“Beat it, old man,” Death hissed as he eyed me like I was prey.
Lucifer stomped to my side. “Why you little fucking twerp!” He started at Death, but Con cut him off.
“Lucifer, he, for sure, should've phrased that differently. He’s the stupid one of the group. What he meant to say was that we need a minute alone with our mate to discuss… things.”
Lucifer glared at Death before he looked at me. “Lily Bear?”
It filled my heart to know my dad had my back, but I wasn't in any real danger with these men. “I can handle this, Dad.” I looked to the side and gave him a wink.
He took a step backwards, dusting himself off. “Fine. But I feel I need to say, if you hurt one hair on her head, I will make nonexistence look like a mirage you will never get to.” He nodded to us, then left out the door.
I felt like I needed to explain before anything continued. “Look, Levi came here for closure. I have been dodging him since we got here, and I needed to put on my big girl panties and admit where I’d done wrong, and to also make sure he understood why there would be no continuation with me and him. That I was more than happy with my mates, whom I love.”
I noticed Con's shoulders slump, and his eyes shone with understanding. Death and War looked like they didn't give a rat’s ass, but I kinda expected that from them. My eyes flicked to Fame, who looked like he was considering the validity of what I said.
His matter of fact voice filled the room. “While it fills me with rage that he has touched you, been with you before us, I can't fault you wanting to end it in a healthy, adult manner.”
I blew a breath out, relieved that he understood what I was trying to do. That I was trying to be better at emotional shit.
“But”—my head snapped up –“that doesn't excuse you touching that man, and therefore, you will need to be punished. Agreed?”
My mouth fell open, an argument on the tip of my tongue, but I thought about if it had been reversed. If they touched another woman or man like that, I would be pissed. I would still trust them completely, but a beast inside of me would rise up, wanting retribution. It was my job as their mate to assure them that I was only thinking of them in that way. That they were it for me.
I closed my mouth and slowly sauntered up to Fame, then I looked down and back up through my lashes, like I knew he liked.
“I've been a bad girl. Please punish me,Sir.”
He sucked in a breath of air, the only signal that I had affected him. He grabbed my chin roughly, tipping it up as he instructed me, “You are going to go up to your bedroom and lie on the bed completely naked and wait for us to decide on your punishment. Am I clear?”
His commanding voice caused my body to shiver, and need coursed through my veins, which kept my dominant side at bay, letting me take my punishment like a good girl. I quickly turned around and went upstairs.
As soon as I got to my room, I threw my clothes off like they were poison and got on the bed. Since he hadn't told me explicitly how he wanted me on the bed, I chose to be a little bad. I couldn't help it.
I lay back against the headboard and parted my legs, making it so as soon as they came into the room, they would get an eyeful of me playing with my glistening pussy. Then the games would begin.
I didn't have to wait long. I heard their footsteps come down the hallway and pause at the door before they opened it.
Con was the first one through the door, and when he saw me, he froze in the doorway. He bit his fist as he ogled my body with wide eyes.
He was quickly shoved though by War, who saw me in all my glory and said, “Fuck it,” stomping over to me like he was going to give me the brutal ride I was itching for.
“Stop!” Fame's command barked out, and War stopped, his face twisted up in pain. I could see his want and desire warring with himself about following through with the plan they decided on. I let a sultry smile cross my lips. War lunged for one of my sitting chairs and chucked it at the wall, smashing it to pieces with a roar and looked at me, heaving. I swear my pussy got wet from that little display. It was so hot how much he wanted me but was trying to stay in control.
Fame stepped up, hunger filling his eyes as he clenched his fists and mumbled to himself, “Next time, I will be more specific.”
I nodded and smirked in agreement in a sultry teasing voice, “Next time.” It was a silent promise that I would find a different way within his parameters to rile him up before my punishment every single ‘next time’ for the rest of eternity.
Death creeped around Fame, his eyes burning with desire as he stared at my pussy. He licked his lips before he remembered what the game was and straightened up, looking at me like I was going to pay for this. I couldn't wait.
“Lie on your back with your head off the edge of the bed.” Fame's voice caused me to pant, but I obeyed. “War, D.”
War stripped down fast and climbed on top of me. I lifted my head just enough to watch him stroke his huge, thick cock. His hand wasn’t even big enough for his monster dick. I licked my lips, and he winked at me as he grabbed my tits, pushed them together, and shoved his dick between them.
“Little goddess, your tits are so big, plump, and soft, they wrap around my cock perfectly.”
Before I could respond, long, lean fingers wrapped around my throat, forcing my head to tilt back over the side of the bed as a whiskey voice growled, “Now open up, demoness. I'm going to stick my dick so far down your throat, you won't ever think of touching another man again.”
I opened my mouth as he shoved himself fully in, causing my throat to constrict and I gagged. His grip on my throat loosened as he ran his fingers slowly up and down, caressing my throat while he was inside of it.
