Raising Hell: A Spicy MMM Novella, page 14
Our rose has found his thorns, it would seem.
I can’t wait to watch him stab something.
“Sick?” Rory interrupts, anger marring his voice as he addresses him for the first time. “No, this is a loving relationship between three people who couldn’t imagine life without each other.”
Something deep in my chest rages at his words. It thrashes and screams, demanding me to tear his clothes off and fuck him right here… claim him in front of his ex and everyone else in this building.
I resist the urges, if barely.
Confidence radiates off Rory as Johnny stares, dumbfounded. “It’s a tough concept for you, isn’t it? Given your struggle to satisfy one partner, I’m sure you can’t comprehend the idea of two.”
Johnny recoils, and I can almost see the blood dripping off those sharp thorns from the prick.
Rory’s attention shifts to the man who stands behind Johnny. “Hi.” He lifts his hand in an awkward little wave, and I can’t help the grin that twitches on my lips. “What’s your name?” he asks, his normal gentle aura returning.
“Danny,” the man says, uncertain as he uncrosses and recrosses his arms over his chest.
Rory gives him a kind, genuine smile. “Well, Danny, I hope the two of you are happy together.”
Dredging together the scraps of his dignity that remain intact, Johnny somehow manages indignation as he interrupts. “Of course we’re happy! We’re getting married!”
Rory ignores him.
“I understand what it’s like to think you’re the center of Johnny’s universe,” he continues, pretending his ex doesn’t exist. “Enough time has gone by that I hope he’s changed, and loves you in the way you deserve, but if he doesn’t… well.” Rory trails off, wearing another sweet smile as he glances up at me and Cas before refocusing on Danny. “If he doesn’t, don’t settle for less.”
Johnny is still stammering, head as red as an overripe tomato and looking like it might pop at any moment as Rory reaches out and squeezes the new fiancé’s hand, who can’t hide his surprise. “Know your worth.”
“Please,” Johnny spits, voice full of venom, and Rory finally looks at him. “You want to talk about worth? The dull, plain has-been that is forgettable at best. Do you know what comes to mind when I think about our relationship? Nothing. You were nothing, Rory, never anything more than a pathetic—”
A loud gurgle chokes his words as my hand closes around his neck, lifting him clear off the ground. He grabs my wrist with both hands, struggling and kicking as he tries to pull himself loose from my grasp.
“You… will… apologize.” I growl, teeth clenched as white-hot rage courses through my body.
Johnny’s terror is a palpable thing as I allow a tiny flash of power to flicker in my eyes. I bare my teeth, ready to snuff out his pitiful life, when a soft touch lands on my biceps. “Amon,” Rory whispers, and I spin to face him, still snarling. “Amon, he’s not worth it.”
“He dares to insult you.” My lips are pulled back in an angry twist as I turn to him and shake his weak human body, but Rory squeezes my arm and forces my attention to stay on him.
“Don’t waste your energy on him when you could use it on me,” he taunts with a sultry smirk, and my anger gives way to a surge of something entirely different. Johnny groans as I release him and his legs buckle underneath him, body crumpling to the ground as he sucks in a rasping inhale.
I pull Rory against me so roughly our bodies knock together, my lips colliding with his as I push all that excess energy into a kiss that makes him gasp. “Good boy,” he murmurs, and I groan against his mouth. My zipper bites into my cock as it pushes against the front of my pants.
Cas releases a barely audible whimper, drowned out by the ruckus of the club, before positioning himself behind Rory, pinning him between us.
It’s the best place for him, after all.
“Do you trust me?” Cas asks, and Rory turns to plant a kiss on his lips.
“Of course.”
The smile that crosses Cas’s face is full of wicked intent as he whispers in his ear, so low even my demon hearing can’t detect it. Rory freezes, his breath catching as he pulls back, his wide eyes locking with his. He’s nervous, and I’m about to step in and tell Cas to back off when he nods.
“You’re sure?” Cas asks, leaning in and dropping a kiss on his forehead.
He nods again, but it’s not enough for Cas. “Words, Rory.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Before I can ask what he’s planning, the familiar tingle of his magic buzzes in the air and Rory gasps, his spine arching. Cas slides a hand to his ass and runs his palm across the round curves, those gasps morphing into moans.
Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance around to find Johnny and Danny have disappeared.
Just as well.
“What did you do?” I ask, but instead of answering, Cas guides my hand to Rory’s ass. He steers my fingers until they land on something that makes him moan again. “Is that…”
“A plug—a big one, but we’ll need to increase the size a few times. He’ll need some time to stretch while we take him home.” He grips Rory’s chin and points his face towards his. “Do you know what we’re going to do to you when we get there?” I push on the plug again and Rory is almost delirious as his mouth sags open, nodding.
“We’re leaving,” I announce, and neither of them argue as I march us straight to the exit.
Chapter 22
Rory
Every tiny bump on the road shifts the plug and sends a jolt through my body. Cas has already increased the size of the plug once, and I’m simultaneously nervous and terrified at what’s about to happen.
I mean, demon dicks are big. Who knew, right?
And two of them?
I fan myself as my skin overheats.
Beside me in the front seat, Amon’s hand inches perilously higher on my thigh, swirling in a teasing loop as he scoots higher and higher. A barely-there touch brushes against my balls, hitting me like a bolt of lightning.
“Amon,” I moan, parting my knees as much as possible while driving, and a single finger slides up my sac and along the ridge of my erection.
That finger teases up and down, my cock flexing against my pants as he grabs the tag of my zipper. “Gods, you are so hard for us, Rory.”
Without warning, he yanks my zipper down with a whir and works my cock free from my pants. The engine revs as my thighs tense, my foot flexing on the pedal as my muscles kick out in response. Up and down, he taunts me with patient strokes, too gentle to give me the friction I crave.
There’s a raging need inside this car that’s smothering all three of us with its intensity. I whine in protest when Amon removes his hand and swipes his fingers over the leaking tip of my cock, watching in the rearview mirror as he pushes them into Cas’s mouth.
“Our boy is delicious, isn’t he?” Cas moans as Amon slides them between his lips, forcing Cas to suck the pre-cum off his fingers.
He pushes deeper until Cas gags, saliva pooling at the corner of his mouth and forming a river on his chin as his eyes water. I move my gaze to Amon’s lap, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.
“Good boy,” Amon purrs, his fingers glistening with spit as he pulls them out. He leaves a wet trail my cock as he grips me again, pumping me with more power.
When his touch moves below my balls and pushes on my taint, I can’t help the moan that crawls from my throat. “Fuck, you sound as good as you taste,” Cas says, leaning forward to watch Amon run his hand along my length. “How far are we from home?”
“Just a few minutes,” I breathe as Amon strokes faster, my hips flexing up into his grip. Cas reaches between the seats, palming Amon’s dick through his pants. This time it’s him who groans, collecting more of my pre-cum on his fingers and sucking them into his own mouth.
Amon’s other hand grabs Cas’s wrist, using it as leverage as he thrusts against his palm. “Fuck,” he grunts, head falling back on the seat as he sucks on his fingers. There’s a rip and a pop as Cas tears the button off Amon’s pants and destroys the zipper. Cas seizes him by the throat and pins him in place, pulling his cock out and fisting the thick length.
“Cas,” Amon rasps, his breath cut off by the hand around his neck as he thrusts his hips in a helpless, jerky motion. Doing my best to watch while not wrecking us, I peek down at the angry, red head of his cock, sticky with arousal as it slides through the cage of Cas’s fingers.
He groans a series of low, long curses, his face flushed and teeth clenched. “Cas… fuck, Cas! You’re going to…”
Cas holds him in place as he struggles, the veins in Amon’s neck popping as his breath is restricted. “Look at you, so perfectly ruined for us,” Cas murmurs, tightening his grip as he strokes faster. “Mighty, powerful Amon, begging to come with my hand down his pants. It’s so fucking filthy, isn’t it?”
Another helpless sound leaves Amon’s mouth and Cas chuckles, a low, entertained rumble. “Who knew that deep down, you really are a good boy? Do you need permission to come? Is that what’s wrong?”
“Fuck… you…” Amon grits out, still thrusting wildly as Cas jerks him, all control gone.
“Not tonight, baby. Tonight, we’re both fucking our boy. Tell me, are you ready to share that tight ass?” That’s all it takes for Amon to shout, so loud it vibrates through the car as he comes. A splash of cum hits his chin and more splatters up the front of his shirt. Cas murmurs quiet praises as Amon’s cock throbs in his grip, covering his hand with his release.
“Look at how needy you’ve made our boy,” Cas whispers into Amon’s ear, and I realize I’m rocking in my seat, grinding and desperately seeking friction as my cock sticks out from my zipper. The plug in my ass stretches further as a rush of magic hits me, hitting spots that make colors spark in my field of vision.
Amon’s head lolls to the side until his eyes meet mine, hazy with lust as Cas continues to stroke him. His body is slumped and relaxed, but he’s still hard, and I remember what they told me weeks ago. My cock will stay hard for as long as I choose… until I say otherwise.
There’s another sharp zip as I park in the driveway, and I turn around to find Cas stroking himself, his hand coated in Amon’s thick, creamy release. An involuntary whimper leaves me at the sight, and he glances up, mischief dancing in his eyes as he lifts himself off the seat.
“C’mere, Rory.” He positions himself between the two front seats. It’s an awkward fit, but that’s quickly forgotten as Amon places his hand on the back of my head.
“Suck my cum off his cock,” Amon commands, then pushes me to take him into my mouth. Salty, heady warmth hits my tongue as it swirls, circling Cas’s crown before trailing down his shaft. “You better not waste any,” he warns, pulling me back just long enough to watch me swallow. The taste of him coats my mouth and slides down my throat, and then he’s shoving me down to take more.
Cas’s hips thrust forward as he releases a loud and uninhibited moan. “God, we’ll fuck you so good, my sweet Rory,” he says, voice gravelly as he thrusts between my lips. “Are you ready for us to both fill that needy hole? Do you want to be our little cum slut?”
I moan my agreement as Cas curses, his hips moving faster as the sound vibrates up his shaft. His body pitches forward, hand landing on the dashboard for support. “Oh, holy fuck, I need to come.”
“Cas,” Amon warns, but he’s reduced to pure primal instinct now. Wet gags ring out in the silent car as he punches the back of my throat, and he groans as it flexes around him.
“Just let me get the edge off.” Amon’s low growl is supposed to be a threat, but the sound makes Cas shout as his cock swells in my mouth. Muscles beat against my tongue, cum spraying into my throat and forcing my swallow.
His moans turn euphoric while Amon snarls, grabbing him by the neck and yanking him back. Warmth blasts across my cheek and chin as Amon rumbles a low, “Inside, now.” He stuffs Cas’s slick cock into his pants, a wet spot spreading as his orgasm beats under the fabric.
It’s obscene, and I can’t get enough.
They scramble out of the car, and I follow, tucking myself back into my pants while tears streak my face in wet rivers and cum dots my cheek. Amon’s pants are shredded, and Cas’s are soaked, and all three of us have a clear silhouette of our cocks perfectly visible.
A loud gasp slices through the quiet.
Old Mrs. Hickory stands in her driveway, staring with her mouth hanging wide open. The darkness of nighttime hides some of our debauchery, but she can see enough.
Okay, that’s an understatement. She sees way, way too much
“Evening,” I squeak, turning and ushering them towards the house.
Her head falls to one side as she offers an awkward wave, and as we’re hustling inside, I hear her mutter, “It’s always the quiet ones.”
Amon pulls me along by the hand, making it through the door and into the bedroom. “On the bed, Cas.” He is eager to obey as he drops to the mattress, cock straining against his pants. Amon growls again and a tingling rush of magic hits me as Cas’s clothes vanish. His lean, muscular physique looks like it’s carved from marble, muscles tense and erection pointing straight up at the ceiling.
Amon pulls me against his solid body, forcing my groan as he captures my mouth, his tongue twisting with mine as his hands explore my curves. “I’m going to take this out now, okay?” he says as he pushes on the enormous plug. I nod, and he rumbles a deep, sexy hum as he patiently slides it out and replaces it with two slick fingers.
Gently, they thrust into me, scissoring as he gauges how much more prep I need. A third finger slips in and then a fourth as he hums his approval. I whimper at the fullness as he mutters praises. “Look at you, being such a perfect boy. Just a few more minutes and you’ll be ready for us. Is that what you want? To be stuffed full of two demon cocks?”
The sound that leaves me is a wanton, needy thing. “I need it,” I whine, and his chuckle is deep against my mouth as he kisses me again.
“And you’ll get it… whatever you want from us, you’ll always get it. Don’t you understand that, Rory?” I pull back for a moment, catching the fiery, raw honesty in his eyes. “Anything you ever desire, whatever you require, from now until the end of eternity. It’s yours, baby, and you never even have to ask.”
“I love you,” I whisper, and his face blazes with intensity as it leaves my lips for the first time. He doesn’t say them back, but with Amon, actions mean more than words ever could.
He shows me.
His insatiable lips devour mine, worshipping and dominating, leaving no space for conversation. Finally, he withdraws his fingers from my body, guiding me towards the bed.
Cas gazes at us, his eyes heavy-lidded and thick lashes creating a veil over his intense stare, while his hand moves leisurely along his shaft. Amon stands behind me, ears against my lips, as he asks, “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I breathe, knowing they need to hear it. A rush of magic hits me as my clothes disappears, and then my knees drop to straddle Cas’s hips, his slick erection trapped between us as he rocks his hips forward.
His cock flexes as I catch his eyes, and his face lights up in a giant, beautiful smile. The flutters in my stomach take flight at the sight, and I press a kiss to his soft, pink lips. “I love you.” His levity vanishes as his expression turns serious.
“You are ours, Rory. Forever.” He positions himself, his cock pushing against my entrance as he meets my eyes.
“Forever,” I agree, and he thrusts up at the same time he pulls me down, seating himself inside my prepped hole in a single motion. Our moans blend as he holds me in place, his mouth exploring mine, while I relish the exquisite stretch.
The bed dips as Amon climbs on behind us, and I lift my torso to glance over my shoulder at him. “Are you ready?” His voice is deep but gentle as his fingers tickle up my spine, and I nod.
“More than ready.” Palms on my back, he guides me forward until my chest is flush against Cas. Nerves pound inside my body, and I’m anxious, but not scared.
My demons would never hurt me.
Heat presses against my ass and thighs as Amon inches closer, the unmistakable pressure of his cock against my already full hole. It’s slick with lube as he slides the tip up and down, gently rocking as my muscles relax. “If at any point it gets to be too much, all you have to do is say stop.”
“Right.” I draw in a steadying inhale, countering the sting of the stretch as he pushes forward. “These days I forget about compulsion.”
Amon’s sudden stillness behind me is unnatural, then the heat of his skin burns along my back as he leans forward. “No,” he says, a touch of power in his tone. “Not because of fucking compulsion, Rory. If it’s too much, you speak up and it will stop for no other reason than we love you. Tell me you understand that.”
Tears pool in my eyes at the sincerity in his voice. Cas places a sweet palm on my cheek, pushing our foreheads together. “Magic or not, you run the show.”
“Thank you… both of you.” I swallow hard, meeting the dark eyes over my shoulder. “I understand, Amon.”
“Good boy,” he purrs, inching forward and breaching my ring of muscles, sliding the crown of his cock inside me to join Cas’s. My head throws back as I call out, my nerves on fire with the fullness. He scoots his hips to push himself deeper, just a tiny bit at a time, and my entire body lights up, buzzing and tingling like electric sparks dance across my skin.
“Fuck, your cock feels amazing in that tight hole with me,” Cas groans, twitching and flexing underneath me as he fights the urge to move. “Amon… goddamn, that’s fucking amazing.”
Amon’s breath is heavy as he penetrates me with calculated, careful rocks of his hips. “Are you okay?” he asks, and I love the hitch in his voice—love that I’m the one who put it there.
“Perfect,” I whisper, and he releases one of those deep, naughty chuckles that I’ve grown to love so much. The deeper he sinks, the more my body comes alive, knowing I have both of my demons inside me.
