Page 66 of Wicked Believer (Original Sinner #2)

I whimper, my eyes darting toward Lucifer for permission. “Please, Daddy?”

Can I have him? Can I have you?

Lucifer crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Charlotte.” He chuckles, the deep sound rushing straight to my pussy. He’s being unusually soft with me tonight, easing me into this, like he’s trying to get a gauge on what I need.

With a few quick steps to the right, Azmodeus’s hand trails from my pussy up the line of my stomach.

His eyes follow mine as he clocks who I’m watching on the other side of the room before he crouches to where my head’s positioned, purring, “Who knew you were such a filthy little whore? I would’ve borrowed you from my brother a lot sooner. ”

The ache between my legs is throbbing so hard, it’s torturing me.

“Please, Az?” I beg, turning toward him, my eyes saying it for me.

My lips are no more than a hairsbreadth from his.

Please. Please put me out of this misery.

Az purrs appreciatively, but he doesn’t respond to me again, doesn’t acknowledge that I’ve spoken to him. “Greedy little kitty, isn’t she?” he says, talking about my pussy. He rolls one of my pasty-covered nipples in his hands like I’m not even here.

I arch up off the bench at the pleasure of it, my breasts growing tender and heavy.

“Suck them,” I whisper, bowing my chest forward. “Please.”

Az side-eyes Lucifer like he’s checking in to make sure Lucifer’s still enjoying this, but Lucifer simply tilts his chin, smirking as if he takes great pleasure in seeing me come undone as Azmodeus steps around to the front of the exposure bench and pushes two fingers up inside me.

My first orgasm comes hard and fast, an unexpected shout tearing from me.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

What would it be like to have Azmodeus’s cock inside me right now?

Or Lucifer’s? Azrael’s?

Fuck.

All three?

I shake and shiver, the walls of my pussy clenching and unclenching. I’m up on cloud nine, sailing into seventh heaven.

So out of my mind and wild with lust that I desperately want to know what it’d be like to ...

I let out an uninhibited moan.

What would it be like to have Azrael and Lucifer inside me at the same time? One of them in each hole, fucking me so close, that they’re nearly ... fucking each other.

I cum again suddenly, even Azmodeus lifting a brow over how quick it came on. “What nasty little fantasy had you bucking like that, kitten?”

Azmodeus’s glowing eyes meet mine, and I realize if Lucifer can see all our darkest sins, then Azmodeus can ...

Azmodeus makes a beckoning nod at Lucifer, who steps forward for Azmodeus to whisper something into his ear.

Lucifer’s eyes widen slightly, the difference so subtle it’d be almost imperceptible if I weren’t completely fixated on his face. His gaze darts meaningfully across the room toward Azrael.

No. No, no, no, no.

He can’t know that I ...

Whatever look Lucifer and Azrael exchange, I’m unable to see it from where I’m leaned back on the exposure bench, but the next thing I know, Lucifer’s striding across the playroom toward him, beckoning Death from where he was leaning, arms crossed, against the wall.

Lucifer bends in close, whispering into the other man’s ear.

Azrael looks toward him, eyes narrowed and angry, before his chilling stare falls to me and softens.

A thousand unspoken truths seem to pass between us in a single moment.

Azrael glances uncertainly toward Lucifer and then strides toward me.

He’s across the room and shouldering Azmodeus out of his way so fast, I can barely even process the relief of having Azmodeus’s touch gone before Azrael’s knelt beside me, one of his large hands stroking through my hair. “Eyes on me, baby girl.”

His touch is so soft, so gentle, I can’t help but lean into it.

“Your Lightbringer says you asked for me.”

Lucifer now stands a few feet away from us, watching us both, his eyes narrowed in curiosity. I’m vaguely aware of Azmodeus making a signal to the crowd that we’ve temporarily paused the scene, but then Azrael’s cupping my chin, his graveled voice rumbling through me.

“Don’t look at him. Look at me. What do you want, little siren?”

I swallow, my throat writhing as I stare uncertainly into Death’s infinite, knowing gaze.

“I ... I don’t know,” I confess.

“Okay.” He nods, a whole lifetime of understanding packed into one single look. He swipes away an errant tear from my cheek, still holding my gaze. “Then we wait, and you come see me after. Is that good for you, baby girl?”

I nod weakly.

When he calls me that, it’s almost enough to wash all my insecurities away.

I belong to Lucifer, but ...

Azrael feels like a true choice.

One not as wrapped up in fate.

And I don’t even know how to begin to make heads or tails of that.

Azrael cradles my face, his nose nearly brushing against mine as his eyes fall to my lips, like whatever this strange ache is between us, he feels it too.

“Okay,” he mumbles again, unexpectedly laying a gentle kiss on my forehead.

Abruptly, he releases me. He turns away, starting to stalk back toward his post, only to stop and whisper something I can’t hear into Lucifer’s ear.

Lucifer returns to me and Azmodeus then, who’s just reappeared by my side. Lucifer gives a subtle shake of his head.

Daddy Death won’t be joining us after all.

I look down toward the playroom floor, clearing my throat.

I think that might be for the best, honestly.

Until now I thought my attraction to Azrael was harmless. Nothing more than a silly, girlish crush. A fantasy.

But with how he just looked at me, the way it made all my heart’s nerve endings fire until my limbs grew heavy, now I’m ... not so certain.

I can’t care for Azrael.

I’m in love with Lucifer, but would he—?

I think I know the answer to that the moment I look toward him.

He crouches beside me.

“Look at me, little dove,” he orders, gently gripping my face.

And I do.

I look to him with all the fear, uncertainty, and doubt I feel laid bare and open. I don’t look anywhere else.

“Do you want him?” he asks, nodding over his shoulder.

We both know exactly who he means.

“I ... I don’t know,” I whisper, giving him the same answer.

His eyes soften. “It’s all right, darling. I’ve got you.”

He’ll always be here to catch me when I fall. Put the pieces back together when I break.

There’s no sin I could ever commit that would push him away from me.

When he said he wanted all the darkest, messiest parts of me, he meant it.

He’ll keep that promise.

Lucifer kisses me long and deep, until I feel a familiar spark come alive in me again—hope. He drops to his knees before me, kissing his way toward my pussy as he makes the signal to Azmodeus to resume the scene.

And I know in that moment, whatever lies in our future, it’s going to be okay.

As long as he’s with me.

My eyes lock on to Death’s, where he now stands across the crowded room, and he nods to me, his infinite and knowing gaze heating until the icy hue looks almost like blue fire.

As I throw back my head in pleasure at how Lucifer’s tongue plunges inside me, as I stare into that open, endless abyss, I feel more than think that it might be okay if I died here.

If only the both of them would catch me.