very good girl. I think she deserves a reward for kneeling here like an eager slut all night.” I stroke my thumb over her lips, back and forth. “Don’t you think you deserve a reward, little angel?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, and my cock takes notice of the submissive tone in her voice.
“Rise.”
She slowly stands up. Her knees hurt, but she tries hard to disguise the discomfort she feels. Before she can say a word, I grab her hips and lift her cunt up to my mouth, her thighs on either side of my head. Angel releases a squeal, which soon morphs into a strangled moan when I suck on her pussy through her damp panties.
With my arm banded around her ass, I slide the fabric aside to lap at her delicious pussy. Her taste is so fucking addictive. My little angel pulls on my hair while I walk us the four steps to my bed. I drop her down, watching her bounce on the sheets.
Climbing on after her, Ronan spreads her smooth legs. “Such a pretty pussy.” Then he looks over his shoulder at us and asks, “Doesn’t she have a fucking pretty pussy, guys?”
I fold my arms over my chest and say to Angel, “Keep your eyes open the whole time. If you close them, we stop.”
Walking past me, Alaric puts his knee on the bed. He’s rough as fuck when he yanks down her dress to expose her tits. Ronan drags his nose over her pussy and breathes her in while Alaric rolls her nipples into hard points.
Her heavy blue eyes stay glued to mine, and I hide my smirk behind my hand when her lips part. Ronan eats her out like he’s waited a lifetime to taste her. It’s not every day he gets to feast on one of God’s angels. Our little plaything is a first-class meal, the finest dessert you can get your hands on. Ronan knows it. We all know it.
Alaric takes her nipple into his mouth, kneading the other breast. Meanwhile, I stand with my arms crossed and my feet planted, watching Angel fall apart at my brothers’ hands. They drag it out, bringing her to the edge and keeping her there, suspended between pleasure and desperation. Her grip on Ronan’s hair looks painful, her soft moans escalating in volume until I’m sure even the dead can hear her. Alaric and Ronan won’t let her come until I give the command, and I won’t give her respite until she fucking begs. I don’t care if it takes all night.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!”
Ronan slaps her clit and shoves his fingers inside her. “Your God can’t help you now, little angel.”
Alaric chuckles before biting down on the skin next to her rosy nipple, soothing the bitemark with his tongue. I need a fucking taste myself. Nudging Ronan out of the way, I flip her over on her front. “Are you a good girl for us, Angel?” I ask, bunching her dress around her waist.
“Yes, I’m such a good girl.”
“Lies!” My hand comes down on her ass with a satisfying thwack. I knead the reddening flesh, then strike her again. “Good girls beg, Angel.”
“Fuck you!”
Her response makes Ronan and Alaric laugh. I’d lie if I said I wasn’t amused, too. I raise her hips until she’s on her shaky knees with her creamy ass in the air. Her puffy cunt glistens in the soft light from my bedside lamp, and the inside of her thighs are sticky with her arousal.
My dick throbs as my mouth waters. “I always get my way, sooner or later, beautiful. You will bend to me.”
She cries out when I grab her hips and lick her tight exit. My tongue swirls and teases until she trembles on all fours, moaning my name. She still doesn’t beg, though. Stubborn, fucking woman.
Kneeling in front of her, Alaric unbuckles his belt and slides his zipper down. Trust him to take advantage of the situation. Not that I blame him. Who wouldn’t want to fuck her pretty mouth at every opportunity?
“Do you like being our plaything?” he asks her, pulling down the front of his jeans and letting his dick spring free. I could lick her ass all night. She’s so fucking responsive, mewling like a cat and arching her back against me.
“Yes,” she breathes out, wetting her lips in anticipation.
“Nu-uh,” Alaric taunts, stroking his dick just out of reach. “You can’t have this, baby. Not until you beg. Only good girls get to choke on my cock. And you, little angel, are a brat.”
“Fuck, this ass,” I groan, leaning back and giving it a hard smack. My handprint blossoms on her skin.
Watching the scene unfold from the side to the bed, Ronan slides his big palm over her arched back, admiring the beautiful curve of her spine beneath her wings. “You’re so fragile, little angel,” he comments. “We could snap you in half.” His cruel words have her moaning when he fists her hair, pulling her head back. “Daemon killed for you tonight. Say thank you, like a good girl.”
“Thank you.”
Smirking against her exit, I lean back to palm her creamy ass cheek. It molds perfectly in my hand.
“You can do better than that,” Ronan says, tightening his grip on her hair.
“Thank you for killing that man, Daemon.”
Fuck, the way she says it with so much desire in her feminine voice…
“I’ll kill any man who looks at you, Angel,” I tell her, sinking two fingers inside her cunt. She’s so wet that I meet no resistance. “I won’t feel regret for slaughtering them like pigs. You know why?” My fingers slide back out, slick with her desire. I taste them, licking her off me, then shove them back inside her warm heat. “Because this greedy cunt is mine and my brothers. No one gets to taste it, fuck it, or play with it but us.”
“I need to come,” she whimpers, thighs shaking.
“And I’ll let you. If you beg.”
“Fuck, Daemon. Just make me come!”
“I don’t hear any begging.”
Alaric strokes her hair away from her face while he runs his big hand over his cock. He’s dying to ram it into her mouth and watch her gag on him, but he wants to hear her beg as much as I do. Climbing off the bed, I wipe my mouth. Ronan takes my place, and I admire the sight of her on all fours while he eats her out from behind. She can barely hold herself up.
“I can’t… I need…”
Alaric fists her hair on top of her head. “Just fucking beg already so I can fuck your throat.”
“Mmmh!”
Ronan grunts, not letting up on his torturous assault on her pussy.
His face is covered in her.
“Shit, okay, fuck!”
I stiffen. Is this it? Is she about to beg?
“Please, I need to come.”
“I didn’t hear you,” Alaric says, shifting closer.
“Please, please, please.”
It’s music to my ears. The sweetest fucking symphony.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck my mouth. Make me come. Just please…”
“Good girls get rewarded.” Alaric slowly sinks his dick inside her mouth, and her satisfied sound is cut off when he thrusts down her throat. She gags, causing my cock to twitch in my pants.
Fuck…
“That’s it,” Alaric growls, holding her in place. “Such a good girl. You can take it. Your throat feels so damn good. So fucking good. Relax for me, little angel, breathe through your nose.”
She comes.
It’s fucking spectacular to watch her climax with Alaric’s dick stuffed in her mouth while Ronan feasts on her soaking folds. He doesn’t stop until the pleasure becomes too much and she tries to wriggle away. Stuck between the two fallen angels, she’s unable to escape.
“You can come again,” Ronan orders, biting her ass cheek. “Give me one more. I want your cum in my mouth.”
I take a seat in the armchair by the far wall and settle in to watch the show. If she thinks I’m giving in to her this easily, she has another thing coming. Angel chokes around Alaric’s cock in her mouth as he picks up his pace, thrusting hard and fast, using her for his own pleasure. Our little angel isn’t so pure anymore. She’s corrupt, taking cock like she was created to please her fallen angels.
And she does it so well. Beautiful fucking tears trail down her cheeks. Alaric sweeps them up with his thumb and licks them off. Angel comes again, convulsing, moaning, and trembling. Her prone little body has never known pleasure like it. After this, she’ll be ruined for all other angels, and I like the thought of that a little too much. I don’t want her to look at other men ever again. We’re the only gods she needs to worship.
Alaric stiffens and then grunts as he spills his release down her throat. Slapping her ass and climbing off the bed, Ronan kneels on it with one leg while unbuckling his belt. “My turn. Come here and suck my cock.”
Angel wipes her mouth and crawls over on shaky limbs, her blue eyes briefly meeting mine, before Ronan fists her hair and proceeds to make her wish she hadn’t begged.
“Don’t you want to join in?” Alaric asks me, walking over.
With my elbow on the armrest, I rub my lips. My cock is hard as a rock in my pants. “No, when I finally fuck her, I want her to be so desperate for it that she’ll crawl through the house after me on her hands and knees.”
“She’s stubborn. You might wait a long time.”
“I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
“You’re as bad as each other.”
“Fuck, that feels so fucking good,” Ronan groans. It must do; his wings unfold behind him.
I roll my eyes. What a show-off.
“Yeah, like that, beautiful.”
“Just finish off already,” I call out, and Ronan laughs but keeps his eyes trained on the little angel, watching her suck on his dick. “I’m making it last.”
Alaric digs in his pockets for his pack of cigarettes. He hands me one and lights his with a click of his fingers. After lighting mine, I extinguish the hellfire in my hand and take a deep inhale, relishing in the sweet burn.
“That’s it, angel. Relax your throat for me.”
Smoke curls in the air as the rain comes down harder on the window. The cleaner left it open this morning, and now my room smells of fresh rain, sex, and cigarettes. I’m almost down to the filter when Angel finally swallows his release. She does it so damn eagerly while moaning and arching her pert little ass up in the air.
As he steps away, she sits back on her heels and looks at me expectantly. She’s flushed, her breasts painted with Alaric’s bite marks, and her tangled hair sticks to the mascara streaks on her cheeks. How can I not want to walk over there and add my own marks to her smooth skin?
I flick my cigarette away and pat my thigh. “Come here.”
She slowly slides off the bed and goes to stand but pauses when I shake my head.
“Crawl to me. Ass in the air.”
Ronan lies spent on the bed. It’ll be a long time before he moves again. Our little angel sucked his soul out of his body.
She sets her jaw but follows orders, and the moment her hands land on the stone floor, I hold my breath. Angel crawls to me. Her beautiful tits sway and her white wings move on her back as she arches her ass in the air like I asked her to. Fuck, she’s dangerous. If I’m not careful, she’ll rip my heart out of my body and sink her teeth into that, too. It’s enough that she has me by my balls.
Settling between my legs and gazing up at me, she slides her hands up my thighs. I watch her set to work on my belt with eager hands. I feel like a king—a royal on his throne—while she pulls down my zipper. Lowering the front of my jeans, she hesitates. Her beautiful eyes stay glued to my weeping length as precum beads on the tip. I’m so hard, it’s uncomfortable. As she leans in to lick it off, I fist the hair on top of her head to hold her off. “What do you say?”
Her tongue is out, her blue eyes peering up at me. Hell, I’m torturing myself. Warring with herself, her eyes flick down to my length. “Please, Daemon, may I suck your dick?”
“You want this?” I tease her, stroking my veiny length from root to tip and then back down. “All you have to do is beg again, and I might just let you.”
Alaric chuckles next to me. “You have the self-control of a saint. Are you sure you didn’t sneak out of Eden, too?”
“What’s it going to be, little angel? Are you going to please your master, or should I give Dari a call? She’ll do more than beg.”
“Master?” Ronan chuckles. He’s not dead after all.
“I think I would quite like her calling me that,” I reply with a smirk, letting go of her hair to cup her chin. “Want to suck your master’s dick?”
The beautiful flames in her eyes burn brighter when she sits back and hisses, “Fuck you! You’re not my master!”
Such sweet foreplay.
“Suit yourself,” I reply, tucking my dick away, but she’s on me, yanking my jeans down. My cock is in her hot mouth in the next second. She sucks me down, moaning deep in her throat. Holy shit. She feels so fucking good. I let her bob on me for all of two seconds before shoving her off with enough force to make her stumble back onto the floor. “You’re not having my dick until you beg me for it. Your sucking is mediocre at best, so you won’t convince me by taking without permission.”
It’s a lie—she sucks like a motherfucking queen, and it was a damn struggle to push her away and not lose myself in her warm mouth, but it was worth offending her to see the fire in her eyes. She’s positively fuming.
“I. Hate. You!”
My dick throbs.
Lifting my chin, I give a silent command to Alaric, who slides his hand inside his pocket, takes out his cell, and swipes the screen. Then he puts it to his ear and asks, “Want Dari to bring a couple of friends too?”
I nod, palming my length. “Yeah, at least two.”
Angel snaps her eyes to Alaric, but she’s too angry to call us out on our bluff. Her breaths are coming hard and fast, causing her beautiful tits to rise and fall. I want her ass in my hands and her nipples in my mouth.
“Please, Daemon, may I suck your cock?” she bites out.
I nearly come. My balls tighten at the fury in her eyes. “Daemon?”
“Master.”
“Good girl.” I place my hands on the armrests, spreading my thighs wider. “I’m all yours. Worship at your king’s feet.”
Alaric lowers his phone, and we share an amused glance. We toppled her queen this time, and the sweet victory tastes delicious on my tongue.
Her warm mouth covers me again, and I don’t stop her this time. I let her taste and suck on me like she’s waited a lifetime for my dick. The urge to ram my cock down her throat is strong, but it would defeat the purpose. I’m the one in control here, not her.
“Deeper, beautiful. I want to hear you gag.”
Her throat constricts around my length, and I bite down on my tongue to stop myself from coming. “Spread your wings. Let me see them while you suck me.”
They slowly unfurl, large and majestic. My hand lands in her hair, holding her down on my length while I begin to fuck her throat. I said I wouldn’t take control, but the primal need to make an angel with such large wings—almost as big as mine—submit is overwhelming. I’m her king; she bows to me. “Hell, your throat, little angel. I could listen to you gag all fucking night.”
Her wings threaten to close, so I give another deep thrust, feeling her throat constrict around me. “Keep them open. I want to see them when I stuff your mouth with my cum.”
Her nails dig into my thighs, drawing blood through the rips in my jeans. It hurts, but I welcome the pain. She wants it, but she also doesn’t want it. It’s a heady mix. I’m an asshole, and I don’t pretend otherwise. She still comes crawling back for more.
“Fuck,” I groan, sliding out of her mouth. “Stick your tongue out and flatten it.”
Hell, the sight of her with her mouth open, tongue out, ready and eager to take my release, pushes me over the edge and I paint her with my desire. With her wings spread out behind her, she looks up at me as my cum showers over her face, beading on her lashes and lips. I always want her like this. Bruised, ruined, and spent. She looks like she let three insatiable fallen angels have their way with her, and there’s no way back now.
She’s ours.
