Devil's Own (Palm Island Book 6), page 13
“I took a shower, and the pipes didn’t explode or anything this time, so thank you,” he says to Devil.
“That’s the guarantee I put on my business cards. Or I would if I bothered with business cards.”
Raven relaxes against the back of the couch and titters a laugh while nibbling on a slice of cheese.
“Damon Mack: handyman and real estate mogul. No exploding pipes, that’s a guarantee.” Raven says it like he’s reading it right off an imaginary business card.
“I might need to put a little more thought into that wording. I feel like there might be some unintended implications there that I really don’t want to deal with,” Devil says seriously.
My gaze moves back and forth between the two of them while they banter, a warm feeling building in my chest at the way Raven leans towards him just a little, and the soft, lingering look Devil couldn’t hide if he wanted to.
When their conversation tapers off, Raven looks at me, then down at his ropes, shifting his weight around on the couch again and licking his lips.
“So…” He has a quiver in his voice all over again.
“So.” I echo him with a smile. “We need to talk first, and then if you’re still on board, I’ll take you to my meditation room where I prefer to do rope work.”
“Okay.” His chest expands with a deep breath. “Do you need me to sign a kinky sex contract or something? NDA so I won’t tell everyone else on the island what a couple of freaks the two of you are?”
Devil barks out a laugh, and I arch an eyebrow.
“This isn’t Fifty Shades of Bullshit.” I chuckle. “And you can tell anyone anything you want. We’re not worried about our reputations.”
“Okay, so what do we need to talk about then?” Raven bites into the strawberry and darts his tongue out to catch the droplet of juice clinging to his bottom lip.
“First, I need you to come up with a safeword. If you feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable, you just say it, and everything stops.” I scoot forward and put a hand on his knee, gauging his reaction to make sure I’m not overstepping. He presses his knee into my hand and picks up the bundle of ropes, bringing them to his lap to absently play with the loose end.
“Okay, how about tea?” he says, and I smile.
“That’s going to put a bit of a crimp in the kink I have about your breakfast habits, but I’m sure we can work around it,” I deadpan, and Raven laughs. “My next question is, what do you want tonight?”
His eyes get wider, and he fidgets faster with the rope.
“Isn’t that up to you? That’s what the rope top decides, isn’t it? And then I get to relax and let it all happen.” He says the last part with a hint of wistful neediness.
I slide my hand an inch higher on his leg, aching to give him everything he’s desperate for. Devil cards his fingers through Raven’s hair and the sweet little bird leans into his touch.
“He’s going to give you that escape, baby. But he needs to know what you want. Is this just ropes? Do you want Angel to touch you? Suck you? Ride you? Fill up your pretty hole and make you come?” My cock heaves and I notice Raven’s toes curling against the wood floor at the filthy options Devil rattles off like a grocery list.
Raven nods rapidly, his cheeks turning pink all over again.
“Anything you want.” His eyes lock on mine, and the nervousness that was there earlier is completely gone. He looks wildly needy now, heated and desperate and aching for me to take him apart. “I want you to tie me up and then do anything you want to me.” Raven reaches for Devil, wrapping his fingers around my husband’s wrist. “Both of you.”
RAVEN
Angel and Devil go completely still. The tension in the air is palpable, like a living, breathing creature writhing and pulsing around us, growing until it fills every corner of the room and flavors every breath I take with the warm, musky taste of want. Maybe need is a better word at this point, because I’m not sure I can live another second with all this space between us, with my skin painfully untouched by them, with all of this pent-up hunger eating away at my insides. I’ve been rock hard under my skirt since Angel swung the door open and the waves of desire rolling off of him washed over me.
Angel groans, his fingers tightening against my thigh, pressing into my skin with a desperate pressure that makes my cock throb harder and my breathing speed up as he finally moves off the ottoman to join us on the couch. His hand slides up until it’s just shy of my skirt, so close to where I’m fucking aching for both of them. I grip Devil’s wrist harder, a tiny part of me afraid he might try to get away. It’s ridiculous, of course. I’m the one who’s been running from this for years. Even before he’s made a sound or moved an inch, I can feel how much he wants me. But it’s easier to imagine a million ways this could fall apart in the next ten seconds than it is to think about what will happen tomorrow if I give them everything they want tonight. Everything I want too. The things I’m letting myself want, anyway. The things that won’t break my heart… at least not too badly.
They descend on me at the same time, Angel’s hand staying respectfully outside of my skirt while their mouths land on either side of my neck. Devil’s beard tickles my skin, his teeth scraping gently over my thundering pulse. Angel is soft and sweet, nuzzling his nose against the edge of my jaw, then tasting the spot with a wet, open-mouthed kiss. My body jolts at the dual sensations, all my nerve endings firing at once, from my tingling nipples to my tightening balls and everywhere in between.
“What do you say, Dae, ready to have a little fun with our new toy?” Angel’s lips move against my skin as he purrs the dirty words, and Devil growls, nipping a little harder at the cord of muscles and tendons in my neck.
My cock jerks inside my silky thong, spilling an eager dribble of precum. Yes. This is exactly what I need. Letting Angel untie my shoes and tenderly kiss his way up my thigh felt too much like coming home to someone. It made my chest ache and my heart want things I know they don’t plan to give me. Devil grabs my other thigh, not being coy like Angel is, but shoving my skirt up and digging his fingers into the meaty part near my ass. This is what I came here for. Dirty, raw, primal fucking.
“Fuck yes,” I rasp. “Use me. Please.” I lean into Devil and tilt my head back so Angel can lick and suck more of my throat.
“How can I say no when he’s asking so nicely?” Devil grabs my jaw and turns my head towards him, claiming my mouth in a rough, demanding kiss just like last night. Except unlike last night, I’m not holding anything back. If they want me, they can have me.
Angel makes a strangled sound. I peek open one eye to make sure everything is okay, that I’m not overstepping. Devil said anything goes as long as we use condoms, but I don’t want to fuck up my first threeway before any of our clothes even come off. Angel doesn’t look upset. His lips are parted with heavy breaths, his eyelids heavy and his pupils wide enough to darken his light blue eyes. He’s practically vibrating with lust, dragging his palm over the bulge between his legs as he watches Devil coax my tongue to tangle and slide around his.
Devil breaks the kiss and looks over at his husband, a slow, filthy smirk spreading over his damp lips. “Let’s go play,” he says.
Without warning, Devil slides one arm behind my back and hooks the other under my knees, then scoops me off the couch with ease. Angel grabs the bundle of silky ropes and slings it over his shoulder, leading the way down the hallway.
I’ve never been to this part of the house before. When they hold their annual New Year’s Eve party, it’s mostly contained to the dining room and the main part of the first floor. If I had to guess, the room we’re headed to was once George’s painting studio. When they built the house, he wanted a quiet room away from the main living area with a view of the ocean and plenty of natural light. The chance to admire the architecture as Devil carries me down the hallway has the advantage of cooling down my libido a few degrees.
Angel swings the door open, and Devil sets me down. I step inside and a feeling of awe washes over me. Sure enough, the room faces the ocean and has two sides with floor-to-ceiling windows that must let in the sunlight beautifully during the day. It’s just as gorgeous tonight though, with a full moon illuminating the sky and a million stars twinkling over the vast expanse of the ocean. I can feel the minute vibrations of the space, decades of creativity and inspiration that have seeped into the wood itself.
A small, contented sigh parts my lips. Angel smiles at me with a hint of shy hope, like he’s waiting to hear whether I like his favorite room. I was too caught up in the view and the energy of the room when we stepped inside to notice anything else, but now I look around and see surfaces covered in candles and incense holders, a lush fainting couch against the far wall, a pile of cushions on the floor, a yoga mat rolled up in the corner, and a wooden meditation bench. The cluttered chaos makes the space feel naturally cozy, like it’s the perfect place to spend a lazy afternoon napping… or a wild evening getting ravished by two gorgeous men.
“I love this room,” he says when I don’t offer my opinion right away. “Something about being in here has always felt peaceful and invigorating at the same time. I figured that was the perfect vibe for a meditation studio.”
I nod, tempted to tell him the history of the house, but I don’t think rambling about the history of my dead relatives’ house is likely to be the best foreplay. I grab his hand and drag him closer instead, letting all my thoughts about the past and the future fall silent. Half of my awareness is on the steady presence of Devil right behind me, not touching me, but so close it almost feels like he is. And the other half is on Angel, his eyes fixed on mine as he comes to a stop right in front of me, sliding his free hand along my jaw.
Devil puts his hands on me again. He drags them over my bare midriff, teasing the barbell through my navel before continuing upward until he reaches the bottom of my shirt. I shiver, but I don’t look away from Angel. There’s a flicker of a question in his eyes. Am I still sure? Do I want to use my safeword and get the hell out of here, or am I going to see this through? It’s like I told him this morning in my kitchen though—this has been a long time coming. I don’t think I could turn back now if I tried.
Holding Angel’s gaze, I lift my arms, and Devil tugs my shirt up over my head. The tremor that runs through me has nothing to do with the sudden chill of being without my shirt. It’s not nerves either. The pulse of desire that ricochets between the three of us is dizzying and addictive. Devil presses a rough, biting kiss to my shoulder and fumbles with the delicate zipper on my skirt, which is no doubt too small for his thick fingers, while Angel starts to uncoil the rope I brought with me.
I’m about to take pity on Devil and undo my skirt myself when I finally hear the metallic whir of success and my skirt flutters free to pool at my feet. They both groan again, the reverberations of their lust almost as loud as the sounds themselves. Standing between them in nothing but a silky black thong barely covering my stiff, leaking cock and the locket around my neck while they’re both fully clothed makes me feel on display in the best way. I feel seen and desired and fucking powerful. It’s been so damn long since I’ve gotten laid that I forgot how good it feels to be wanted so intensely.
“I’m going to take this off for now, beautiful.” Devil says, kissing the back of my neck and then unclasping my locket. He disappears for a second and I hear the gentle rattle of him setting my necklace down somewhere.
I lick my lips and shift on my feet, glancing over my shoulder at Devil, then back at Angel. My heart is pounding wildly, and I can feel every thumping pulse in every throbbing vein of my cock.
“Before you tie me up, I want to see the two of you together. Will you kiss and undress each other?” I palm my cock through my thong, my precum soaking the fabric, making it slide easily over my sensitive tip. My plan was to drown myself in their intense love for each other until I’m completely desensitized to it, and that’s what I’m going to do. Also, my dick is super interested in having a front row seat to all of their passion. Win-win.
Devil grins against my shoulder and nips at my skin one more time. Then, he gives me a pat on the ass and nudges me gently towards the fainting couch. They barely wait for me to take a seat before they’re on each other. I’ve seen them kiss each other in passing too many times to count, but this isn’t the kind of kiss that would be polite in public, not even on Palm Island.
Angel makes a needy sound deep in his throat as soon as they collide, their mouths finding each other with the familiarity of two people who have kissed so many times they could find their way to each other in a pitch dark room. Devil matches the sound with one of his own, lust and desire rumbling in his chest as he expertly rumples Angel’s put-together appearance. His hands find their way under Angel’s shirt, groping for skin with the desperation of a man who’s sure he’ll die if he can’t touch and taste and unravel the other person. For all Angel’s usual softness, he matches Devil’s impatient pawing, shoving his own hand into Devil’s sweatpants.
I can hardly breathe as I watch the movement of Angel’s hand behind the stretched fabric of Devil’s pants. The guttural, muffled moans Devil feeds Angel have me reaching for my own cock again, stroking and teasing myself over my thong, fighting the urge to slip my hand inside and come harder than I’ve ever come in my life just from watching them kiss.
Their tongues move back and forth between their mouths as they strip each other one item of clothing at a time in a frenzy of eager impatience, the room filling with the tangible pulsing of their desire and the heady, drugging feeling of their bone-deep love for each other.
Why am I even here? They can’t possibly need me for anything when they already have each other.
They break the kiss, and both look at me. Did I say any of that out loud? I don’t think I did, but they seem to understand it anyway. Their naked bodies are pressed up against each other, chests heaving, hard cocks trapped between them, and the desire in their eyes is focused on me, pinning me in place as effectively as I’m sure the ropes will, if we ever get around to using them.
Angel’s attention land on my hand, still mindlessly kneading my cock through my underwear, a wet spot soaking through the fabric so thoroughly that it’s visible even against the black silk.
“Did you choose this thong because it reminded you of the ropes?” he asks, stalking forward.
I nod and pull my hand off my dick, letting it flop down next to me as I slouch on the couch, sprawled out and waiting for them to decide what to do with me.
“So pretty,” Angel croons, and I’m not sure whether he means me or my underwear until he trails his eyes up my body slowly, leaving no room for doubt.
When he’s close enough, he bends down and hooks his fingers around the sides of my panties. I lift my hips and he tugs them down, freeing my cock to flop against my belly, leaving a wet streak of precum on my skin. He slides them all the way off, but instead of tossing them aside like the rest of our clothes, he brings them to his nose, inhaling the smell of my body and the precum that’s soaking the fabric. Angel’s eyes flutter and his cock jerks, bouncing in front of me with a temptingly wet crown.
“Fucking delicious,” he murmurs, then licks the wet spot on the fabric to prove his point.
I let out a strangled sound. Fuck, this man is dirty. So much dirtier than he should be walking around with a name like Angel.
“Help me with my new toy, lover?” Angel says, clearly talking to Devil even though his eyes haven’t left mine.
Devil appears behind him, looking just as keyed up as Angel does, just as fucking wild as I feel. He scoops me into his arms again, face to face this time. I wrap my arms around his neck and his cock nudges against mine, the expanse of our bare skin feeling like it might ignite everywhere we touch.
“You want to be a pretty little toy for Angel?” Devil asks softly, nibbling at my bottom lip. The filthy words send hot tendrils of desire down my spine to wrap around my balls. It’s dirty talk, but I know what he’s asking. He’s giving me another chance to call this off. Not a fucking chance.
“Yes,” I moan, parting my lips to tempt him into another kiss. He gives me exactly what I want, slipping his tongue into my mouth, still carrying the taste of Angel’s kiss along with his own. I lap up the taste of them and grind myself shamelessly against him, completely unaware that we’re moving anywhere until Devil kneels to lay me down on the pile of cushions.
I gasp when he breaks the kiss. Devil crawls off me and before I can mourn the loss of contact, Angel takes his place. The two of them are like night and day from each other. Devil’s skin is olive, and his body is bulky with muscle and a little bit of softness in all the right places. Angel is pale, although not quite as pale as I am, with a slender build. Somehow, they’re both exactly what I’m desperate for.
The rope dangling around Angel’s neck tickles my chest as he leans down and kisses me, rolling his tongue over mine with syrupy slowness, holding himself up just enough that I have to cant my hips to feel the heat of his cock brush against mine. He smiles into the kiss and cards his fingers through my hair.
“Go make yourself comfortable on Devil’s lap, baby, and let me make you fly,” he whispers, bumping his nose against mine and then letting me up.
My head is spinning, and I have to drag in a few breaths before I manage to get my body to move. Devil is settled with his back against a low table, one of the cushions stuffed behind him, and his legs outstretched. He’s slowly stroking his cock, watching us with the same hungry, half-lidded gaze I saw on Angel’s face earlier. I crawl across the ocean of cushions and into Devil’s lap. He grabs me around the waist to spin me around, then pulls me close so I can relax with my back to his chest, and the weight of his cock against my lower back.
“Comfortable?” he checks, dragging his nose along the side of my throat.
