Her Darkest Devils by Ginna Moran
Epilogue
RAVEN
Gone
WARM LIPS CARESS my bare shoulder as I stare at the blank wall of our temporary home. I haven’t left my room, remaining wrapped in Elias’s blankets I demanded someone retrieve since he died and his soul went to Hell. It’s the last thing I have of him from his mortal life and I just wanted something that smells like him—like comfort and familiarity. Like love.
I thought his death would be the worst of things. But it was supposed to be as fleeting as the pain of taking his life. Not this. Not the uncertainty of what to expect. He was to rise and claim Hell and be my new king. Now? I still don’t know. He made a deal with Lucian to serve him on his army. Lucian damn well knows that I’m not letting that happen. As soon as Micah finds him, he’ll be in his kingdom. Then Kase’s. Dante’s. The one thing I know is that he will never be alone. The thought helps ease my fears, but it doesn’t do anything for the ache in my very soul. Who knew I’d be able to tell that a part of me was missing from the Mortal Realm? Even though we haven’t known each other long in this life, our bond was always there. But now?
Fuck. I need a distraction.
Turning over, I meet Andre’s beautiful velvety dark gaze as his eyes search mine. His brows pucker together, and he reminds me of himself as the angel he was before he jumped from grace. He strokes his warm fingers over my cheek, his desire and hunger prevalent with the enormous amount of unwanted space between us. But he hasn’t pushed me. He hasn’t offered to fuck my brains out to forget.
And now, I want him to know that he can. He doesn’t have to be careful with me or sensitive to what he thinks I need. All I need is his cock inside me. I don’t care if he gets stuck. That will help me think about something else.
Rolling on top of him, I surprise him by crashing my mouth to his, giving in to our rampant desire sending tingles exploding between my legs. Andre releases the sexiest groan in existence, the deepness of it vibrating across my lips. His hands glide down my back and to the hem of my nightie, not wasting even a second to allow its flimsy fabric to create a barrier between us.
“Fuck me like you need me,” I murmur, shimmying down until I feel the thickness of his girth against the apex of my legs. “Fuck me until I can’t think.”
“I always need you, little hellion. I crave you every second of every day.” Andre locks his fingers to my hips and moves me back and forth getting me to grind against him. “You’re so intoxicating. Almost infuriating how naïve you are about teasing me. Tempting me. I’ve never understood true torture until watching you just exist and manage to go even an hour without letting me pleasure you.”
I smirk and slide down farther, hooking my fingers to his cotton briefs to pull them down. I watch in my lusty haze as his enormous cock bounces free. I scoot back up until I feel the softness of his balls touch the heat between my legs and use both my hands to stroke him. Fire lights his eyes, and he sits up and tests my flexibility by shifting my leg to rest on his elbow to give his other hand better access to my body. Sucking his fingers into his mouth, he wets them, adding more slickness to sink into me. I moan at the sensation of him fingering me in both holes while managing to strum his thumb to my clit.
I follow his initiative and spit on his tip, using it to slide both my hands up and down his shaft. He moans and shifts like he can barely handle me giving him pleasure, and I love the hell out of his intense desperation as he kisses me while he fucks me with his hand until my body tenses and explodes with an orgasm that makes him cum at the same time as if our bodies are connected.
But it’s not enough for either of us.
Andre pushes me back between his legs and rips my sticky panties off with the hellfire that dances across his finger. His eyes rove over me inch by inch, his whole body ripping and flickering between his human and devil state.
“I want to fuck you with my tail,” Andre says, his words breathy.
I intake a small breath as his long, ribbed tail curves over his back. The stinger he uses in fighting remains hidden within the smooth bulbous end, and I automatically wrap my fingers about it and memorize the bumpy texture, imagining what it would be like inside me.
I lick my lips and slowly nod, clutching the blankets in my hands. Andre’s eyes close with his desire and we both watch as he spreads my knees wider and slowly glides his tail into me. I don’t know how or why or what the fuck it is about the sensation, but I scream with a wave of a sudden all-consuming orgasm that makes me squirt all over him unlike anything I’ve even done before. Andre grunts, once again cumming, triggered by me, and I watch as he uses the mess to slicken his tail and glide it into my ass next. The sensation makes me moan and arch, unleashing the darkest, dirtiest part of me that just wants to be used and fucked and appreciated for bringing my devil the lust he needs.
Slowly pulling his tail out, he smiles and grabs me by my hips, flipping me over onto my stomach. I catch sight of the two of us in the wall mirror, and I moan in anticipation, feeling Andre’s big hands massage my ass cheeks and spread my body open.
“Fuck me with both,” I say, pushing onto my knees and wiggling my ass. “Fuck me hard like I want. I want to feel it for days. Show me what it’s like to give the king of Lust his way.”
Andre flares his nostrils and meets my gaze in the mirror. His lips puff with his panting desire, and he aligns his cock to my body, teasing me with the crazy pressure of his thickness. His slow push inside me makes me gasp as my body gets used to the stretch, and I moan and savor every inch of him that nearly feels like he’s rearranged my insides to fit in as deeply as he likes. I knew he had power and control with his lust, and the buzzing power stealing my breath confirms it.
“Tell me how it feels,” Andre says, his voice rasping with his desire.
“Huge,” I say, gasping. “Teasing. Fuck me, Andre. I can take it. I need it.”
Like my words set him off, Andre grabs my hair and twists it with one hand while using his other to brace on my shoulder. The power of his thrust sends an intense zing right to my clit and my eyes roll back for a second as the pressure intensifies like his cock swells even bigger.
And then I swear I feel him orgasm. Like a shock of power, I moan and feel every muscle on my body tighten with my release. Andre thrusts hard and fast, never feeling as if he’s even close to sliding out of me. I lose myself to the haze of his desire, enjoying every sensation and every sexy word that escapes his mouth. He adds even more pressure to my body with his tail again, fucking me in the ass like he wants to stuff me with all of the pleasure he needs for his power.
A bright light flashes on the balcony, turning my eyelids red, and I open my eyes and see Zade’s figure creeping outside the window. Andre notices it too, because his fingers dig more into me and he bows and licks my earlobe.
“I can’t stop yet,” Andre says softly, though annoyance lines his words. “I’ve been starved.”
I nod my head, letting him know I don’t give a fuck if the bastard angel wants to enjoy the show. But I’m going to let him know it doesn’t come without a price.
“If you plan on just standing out there like a perv, then leave. If you want to come in and help Andre release me, then you’re welcome to have a couple minutes of our time. Andre will break the ward on this room for you.” I clutch the blankets, my voice high and drawn out with my moans. I wait in anticipation to see what Zade chooses to do.
Zade’s light dims but he doesn’t move from the window. Surprising the fuck out of me, Andre lifts me up and carries me, still humping me like it’s in his nature to fuck me regardless of interruption. Flinging open the curtain, I tip my head up and laugh, catching Zade’s shocked expression as I hang like a damn sex doll attached to Andre.
“Get undressed to enter our room.” Andre sears the marking on the wall by the window, breaking the barrier.
Grabbing the front of his shirt, Zade strips it off and climbs through the window as if he’s caught by his dick on a line that Andre reels to us. Plopping down, Andre sits with me on his lap, purposefully grabbing my knees and giving Zade one helluva show. Dante and Kase are going to beg for a replay later once they hear about this. I can’t even speak as he bounces my body onto his, now sitting on his tail so it can still reach my ass.
“Show her your cock. She needs to cum at least once more. My body won’t release her otherwise.” Damn it, does Andre’s command drive me wild.
I bite my lip and watch as Zade remains silent but does what he asks and finishes undressing. My hands stretch out without my consent, and I wiggle my fingers, trying to bait the blushing angel to come closer. His abs ripple, his eyes wandering from my body taking a devil’s pounding to my face where he might mistake my look of pleasure for pain until he truly understands me.
“Do not deny her after everything Heaven put her through. You know that we’ve lost and if this makes her forget that you belong to a legion of righteous bastards, then you’ll do whatever it is she wants...or leave.” Once again, Andre growls the words and sends tingles bursting through me.
Zade steps closer, his chest heaving. Licking his lips, he stands beside us and brings his hand up like it’s now him who has lost the ability to control his need to touch me. “Tell me what to do to help her. I’m unsure of how to proceed.”
“She likes it rough. A bit more pressure on the side of her clit. Back and forth in a fast, consistent motion. It makes her cum the quickest. If you prefer to draw it out, use three fingers and rub her up and down and softer.” Andre drags his hand across my hip and between my legs, my body stretched and giving a clear view without even having to spread my lips. “Like this.”
Oh, fuck.
I jerk back in his arms and nearly knock him onto his back, the sensation zapping me with immense pleasure and on the verge of exploding. It’s intense enough to knock my questions from my mind, because I really want to fucking know how he is already familiar enough with what I enjoy. Maybe Kase or Dante told him.
The second Zade summons his bravery, he does what Andre instructs, and I scream and arch again, scaring the fuck out of Zade. Andre roars a laugh and snatches his arm, tugging him back to us.
“You don’t fucking stop when that’s her reaction. We don’t deny orgasms in this room.” Andre bounces me harder and faster, his cock pulsing and stretching me, still unable to pull out more than an inch or two.
Zade takes a breath, closes his eyes, and rubs my clit again, nearly lighting up the room with his glow. I reach out for him and stroke my wet hand across his cock, setting him off. He gasps and grunts in surprise, shocked by the pleasure I arouse in him that he doesn’t even know what to do as he explodes with an orgasm right onto my clit.
The shock of his heavenly load burst bliss through me as if he went and sent my damn vagina to Heaven for a second, and once again, I squirt. And not just a little bit. I soak Zade right back, the clear liquid glistening off his sexy body.
Both our orgasms ignite the power Andre needs, and my whole body quakes with his cumming. The pressure eases between my legs, and he manages to slide out, his massive cock, dripping as bad as I am.
“Whoa,” Zade whispers under his breath, still clutching his cock. He unveils his white wings and ruffles his feathers like he needs to assure himself his wings are still there.
“Ready to join us?” Andre asks, scooping me up and taking me to the small bathroom.
I can’t think or speak or do anything in the moment except replay the pleasure he gave me over and over again. Zade stands in the doorway, watching in silence as Andre takes his time wiping me off and cleaning me off. He must’ve had some lessons in how to handle me after such a pounding from Dante, because I love how attentive he is.
He even stops to hug and kiss me and whisper his love and appreciation in my ear as Zade tries to pull himself from the lust still hanging in the air. Starting the tub, Andre throws some scented powder in, ignoring Zade as he finishes up.
Should I be embarrassed that I’m sitting on the damn toilet in front of a devil and angel after getting my thoughts fucked out of me? Maybe. But I’m beyond caring. They’re beyond the scope of humanity and they know my body has different needs.
I quickly finish cleaning myself up and stand, wobbling on my feet. Andre comes to my side and lifts me back into his arms. Zade finally clears his throat, realizing that the only way any of us will say anything is if he speaks first. He was the one to creep around outside after all.
“Raven,” he finally says, whispering for my attention.
I force my gaze away from Andre and give Zade a long look as he stands all sticky and glistening completely naked, not bothering to hide himself.
“I just want to say that—”
Andre growls and lunges at him, grabbing him by the throat. My side hits Zade’s stomach as Andre doesn’t let me go “Your next words better not be an apology about Elias. That would be a slap in the face because you did nothing to stop it. You stood by and did nothing.”
“I had no choice. I couldn’t stand against Heaven, nor could I help you. I had to stand by and do nothing or risk my wings.” Zade tightens his jaw. “Please, I just wanted to come here and let you know that I had nothing to do with the attack. I did not agree with what Cassius allowed to happen.”
Anger hits me hard and fast, and it’s me who grabs him next, yanking his hair with my fingers. “You didn’t agree! You fucking didn’t agree! Yet you are still on Heaven’s side? Why? Tell me fucking why?”
His eyes glass over. “I—”
The room rumbles and quakes, cutting off his words. I whip my head toward the bedroom and listen as the familiar sound of the Hell portal opening up crackles through the air. I shove against Zade and wiggle, finding my strength to ignore the good ache in my body and hop from Andre’s arms. It’s Micah. He’s back. He swore to me he wouldn’t return until he found Elias’s soul, and it’s been the longest week of my existence.
“Raven,” Zade says, trying to grab me. “Wait, please.”
Andre growls and shoves him against the wall. “She has been fucking waiting.”
I yank away and switch between jogging and hobbling like I still have a damn tail up my ass, rushing as fast as I can to the hallway of our new townhouse. Zade is the only angel we allow within miles, and all demons are instructed to attack on sight. Before, I’d feel bad. But now? I plan to see them all crying and begging for mercy in Hell. I look forward to the day I can stand in front of them and deny them like they had me.
“Micah!” I call, heaving a breath.
I don’t make it all the way into the living room as Kase steps in my way, a frown knitting his brows together. A few feet behind him, Dante tightens his jaw. He tries to remain expressionless, but the green flash in his eyes screams at me that something is incredibly wrong.
I whip my attention toward the glowing fire and catch sight of Micah and Lucian quietly arguing with each other.
My heart freefalls into my stomach as their gazes jerk to mine.
Lucian scowls and disappears, abandoning us and jumping back through the portal into Hell.
“Spit it out right now. Where the fuck is Elias?” I ask, my voice quaking. “If I find out that one of Lucian’s bitch-ass minions has him, I’m going to destroy his kingdom.”
Micah opens and closes his mouth and shakes his head.
I flick my gaze to Kase and Dante and back again. Andre comes up behind me without Zade, probably scared off. “Okay, he’s not a demon’s bitch. That’s good.” It takes everything in me to keep prying. “So where is he?”
Again, Micah doesn’t respond.
Dante steps closer, taking charge of the situation. “Raven, I don’t want you to freak out, because this is a good thing in the long run.”
I blink my eyes, trying to control my emotions. “Just fucking tell me.”
Dante opens his arms, quietly asking me to step into them. “When a mortal’s life is brutally taken before its time the way Tamia took his, a soul gets reborn and the cycle continues. The same happens for those who take their own lives. It takes someone of either terrible darkness or pure light to end a cycle when they die outside of their time. Elias was unbound and teetering between Heaven and Hell. His decision to protect you is most likely why it happened. Like I said, this is a good thing.”
My mind whirls with a thousand thoughts, and I clutch his shirt between my fingers. “How? How is this good? Elias is gone! He’s gone and could end up anywhere in the fucking Mortal Realm. Even if we find his soul...I’m fucking thirty-four! It’ll be like nineteen years before he’s an adult. He could be anyone.”
“He can also still take a throne,” Micah says, getting the nerve to speak.
My heart aches, and the edges of my vision shadow.
I want to scream and tell them that I don’t care about that. I care about my soulmate and the life that we had together now. The one that will stay with me for eternity. Who knows what will happen in twenty or thirty years. I could die before then.
There is no point in arguing or telling them how I feel.
There is nothing I can do.
Bowing my head, I let my burning tears sprinkle over the floor.
“We will find him. We’ll do whatever it takes,” Kase says, hugging his arms around me and Dante.
If only they could rewind time.
Because in this moment, even knowing we have another chance to help humanity and Elias isn’t trapped as a soul in Hell, I can’t help feeling selfish. I can’t help wanting Elias as he was. As we were together. And I damn well can’t stand the thought of being without him for what could be the rest of my life.
“Raven?” Andre whispers from behind me. “Say something.”
I suppress my anger the best I can, trying not to scream my anger. “I—I have nothing to say. It is what it is.”
My chest tightens and something dark rises in my soul.
It steals my light.
It devours me whole.
To be continued…
Thank you so much for reading Her Darkest Devils! To find out what happens to Raven and her devils next, check out Her Sinful Saints, the fourth installment of The Seven Sinners of Hell’s Kingdom.
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