His nostrils flared as his silver gaze devoured her naked form like a possessive caress, expressions of longing and pain slashing across his beautiful features.
Her nipples hardened into tight peaks and she narrowed her gaze, daring him to come closer, to take her as she wished.
But as he had since the last time he’d broken his vows and given into her temptation millennia ago, he swallowed hard and raised his gaze to hers. “What that I
can
give you do you wish for tonight, Lilith, Queen of the Succubi?”
She stared down into the swirling silver depths of his eyes as hurt and pain welled up inside her until she thought her chest might explode from the pressure. She wanted to scream, to hit him, to rail against her fate, to go back in time and let God end her existence with that first step out of the Garden.
Instead, she swallowed it all back and raised her chin. “I wish for whatever would hurt you most to watch, my lord Uriel.” Her voice came out hard and flat, and she was glad it betrayed none of her pain and churning emotions.
Uriel’s blond brows furrowed and he frowned, the tension in the room skyrocketing until it felt like static electricity nipping against her bare skin.
He slowly stood, their bodies so close, Lilith could feel the heat pouring off him, betraying his own churning emotions. She held her breath when he reached out to cup her face in his large palms, his thumb feathering over her bottom lip and sending waves of gooseflesh marching over her bare skin.
“You cannot wish for this, Lilith. Please . . . do not.”
“Will you take me, then?” she countered. “Will you put aside your fucking Archangel pride and vows and all the rest and love me as you wish to? Without guilt, without remorse, and without torturing both of us for another eternity afterward?”
“It is forbidden.”
She swallowed back her anger enough to bite out, “And yet, you’ve not been punished for our previous indiscretion.”
He met her gaze and pain sliced through her chest as she clearly read the answer in his eyes. “I cannot,” he said, confirming what she’d seen. “Lack of punishment doesn’t make it right, Lilith. As much as I wish it could be otherwise . . .”
She took a deliberate step back from him and squared her shoulders. “Then fulfill your promise, my lord. Fulfill the promise you made to me before God.” She reached up and cupped her breasts in her hands, tweaking the nipples and watching as his cock twitched inside his pants. She gritted her teeth, holding back the building ache of tears that had taken up residence in the back of her throat. “I wish for whatever will hurt you most to watch. And on your honor, I expect you to deliver it.” She sounded like a shrew—bitter and angry—and didn’t care.
Uriel swallowed hard, but then bowed his head as if unable to look at her. “So be it . . .
ahuvati
,” he whispered almost too softly for her to hear.
The endearment she’d yearned to hear for so long choked her, and she turned away, hoping to hide the tears that had finally escaped to run down her cheeks.
The temperature in the room flashed—like a blast of heat that dissolved into a blessed coolness across her bare skin, and then the hair on Lilith’s nape prickled.
She slowly turned, swallowing hard against the certainty of what she would find.
Two too-beautiful-for-words Archangels, a female and a male, light and dark, stood on either side of Uriel, who sat stiffly on the black couch, his expression unreadable.
Gabriel was the epitome of the female form with full but gentle curves perfectly matched with long, strong limbs and a sense of grace that Lilith had always envied. Silver blond hair spilled over her shoulders, and ice blue eyes made her seem even more ethereal in her white form-fitting pants and shirt.
Raphael was her polar opposite—short, spiky, dark hair and hazel eyes that darkened to black when he was angry. He stood nearly as tall as Uriel with wide shoulders, a powerful form, and a reputation for being a very inventive and generous lover. He wore black leather pants, steel-toed boots, and a simple black T-shirt that made him look more like the grim reaper than the Archangel with a reputation for being the soft-spoken fun-loving one of the bunch.
“Are you sure this is your wish, Lilith?” Gabriel’s ice blue gaze ran shamelessly over Lilith’s naked flesh before the Archangel met her gaze. “Raphael and I are more than happy to accommodate you separately or together, but you must be sure. Your being with us is using something of a loophole since Uriel’s directive to protect and care for you was given directly by our Father.” Gabriel pushed her long, silver blond hair back over her shoulder.
Lilith stared at Uriel as he and the others exchanged a significant glance, leaving her feeling as if something big was being left unsaid. But when all three returned their gazes to hers, she ground her teeth as anger flashed through her.
Fucking Archangels with their secrets and politics!
“This is my wish, and Uriel has vowed to grant it.” She brushed away her tears and noted the slight tightening of Uriel’s lips when she said the word “vowed.”
Uriel’s silver gaze rose to hers, and she saw a quick flicker of sadness and regret before the familiar blank mask he showed the world slid back into place.
“Both of us?” Raphael’s gentle voice brought her gaze to his and she forced herself to smile.
“Yes, both. Together,” she said anticipating his next question.
Raphael’s hazel eyes darkened to black and he exchanged a quick, knowing smile with Gabriel before they both turned back to Lilith.
The knowledge of what she was about to do both excited and repelled her. Her body ached for sustenance, and yet her heart ached for Uriel.
She refused to look at him as she beckoned to Gabriel with her index finger.
The angel came forward, unbuttoning her shirt with quick, graceful movements as she closed the distance between them. As the white, fitted shirt parted, it revealed pale, bare skin along with full, firm breasts tipped with wide peach-colored areolas and thick nipples that puckered as the air hit them.
Lilith’s own nipples tightened in response as she imagined what it would feel like to have her bare breasts pressed against Gabriel’s while they kissed. Lilith shuddered and let her gaze follow the Archangel’s movements as she slid the shirt down her arms and dropped it to the floor.
When Gabriel’s hands reached for the button of her pants, Lilith reached out to stop her. “Let me.”
Even without turning to look, she felt Uriel’s gaze burning into her, but she ignored it and instead met Gabriel’s gaze as she stepped close.
As soon as her breasts brushed against the plush, softness of Gabriel’s, arousal shot through Lilith’s veins like a sudden hit of heroin, and four distinct scents of arousal perfumed the air like dark, spicy musk.
Lilith closed her fingers over the front button of Gabriel’s pants while she leaned slowly forward to press her lips against the Archangel’s. Gabriel opened her mouth and energy poured into Lilith like water onto sand. She drank it in as she swept her tongue inside to taste the cool, lemony flavor that was Gabriel and enjoy the soft textures that went with kissing and caressing a woman rather than a man.
Gabriel slid her hands into Lilith’s hair, capturing her close, their breasts pressed between them, their nipples rubbing together in a soft slide of female flesh.
Lilith tilted her head to the side and let Gabriel take control of the kiss as Lilith finally slid the button on Gabriel’s pants free and made quick work of the zipper before hooking her fingers in the waistband and sliding the material down over Gabriel’s trim hips.
Lilith slid her hands down over Gabriel’s silky soft skin and around to cup the firm globes of the Archangel’s ass, pulling her tight against her own sex.
Whereas Lilith’s mons was totally smooth and bare, soft feathery hair at the apex of Gabriel’s thighs tickled against Lilith’s skin, making her gasp.
A groan broke from Gabriel’s lips and Lilith swallowed it, exploring the soft skin under her fingers, tracing Gabriel’s waist, spine, and back as if memorizing them. Then she slid her hands up into Gabriel’s hair and sighed at the sensation of plunging her fingers into soft, warm feathers.
Gabriel broke the kiss and stepped back, leaving them both panting as she kicked off her pants and shoes. “You taste of dark, forbidden spices, Lilith.” The angel’s ice blue eyes had darkened to the deep gray-blue of the sky before a storm. She glanced back at the two male Archangels.
Lilith followed her line of sight, her entire body still buzzing from the quick taste of Archangel energy. Uriel sat on the couch, his jaw clenched, the tent in his pants still very obvious.
Raphael pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor, catching her attention and diverting it from Uriel. Raphael grinned as if he’d read her thoughts and then toed off his steel-toed boots and peeled off his leathers to reveal an unbroken expanse of golden-brown skin and a long, thick cock that jutted out from his body.
He was an impressive specimen—one of God’s best representations of the male form—but still not half as beautiful to her as Uriel.
Lilith shoved the thought aside and smiled at Raphael as she motioned him forward as well.
He wasted no time as he strode across the room and pulled Lilith flush against him, his hard body pressed against hers as he captured her mouth and plundered, leaving her feeling as if she were being battered by an erotic hurricane.
She had the fleeting sense that he tasted like Irish coffee before she received the first burst of his energy—hot, quick, powerful—and her knees weakened. His large hands were everywhere, holding her up and locking her against him as his hard cock dug against her stomach.
Cool softness settled against her back just before her long hair was brushed aside and Gabriel began to nuzzle the sensitive area at the back of Lilith’s neck.
Gooseflesh marched over every inch of her and she moaned into Raphael’s mouth as both of the Archangels captured her between them, assaulting her with sensations that threatened to overwhelm her reality.
A steady flow of energy seeped into her from the skin-to-skin contact, and she felt like a balloon—slowly stretching to capture it all.
Raphael loosened his close hold on her, and Gabriel’s cool fingers traced around Lilith’s rib cage to cup her breasts and roll the nipples between long fingers. The combination of Gabriel’s fingers and Raphael’s coarse chest hair rasping against the sensitive tips sent fire shooting straight to Lilith’s clit. The tiny nub throbbed with the need to release and Lilith’s hips began to buck against Raphael faster and faster.
Gabriel nipped a path up Lilith’s neck, and her cool breath feathered against Lilith’s ear as the Archangel whispered, “I want your mouth on me, while Raphael fucks you and Uriel watches. Can you picture that, Queen of Temptation?”
The mental image flashed into her brain so vividly that Lilith’s body exploded, the orgasm catching her off guard, the contractions flowing through her like a row of tsunamis hitting every shore.
She was dimly aware of being carried to the bed and laid on her stomach. When she gathered the strength to raise her head, she found Gabriel sitting in front of her, the Archangel leaned back onto pillows propped against the headboard, her legs spread wide, her pussy covered with downy silver blond hair, the swollen folds already glistening with her arousal.
Lilith smiled as she met Gabriel’s gaze.
Lilith had been with countless women since her creation, but she wanted nothing right now except to taste what Gabriel so freely offered.
She crawled toward Gabriel and laid flat on her stomach until she could hook her arms under Gabriel’s thighs and lean her face in close to nuzzle the downy hair that covered the Archangel’s sex. Just like the hair on Gabriel’s head, these soft curls reminded Lilith of feathers or goose down. She nuzzled the hair with her nose, smiling when Gabriel squirmed and made an impatient noise deep inside her throat.
“Patience, Gabriel,” Lilith whispered against the swollen folds just before she swiped her tongue along the glistening slit in front of her.
A groan broke from Lilith’s throat, blending with Gabriel’s sharp gasp.
The taste that burst inside Lilith’s senses reminded her of a ripe plum, sweet and tangy, with soft juicy flesh under her lips and seeking tongue.
Gabriel leaned back, cupping her breasts in her pale hands, lightly pinching the nipples as she relaxed back and opened her thighs wider for Lilith.
Lilith chuckled at the Archangel’s eagerness before she buried her mouth against the Archangel’s sweet slit to taste her in earnest. Gabriel’s labia were soft and swollen under Lilith’s tongue, the wet flesh hidden by the nether lips slick with the Archangel’s arousal.
Lilith concentrated on exploring and finding each sensitive spot that made Gabriel’s thighs quiver or pulled a gasp or moan from her lips, and then ruthlessly exploited them. She ignored the Archangel’s clit and instead, dipped her tongue inside Gabriel’s pussy, exploring the textured walls of Gabriel’s sex, as her own hips bucked against the bed, her pussy aching to be filled.
Gabriel’s breaths came in short, urgent pants and Lilith’s entire body slowly tightened until it felt like she was about to explode. Lilith pulled her right arm from under Gabriel’s thigh and traced the Archangel’s slit with her fingers before slipping two fingers deep inside the tight, slick heat.
Gabriel arched, her hips bucking, her body wordlessly begging for release.
Lilith smiled as pure, heady feminine power spilled through her. She sucked Gabriel’s clit between her lips, swirling her tongue gently over the tight nub, enjoying the way Gabriel’s body quivered and the Archangel’s thigh muscles tightened under her grip. Lilith pressed her fingers deeper inside Gabriel’s pussy and then curved them up toward the pelvic bone, searching for the woman’s G-spot.