Gabriel’s hips continued to buck against Lilith’s face, and Lilith sucked Gabriel’s clit hard as her fingers brushed against the slight rough spot inside the Archangel that signaled Lilith had found her target.
Gabriel stiffened and cried out as Lilith mercilessly massaged the spot she’d found and continued to suck and swirl her tongue over the clit between her lips.
A hard slap of energy surged through Lilith as Gabriel’s orgasm poured over both of them, triggering Lilith’s own release and ripping a scream from her lips.
The orgasm and energy influx went on and on until Lilith thought she would shatter from the exquisite torture of it. But finally, the wave of sensations lessened and receded leaving her body with a warm hum of afterglow.
Firm hands on her ass reminded Lilith that she and Gabriel weren’t alone—nor were they finished. Lilith raised her head from Gabriel’s pussy and glanced behind her to see Raphael’s cock hard and ready, his gaze so black, his eyes didn’t look real.
She smiled as her pussy clenched in anticipation of his thick length pushing inside her. Movement just beyond Raphael caught Lilith’s attention and she glanced past him to see Uriel still sitting on the couch, his slacks open, his hard cock in his hand, his expression filled with an equal combination of lust and self-loathing.
“You could join us any time you wish, my lord Uriel,” she said loudly enough so she was sure he heard her.
His gaze found hers, but he made no move to join them, which sent renewed hurt and anger spiraling through Lilith. She raised her gaze to Raphael’s. “I want you inside me, hard and fast. No holding back. I’m not a fragile human—I can take whatever you have to give.”
Uriel’s deep growl sounded through the room, and Lilith ignored it.
She turned back to face Gabriel, who scooted down the bed so she lay flat on her back. Lilith smiled and crawled on top of the woman, lowering her weight so she lay in the cradle of Gabriel’s hips, their breasts pressing together, so they were soft female flesh against soft female flesh. Lilith lowered her lips to Gabriel’s, slipping her tongue inside to let Gabriel taste her own essence on Lilith’s tongue.
Raphael grabbed her hips and lifted her until she was on her knees, her upper body still lying flush against Gabriel, her tongue still exploring Gabriel’s mouth.
The blunt head of Raphael’s cock nudged against her pussy as he settled himself behind her, the crispy hairs on his legs against the back of her thighs a definite contrast to the soft, smooth female beneath her.
Raphael traced the head of his cock up and down her slick slit before he slid just the head inside her.
Raphael’s thick cock stretched her opening, teasing her with what was to come. She groaned into Gabriel’s mouth and arched her hips, wordlessly begging for him to thrust inside her, to fill her. Instead, he slid inside slowly, inch by inch until her entire body quaked with need and she panted too hard to continue her kiss with Gabriel.
Gabriel tucked Lilith’s face into the crook of her shoulder and nibbled her way over Lilith’s neck as she skimmed her cool hands over Lilith’s back, which only contributed to the quaking need rocking her body.
What seemed like an eternity later, Raphael pushed forward the last little bit, stretching Lilith wide, his pelvis pressed tight against her ass, the heavy sac of his testicles resting against her labia.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice tight with control that Lilith hoped to weaken.
“Fuck me. Hard.”
As if the words snapped the last of Raphael’s control he began to pound inside her, holding her in place with his two strong palms, stretching her sheath wide, the swollen head of his cock pounding against her cervix faster and faster as energy and arousal tightened inside her like two hurricanes joining forces. He was rough and hard, sparing her no quarter with attentions that would’ve damaged or even killed any mortal woman, and yet, Lilith reveled in it—even if she wished it were Uriel’s hard cock filling her instead.
Lilith held on to Gabriel like a safe haven in a storm and rode out the sensations that pounded against her as she sped toward her peak.
Each time pre-come would leak from Raphael’s cock and touch her inner flesh, her body would absorb it and a flash fire would erupt through her veins, speeding outward along every nerve ending in a breath-stealing rush. Gabriel’s cool fingers continued to skim over Lilith’s back and sides before dipping into her hair and massaging her scalp, while the Archangel’s teeth, tongue, and lips suckled at her neck.
Her body steadily tightened until her overtaxed system hovered on the fine line between pain and pleasure.
It was Uriel’s hoarse cry and the sudden scent of his come as it hit the air and not Lilith’s pussy where his essence belonged that pushed her over the edge.
She screamed into Gabriel’s neck as her orgasm slammed into her, the walls of her pussy squeezing Raphael’s cock as it continued to pound into her.
Mere seconds later, Raphael grunted as his cock convulsed inside her, his come shooting forward to set off a bright white explosion of energy behind her eyelids as if she’d been suddenly plugged into an electrical socket.
Dimly she was aware of Gabriel stiffening beneath her, the energy from the Archangel’s orgasm adding to the churning maelstrom inside Lilith while Raphael continued to pump inside her through his release.
An undetermined amount of time later, awareness trickled back into Lilith’s mind and she realized she was warm and more sated than she’d been in much too long. Strong arms held her close, the musky scent of nighttime deep inside the forest surrounded her, and she blinked open her eyes to find Raphael staring down at her.
“Lilith?” The steely concern lacing his voice was obvious.
She pushed away from his hold at the realization of what she had done, and what Uriel had watched—two of his fellow Archangels, who were closer to him than any family could ever be, had taken her together—and she’d enjoyed it. In fact, she felt more alert and alive than she had since the night she and Uriel had . . .
“Are you all right?” Raphael tried again.
She nodded and glanced past him looking for Uriel.
“He’s gone.”
Pain slashed through Lilith, squeezing her heart until she was surprised it still beat. She swallowed hard, pulling her composure around herself like a protective blanket before she raised her gaze to look into Raphael’s intelligent hazel eyes. “I think the energy from three Archangels at once was a little ambitious after surviving on less for so long.” She forced her lips to curve and hoped Raphael saw a smile rather than a grimace. “I think next time I shall ask Uriel to only watch me and one of you.”
Raphael’s gaze darkened, and he seemed about to say something, but then his lips firmed and he nodded once. “I shall return if asked in order to help Uriel meet his vow.” He stood, and as he dematerialized Lilith resisted the urge to cry.
4
As Jezebeth glanced
up and realized what Noah had suggested, she couldn’t help but giggle. A truck stop could very well be a Succubus Smorgasbord.
The sound of her amusement came out weaker than she’d like, but the fact that she still had enough energy to laugh gave her the freedom to wait and choose who she took sustenance from.
Noah had already made his disgust of her and her survival needs very clear back in the parking lot—even though she could smell the musky scent of his arousal that wafted through the cab of the truck. Her skin ached with longing in response to the scent. It was too bad he felt that way because the glowing aura of nearly white energy that surrounded him like a pulsing mist looked as if it could totally heal her even with minimal contact like a deep kiss.
He was attracted, but also repulsed.
Interesting, but definitely irrelevant.
Jez had never been ashamed of what she was and what she had to do to survive. That would just be a waste of time since there was nothing she could do to change it. But for some reason, Noah’s distaste as he’d looked at the two men lying in the truck had stung. He’d risked his life to help her, and for that she found she wasn’t willing to broach the subject of taking Noah’s energy unless she was near death and didn’t have any other choice.
She was used to seeing men only as a means to an end—survival. For the most part they were predictable, easy to manipulate, and totally uninteresting. But so far Noah was a puzzle that intrigued her.
She mentally shrugged and concentrated on conserving her energy for the task ahead.
“What’s so funny?”
Even in the near darkness, she could make out his small scowl of confusion.
“You said the truck stop is a Succubus Smorgasbord if I’m
willing
. There’s no ‘willing’ to it. I’ll take whatever we can find at this point.” Her words were still weak, but she was glad to hear an underlying thread of strength that hadn’t been there before. Pure stubbornness might help her hold out long enough to find more energy.
When the next exit loomed, Noah took it and drove toward the large truck stop that sat on the side of the freeway—a halfway point between nowhere and nothing.
Jez tipped down the visor and checked her appearance in the tiny mirror. Dark circles rode under her hazel eyes, which looked too big for her pale face. She looked like she’d had a hard night of partying and hadn’t recovered yet.
A large sigh escaped. She’d been in worse forms and still found those willing to offer her their sustenance. She combed her fingers through her hair and used most of the rest of her energy to remove the blood from her arm and clothes until she slumped back against the seat, wishing she could just close her eyes and sleep.
Noah pulled around to the back parking lot and parked among the large semitrucks scattered in the extra-long parking spaces. He turned off the ignition and pulled out the keys before glancing toward Jezebeth. “So, how should we do this?”
“We?” She gave him her best sardonic smile. “You’ve already made it quite clear how you see my need for energy.” Her words came out more cutting than she’d intended, but she was surprised when Noah winced. But when she glanced again, his expression was haughty and unforgiving, convincing her she’d only imagined it.
“Yes,
we
. I promised I’d take care of you and get you back to Lilith safe and sound. You’re nearly out of energy, so the least I can do is help you . . . find some.”
Jez huffed out a breath of sarcastic amusement. “Don’t go all noble on me. I’m sure the night of hot sex with Lilith was well worth everything you’ll have to go through to pay for it.” She reached for the door handle. That was usually Lilith’s side of the equation, and got the succubus queen whatever she wanted in return.
“I didn’t have a night of hot sex with Lilith.” Noah’s words were defensive and low.
Jez popped open the door and glanced back at him. “Don’t worry, when Lilith gives her word or makes a deal, she keeps it. You’ll get your night when this is done.”
Noah frowned as he studied her. “Why would I want to be just another fuck among billions? This is my payment for
not
spending the night with Lilith.”
Jez frowned trying to understand the meaning behind his cryptic words. She was tempted to ask him for clarification, but she was already light-headed and needed to find energy fast. Besides, the distaste in his voice was obvious, and his words echoed through Jez’s mind like an accusation.
Why would I want to be just another fuck among billions?
She winced as anger burned through her. Who the hell was this guy to judge her and her kind? He was a mere human, and while his aura was distractingly clean and white, she was sure he hadn’t taken any vows of celibacy or morality. “Then you’ll be relieved to know that I’m a bit more discerning than my mistress. You’ll never get any type of offer from me.”
Noah snapped his mouth shut as if she’d surprised him, and she enjoyed a small surge of satisfaction as she slid out of the truck and closed the door behind her.
The cold night air hit her from all sides, stealing her breath and slowly leaching her low reserves of energy. She leaned heavily against the truck as she gathered her strength for the walk into the truck stop.
Noah cursed as he jogged around to her side. She thought she caught the words “stubborn fricking woman” within his mumbles as he stopped in front of her. “Let me help you get inside. You’re still weak.” He took her arm in his and pulled her close against his side.
His body was warm and firm, the muscles of his torso flexing against her as he moved.
Why would I want to be just another fuck among billions?
She stiffened and pulled away from him. “I’m fine. It’s time for me to go look for one billion and one, so if you’ll excuse me.”
Noah recoiled as if she’d slapped him, an expression of surprise flashing across his features.
“Miss? Do you need any help?”
Jez turned to find a tall, lanky man in his mid-forties wearing a thick flannel shirt, jeans, and boots approaching them, his keys jangled in his right hand. He had dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a kind expression. But even more important, the hazy mist surrounding him was thick enough to call to her like a dark promise, and yet dark enough to show her that he might not take too much convincing to give her the sustenance she needed right here in the parking lot.
She didn’t look back at Noah, but instead willed her legs to hold her weight as she walked carefully forward toward the newcomer. “Actually, I could really use some help, if you don’t mind.” Jezebeth smiled up at him. “Maybe a ride?” She let her meaning show clearly in her gaze as it traveled down his body to center on the growing bulge just behind the fly of his jeans.
“Jezebeth . . .” Noah’s voice was a low warning behind her, and she ignored it, hoping he took the hint and shut up.
The man’s gaze flicked past her to Noah, and she could sense his primal protective instincts kicking into high gear. Humans were very territorial—especially about women. “Don’t worry about him,” she soothed the newcomer. “He just can’t accept that I’m not interested.”