Page 29 of Resurrection (Daemons & Lumens #2)

I didn’t know where to look first. Dev started to palm his hard dick through his red briefs, staring down at my body on display.

Levi’s hand slid up my thigh, and I turned back to him, tilting my head to see his thick cock staring back at me.

I started to pant as he squeezed his dick, gently rubbing the head over my swollen clit.

A bead of pre-cum oozed out of the head, and fuck, I wanted to tell him how much I loved this view.

Levi chuckled and his voice was rough with desire. “I know, diabla . You fucking love this cock, don’t you?”

I nodded, and he grinned like the devil, his navy eyes lit with a fire only I could coax out of him.

Maybe I couldn’t talk, but I could make them just as desperate as I felt.

I slipped one hand down my stomach, and the other wrapped around my breast. I squeezed and teased my nipple.

My other hand I slid between my legs, and I used my fingers to spread my pussy lips wide for Levi.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Fucking hell. Just look at that pretty pink cunt. You’re soaked.” Levi gripped my waist and gave Dev a dark smile. “Keep her quiet, brother.”

Dev’s hand slammed down over my mouth a second before Levi thrust his thick cock inside me. He didn’t wait for my body to adjust, and he didn’t need to. My body was made for them. My pussy clamped tightly around his dick as he fucked me relentlessly.

Dev’s fingers squeezed my cheeks, and I gazed up at him. “Don’t make a sound, mera dil .” Desire laced his whispered words, and I nodded.

Levi slowed his pace and brought his thumb over my clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles as he watched us.

Dev’s cock sprang from his boxers, and I started to fucking drool. His cock was longer than Levi’s, and curved up just slightly. How did I miss this dick so much?

I opened my mouth, and he instantly pressed the head to my tongue.

I swirled my tongue around the tip and sucked, pulling him further into my mouth.

Dev cursed, and his hand snapped out to squeeze my throat.

His other hand went to the back of my head, threading in my hair and holding tight.

Dev pumped his cock into my mouth at a steady pace.

I couldn’t move. His hands locked me in place and controlled the movements completely.

Levi’s fast and hard pace returned with a growl. They had me at their mercy, and my blood began to sing with pleasure. Power beat steadily somewhere inside me, responding to my euphoria. I sucked in a breath, and Dev squeezed my throat before I could moan out loud.

“You take this dick so fucking good, diabla ,” Levi grunted, his thumb moving over my clit faster. “Your body was made for me. Made for us.”

Dev groaned as I sucked him in deeper, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. “Yes. Fuck. Take me all the way in, mera dil .”

“She likes that new pet name,” Levi groaned. “Her little cunt squeezed me so tight when you said it.”

Dev grinned, and my eyes watered when his dick throbbed and thickened in my throat. His dilated pupils nearly blacked out the pretty green color. His movements turned choppy, and his grip on my throat and my hair tightened painfully. It felt fucking divine.

The whispered threats of the things they would do to me.

The things that would happen when the five of us could finally be together.

Just the thought of fucking all four of them at once was enough to send me over the edge.

A scream bubbled up in my throat, but Dev tightened his grip, forcing the sound away before it could leave my body.

He fucked my face with abandon as Levi destroyed my pussy with his wild pace.

My orgasm came in waves, cresting once just as Dev’s hot cum shot down my throat. And then a second wave of pleasure knifed through me when Levi slammed his cock to the hilt and filled me.

He pumped slowly as my pussy throbbed and squeezed him tight. “Such a little cum slut, diabla . I can’t wait to see you covered with all four of us.”

I wanted to groan. His words had me squirming and ready for another round.

Dev’s rough hands released me, and he brought his face down to mine. “Absolutely stunning.” He kissed me gently, brushing his fingers along my neck soothingly.

I gasped into Dev’s mouth, suddenly feeling Levi’s tongue between my legs. Dev and I both turned in shock.

Levi looked up, his own cum and my arousal coating his mouth. “What? I was hungry.”

I smiled and held back a laugh, propping myself on my elbows to watch Levi lick up the mess between my legs. Gods, I fucking loved him.

Holy shit.

My eyes widened at the thought that crossed my mind so suddenly. Did I love him? Even thinking it again made my insides feel all warm, and oh my gods, I did. I was in love with him.

Could you love four people at once? I didn’t see why not. My heart was blasted into pieces anyway, surely there were enough for each of them.

After Levi got his fill, he and Dev were extra gentle helping me redress. My lipstick was a mess, and I likely had freshly fucked frizz in my wavy hair, but whatever.

We made our way out of the rooms, after they expertly reattached the very wrinkly skirts to my dress.

Levi led us back out to the party. The night was officially in full swing with maybe two hundred people mingling and dancing.

Dev snagged us a couple glasses of champagne.

My throat was sore, but not as sore as it would be if I had been screaming their names.

Score one single point for the fucking shock collar.

The air buzzed with a strange energy when we returned to the party, instantly making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I caught whispers of someone locked up and on display, a man being punished for his crimes against The Obscuritas.

Dread began to build in me just as Andras pushed through the crowds toward us.

“I found your sister. She’s…alright.” His gaze caught mine, and I frowned at the worry I saw there. “But you’re not going to like this.”

Levi gripped my waist, refusing to let me go. “I’ve got you, Seraphina. We’re all here, no matter what comes.”

I did not fucking like this somber mood chasing away all the happy endorphins one bit.

All the hairs on my body stood as nerves wracked through my body.

Something was wrong. We walked along the edges of the dance floor to the far side of the room.

As we approached the corner, the crowds lessened and I caught a glimpse of Michaela’s golden hair.

I was instantly relieved to see she was unharmed, but that relief was quickly chased away by the stupid King next to her.

She was standing before a large iron cage with Samuel Delano at her side.

He smiled, looking entirely too pleased as he watched her face. Something was definitely wrong.

Levi squeezed my arm as we approached, and I sucked in a shocked breath at what I saw.

Or rather, who I saw, in that cage. Joseph Bronwen.

Our father. He was chained to a St. Andrews Cross, wearing only a pair of boxers.

Bruises and blood marred his skin. His face was a mess of the same.

Michaela turned to me, and tears streaked down her face. I raged in silence.

I had noted our father’s absence at the many meals and wondered.

I knew he was here. I saw him that first day, and then he vanished.

Neither me nor the Princes could figure out where he was being held.

Wherever he had been, it wasn’t good. One of his ankles looked broken, and his fingernails were all missing.

He was tortured, and from the lack of fresh blood, I’d guess most of it happened at least a couple days ago.

My body shook with so much rage, and I couldn’t even scream. Samuel turned and locked eyes with me, but before he could speak, Levi stepped between us.

“If you say a fucking word to her, I will strangle you right fucking here.” Levi’s words were low and filled with venom. I rarely heard him sound so deadly and couldn’t deny how fucking sexy it was.

Samuel shrugged and walked away without a word. I squeezed my sister’s arm as she gazed at our father. His eyes flicked open and scanned the room until they landed on us.

He smiled, and it almost broke me. “My girls. Together again.”

We stepped closer to the bars in front of the cage so he wouldn’t have to turn his head to see us.

This was the worst fucking thing ever. How many years had it been?

Nearly a decade since I saw him in person, and this was our first chance to speak to each other.

I knew the fucking Kings planned this. Of course they fucking did.

Everything about their plans was meant to cause maximum pain, physical and mental. Gods, they needed to fucking die.

“She’s here too,” our father whispered, so quiet we almost missed it. “My Lailah. She’s coming too. My girls. All together again.”

Michaela and I shared a look of confusion. Maybe the injuries were bad enough he didn’t know what he was saying. Maybe he was seeing things?

“I did it, my love.” He spoke again, and it seemed to take all the light from his eyes. “Not for the world. For you.”

His eyes closed, and his breaths grew shallow. His head slumped, and Michaela let out a silent scream.

“He’s not dead,” Andras whispered gently. “Only passed out, I think. He’s in a lot of pain.”

I pulled Michaela away from the cage. We couldn’t stand here all night. Not with everyone staring. My Princes guided us toward a bar in the opposite corner of the room, close to the wall of windows and glass doors leading out to the courtyard.

Typhon clasped his arm around Dev’s shoulder. “Brother, I need your pickpocketing skills.” Ty grinned and winked at me.

I raised an eyebrow, staring at them in confusion. When was Dev sneaking into pockets, and why did he need this skill right now?

Ty squeezed the back of Dev’s neck, and Dev rolled his eyes, trying to shrug my monster man off of him. But Ty was a beast and wouldn’t let go. He dragged Dev away, and I turned my confused stare to Andras.

Andras rolled his eyes. “A story for another time, belle femme . Let’s get you both a drink.”