“No abrupt shifts in personality?” Darc asked. He had witnessed the Devil's near-return and it had left him understandably wary.
“Nope. No horns or wicked grins either. Oh, and Raph says hi.”
“How's he doing?” I asked.
“Same.” Cerberus shrugged. “All's pretty quiet on the Angel front.”
“Then don't bother. That is, unless youwantto go back and hang out with your new buddy,” I teased.
“He's a good guy,” Cerberus went serious. “If it had been him in that love spell with you, he'd still be here, El. Nothing could make him leave.”
“Yes,” Declan drawled, “that was exactly what we were trying to avoid.”
Cerberus made a thoughtful sound. “So, you guys got what you wanted.”
“How's that?” Gage asked.
“You got a guy to whisk in and save Elaria, then leave when it was all over.”
An awkward silence followed.
“What I say?” Cer asked.
“Yes, we got what we wanted,” Darc said grimly. “Unfortunately, our wife got hurt in the process.”
Cerberus snorted and shot back his drink. “Be careful what you wish for, eh?”
“Lucifer would have been better,” Banning grumbled to the other guys. “She wouldn't have fallen for him. Not really.”
My men exchanged guilty looks.
“Cerberus, thank you for coming to help.” I stood up.
“Huh?” Cerberus blinked. Then he looked at the morose men. “Oh!” He surged to his feet and hugged me. “Anytime, El.” To the guys, he said, “I'd better get back to Freya. She was already pissed that I was spending all that time with Lucifer.”
The men made their goodbyes and Cerberus took off.
“Come on then.” I headed for the stairs. When I climbed the first step but heard no footsteps behind me, I turned to look over my shoulder. “Does no one want to make it up to me by having wild sex?”
The men jumped to their feet and rushed me. I laughed and headed upstairs to the bedroom, removing clothing and tossing it back to them as I went. The jeans had to wait until I made it to the bedroom—shimmying out of jeans while climbing stairs is a talent I haven't mastered yet—but as I worked them off, the men had the time to divest themselves of their clothing.
I grinned at what seemed like miles of muscles before me, then ran to the bed and leapt onto the mattress. Six gorgeous men converged on me and I determinedly pushed all thoughts of Verin out of my mind. It wasn't all that difficult to do when their mouths met my skin and my hands roamed over theirs.
Slate wedged himself near the top of the bed and took my face in his hands. My hand went to his sculpted chest, fingers trailing from smooth skin to tight nipple as his lips met mine in a passionate kiss. Banning latched onto my right breast, just down from Slate, and Torin massaged and kissed my thigh next to Bann.
Across from them, Declan lounged against the headboard while I idly stroked his shaft, gathering the moisture at the tip to rub over his warm, hard length. Down a little from him, Darc had my other breast and was sucking ardently at my nipple. As if the sensation of two hot tongues flicking and twirling around my nipples, another lashing against mine, light kisses trailing up my thigh, and a slick cock filling my fist weren't enough—as if my body wasn't already trembling with ecstasy overload—Gage bent my right leg out to the side, up against Darc, and set his mouth to my core.
With gentle but firm strokes, Gage soon had me writhing. The wet heat of his tongue sliding over and then inside me and the movement of his lips against my tender flesh—it was all heaven. But combined with the suction at my breasts, Slate's masterful kiss, and the tickle of Torin's fingers between the cheeks of my ass, it became too much for me. I screamed into Slate's mouth and went rigid with rapture—back arching and legs trembling. The men continued their ministrations, their love moving through our bond to soften the blinding pleasure into something sublime.
Slate eased away from our kiss to say, “Wet my cock for me, baby. I want to fuck that sweet ass of yours.”
I moaned eagerly as Slate got to his knees and presented me with his beautiful, blushing, brutally solid shaft. I leaned forward and slid my mouth over him, lips stretching around his girth, as the other men moved around the mattress, preparing for a new position. After all of this time—and with the help of the RS' bond—they could perform as if they had one mind. I took my time laving Slate's cock until it was completely slick before I released him, his clean, mineral scent filling my nose. I breathed deeply of that intoxicating aroma before easing back onto a pillow. Slate leaned down to kiss me once more, then he rolled me away and onto Darc.
I straddled Darc's hips and went straight for his mouth. The other men waited patiently, giving us a moment to connect. With my breasts grinding against his hard chest and my sex sliding over his even harder cock, I moaned into his mouth. Darc's kiss was softer than Slate's—an adoring slide and retreat and return for more. As he teased me with his tongue, he reached between us to guide himself inside me. I helped him by swirling myself over him, then sank down all the way, gasping and jerking upright with the amazing feeling of having him inside me. Darc's hands went to my hips to steady me as I began to ride him. I couldn't look away from his sparkling sapphire stare, full of love.
But then Slate was behind me, his knees set outside of Darc's and his chest sliding up against my back. As I leaned back onto his shoulder, his hands came around my waist and moved up to massage my breasts. Slate angled his head to kiss me as I ground onto Darc, his shaft hitting that magical spot. Easing out of our kiss, Slate drew his hands away from my breasts to push gently on my back, urging me forward onto Darc. I smiled down at my husband before kissing him, falling into the tenderness of our moving mouths as Slate nudged carefully into that other place.
In and out, little by little, gently sliding deeper and deeper, Slate united us, making me moan into Darc. Finally, Slate slammed all the way in. I lifted my head and cried out. With their strong hands holding me steady, I went still and let the men move us toward completion. One went in while the other out, the delicious, never-ending fullness sending my body into a twitching state of anticipation. Of clawing need. Around us, the other men waited—muscular chests rising and falling with their panting breaths, hot stares roaming my body, and large hands pumping their weeping erections. As I crested, I bent my head to Darc and kissed him through my release. Seconds later, he moaned into my mouth and emptied into me. I collapsed forward, shivering, and Darc cradled me against his chest while Slate kept thrusting.
