“Jerif prefers candles and fireplaces since he can control it,” Echo replies.
“Yeah, but what about TVs and internet? Or a working fridge and microwave? He can’t control all of that.”
“We have imps to cook for us, and we don’t have time for the other stuff. We’re always dealing with the Gate.”
For some reason, that makes me feel sad. “I’m sorry that you guys have had to struggle with this for so long,” I tell them. “I hope I can help lighten the load.”
Crux’s hand gives my leg a little squeeze. “You helped us the minute you agreed to try. Knowing now you’re a Nihil means we’ll probably be set. You’re more powerful than all of us, and I can’t see the Hellgate needing more than the five of us to keep it stable for a really long time.”
I lean forward and place a kiss on the side of his neck, making him hum in appreciation. “Good. I’m glad.”
Once again, Echo’s shadows open one of the doors, and Crux strides inside. He doesn’t stop in the bedroom though. I barely get a chance to take in the dark wood and forest green bed as he tosses my scythe on it before he heads right for the en suite bathroom.
The whole back of the space is a giant wet room made of dark gray tiles, with just a short glass half-wall separating it from the rest of the bathroom. There’s one large rectangular waterfall showerhead on the ceiling that spreads along the span of the wet space, and a few chrome handhelds installed on the wall.
Crux veers toward the gray countertops, backing up so he can set me down. I let go, my ass hitting the cold marble. My wings have to open up to fit, so the backs graze against the large mirror behind me. The guys stand in front of me, taking me in. I cross my legs and lean back on my hands, knowing very well how this position arches my back and juts out my breasts. The perky twins look good in this corseted bodysuit.
“You’ve got me up here...so what now?” I ask with a teasing, sultry edge to my voice.
Echo bites his lip. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and then...weeat.”
Fuck. I don’t think he’s talking about the food.
His shadows move out, spiraling over to the faucets in the wet space, making the lengthy showerhead on the ceiling start gushing steaming hot water.
“Come on, dirty girl,” Crux says, quirking a finger at me. “Let us help you wash the bog away.”
With a smile, I hop off the countertop and head for the shower, making sure to sashay my hips a little more than usual as I walk toward the water. I can feel their eyes on me, following every inch of exposed skin, and it makes me feel so sexy to be the center of their attention.
Excitement rushes through me because I know this is going to be good, but it’s more than the promise of amazing sex that has me panting and ready to squeal like a kid who just got a surprise puppy. There’s an ease to the way I am with them that I’ve never had before. I don’t feel shy or nervous or self-conscious. I just feel ready to take everything to the next level.
The thick glass of the half-wall separating the massive shower from the rest of the room supports me as I lean forward against it. I look over my shoulder and fix Echo and Crux with a look.
“I need to be unhooked,” I state in invitation, pointing to the clasps that have me caged into the corset bodysuit.
Neither one of them move, they just watch me hungrily until all of a sudden I feel Echo’s shadows move up my legs slowly, like he’s tracing his fingertips up the back of my calves, behind my knees, up my thighs. They tickle the globes of my ass and then skim up the center of my back. I feel the first hook and eye clasp on the corset come free, and then another, and another.
I look at the two demons over my shoulder, each clasp coming undone and sending a flare of sensation right between my thighs. They watch me, like I’m performing some erotic strip tease, captivated by my every breath. The lust and want wraps around us like a fog thicker than the steam filling up the room. I know that I’m so worked up, all it will take is one barely-there touch to any erogenous zone I possess and I’m sliding right into orgasm home base.
The last of the corset comes free and folds down, and I push the rest of it off my hips while reveling in the full deep breaths I can once again pull into my lungs. I pull the rest of the bodysuit all the way off very slowly. Every lift of my hip and wriggle of my ass purposeful, tailor-made to my audience. I want them as ready as I am.
When I’m completely bare, I walk around the glass partition and step under the water, turning around so that they get a full frontal view of me as water slicks down my body, steam pricking at my pointed nipples, my head falling back so that the water can wet my hair.
“Fucking Hell Rings,” Echo groans.
“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Crux puts in.
I open my eyes languidly, my lids hooded as I take them in. “Undress. Slowly,” I tell them. I want to get as much of a show as I gave.
Echo smirks, but his shadows come back to wrap around him, and he stands there motionless, once again letting them do the work. I watch them lift his shirt right off, and then I lick my lips as they curl into the waist of his pants, popping off the button and pulling them down.
I don’t play demure or shy. There are no games between us. I drink my fill of him unapologetically, enjoying every inch of his pale, corded body, loving the sight of the shadows that cover him, moving and slinking around like they’re waiting to reach for me.
He boldly wraps a hand around his proud, rigid cock, giving himself a slow stroke. It’s so fucking sexy seeing him hard and ready. When I see more clothes falling to the floor, my eyes move over to Crux, and I let out a satisfied hum. Tanned abs, a thin blond happy trail, and another hard cock jutting out to greet me.
I’m the luckiest fucking demon in all the Rings of Hell.
I study every curve and definition, taking them both in, trying to sear this picture into my memory. “Come play,” I invite, ready to touch and be touched.
