alexander. carter. christian. gabriel. luca. ronan.
( monster ) // n. one who deviates from normal or acceptable behavior or character ; a threatening force.
Raphael: Why are you being such a little bitch about it? Ah---it's *small*, isn't it? Your cock, I mean. Well, nothing to be ashamed of there, I'll just keep sending you virgins so that they won't realize what they're missing out on. We take care of our own here at The Inferno, after all.
Raphael: What mortality? I'm going to live for fucking ever, Barrett. Pfft.
Raphael: Ah ... good to hear. I had a feeling you two would be perfectly matched. And she's quite the delicious little creature, isn't she? Floods my dick like a fucking fountain.
Raphael: Oh yes, the little human I've been keeping in the dungeon. A nosy little reporter that I caught sneaking around the night of the raid, I decided to keep her as a small pet friend for Tatiana, but she's proven to be quite the handful. Perhaps you'd like to fuck her into submission as well?
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Alexander: Get the fuck over yourself. Immortals are all the same--fixated on what other people think about their cocks and cunts.
Alexander: Yes. Living forever. You missed the point I was making, but...right. Sir. Of course.
Alexander: Anyway, about your new friend. Are you sure the humans aren't going to come sniffing around for her now? A reporter's bound to have ample connections to the outside world.
âI did arrive on time,â she countered, watching him over the rim of her glass as she took a sip. âI know you saw me. I could feel your eyes like a set of hands.â Still could. They pinned her in place until she could do nothing but stare back with an insolent smirk. How she hated that Luca had even an ounce of control over her. But he did. He was certainly stronger and wiser. He had centuries of knowledge and experience and training over her ninety something odd years, not to mention the status and power heâd earned himself in that time. But more than any of that, she was just overwhelmingly attracted to him and it clouded her judgment. And worse, he knew it.Â
Luca was all too aware of his effect on the young vampire, he had to be, which made their games all the more infuriating. Elvyra played to win, but playing with him meant playing by an entirely new set of rules. After years of relying on her sexuality, sheâd had to hone some of the other tools in her arsenal for a competitive edge. Her attempts at seduction were fun, but they werenât going to give her the upper hand. Not with him. Still, she couldnât keep herself away. She flirted and picked fights and did just about everything she could for the rush of attention. For now, being told no was still new enough to be interesting to the girl so used to batting her lashes to get her way.Â
Still not breaking his gaze, she focused on his voice, almost letting the words fall to the wayside. What he was saying was so ridiculous they almost didnât feel worthy of her attention, but she listened and nodded, unable to resist the laugh that burst out. âLucaâŠâ she hummed, the amusement evident in her voice. âLuca, Luca, Luca⊠If you wanted to run a train on me, all you had to do was ask,â she simpered, reaching across the table to rest her hand atop his, stroking her thumb along the edge of his sleeve. âDidnât even need to butter me up with a plate of cured meats and cheeses, although I do have a weakness for a good charcuterie board. I have to assume that was your end goal, right? Because if you truly did mean to proposition me to spy on Gabriel, then you must be absolutely insane. So what are you truly asking of me? Iâll give you a second to really consider your words.âÂ
"Your definition of âon timeâ and mine differ quite a bit, sweetheart,â Luca purred as he sat back in his seat, his wings fluttering slightly behind him. He kept them tucked in close to his frame and watched as the waiter finished depositing the bulk of their appetizer and drinks on the table. Luca lifted his drink before him and flicked his wrist, causing the ice to crackle against the smooth glass before he took a long, deep drink. He set what remained of his alcohol down on the table and reached for a piece of prosciutto off the sampler board with a golden fork, bringing the food to his mouth and taking a bite. He speared a piece of cheese next, bringing it to his mouth as he considered the little game they were playing today.
Elvyra was testing his patience--one wrong slip and theyâd both go careening off the side of Paradise Lost, fighting each other for control. She was like a scrappy little mouse, determined to stand her ground, but the cat was growing bored. And hungry.
He glanced down at the hand she placed on top of his own at the table, a clear invitation to redirect the conversation to matters that were decidedly more sexual. And if Luca wasnât as hellbent on having his wishes fulfilled, he might have considered it. As it was, her words sounded far too much like a no for Luca to be content with, and so he dragged his gaze up to her face, his eyes dark and merciless as they locked onto her own. Did she think this was a joke, then? That he wasnât serious about her spying on the vampire king? Luca wouldnât have called this little meeting at the lounge if heâd considered any sort of wiggle room in her willingness to follow his demands. Who did she think she was, truly, telling him to reconsider his words?
âYou donât seem to understand me, doll; let me make myself clear,â Luca purred, turning his hand palm up as hers rested on top of it. His fingers clasped around her wrist and he yanked her towards him so that they were both leaning over the small table that separated them. Luca leaned forward, his gaze narrowing and his voice dropping so that Elvyra would be sure to hear every single syllable he uttered. âYou work for me, which means your loyalty is to me. You will find out if the vampire king has anything to hide from me or Raphael, or your ass will be out of a job and on the streets of Amsterdam faster than you can say âdaddy, please.â A whore is useless to me unless sheâs an obedient whore, and you donât want to see what happens when Iâm told no twice. Besides....â He wet his lips with the flick of his tongue, his finger tracing circles on the inside of her wrist before he clamped down, his nails digging into her soft flesh as he continued. â...you donât get a job in The Inferno by being pure. If I want to contract you out to deepthroat every vampireâs cock this side of Europe in order to obtain information for me, youâll say âyes, sirâ and fall to your knees.â He yanked his hand from hers, leaning back in his chair.
âNow, are we clear, or am I going to have to stick you to the back of The Infernoâs line-up with the new girls who havenât figured out how to work a pole yet?â
Raphael had hardly noticed Lucaâs absence, if he was being honest, that was how tied up he was in his preparations to storm the Coalition and tear them apart brick by bloody brick until he managed to unearth his missing sister. Luca might have been one of the only few people that Raphael bothered to converse with these days, but with the amount of time he was spending holed up in his study and poring obsessively over the blueprints he had managed to steal from the human government, days were going by like hours, and hours flew by like minutes. He rarely ever left his office unless it was to bark out commands to the rest of his Inner Circle, or seek solace in the warmth between young Tatianaâs thighs, and when things were particularly bad, heâd sneak down to Babyâs bedroom and simply bury his face in one of her old nightgowns in an attempt to drown out the rest of the world in favor of focusing on her soft, familial scent. It wasnât his only form of coping, unfortunately, the less pleasant side of it was hidden away within the dungeons, heâd left more than his fair share of bruises on his human prisoner, if only because putting a face to the organization that had taken away his baby sister felt so damn fucking good.
Jane and Luca, thoughâthey were his constants, the only two people that he truly trusted when it came to the retrieval of his most precious treasure. And if Luca wanted to disappear for a few days in the midst of Raphaelâs careful planning, then so fucking be it. Jane continued to bring him mugs of tea and rub his shoulders as he burned through the midnight oil, it was mid-morning when his phone went off and a series of text messages from none other than his co-leader and brother in arms showed up on the bright screen along with the âlow batteryâ display.
RAPHAEL: Youâve been gone for three FUCKING days. This has better be good, Luca.Â
RAPHAEL: I donât have time for this shit right now. You know that. Every minute that we waste is another that Baby spends in Hell.Â
RAPHAEL: But fine. Iâll be right there. I fully expect a fucking blowjob to make up for this, though.
The last part was a joke, of course, because heâd never allow another manâs mouth to come anywhere near his dick so help him god, but it helped to ease his frustration as he stood up wearily from his plush, padded chair and smoothed out the front of his trousers before running an exhausted hand through his mussed hair. He looked a right messâmore than a few daysâ worth of stubble on his face, dark circles beneath his eyes, and there was jam on his sweater from the scone Jane had forced him to eat sometime last night. Irregardless, he made his way towards Lucaâs quarters; similar in size and grandeur to his own, it was a familiar trek.Â
With a sigh and a pinch to the bridge of his nose that made it clear that he wasnât at all amused with Lucaâs theatrics, he waited outside his co-leaderâs door as ordered, and sent him a short text to announce his arrival.
RAPHAEL: Well? Are you still tucking your dick back into your trousers, or can I come in?
Luca wasnât certain how believable it was going to be, for him to have plunged straight into the heart of the coalition to steal Baby back and still convince Raphael that his feelings for her were purely platonic, but that was a dilemma that Luca would deal with as the occasion rose up. He paced in his room, dressed into a fresh sweater and trousers as he snuck furtive glances at Baby where she rested in his bed. He didnât wish to wake or disturb her just yet; after the weekend theyâd spent together in that quaint hotel in Amsterdam, she needed all of the rest her body would allow her to receive. Days, if Luca had any say in it. So when his phone hummed with an onslaught of texts from Raphael, he prepared himself for his co-leaderâs reaction. Raphael was not an emotional man, to say the least, but Luca knew that this would be a very...emotional reunion for his partner.
Great, now they sounded like a fucking Hallmark special.
Luca made his way to the door and opened it, slipping back into the hall and letting the heavy door snick shut behind him. Raphael stood before him, disheveled and clearly out of sorts, as he waited impatiently for Lucaâs arrival. There was a bit of food stained on his shirt, and he looked worse for wear. Was this how Luca had looked to others the last month? Completely out of sorts and one bad comment away from burning the world to ashes around him? He appraised his co-leader silently, his eyes adjusting to the brilliant lighting of The Infernoâs hallway as he struggled to find the words.
âI found her,â he said at last, and the words were a heavy weight on his tongue. He felt something in his chest clench as he recalled the way Baby had looked the night heâd rescued her; battered, broken, and with a fraction of her soul permanently ripped away. Before Raphael could speak up and demand more information, Luca spoke again, being sure to keep his voice low enough so that he wouldnât disturb Baby sleeping in the other room. âSheâs sleeping right now; hasnât slept in days, as a matter of fact, so it would be best if you didnât wake her straight away. Sheâs had...a great deal of shock and trauma to her body. But sheâs fed, clothed, bathed, and sleeping away weeks of trauma.â Luca hesitated, his hands flexing at his sides as he struggled with the best way to tell Raphael the full brunt of what sheâd suffered. âThere are...scars. And bruises. Marks from what they did to her in there. I need you to be prepared for what you see in there, Raphael.â
And then, Luca twisted the knob and opened the door, revealing the interior of his suite.
Jane and Luca had never had much cause to be alone. Luca was Raphaelâs best friend and co-leader while Jane was his lover, partner, and confidant. They were only ever together in the presence of Raphael and frankly, had never paid each other much mind. Well, Luca had never paid Jane any mind. Jane paid attention to the dynamic between Raphael and Luca. She paid attention to how Luca treated others. And mostly, she paid attention to Luca and Baby. She knew all about Luca and Baby and after Babyâs tearfully explanation the night before, Jane was done just paying attention.Â
She smirked, Luca was trying to shake her. He was being a dick and thinking it would make her back off. But Jane knew perfectly well that she wasnât just Raphaelâs whore and that her job at Inferno and in his life were much more important. She couldnât be swayed. âWeâll find her. Donât worry your pretty little dick about it. Raphael and I have got it covered. Sheâs ours after all. Sheâs our little girl and weâre going to bring her home.â
Jane walked over and put her hands flat on the desk, leaning over it. âI care because Baby was miserable last night before she was taken. You broke her heart. You have used her again and again. She spent hours on your outfits and not three hours into that party she was in my arms crying. You fucked up, Luca. And your damn lucky that I havenât told Raphael yet.â
The moment Jane stated that Luca had broken Babyâs heart, he felt something cold and bitter harden inside of him. Who was this woman to stand here and judge the relationship he shared with Baby when she knew nothing of it? Who was she to deliver painful blows to his morale, especially while Baby was still missing? Luca was the one who was poring over information day and night in hopes of tracking down the bastards who had taken her and disemboweling them. Luca was the one who hadnât been able to stop thinking of her since sheâd been ripped from his hands the night of the Seven Deadly Sins gala. Luca was the one who couldnât sleep, couldnât eat, couldnât think until the promise of her being safely returned to him once more was fulfilled. And Jane thought she had a right? She had helped raise Baby, true, but she didnât know them. Nobody knew them.
What gave this vampire the fucking right?
âRaphael and you have it covered?â Luca asked, a dry laugh escaping his throat. âYou really think youâre something special here, donât you, princess? Where are you when Raphael is seeking out every woman in the establishment and burying himself between her thighs? Where are you when Raphael brings home new toys to play with? You might think you hold the upper hand here because youâve been in his life for decades, but donât forget who helped raise The Inferno out of the ashes. Donât forget who helped Raphael bring this little alliance together. Not you. Me.â
âDonât you dare come into my fucking office and presume you know anything about my life,â Luca thundered, standing and slamming his hands on the desk that separated them. Anger radiated off of him, singing the wood of the desk as his palms made contact with the surface. He was aching, cracking apart at the seams, and tired of everyone presuming they knew about his fucking business. Lucaâs wings expanded behind him, rather of their own accord, as shadows fell across the room. âDo you think you get to lay claim to grieving over her? Do you think thatâs a special right you have because you helped Raphael when he brought her from her fatherâs home? I donât care how much Raphael cares for you. If you ever threaten the life I have and the woman I choose to share myself with again, Iâll light your ass up and use you as kindling for my fire.â
Of all the ways Thea had imagined this particular meeting panning out, she could safely say without any shadow of a doubt that this hadnât been one of them. Christian was about as far from what she had been expecting as a person could get. He wasnât weak by any means, and even through his awkward disposition everything about him still told her he was an alpha â But his mannerisms? The way he held himself? In an odd sort of way, Thea felt like she was safe to at least be a little more herself around the man. That she could be honest with him, and he would be with her in kind.Â
âNot if they have anything to say about it we canâtâŠâ She muttered in response, picking at the flaky piece of pastry on her plate and trying to ignore the unsettling feeling they were being watched that crept up her spine. The omega wasnât foolish enough to believe they werenât being observed in some way, she just hoped they werenât being overheard â Not that it would matter much anyway, anyone with eyes could see how little either of them wanted this. She hated it, and she hated the coalition for forcing this on them and it was wrong on so many levelsâŠBut the more she thought on it, the more it started to click into place that maybe, just maybe, she could use this to their advantage. Omega handlers went away once you were paired, personal guards too under the right circumstance. Â
Thea didnât really know what she could offer Christian in return aside from someone that wouldnât fall for a mated man, yet even so, it possibly could work. âBut maybe youâre right. Seems like we both â might want similar things out of this.â She trailed off slightly, unsure just who was listening and how to go about even asking such a bizarre thing. âYouâre still an alpha though. Itâs honestly ridiculous how they spew all this crap about you guys being held in such high regard, and then turn around and force you into this tooâŠâÂ
The brunette listened intently as he went on to talk about his mate. Lilianna, it was nice a name; though the comment about loosing her mother did somber Thea up slightly. âIâŠI can imagine, losing someone you care about definitely changes things.â Her relationship with her own mother had been strenuous at best, but even that had left a hole when sheâd died. She couldnât imagine how it might be for someone you were extremely close to.Â
Youâd think the coalition consisted of no wolves at all with the way his imprinting seemed to have been dismissed so casually, about to comment on it before he was continuing on with the conversation and asking about any relationships she might currently have. It was no doubt just the unexpectedness of it all that had her mind wondering to a certain person in particular before snapping out of it. He was speaking from a romantic standpoint after all, and Catarina had been very specific when it came to what their thing was; something the omega wholeheartedly agreed with. âNo itâs, itâs okay. I meanâŠyou went as far as to tell me youâre mated, I appreciate that.â She added, certainly not taking offence at all. âI just â Maybe not romantically, per say, but I do have people. It started as a way to just piss off my handler but nowâŠTheyâve become really good friends.â Running a hand through her hair out of habit, Thea shrugged faintly. âDonât think they can do much for my situation though. Most of them are woman too which seems to make it a mute point as far as the programâs concerned.â  Â
It was hard to remember you were so upset when you had good food in front of you. At least, thatâs what Christian thought as he tore at a bit of his almond croissant and took another bite. Then again, heâd always had a bit of a sweet tooth; it was something his mother had poked fun at him for time and time again growing up. If you werenât already such a sweet boy, Christian, Iâd worry about that sugar rottinâ you from the inside out. He blinked, swallowing the mount of flour and sugar in his mouth as he forced his mind to stray away from his parents. He tried not to think of them too often unless he could help it--it had been years since theyâd passed, but he could still hear their voices as though they were with him only yesterday. Would there come a day, he wondered, when he ceased to remember them at all?
But no, he--those were thoughts for another day. He wouldnât allow himself to wander down this path tonight.
Christian glanced up when Thea explained that they both wanted similar things out of this exchange. What did she mean by that, exactly? He lifted the cup of tea to his mouth and took a tentative sip--it wasnât anything like the sort of tea he was used to, but he supposed it wasnât...horrible. Kind of nice, but could do with a bit more cream and sugar, if he was being honest. But wait! No. Enough talk about food. Back to the conversation at hand. Was Thea suggesting that they find a way to follow through with this? Or a way to fight the coalition on it entirely? She had a point about the lack of control he had; when heâd agreed to serve the coalition over a year ago, heâd been under the impression that he would have the ability to protect himself and his sister without their interference. Heâd been under the assumption that he would gain their protection in turn for his service. But now--here they were. Emmaline, forcibly mated to someone she didnât know who was far too old to be interested in her, and himself with an omega who desired the union as little as he did.
âKeep in mind I donât hold any resentment against her,â Christian explained when Thea assented that the death of a parent could be harrowing on someone. âSheâs still my best friend--and will always remain so, even if she never looks at me and feels anythinâ more than friendship again. I havenât had the strength to tell her about this meeting yet; I wasnât sure how it was gonna go, if Iâm beinâ honest with you.â
âOh, youâre...â Christian trailed off, squirming in his seat as he finished the last of his pastry. Without thinking, he reached for a lemon bar next, placing it on his plate and brushing the powdered sugar off his fingers. He hadnât thought of the implication and impact this whole arrangement would have on people who preferred same sex relationships to heterosexual ones. It made him feel...well, rather lousy, if he was going to admit it. When he spoke next, he found that the words could not have been more sincere if heâd tried. âIâm...real sorry about that, Thea. People should be allowed to love who they want, regardless of what the humans say our biology tells us. You should be allowed to mate with a female alpha or beta or whatever if you want to. So what do you propose? How do we handle this?â
DEEP BROWN HUES finally looked up from the blueprints and diagrams laid out in front of him, it was getting late and jadiel had already been poring over the dossier for the past three hours. It had taken weeks for the rebellionâs undercover agent working the coalition compound to access the files that he had requested, and he wasnât about to let them go to waste now. most people might have thought that a wolfâs greatest enemy was a leech, and while jadiel personally hated the bloodsucking bastards with every bone in his body, it was the humans that concerned him the most now. the night at the inferno â how many members of his pack had been harmed? kidnapped, too, and they were still working out a way to retrieve them all in one piece.Â
so heâd work as late into the night as he had to, while erik did fuck all wherever he happened to be. right now, he was at his usual spot in the iron forge, at the end of the bar with an ice cold mahou cinco estrella keeping him company. he drew back a large drink of his favorite beer, wiping the foam off his upper lip before glancing up at whoever happened to be approaching him. it was to be expected â werewolf bar, co-leader of the resistance pack. heâd never turn anyone away. âwhat can i do ya for?â he asked with a wry, albeit tired smile, running a hand through his dark, curly hair and wondering idly if he should have just pulled most of it back and up off of his face with the leather band he wore around his wrist. âcâmon, sit. you look like you could use a drink or two.âÂ
It wasnât very often Alex was able to make it out of The Inferno these days. After the coalition raid, Raphael and Luca had been prowling The Inferno like caged animals. Security was tightened and immortal rage was simmering beneath the surface wherever he turned...it made Alex hesitant to leave Tatiana alone, lest he subject her to either of the fallen angels in charge of The Dark Alliance. But an update was required, and so Alex had shrugged on his jacket, pulled up the hood, and headed out into the chilly spring evening. There was only one place he had in mind: The Iron Forge, and he only prayed that Jadiel was the one heâd face and not his co-partner, Erik. Traffic was bustling in Amsterdam, and Alex shouldered his way through the crowds, weaving in and out of busy streets as he took the long way to the werewolf bar.
Had to make sure Raphaelâs men werenât following him, after all.
As Alex pushed open the heavy door leading into the warm, familiar bar, fat droplets of water sounded quietly on the street behind him. Rain had started for the night, so it seemed unlikely the place would crowd with people tonight. Stepping inside and allowing his eyes to adjust to the colorful lights placed around him, Alexanderâs gaze snagged on a familiar face seated away from the door, sipping on a beer and looking contemplative. Alex pushed his way over to where Jadiel was seated, taking a seat and nodding towards the bar tender, who lifted a frosted mug out of a cooler underneath the counter and began to prepare Alexâs drink of choice.
âJadiel,â Alex began, forgoing all pleasantries as he took a seat. The rebellionâs co-leader was a friend; hopefully, he would take Alexâs sense of urgency for what it was. âWe need to talk. Where we wonât be overheard.â
âAnd I donât like being a disappointment,â Aiden shot back, fire in his eyes. There wasnât much to report. There were whispers, no, it was barely even that. Wherever they were keeping the stolen, Aiden couldnât even hear a single rumor. It frustrated him. He was no spy, he wasnât trained to be a fly on the wall to listen to people. No, Aiden would hold people against the wall, blocking their air passages until the captive party would use the last of their breath to give Aiden the information he was looking for.
He sighed, pushing back his hair, trying to push back the frustration gnawing in his chest. âNo one would talk. No one knew anything. Bunch of idiots out there, but there was something off.â He pressed his lips together. Aiden was not one to give hunches or guesses. He dealt in concrete answers and solid facts, even if no one else thought so. What he said was a fact, and even if it wasnât, he would work until it was. âItâs a guarantee they havenât left the city. That I can tell you. Someone would have seen them.â
For as long as Aiden knew Luca, he has never seen the man so disheveled. Is this was caring for another person did, because then Aiden didnât want that. Luca Dâamor was a strong man, a man built like a wall and a force to be reckoned with. He was a man that Aiden looked up to and hoped to surpass in power. He prided himself in being someone that Luca relied on, even if his title was just a mere errand boy. Being here, working for him, was only the start to what Aiden wanted. And seeing him so messed up was just proof to Aiden to not let that happen to him. Love and affection was a distraction.
"If you donât like being a disappointment, then donât be a fucking disappointment, Aiden,â Luca snapped. His patience was wearing thin--and not just with Aiden, but with everyone he seemed to encounter these days. There was no end to the frustration he felt with those he encountered lately; no one seemed to have any information worth salvaging. How was it, in a city as vast as Amsterdam, not a single person brought to him had any indication of where the human rats were keeping their prisoners? Luca could hardly keep his head straight these days; heâd deprived himself of sleep, food, and sex--all he could think about was that Baby was somewhere, likely still within the walls of the city, but just underneath his nose.
And being given bad information--or, worse, no information at all--simply would not do. He couldnât even begin to tell Aiden how important it was--how crucial it was--for him to find Baby. Perhaps because he didnât want to admit his feelings out loud, not even to someone he considered a confidant. Or perhaps it was something else entirely; maybe Luca couldnât bear to turn inwards and see what was rotting inside of his soul and showcase it to the world. It felt...vulnerable. Luca didnât do vulnerable. It was fucking disgusting.
âSomething off? What do you mean by that?â Luca demanded. He leaned forward, removing his legs from off the desk and leaning forward in his chair. He narrowed his eyes at Aiden, trying to assess if the boy was hiding anything from him, as he squeezed the fountain pen he still held gripped in one hand. Aiden hadnât been able to bring anything of good use to Luca thus far in development of the coalition, but...he had a hunch. Luca could tell; he knew the other angel far too well to take his facial expression as anything but. âWhat are you thinking, Grey? Whatâs spinning around in that little head of yours?â
There was something deeply seductive about Sophia Wren; something that ignited a fire deep inside of Gabriel as desire pooled between his legs. He and Kael had shared one anotherâs beds countless times in the past, but this? Adding an ethereal minx to the mix? He couldnât wait to taste her, touch her, to make her entirely his own tonight. She was a soft, pure thing, kneeling before two dark creatures of the night, and it stirred something burrowed deep within Gabriel as she fell to her knees and began to fool with the buckle of Kaelâs pants. He watched, rather enraptured, as Kael and Sophia worked together so...effortlessly. The way she worshiped his cock, as though he were an idol she had come to throw herself at the mercy of, was something both sinful and virtuous to watch.
Gabriel watched, his gaze hooded with lust, as Sophia worked her petal pink lips up and down Kaelâs cock. The way his second lost control in her control; the way his hips bucked as he used and abused her throat like a worthless little hole, had Gabrielâs own cock twitching against the confines of his trousers. It was, oddly enough, like witnessing art; the splash of color between the pair of them, the contrast...it was a marvel, truly, that no one had captured their likeness onto an oil canvas. Gabriel pictured it for a moment; Kael, in all of his bronze and gold glory, the contours of his muscles--defined, soft skin that Gabriel had felt underneath his hands time and time again--kneeling, his face cast up at the ethereal, milk and honey goddess who currently rested on her knees before Gabriel. Soft, silky white wings stretched out behind her, a sliver of golden sunlight illuminating her marigold hair. They were pieces of art begging to be brought to life on canvas, and Gabriel was their Dorian Gray. He remained eternally youthful, but his sins and punishments were drawn across his face, like splotches of ink on a blank canvas.
But then...then, Kael was pulling Sophia away from his cock, and the image cracked apart like glass before his eyes. Gabriel blinked, his gaze heady with lust as the pair prowled towards him like eager, ravenous animals. There was something to be said about Kaelâs sexual appetite: it never satiated itself. And from what heâd heard of Sophia, hers was unlikely to slow, as well. Gabriel hummed thoughtfully as Kael instructed his lover to tend to him next, and his gaze fell on Sophia, her blonde curls surrounding her like a golden halo, as she knelt at her knees before him. Gabriel reached out with his long, slender fingers to stroke through her mass of curls, his other hand deftly reaching for the buckle of his trousers to undress from the waist down. He tugged his pants off, his cock aching against his underwear, before removing that next. His cock, hardened with arousal, sprung free from his clothes, jutting proudly between his thighs as his fingers curled in Sophiaâs hair at the base of her head and he guided her towards his cock. He felt, rather than watched, as the weeping head of his cock brushed up against her cheeks, an utterly obscene sight that dragged a groan from the back of his throat.
âTu ressembles Ă moi comme un ange Ă genoux, petit oiseau,â he confessed to her, his fingers brushing through her hair as he urged her to take him in her mouth. âJe ne peux pas exprimer ce que ça me fait.â You look like an angel on your knees for me, little bird; I cannot express what it does to me.
And then...Kael was there. Persistent, but gentle, as he began to undo the buttons of Gabrielâs jacket. Gabriel shrugged out of the confining clothes, his eyes fluttering shut as Kael pressed worshipful kisses along the curvature of his jaw. Each kiss felt like a searing heat that went straight to Gabrielâs core, and as he finished removing the last of his shirt and removing it from his frame, Gabrielâs hand went to greedily tug away what remained of Kaelâs clothes as he opened his eyes and gazed at his longtime friend. The need for skin on skin contact had never been a particularly high priority for the vampire king, but with two beautiful creatures at his disposal, he found that the contact was more than welcome this evening. Particularly after the sour run-in heâd had with the likes of traitors like Feliks Dyatlov. But Gabriel would not think of those who had disappointed him tonight; not when he had a loyal man and an otherworldly woman kneeling before him, ready and waiting at his disposal. Kael was asking to worship him, and the blackened, hollow place where his heart should have been tightened at the thought.Â
Gabrielâs hand slid around the back of Kaelâs neck once they were both free of their clothes, his hands tangling in the thick, dark curls at the nape of his neck as he dragged Kael towards him. His other hand remained in Sophiaâs hair as Gabriel brought his mouth crashing against Kaelâs, his lips parting seamlessly as he worked his mouth against the vampire generalâs. He tasted...like rainwater. Like spice and browned sugar and fresh, cool rainwater. With Sophiaâs warm, wet, attentive mouth wrapping around his aching cock on his knees, and the sight of Kael bare and begging for mercy like a sinner at confessional before him, Gabriel felt close to combusting.
âWhat do you want, Kael?â he murmured, his voice low enough that only the three of them could hear his quiet demand. âYou have brought your pretty little toy to share with me, but what do you want?â Gabriel certainly knew what he wanted from this exchange. He wanted them, both of them, more desperately than he could remember desiring anyone in a long, long time. Is this what Kael felt like all the time? This burning, aching desire that built and swelled inside of him with no hope of release? Gabriel broke away from the kiss as he felt the warm, wet heat of Sophiaâs mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, a series of broken slurs escaping his swollen lips.
âMerde,â he finally settled on, an expletive that sounded heavy and accented in his native tongue. His fingers tightened in Sophiaâs hair as he directed his attention to the blonde on her knees, and as his eyes met hers from her perch on the floor, Gabriel slowly guided himself the rest of the way inside of the welcoming, velveteen heat of her mouth. He felt his cock hit the back of her throat, and his fingers quivered and twitched in response. âShe really is...something extraordinary, isnât she, mon amie?â
âThere are a few people who request it, but itâs not a big seller. I only do it as a special during the summer.â Reagan reached in to her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She quickly wrote down the address of her tea shop and her phone number. She was happy to make a new friend. Sometimes she got bored just having her brother and Grayson to talk to. She really needed to branch out. She handed him the paper.Â
âThatâs where you can find me. Just call me first so I have time to make the biscuits. Also be sure to bring your sister and Iâll make enough that I can send you home with some.âÂ
Christian was attentive as Reagan reached for a piece of paper and a pen to scribble down some information for him. Tentatively he reached for the slip of paper and read it out loud; it was the address of her tea shop (he presumed) with a phone number scrawled underneath. He gave Reagan a bright smile, folding the slip of paper up carefully and tucking it into the pocket of his jeans. Who wouldâve known when heâd stepped out for a simple beer after a long and trying day, heâd end up making a friend in the process? And, better yet, a friend who could bake.
âThat sounds great, Reagan, thank you so much--really, itâs touchinâ that thereâs still people who can afford a kind gesture or two out here,â Christian said sincerely before downing the rest of his beer. He pushed the empty bottle away, wiping his hands nervously against his denim jeans before he slowly disentangled himself from the bar stool heâd been hunched over.
âIt was real nice meetinâ ya, Reagan,â Christian said at last, holding a hand out for her to shake. âAnd thanks for the advice and offer for tea; Iâll bring Emmaline âround, it sounds exactly like her kind of place.â
She knew he wasnât, but she was also pretty sure he knew at this point neither was she. At the force of his magic she flew back towards the wall, barely finding the opportunity to use her wings to stop herself. While he gathered himself she searched for other weapons and all she could find was a dull flip open razor blade someone had left laying around.
She flipped it out right as she heard him and her eyes slightly widened. âYouâd be surprised.â She said titling her head, âIâm capable of a lot of amazing stunts, but if you do this there wonât be any turning back from it. All this because I have no information to give. I donât know anymore about the captives than you do.â She shrugged, âbut like I said even if I did, I wouldnât tell you. Youâll just have to take my word for what itâs worth and I believe you know itâs worth more than you believe it to be.âÂ
She nodded slowly, staring him down her hand still coiled tight around the blade. One false move for him and dull partially rusted metal would be aimed at him, but she wasnât going to shout out that threat across the shop. âDo your worst, Luca. It just keeps you further from her. When you could be moving on to someone else that does know more.â
"You really think I believe a word that comes out of your fucking mouth?â Luca demanded, his eyes blazing as he stared down the angel who stood on the other side of the shop. She was feisty, that was for certain--he hadnât expected any less entering her establishment, if he was being honest with himself. Luca had known that Svala was a formidable warrior angel far before heâd wandered into her place of business to threaten her and demand answers. What was frustrating was that, no matter how hard he tried, no one was able to give him the information he so desperately craved.
It was possible they didnât know anything, true, but why take that chance? The smell of gasoline filled the air, putrid and potent, as Lucaâs gaze mirrored her own. He narrowed his eyes slightly--she had little more than a razor blade for protection, and he? Well, Luca had an entire arsenal with him.
âHereâs the thing, princess,â Luca continued, cocking his head as a slow, ruthless smile forced its way across his face, splitting his chiseled features in half. âI donât take no for an answer.â
Quick as lightning, Luca flipped the canteen and dumped the gasoline on the floor, watching the thick, slick oil fill the space between them, like a sheen of polish on the floor. Tossing the canteen to the side, Luca lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. A burst of blue-black fire ignited in his palm, and the grin on his face broadened as he forced the flames to lick up his fingers and the length of his arm.
âNow,â he said, spreading his arms wide as the flames licked over every inch of his skin, contained but ready to burst. He was a fuse waiting to be lit, and the moment he unleashed his fire on the angel across from him, this entire room would be engulfed in flames. âLetâs dance.â
Raphael: Eh?! Why the fuck wouldn't I enjoy a good movie? Man cannot live off of porn alone, Barrett, despite what your cock might think. Trust me, I would know.
Raphael: Of course I'm serious about that, where else would she sleep now that things are back to normal around here? It's a rather cozy pet bed, too, especially now that I've found her a little friend.
Raphael: She is a squirmy little thing isn't she? Could wiggle her way out of any of the crevices around here if not for that juicy ass of hers. Yes, I'd like you to keep a good eye on her, bring her to your quarters when you see fit, but she *must* be returned to the dungeons by nightfall.
Raphael: How was she, by the way? During her first night here, when you broke her in. Did you enjoy yourself?
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Alexander: My cock? Why are you thinking about my cock? Wtf?
Alexander: Sometimes I think you might be just a tad...separated from mortality, that's all.
Alexander: Right. I'll be sure to keep an eye on her. Bring her to my suite and whatnot. She was, you know, alright. Pretty good. Omega. She was an omega. That's--definitely something. A base instinct, really, for alphas and omegas when they're told to go into heat like that.
Alexander: Anyway, I heard you got another new...companion? Pet? A human. I heard you got a human.
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