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Cassiel joins us, kneeling close. His hands roam her slick skin, caressing her neck, pinching her nipples until she cries out, cupping her breasts like they’re his to worship. My fist tightens in her hair, dragging her throat open wider as I drive deeper, gagging her on my cock, using her until my balls tighten.

Heat floods me and I spill into her throat, groaning as she swallows it all, greedy, desperate for more. I rip away before she can drain me further. She glares, wild-eyed, but Deimos shoves into her mouth next, forcing her gaze up to him. She smiles even through the ache, arrogance bright as fire.

“Please, Deimos…” she whispers when he lets her breathe.

“Please Deimoswhat, Lustling?”

Before she can answer, Cassiel thrusts into her from behind, hard, fast, merciless. She screams, body bowing. “Fuck! I want to come, please?—”

“I don’t know if you deserve it,” Deimos taunts, his grin sharp enough to cut.

Her groan shudders through me, muffled when Cassiel forces his cock into her again. I slide in behind him, press against his tight heat until he grits his teeth, resisting, then gives way. He shudders, relaxes, and I push deep with a groan, every inch sheathed in his body.

And then we find it. That rhythm. Four bodies, one hunger.

Lillien split between Deimos and Cassiel, me buried inside Cassiel. It’s savage, obscene—groans, grunts, skin slapping, wet gasps, greedy gulps. Reverence twisted into punishment.

She flares her power, Deimos’s rage driving it higher—our veins ignite, our senses sharpen until the pleasure is unbearable,until the bonds between us snap taut. She whines, desperate, dragging us all with her.

The four of us tumble together, undone in one brutal crescendo. Cum and sweat spill across skin, teeth clash, nails dig, snarls and cries split the night.

We collapse, spent, bodies heavy. The spring swallows us again, steam rising, water closing over fevered skin.

Sated. For now.

EIGHTY-THREE

“Do you really have to go?”

Lillien’s voice cuts through the silence as I dress. She leans against the headboard, blanket slipping low on her chest. We landed in Romania weeks ago because I know Raziel is here. But I’m not ready to face him yet.

“I have a promise to keep. Andyouare not allowed in Hell.”

She sighs, lips pursing into a pout. “Do you have to go by yourself? What if your father finds out?”

“Oh, I have no doubt he will know I’m there.” My mouth twists into a smirk. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll take Bastion with me.”

At his name, Bastion strolls in with Cassiel. Both of them throw themselves onto the bed beside her, and she laughs as though she hasn’t been pouting at me a breath ago.

“Where are we going?” Bastion asks, already curling an arm around her waist and pulling her down with a squeal.

“Hell. I promised Velora I’d owe her one.”

“Velora?” Lillien pushes him off and crawls toward me, the blanket slipping lower. Cassiel and Bastion watch her ass sway as she moves, and I grit my teeth before she kneels in front ofme. Her hands press to my chest, eyes sharp. “Who the fuck is Velora?”

I laugh—though the sound tastes more bitter than amused—because my mate is jealous. “She helped us find your file and contract. Helped me find my father. I owe her. I promised I’d return once you were safe.”

Her smile curves, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “What if I’m not safe?” Her fingers trail higher, sliding around my neck.

“You are. We’ve been safe for weeks. We just haven’t left the bedroom much.” The brothers snort behind her, and she rolls her eyes. “You’ll be safe here, Lustling. And when I return, I’ll take you to Raz.”

Her frown deepens. “Should I be worried about this Velora?”

I drag her against me, crushing her frown against my mouth with a kiss. “Of course not. You’re my mate. There will be no other women unless you invite them.” I kiss her again, but Cassiel’s scoff cuts through.

“They have a history.”

The fury that spikes in me makes the room tighten. My glare at him is sharp enough to kill.