Pride, page 15
part #5 of The Damning Series
“Since I tasted your perfect pussy and watched Jax fuck your ass with his fingers,” he retorted, and I bit back on a chuckle—a chuckle that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure when Jax added a second finger to the first, preparing my ass.
“I want you to fuck me,” I all but begged. “Both of you.”
“Greedy girl,” Killian teased as he gracefully moved to his feet and stood before me. He had to bend forward to capture my lips with his. His hands moved to fondle my breasts as he kissed me. “We’re never letting you go, Z,” he vowed, his voice slightly breathless.
With every slant of his lips against mine, I swore I could taste myself on him. My arousal heightened at the sensation.
“I’m never letting you go. Both of you. All of you.”
Killian’s entire face seemed to soften as he smiled at me, his eyes shimmering. “I love you, Z. So damn much. I know I said I wanted our first time to be special, with candles and flowers and all that shit, but I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside of you so damn badly. I need to feel you clench my cock and know that you’re okay and here with me.”
“I love you too.” I paused and added, “But I’ll love you even more if you fuck me.”
“Did you hear that, Jax?” Killian smirked at the vampire. “She wants me to fuck her.”
“She wants us to fuck her,” Jax corrected, nibbling on my earlobe. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
I rested my head against his shoulder as I wiggled in his tight hold. “Yes.”
Jax nipped my skin and finally removed his fingers from my ass. “I think she’s ready for us, brother.”
“Are you ready for us, sweetheart?” Killian crooned. “Are you ready for my cock in your pussy and Jax’s cock in your ass?”
His dirty words had my pussy clenching and the butterflies in my stomach flapping their wings erratically. “Yes.”
I practically mewled like a damn cat when Killian’s huge, muscular arms banded beneath my ass and hoisted me off my feet. My legs instinctively twisted around his waist, my heels digging into his firm ass, as his cock settled against my slick folds. But he didn’t immediately enter me. Instead, he rubbed his dick back and forth across my slit as his hooded eyes met my own.
“Are you sure about this, Z?” A hint of his familiar nervousness returned as he nibbled on his lower lip. “Because if you’re not sure—”
“I’m more sure about this than anything else in my life,” I assured him. “I love you, Kill. So damn much.”
My words seemed to be exactly what he needed, because his lips devoured mine in a desperate frenzy as his cock slowly slid inside of me.
“Holy fuck!” His eyes widened. “Holy fuck. Is this what it always feels like?”
“It’s what it’ll feel like for the rest of your life,” I huffed, cupping his jaw and kissing the corner of his mouth. “This is the only pussy you’re allowed to touch.”
“Agreed,” he said instantly, his body trembling with the strain of holding himself still. His gaze flitted to Jax over my shoulder. “You ready?” My incubus’s long, talented fingers caressed my ass cheeks before crudely opening up my back hole for Jax’s inspection.
I flushed instinctively, not used to being put on display like that, but there was something extremely sexy about it too.
Jax stepped up behind me, his breath feathering against my neck, and slowly inched himself inside my tight hole. I felt too full, close to bursting, and it was fucking amazing.
“Move,” I hissed out a breath, throwing my head back to once more rest on Jax’s shoulder. “You guys need to move.”
Killian’s breath shuddered as he pistoned in and out of me almost instantly, and Jax did the same. It took them only a few seconds to find a rhythm—when Jax pulled out of me, Killian pushed in, and I found myself bouncing between the two men. The only things keeping me in the air were Killian’s arms beneath my ass and Jax’s hands on my hips.
I threw my head back in wanton pleasure as they fucked me within an inch of my life. I wasn’t even being dramatic. I swore I wouldn’t be able to move again once these two men were done ravaging my body and wringing out all of the pleasure it was capable of.
It felt as if lust was being pumped directly into my veins, swirling in my chest like a typhoon made of fire.
Killian leaned forward and pried my lips apart with his, his tongue darting in. Tasting me. Claiming me. Loving me.
“I want to try something,” he murmured, and a split second later, my arousal intensified tenfold.
“What the fuck?” I rasped.
“Pheromones,” Killian managed to say. “Incubus, remember?”
Killian sent out another wave of pheromones, and a throb pulsed deliciously between my thighs, forcing my pussy and ass to clench around the two cocks inside of me. My nipples tightened as I rubbed against Kill’s chest, desperate for friction.
Pleasure filled me, and I knew I was seconds from unraveling, from falling apart in their arms and praying they held me up through the worst of the storm.
And when Killian’s finger dropped to my clit, circling it in hurried strokes, I knew I was a goner.
“Come for us, Z,” he whispered breathily.
And I did.
The force of my orgasm slashed me to ribbons, and I screamed my release to the heavens. My pussy clenched around Killian’s hard length, and it wasn’t long until he fell over the edge as well, joining me in blissful oblivion. Jax pounded into my ass a few more times before his cock jerked, squirting hot cum down my ass cheeks. My heart battered my ribs with a frightening speed as I leaned forward and rested my wet forehead against Killian’s shoulder.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed.
Killian laughed heartily as he kissed the top of my head. “Holy fuck indeed.”
Nineteen
Z
One of my other mates must’ve had the foresight to ask for clean clothes.
By the time we emerged from the shower wrapped in fluffy, white towels, there were three bundles of clothes just outside the bathroom door and a note with a winky face on it.
Fucking men. It didn’t matter if they were nightmares or humans—they were all the same when it came to sex.
Still, I couldn’t contain the giddy smile that erupted across my face as I dressed in the loose harem pants and silky blouse provided for me. Killian and Jax also put on a clean pair of trousers and button-down shirts that showed off their defined, rippling muscles. My mouth practically watered as I watched Killian button up his shirt, obscuring his tattoos from view, and he offered me a shy smile.
Something had shifted between the two of us, and I fucking loved it.
“We should go find B and the others,” he murmured, stepping towards me and kissing my forehead.
I offered him a pout. “Can’t we just hide in here for the rest of our lives?”
Jax chuckled from my other side. “Unfortunately, it’ll become a little too stinky for that. But I wouldn’t be against finding a nice, non-toilet home to hide away in…”
I chuckled and looped my arm through his.
“Wouldn’t that be nice,” I mused with a sad shake of my head, but we all knew that was nothing but a pipe dream. We had too many responsibilities, too many people who were relying on us. We couldn’t just run away from our problems, no matter how much we might want to.
Curse being a responsible adult.
The three of us made our way down the hall B had indicated earlier, stopping when we reached the door at the very end. I knocked once, and B’s familiar, gruff voice immediately exclaimed, “Come in.”
I wasn’t surprised to find Bash, Ryland, and Dair already seated around the huge desk taking up the majority of the small room. Bash smirked when he saw us, his vibrant green eyes glowing with wicked amusement, and Ryland chuckled darkly, though it was impossible to see his expression with the shadows coalesced around him. Dair simply offered the three of us a kind, knowing smile before reaching forward to grab my waist and plop me onto his lap.
B’s eyebrows rose at the blatant display of affection between us, but I refused to be self-conscious. Maybe the old Z would’ve been, but the new Z reveled in each and every touch her mates gave her.
She knew what it was like to be without them.
“I’m glad the three of you could join us.” B’s eyes narrowed suspiciously on Jax and Killian, and the incubus’s cheeks turned crimson as he ducked his head.
“We were dirty,” he muttered helplessly, and B’s lips pursed.
Really, Killian? Really?
I resisted the urge to face-palm, even as Bash hid his chuckle in the sleeve of his shirt.
B’s brows arched in a knowing way. “No matter.” He cleared his throat and swept his gaze around the room, meeting each of our eyes before focusing on me. “Now that we’re all here, we can discuss everything that happened over the last few weeks.” A crease materialized in the center of his forehead as a frown tugged at his lips. “Where are your other two mates? The shifter and the genie?”
The chasm in my chest that had been fixed by my time with Killian and Jax returned with a vengeance. It took all of my willpower not to bring my hand up and rub at my breastbone.
Dair, sensing my pain, squeezed me even tighter and kissed my cheek.
“Away,” he answered vaguely, apparently not willing to go any further than that in way of explanation.
If B was upset or even offended by Dair’s lack of answer, he didn’t show it. He simply nodded once before continuing on. “I wanted to say first and foremost that I’m so happy you’re okay, Z.” He swallowed heavily, his gaze dipping towards his bruised knuckles before focusing once more on me. “I knew what I asked of you when I made you join the Damning.” Leaning forward in his seat, he dropped his elbows onto the desk and ran a hand down his face. “It was selfish of me to put you in harm’s way.”
“There wasn’t anything you could do,” I reminded him gently, feeling the surety of that statement in the hollow of my bones. “The magic chose me to compete.”
“I should’ve done something—”
“You didn’t have a choice,” I repeated firmly, not allowing him to argue this a second longer. It would get us nowhere. Still, a pleasant ache spread through my chest at his words and at the knowledge that he cared about me. Truly cared about me. A part of me had always assumed I was nothing but a fun project to him, a pawn to utilize and then discard, but I now knew that wasn’t the case.
B’s jaw clenched tightly, but he managed a single nod of assent. “I suppose there’s a lot we need to catch up on.” He clasped his hands together on top of the desk. “HH told me everything he could, but I wanted to hear it from you as well.”
I swallowed once before reciting everything that had happened since I first became a competitor of the Damning to now. I told him about Zack and how he killed Diego after poisoning me. I even brought up Mali’s betrayal and how she had been trying to redeem herself when she could. My heart broke thinking of her, but I pushed it aside. It wouldn’t do me any good to hold on to my hurt.
I told him the exact moment I realized I was mates with the seven princes and how they weren’t the men we believed them to be. He already knew about the prophecy—the one that claimed they would either save the world or destroy it—but he still listened with rapt attention as I told him every detail I had learned. I kept out what Tavvy had said about my mates appearing out of thin air. I didn’t know if I believed the sadistic mermaid prince, and I didn’t want B to become more suspicious of my mates than he already was. Besides, that was a snippet of information I still had yet to share with my mates as it was. Not because I wanted to keep it from them or anything like that—there just hadn’t been time.
I told him about Aaliyah and her monsters and about her claim that I was her sister. I even mentioned her ominous story about me being a fallen angel who fell in love with the Seven Deadly Sins…and about her being a demon who fell in love—and then killed—the Seven Heavenly Virtues.
B listened to it all without interruption, and by the time I was done, I was gasping for breath. Damn. I was pretty sure I hadn’t breathed once during that entire speech. That truly was an accomplishment.
B reclined backwards, his fingers tapping against one another as he considered us with sharp eyes. After a prolonged moment of silence, he leaned forward once more and said, “I see.”
“I see?” I parroted in disbelief, quirking an eyebrow. “After all that, you say, ‘I see.’”
His lips curved upwards in the makings of a tentative smile as he bent down to grab something beneath his desk. After a moment, he reemerged with a bright red tome in his hands. It appeared to be ancient, the pages yellowing with time and the script faded. The title was written in a language I wasn’t familiar with.
“What’s that?”
“Everything you just told me,” he replied ominously, opening up the book and twisting it to face us.
Most of the writing was in the same, unfamiliar language as the cover, but that wasn’t what he wanted me to see. No, what he wanted me to pay attention to were the two illustrations in the book.
The first one depicted a woman with flaming red hair and dark horns protruding from her skull. A black dress hugged her curvy figure as she stood in a center of seven beings, their bodies seeming to radiate light. They stared at her with adoration and love, though her own expression was sly. Cunning.
The other picture showed a blonde-haired woman dressed in white, with brilliant, golden wings erupting from her back. Seven men circled her, just as they had with the red-haired woman, but if the demon woman’s expression could best be described as snake-like, the angel’s face was a picture of serenity.
“What am I looking at?” My voice barely rose above a whisper.
Around me, my mates had gone rigid, their muscles tense.
A strange roaring sound reverberated between my ears. It reminded me eerily of ferocious waves battering against the rocky shoreline, breaking apart and then returning back to sea in a plume of white lines.
“The history of nightmares,” B responded, tapping the picture incessantly. “One of our mages was able to decipher the ancient language, and it basically reiterates everything Aaliyah told you. An angel”—he pointed to the angelic entity—“named Gabrielle was in charge of the humans on earth. She was supposed to look after them, care for them, protect them. The Seven Deadly Sins had been able to watch earth for years, but they never had any desire to visit it themselves…until they set eyes upon the angel and fell desperately in love. They traveled to earth in order to be with her, but their love was frowned upon by both heaven and hell. All eight of them were banished for their transgressions and forced to remain apart for all of eternity.”
My brows drew together, even as sick panic welled up in me. A vicious pain burned a hole in my chest, searing my veins. “But aren’t the nightmares descended from the Seven Deadly Sins? Aren’t the royal families their direct relatives?”
Did that mean the Seven Deadly Sins had relations with other women as soon as the angel, Gabrielle, was banished? The thought made me queasy.
“That’s the legend,” B said cryptically, his fingers tapping against the picture with increasing speed. His gaze never wavered from my face. “But I don’t believe that’s the truth.”
“What do you think happened?” Bash demanded, crossing his arms over his chest in a posture that almost looked defensive. The frost in his tone could rival that of a winter storm.
“According to this book, the Seven Deadly Sins recognized how much Gabrielle loved the humans and wanted to protect them. So they each offered up a piece of themselves to make…evolved humans, so to speak. What we now call nightmares.” B’s finger drifted from the image of the angel to the demon, settling directly between the woman’s sharp black horns. “This story… This story is the exact opposite.” He swallowed heavily. “My mage wasn’t able to interpret everything, so please bear with me as I try to explain what he found.”
All six of us leaned forward, hanging on to every word. Dair’s chest had gone completely still against my back. I wasn’t even sure if he was breathing.
“Apparently, the angel had a sister who was born with a wicked soul. As such, the universe decided to keep her separate from Gabrielle. The demon was wicked and cunning, but she loved her sister more than anything and anyone, so when seven men fell in love with her, she saw her chance.”
“What happened?” I whispered, though I had already heard the story from Aaliyah. Or at least, a version of it.
“She convinced the seven men—who the text refers to as the Seven Heavenly Virtues—to free her from hell and take her to heaven. She had hoped to reunite with her sister there, unaware that Gabrielle had been assigned to look after earth. The demon became enraged when she discovered her sister was missing and killed the men she claimed to love. However, before she could flee, she was captured and shoved back into hell, where she was forced to spend the rest of her days.”
My hands trembled on my lap, my heart pounding erratically.
A part of me almost felt pity for the demon before that emotion was swept away in a tsunami of anger. Fire burned in my blood, scorching my veins.
What cold-hearted bitch could kill her mates? The men she claimed to love?
“What does any of this have to do with us?” Ryland demanded softly, the shadows writhing around his body.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, kid,” B said, though there was a cautious look in his eyes that said he had already reached some sort of conclusion and didn’t wish to share it with us. The knowledge pumped adrenaline through my veins, a trill of sensation I felt along the length of my spine. My heartbeat echoed in my skull as I gulped convulsively.
“Spit it out, old man,” I snapped. When he didn’t speak right away, I decided to answer for him. “You think that Aaliyah is this demon, correct? And that this angel…this Gabrielle…is me? And my mates are the original Seven Deadly Sins?” My voice betrayed my incredulity, and I half wanted to break into hysterical laughter. Was he insane? Were they all insane?
