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Her thighs slammed either side of my head, and she rolled her hips. I growled over her clit, and gripped her hips, holding her where I wanted her, spread out like a fucking sacrifice to a dark god beneath me. Judas pressed her down too, his mouth moving over her breasts, licking and sucking them with a lot more tenderness than I would ever be capable of. When she made that soft sound again, I slid two fingers up her soaked slit and jammed them inside of her, making her scream, though Judas slipped his hand over her mouth so we didn’t bring the fucking cavalry in here. I moved my lips to her clit and sucked it hard, and her muffled screams reverberated around the room, settling over my skin with a sick satisfaction. She creamed against my face and I smiled. Fuck yeah.

She was looking up at me with wild fucking eyes, but there wasn’t a hint of fear there. I met Judas’ eyes, and there was such raw lust there that I wanted to lean across the woman between us and punish him with a kiss.

Instead, I bent forward and kissed Serendipity, knowing that battering her lips with mine would punish us all. Her hands slid around my shoulders and she pierced her nails into my skin. I hissed and my cock got even fucking harder. I rolled so I was on my back, my hands sliding down to her hips, trapping her in my grasp. I rubbed her wet little pussy against my stomach, and she moaned. I spotted the moment she realized I was still in my jeans. Her face screwed up in outrage. It was fucking adorable and I hated it. Still, I let her go as she scooted down my body to kneel at my feet. She unbuttoned my jeans, tugging them with impatient hands over my ass and down my thighs. I didn’t help. I made her work for it. She grunted in frustration as she tugged at my boxers, and I relented, lifting my hips so she could pull them off.

I was rewarded when she wrapped her soft hand around my cock. I moaned involuntarily, snapping my jaw shut on the sound. But when she leaned down and replaced her hand with her mouth, I couldn’t help myself.

“Fuck,” I whispered, as she slid me all the way into her mouth, sliding between those perfect lips. I thrust up into her mouth, grinning darkly as she gagged a little. It didn’t scare her though, she just rested two hands on my thighs and went back to it, sucking my cock like it was a direct link to my heart.

Fuck she was not wrong. Watching her pretty blonde head bobbing over my dick was doing something weird to my chest. I looked over at Judas, who was watching us both, his big dick in his hand as he stroked it, the angry head glistening precum. I shuddered. These two could murder me right now and I’d probably die happily.

My balls pulled up tight, and I breathed hard through my nose. Fuck, if she did that for much longer I was going to cum all over her pretty face, and I didn’t want that.

I grabbed her cheeks and pulled her off my cock with an audible pop. I gripped her arms, dragging her back up my body until she was laid right along me and my cock was nestled at her entrance. She looked down at me, those fucking violet eyes filled with wonder. It broke me.

I slammed my cock into her, going balls deep in one thrust. I groaned as her fucking tight pussy walls clenched around me, dropping my head back to the floor. My skin felt like it was too tight as I slid her up my dick and then dropped her back down again. Goddamn.

She moaned like a fucking beautiful whore and my black heart thumped hard in my chest. When Judas moved behind her, his hand running down her spine, she shivered against me as I thrust shallow and steady, making myself pull back from the precipice. I couldn’t drag my eyes from her face as he slid a finger up from her pussy, running it around the rim of her ass before slowly pushing it inside. She let out a whoosh of air, her eyelids fluttering. When he added a second finger, her muscles clenched around me and I fucking moaned right along with her. When he removed his finger and lined up his cock, I thought I was going to explode. But nothing compared to the low whine she made when he slid inside her ass, or the hard press of his cock against mine inside this beautiful fucking woman.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I started deep breathing through my nose. I was so fucking close. So I did the only thing I could think of, I started pounding into Serendipity like it was the end of the fucking world as we knew it. Judas somehow matched my rhythm, and she cried out like she was being murdered until she buried her face in my shoulder and bit down hard. Fuck, that was going to bleed.

When she came hard around me, I was lost. I filled her with my cum, buried as deep as I could. My body shuddered and jerked, as Judas continued to slide in and out of her ass, making her pussy flutter around me. If this fucker didn’t come soon, I was going to get hard again.

I looked over Serendipity’s shoulder at Judas, his head thrown back as he gave himself over to the feel of her tight ass around him. Fuck, he was so goddamn sexy, his muscles straining in his neck as his thrusts got wilder. Finally, he buried himself inside her and came, collapsing against her, barely holding himself up so he didn’t crush her between our bodies.

We were a sweating, panting tangle of problems. And I’d never felt more alive.

17

Solomon

We all studiously ignored what sounded like someone being tortured in the garage, mostly because when I walked toward the door, Dippy’s moan had echoed down the hall and made my dick as hard as stone. I didn’t interrupt though. One, because I didn’t think we’d reached the orgy stage in our relationship, though I was kind of excited for when that moment arrived. Two, because Judas and G needed to figure their shit out; with Dippy and with each other. If they needed to do that by giving our girl orgasms until I was worried the neighbors would call the cops, so be it. Marco had taken the kids for ice cream when the first sounds of sex had trickled down the hallway, so as far as I was concerned, they could bang like monkeys until they got it all out of their systems.

Cain had put their chinese food in the fridge, and hopefully they’d emerge eventually to eat. Or maybe they wouldn’t.

I climbed into the shower, desperate to ease the ache in my balls even if it meant tugging my cock like some pubescent fucking kid. I let the hot water slide down my body and pretended it was Dippy’s tongue.

I was glad those bastards were enjoying themselves while I was up here trying to forget Dippy’s sex noises so I didn’t get hard again. If they were going to be at it much longer, I’d have to go for a ride and come back when they’d worn themselves out.

After I’d put on some soft sweats and a long sleeve henley shirt, I padded on bare feet through the house towards the deck. I needed a beer, or maybe even several shots of something harder.

The night was clear, the wind cool but not unpleasant yet. I stepped out onto the back deck, my eyes finding Cain and Raph sitting around a lit fire pit. Cain had a wrapped Madoc in his arms, an empty beer bottle beside him.

He looked over at the downcast angel, who honestly looked fucking pathetic, like a dog who’d been kicked one too many times and no longer knew how to wag its tail. Cain eyed the other man, that empathy that the rest of the Horsemen lacked shining brightly on his face. People thought because I was the pretty one, that it made me more approachable. They were wrong. I killed easily and without remorse. I didn’t give a fuck if crackheads couldn’t feed their families or that pimps beat the corner girls. Until they turned up on Damnation’s doorstep, they were the makers of their own fate.

Not Cain though, he looked rough, like he’d stab you in a piss-stained back alley for your wallet and a buck twenty in change. But you’d be wrong. If I was a pretty monster, using my looks to lure you into my web, then Cain was the monster who checked under your bed and chased the other monsters away. A bleeding fucking heart and I loved him so much because of it. I was proud as hell that my Brother had maintained his heart when the rest of us had lost ours.

As if to prove my point, Cain turned to the Archangel beside him. “Can you hold Madoc while I go and get another beer?” he asked in a gentle voice, and the Angel startled when my Brother plopped the sleeping baby in his arms. He didn’t give Raph the opportunity to hand the baby back, instead standing up and striding away.

I stood in the doorway, watching them closely. Raph had been here a couple of weeks, long enough for us to decide he didn’t mean any harm to Dippy or the baby. But even the most docile house pet could turn around and bite you. So I continued to watch, even as Cain nudged by me as he walked through to the kitchen. He slapped my back on the way past, but I never took my eyes off Raph. He was staring down at Madoc like he could speak to the angelic baby. His face was soft, but his eyes were tortured as he catalogued the features of the sleeping child. He rocked him gently, unwrapping him slightly so he could see Madoc’s blue and gold tipped wings. He spread them wide, his fingers perfectly gentle as he marveled at them. I knew the feeling. Every time I saw them, I had to pull my jaw up off the ground.

“I don’t regret it, you know?” he said into the night air, and it took me a moment to realize he was talking to me.

I walked over, sitting beside him on the big, comfy chairs. “Saving Madoc?”

I don’t know how anyone could look at Madoc’s peaceful face and feel like he wasn’t the best thing to ever happen to the world.

He shook his head, leaning down to breathe in the scent of the baby. “No, saving Serendipity when she was this young. Defying Michael and by extension the Father by not,” he swallowed hard, “eradicating her.”

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