Dragged Under: A Dark Reverse Harem Omegaverse Romance (Seven Book 1), page 18
Gabrielle’s words are cut short as Uriel steps out from the darkness of his cell with his longsword already drawn. Like before, his wings are starting to blacken from the bottoms up, and his skin is ashen. The chains encasing his wrists and ankles clank with his every step. There’s no light in his eyes, no sign of anyone being home, and I fear what that means for this coming battle.
None of us wish to kill him, but there’s no guarantee we’ll find whatever it is that’s controlling him, if anything even is. Perhaps the miasma has simply corroded his mind and this is what we’re left with.
Uriel races forward, heading right for our mate, sword raised. Lucifer is there in an instant, taking the blow with his dual swords and pushing him back. The angel retreats a step before he darts in, aiming for Wrath’s stomach. Our brother manages to dodge with a spin, and his wings rip out of his back in an attempt to beat the angel back. Uriel doesn’t even stumble or pause in his merciless attack. Instead he dives for Ryth and knocks one of his daggers to the ground, slicing into Envy’s forearm in the process.
With a hiss, Ryth jerks back and slashes out with his remaining weapon. Uriel spins and beats his wings with a flurry, wildly swinging his longsword in an attempt to gain distance from our encroaching sept. Even Gabrielle creeps forward, though thankfully Aiden is quick to yank her back and out of the fray.
Uriel roars and charges straight for me. I drop into a crouch, katana angled to the side as I slash up. Our blades sing as they connect, and it brings a rather savage grin to my face. It always gets my blood pumping to hear steel gliding against steel. My katana is calling for blood, and who am I to deny it?
Sure, I don’t want to kill the angel, but I never said I wouldn’t hurt him. I reckon a few neat cuts against his heavenly skin will be enough to scratch my itch for battle.
“His back!” Gabrielle shouts, perilously drawing my attention away from the ferocious angel before me. “Between his wings!”
I have no idea what she’s talking about, but I trust my brothers to figure it out while I try not to get sliced into pieces.
A growl slips past my lips as I advance on Uriel, arms high above my head, ready to strike. He lifts his longsword just in time to meet my attack, and our blades sing once more.
Ryth comes in from the left with both daggers back in his hands. Uriel kicks out at him, sending him flying into the cell bars. Zander is there in an instant, striking low with his saber while I work to push from the front.
Suddenly Uriel stumbles forward, eyes wide with shock. He drops his blade, the clang echoing through the empty corridor. The momentum of my katana keeps going, but just before I slice clean through the angel’s head, I turn the blade so the blunt end clips him in the shoulder instead.
“Stop!” Lucifer demands as he steps away from Uriel’s back, a bloody mass clenched between his fingers like a prize.
We all freeze, eyeing the archangel as his shock slowly bleeds away to fury and pain.
“While not fully myself,” he begins, voice raw from disuse, “I am once again in control of my mind.” He carefully straightens and it’s impossible to miss his wince. “Heaven owes you all a great debt, as do I. And if you could be so kind as to allow me to take that fragment home with me, I’ll see it destroyed.”
“What is it?” Gabrielle asks from where she still stands half-behind Aiden.
“A fragment of the Anon Dagger.” Lucifer eyes it with distaste. “I don’t know how Cain managed to break a piece off, but a fragment this size would certainly be enough to render an angel or demon mindless.” Wrath glances back at Uriel and adds, “We could destroy this for you, if you’d prefer.”
Uriel smile is dark, the expression wrong on a being as heavenly as he. I think it’s safe to say that his extended stay in Hell has changed him. Only time will tell what path those changes have taken and where that will leave Uriel. I imagine his recovery will be long and arduous, and I pity the archangel for his upcoming journey.
“I am rather looking forward to incinerating that fragment myself.” He doesn’t need to say another word; Lucifer passes it over. “Am I correct in assuming that Cain has been sufficiently dealt with for breaking the cardinal rule?”
“Yes.” Lucifer’s grin is downright sinister. “He’s been dealt with.”
Uriel glances at our lord’s still-bloody hand and seems to grasp the situation instantly. “I see. You have my thanks.” He bows, wings twitching. “I must take my leave. It’s been too long since I’ve gazed upon Heaven’s light, and I find myself quite eager to return home.”
“Farwell, old friend,” is all Lucifer says.
With one last look of gratitude to my brothers and our mate, Uriel picks up his fallen sword and steps through a blinding white portal—and just like that, he’s gone.
I dispel a heavy breath just as Lust asks, “What cardinal rule?”
Lucifer pulls her into his arms and presses a kiss to her forehead. “Demons and angels have coexisted since the beginning of time. There have been a few groups who tempt fate and try to take on an angel, but justice is always swift. Some time ago, the seven of us met with the seven archangels to discuss a formal treaty. This essentially gives either side leeway to dispose of any demon or angel who threatens our peace with each other.”
Gabrielle’s eyebrows nearly reach her hairline. “So by kidnapping his brother, Cain essentially sentenced himself to death?”
“Put simply, Cain didn’t just draw our ire with his ploys—he’s made an enemy of Heaven, and while angels are known to be holy and righteous beings, they’re still vengeful creatures when the situation calls for it.”
I chuckle darkly, because Lucifer is right. Angels are only forgiving to a point, and Cain has far exceeded that point. He’s in for a world of hurt, and he won’t remember a damn thing as a mortal. How fucking ironic that is after the shit he pulled with Lust’s memories.
Bastard.
Lucifer sighs, scooping our mate into his arms so suddenly she gasps. “Shall we see what’s become of our den and nest?”
“The bastard better not have touched it,” I growl.
Chapter 29
Lust
It’s over. It’s finally over.
The relief that thought brings would be enough to send me to my knees, were I standing on my own two feet. Instead I curl into Lucifer’s arms with a contented sigh as we pass through the portal.
My headache is steadily throbbing back to life, but at least it’s dulled enough that it can be easily ignored. I’m just glad my episodes don’t seem to be as frequent as before, because honestly, I can use whatever reprieve I’m given from the onslaught of memories and ensuing migraines.
My mouth drops open the moment we exit the portal as I take in the stunning den. If I thought the room from before was beautiful, then this is simply magnificent. Rather than calling this a sitting room, it’s more along the lines of a sunroom. There are massive windows spanning all four walls, almost like how I imagine a greenhouse to be. Each window is framed in what looks to be crystal, and Hell’s sun—an identical copy of Earth’s—reflects against both glass and crystal, casting hundreds of prisms all over the room.
The white sofa and loveseat in the center of the room have high, winged backs like the ones from the Victorian era, and there’s a matching table between them. These three pieces are the only furniture in the room, though there are what look to be fur piles in various areas along the floor, perfect for a relaxing rest in the sun.
Lucifer swiftly moves us to the next room to our left, and it’s such a contrasting vision compared to the other room that it takes a bit for my eyes to adjust. The rich wooden ceiling and lack of windows makes for a rather dark nest, and I find I quite like it this way. I had gotten accustomed to the nest in the safehouse with its lack of windows, gray walls, and black bedding, so I’m glad to see that dark theme is present once again. The bedding strewn across the floor is accented with some pale blue pillows and white fur blankets, and that’s the extent of color in this room.
Honestly, I love both rooms equally, and I can totally see myself spending a lot of time here. I can just picture me lounging on one of the fur bundles in the sunroom with a book in my hand, enjoying the way the rainbows dance along my skin. And I just know Shadow will absolutely adore this space too, which makes it all the more perfect.
There is another door on the far side of the wall that no doubt leads to a bathroom as equally as stunning as these two rooms, but instead of exploring it, Lucifer gently drops me in the nest.
“I don’t smell him,” Zander says as he saunters in. “I don’t smell anyone. Even our scents have faded with time, and it looks like we need to rectify that.”
I inhale sharply, and my core twinges in response to Greed’s salacious grin. My face heats, and I know I’m likely as red as a lobster, but I don’t care, because my body burns for all the naughty things my mate’s leering eyes promise.
“You should claim her first, Lucifer,” Branh announces with a taunting smirk as he too steps into the nest. The rest of my mates aren’t far behind, and soon the stale air becomes charged with delicious tension. Their combined scents flood the nest, permeating every nook and cranny, permeating me. It nearly makes me dizzy with want. “The final bond will send her straight into her heat, and I can’t think of a better end to this mess than to be buried in our mate for the next seven to ten days.”
“Heat?” I squeak.
Zander begins to circle me like a hungry lion. “I’m sure you’ve heard of heats before, little omega. Mortals don’t have them, but animals do. You’ll be desperate for our knots and our seed. Your tight little body will milk us for all we’re worth. Your cunt will be filled to the brim with our cream, and you’ll be positively dripping.”
I whimper. I can’t help it. God, I want it. I want them. I want them so badly I can hardly think straight.
Lucky for me, I have six mates to do the thinking for me.
Ryth steps up with a dagger in hand, and I nearly moan in anticipation of what I think is about to happen with that blade. Envy slips behind me and I feel a jerking tug once, twice, three times. Then finally my corset loosens.
I experience a split-second of regret for my beautiful gown Ryth just sliced into, but it’s gone just as quick. There was no saving the blood-splattered dress, and what better way of ridding me of the ruined thing than to tear it clean from my body?
“Get rid of it,” Lucifer demands with a growl. “It smells of Cain and Uriel, and I don’t want either scent to linger in our nest.”
Ryth rips it down my chest and my nipples immediately pebble. I’m suddenly thankful for my lack of undergarments as I take in the heated gazes all drinking their fill of my pert breasts.
I shudder as the gown is completely torn away from me, exposing me to the cool air of the nest—of our nest, because make no mistake, once we’re through here, there will be no eradicating our scents from this place. And I find I’m feeling particularly greedy at the moment. I have no desire to give this den up.
It’s mine.
They’re mine.
All six of these sexy-as-sin males are mine, and I want the world to know it. My scent will lay claim to them just as their bites lay claim to me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m never letting them go.
I yelp as I’m suddenly lifted and carted off into the final door in the nest. It looks like I’m going to get my wish and see what our bathroom looks like after all, and boy, does it not disappoint.
God, it’s larger than the one before, and much more lavish. The bath itself is the size of a small pool, for fucks sake. It’s a similar layout to the last one, with wall-to-wall vanities, a tub on the far end, and a separate door for the toilet, but that’s really where the similarities end.
For one, the room is beautifully done in silver and blue to match the nest, and the countertops are composed of white and silver marble to match the floors. As for the bath, a window spans the full length of the wall, so no matter where you sit in the in-ground pool, you have a view outside.
Is it... Is it steaming?
Lucifer carefully drops me into the massive tub on the built-in seat, and I get my answer.
Yes. Yes, it is steaming, and it feels absolutely divine on my weary muscles.
I take a moment to admire the view and smile when I see the massive white tree from my vision off in the distance, though I’m quickly distracted by the muscular bodies slipping into the pool all around me.
One of my mates enters in behind me and plops me onto his lap as he wraps me in his embrace. I sink into his touch and hum when his fingers dance along my upper thighs. My arousal builds slow and steady and his fingers creep ever closer to my core. Tingles dance along my spine, and I gasp at the first swipe along my lower lips. I jerk, body tightening in anticipation of another featherlight touch, but I’m left wanting.
I nearly growl in frustration, which only makes the male at my back chuckle darkly and ask, “Eager, love?”
“Yes.”
I don’t bother to play coy; I’m too wound up for that. This just makes Lucifer laugh again, and he’s not the only one this time. Branh and Zander both join in with equally sultry looks. Their expressions, plus the heat of the bath, makes me feel the need to fan my face before I pass out from a heat stroke or something.
Lucifer turns me around until I’m straddling his lap and hovering over his hardness. “Let’s not keep you waiting, then,” is all the warning I get before he pulls me down by my hips and roughly thrusts inside.
I groan loud and long as he seats himself to the base, and I note with a sort of smugness that he no longer looks amused. No, that emotion has been completely consumed by raw, carnal desire.
Luc pushes us off the seat, and I wrap my legs around him as he wades deeper into the pool. He keeps going until I’m pressed between him and the bath’s wall, the lip of the in-ground tub gently digging into my shoulder blade. The water laps along my nipples, and it draws Wrath’s gaze straight to them.
“Hard and fast, or soft and gentle, love?”
“Hard and fast,” I reply with a naughty little grin.
His answering smirk is just as wicked, and I don’t realize it’s a warning until it’s too late. Luc pulls out nearly to the tip before he slams back in. My back scrapes the wall with each savage thrust, and I cry out as every nerve ending in my pussy flares to life.
Wrath pistons in and out of my sopping pussy until I find myself on the cusp of release, moaning and groaning with wild abandon. But before I can fly over that edge, Luc stops thrusting and yanks me away from the wall so suddenly I yelp.
A hard body replaces the hard wall and pins me between two firm chests. Fingers tease and taunt my ass, and the first swipe against my puckered hole has me tensing in surprise.
“Relax,” Branh grunts in my ear, his breath sending shivers racing down my spine.
I allow my body to relax back into his hold, and I fight to keep my muscles from tensing under his probing fingers in my ass.
He pushes in one thick digit with relative ease, briefly stretching my hole before adding a second finger. There’s no burn, just a slight discomfort at having a wiggling digit working my ass when the toys I’ve used in the past weren’t selected for their dexterity, but for their stretch. A third finger does burn a little, but it’s a pleasurable sort of pain, and I clench down around Branh and Luc both, the latter of whom groans.
Branh steps back, fingers slipping out of my ass, only for another mate of mine to take his place and press the tip of his cock where Gluttony’s fingers just were. I suck in a sharp breath as anticipation wars with anxiety at being taken in that hole for the very first time.
The scent of leather and fire tells me it’s Aiden at my back, and a jolt of surprise ripples through me. I wouldn’t have figured that Sloth would be the first to claim my ass, because breaching this hole will require work, and Aiden is clearly averse to the idea of working in any fashion.
But I don’t focus on that because Luc has shallowly started to thrust, and it’s exquisite. The slow drag of his hips ensures every single nerve inside my pussy is set alight. I whine, needing him to move faster, but he just continues inflicting the same deliberate torture.
It’s then that Aiden presses in tighter, crushing me between the two of them, and ever so slowly inches into my ass.
I squirm, pushing them both deeper, needing more. Luc holds firm, unwilling to rise to my unspoken challenge, while Aiden gives in and seats himself all the way to the base. God, I feel so full, and I know it won’t take me long to reach my climax.
After a brief pause as they wait for me to adjust, I start to roll my hips. They get the hint and start to move again, first in perfect sync with each other and then in alternating pumps of their hips. While Luc thrusts in, Aiden pulls out. Over and over again, they work my body into a frenzy, but my orgasm remains just out of reach and it’s driving me insane.
Then finally, finally, a flick to my clit sends me soaring over the edge.
I come with a scream, head thrown back against Aiden’s chest as I ripple around the two cocks I’m stuffed with. Sloth hisses a pained breath and pulls himself halfway out just as his knot begins to bloom. Instead his knot balloons outside my ass, pressed tight against my cheeks.
Luc, on the other hand, thrusts even deeper into my pussy, and his knot expands just inside my entrance, locking us together. I can’t help my whimper as I’m stretched to the max.
It’s then that he lunges, teeth bared in a silent snarl, and sinks his canines into my nape.
White light flares behind my closed lids as our bond forms and settles. It feels so right, and I feel so... complete.
Their seed is still spurting inside me, and I’m still rippling around their shafts when Luc withdraws his teeth from my tender skin. Belatedly I feel relief at having been spared double knots. It’s already almost more than I can bear with one knot locked inside my cunt and a thick cock lodged in my ass.
Time passes in a blur as my mind works to come back to itself from that earth-shattering release. Aiden is the first to retreat, and I feel oddly empty with his absence. That feeling only gets worse when Lucifer’s knot deflates and he too slips out of me.
