Fuck reality. Fuck social norms and expectations, fuck guilt and fear. There’s something I want from him, and I’ve decided to take it.
The Angel can see it in my face as we sing the final verse together. I know he understands what I crave, because the glow of worship inhis eyes intensifies to a wicked hunger. He keeps playing, and I let all the reckless desire of my soul soar through my voice.
I glance at Raoul, and so does the Angel, both of us looking to him at the same moment, our hearts pulled by the same cord. Raoul’s cheeks are red, his green eyes soft and bright. I don’t see fear in his gaze. If it’s there, desire has temporarily eclipsed it. Wherever we go right now, he’ll go, too.
We end the song, and before the music has ceased vibrating in the air, the Angel steps around the keyboard and hauls me against him. I reach out one hand to Raoul, and when his fingers brush mine, I pull him close.
But I kiss the Angel first.
His lips have always belonged to me. They are firm and smooth, tender and rough all at once. He tastes of salt and pine trees…of wind, wilderness, and the darkness of long-forgotten tombs in a forest by the sea. My tongue explores the cave of his mouth, the lines of his teeth, the shape of his tongue.
Then, with the Angel’s taste still on my lips, I kiss Raoul.
He’s like coming home—the home I always wished for. Soft, warm, welcoming. There’s a honeyed sweetness to him despite all the bitterness he has endured. Bullying at school, cruelty from his family—somehow none of it tarnished that pure, honest innocence. Affection for him wells up inside me as I press kiss after cherishing kiss to his precious mouth.
Then Raoul gasps, a fractured groan slipping from his lips. The Angel is rubbing his hand over Raoul’s boxers, caressing the prominent shape of his dick.
I take advantage of their momentary distraction to remove my top. It’s almost comical how quickly their attention snaps back to me, drawn by the sudden exposure ofboobs. Mine aren’t large, butthat doesn’t seem to matter to either Raoul or the Angel—they’re equally entranced.
Slowly, I walk up the steps to the bed, pushing the curtains all the way back before climbing onto it.
Raoul and the Angel are both naked by the time they reach me. Raoul arrives first, and after he sets his glasses aside, I let him peel my leggings off. We sit together naked among the sheets, instinctively waiting for direction from the Angel.
He stands at the end of the bed, his hips tilted with the casual grace of a classic marble statue. He’s fully erect and fully in control, the dominant one among the three of us.
I’m actually doing this. Withbothof them. We didn’t discuss it, didn’t lay down any rules. We simply decided.
The Angel glances down at his cock. It’s a silent command that Raoul obeys instantly, crawling to the end of the bed. Raoul has a lovely ass, round and perfect, and I can’t resist following him, caressing those smooth cheeks as he circles the base of the Angel’s cock with his hand and tucks the head into his mouth.
While he sucks the Angel’s cock, I explore Raoul’s body with my hands. He’s lean and toned, but not as muscular as the Angel, softer in places. He quivers when I run my fingers through the groove between his ass cheeks. I tease the tight hole there, then stroke the sensitive skin beyond it, at the base of his balls.
Raoul turns from the Angel, his lips wet, and he lunges for me. We collide, kneeling upright on the bed, our bodies seamed together from thighs to lips. The hot, hard length of him slips into the space between my thighs, slotted against my pussy. He rocks his hips, and every glide is a tantalizing spiral of pleasure, pushing me higher, closer to the peak.
My head falls back, a gasp of exquisite bliss escaping my mouth.I glance at the Angel, half expecting jealousy, but instead he’s grinning with a lustful malevolence that sends a tingling thrill through my lower belly.
“Lie down, Christine, and open yourself for him,” commands the Angel.
I stretch out on the bed on my back, thighs open. The Angel walks around to the side of the bed, seats himself beside me, and reaches for my breast. When he touches me, the wondering bliss on his face sends another pulse of pleasure through my body.
He sweeps his palm over my breast, then squeezes lightly, almost experimentally. No wonder he’s a little tentative. I doubt he’s been with anyone since he was put into this human form, and before that, he was imprisoned for centuries. There’s a cautious glee in his eyes as he explores my breasts, as he leans down to take one of my nipples in his mouth.
Raoul follows his example by burying his face between my legs. At the first strong flick of his tongue over my clit, I squeal breathlessly. “Shit! Oh, shit…”
“That’s right, little poet,” croons the Angel. “Use that clever mouth.”
Two gorgeous men have their mouths on me. I’ve never experienced such unbearable heights of overstimulation. It’s fucking exquisite, and it’s a delicious kind of mental relief because I literally cannot think about anything else. No worries exist in my head. If there is an outside world, its problems cannot touch me. There is only the Angel’s warm hand cupping the underside of my breast, feeding my nipple into his mouth, while Raoul’s tongue dances and swirls through my pussy.
The delicious torture takes me to my limit faster than I expect. Every surge of pleasure builds on the next, and I gasp with each swelling pulse, sensing the oncoming explosion.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper, my chest heaving beneath the Angel’s tongue.
He lifts his head, slides his hand up my breastbone and around my throat, the lightest of holds. “Come for us, then,” he murmurs. “Come forme.”
Raoul hums against my sex, lashing his tongue deeper, faster, and I come with a violent arch of my spine and a shrill scream that echoes off the walls of the canal room. The Angel watches me, his eyes ravenous and demanding, his hand still clasping my throat. During the throes of the orgasm, my fangs emerge for a moment, but I manage to retract them. Much as I would love to mark both of these men with my fangs and take their blood into myself, I don’t want to ruin our fun by introducing my monstrous side.
I don’t want Raoul to be afraid of me.
As my breathing slows, the Angel leans down and kisses me with a firm possession that makes me shiver with delight.
