“Sly like a fox,” someone whispered in my ear, and Lucifer pinched my ass.
I whirled around, intending to- I don’t know, pinch his cock in retaliation? - when a pair of nearly-invisible hands slid around me from behind and ran up my stomach to cup my breasts.
“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
