“What do cats eat?” Shem asked. His voice was dark, but his green eyes were bright as he continued to stroke the wing of his angel.
Lilith’s lip curled in understanding, and she nodded once.
“Are you ready, Gabe?”
His citrine eyes flew open, and I had never seen him look so serious. “Yes. Fuck yes, I’m ready.”
Lilith gently cupped the side of his face and gave him a kind smile, much the same way she had when she had changed me. Shemhazai and I watched as rot bloomed over Gabe’s cheek. He screamed as the black mold consumed him. My heart rate accelerated as Lilith killed his angel and planted a new demon in his chest.
I waited for his wings to turn to rot, but to my surprise, they didn’t. When Lilith’s magic melted away, Gabriel stood as he had, with two pitch-black feathered wings. He spread them wide, frowning in confusion.
“I am the same, but the pain is gone…”
Hazai wrapped his arms around Gabriel’s waist and pulled him into his hips, kissing the side of his neck softly.
“You are not the same,” he purred, nipping at Gabe’s throat.
Lilith smiled. “Ravens see all and know all. They are the keepers of secrets and are spies for the dead.”
Shem ran his hands up Gabriel’s black shirt from behind. He hooked his fingers into the collar at his throat and pulled hard enough that a button snapped off.
“Are you going to keep our secrets, Gabe?” he purred, and Gabriel shuddered, nodding.
“Yes.”
“Good boy.” Hazai met my eyes over the raven demon’s shoulder. “Now strip. You’re going to make our queen come until she begs me to let you stop.”
“Normal is just a setting on the washing machine.”
—TATE LANGDON, AMERICAN HORROR STORY: MURDER HOUSE
Iglanced at Ramel, shocked that he seemed completely unphased by Shemhazai’s order.
He smirked at me. “Don’t look so surprised, deathtrap.”
“You’re okay with this?” I asked, wanting to make sure, and he nodded.
“Hazai and I have discussed it. Gabriel may touch you, but only with our express permission.”
I looked back at Gabriel, who was flushed so red I nearly felt bad for him, but the straining bulge in his pants told me that he was nearly as excited as I was. “Is this his… his first time?” I asked, and the raven demon’s face grew even more red. Shemhazai chuckled.
“I suppose it is, and it will be a time to remember. What better way to prove his loyalty than by pleasuring our queen?”
“I thought this was supposed to be a punishment,” I pointed out, confused. Ramel chuckled darkly and sat on the bed, gesturing for me to sit between his legs.
“Oh, deathtrap. It is. Gabriel is going to make you come until you can’t possibly imagine coming again. I wonder how many orgasms it will take until you beg us to let you rest?”
I sat in his lap, shivering as he slid his hands between my thighs, spreading my legs open and hiking up my silk nightgown, exposing me to Shem and Gabe.
“And when you beg me to let him stop, I’ll bite you until you’re shaking with need, and then I’ll watch him make you come again.”
He stroked his hands gently on the insides of my thighs while kissing his bite mark, which was still pulsing with a deep sort of primal pain.
“You’re okay with this, Gabe? You can say no if you want,” I said gently, and Shemhazai laughed.
“No, he can’t. He’smine;that was the deal.” His eyes flashed as he ripped open Gabe’s shirt, and buttons rained on the hard stone floor. “Strip, then get on your knees, little bird, and crawl to our queen. If you please me, maybe I’ll let you come, too.”
We all watched Gabriel to see what he would do. Finally, he smiled at Shem, his expression bordering on a challenge. He maintained eye contact with the cat demon as he undid and stepped out of his pants.
