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“Oh, please,” Asher said. “I’m a much better cook than my asshole brothers, and I raided all over the country to stock this kitchen on my downtime. What do you want? I’ve got lasagna, soup, and Dice isn’t wrong… I make a mean quiche.”
I was so hungry. I couldn’t even pick. Would having all three at once be an option? I had a history of eating everything in sight when I got this hungry and then passing out with puppy belly. Though I had kind of promised my boyfriends an orgy.
“What heats up the fastest?” I moaned.
Dice, Aeron, and Leif all told me to just pick the damn quiche, so that’s what I went with. Asher had moved some of his Costco hauls here. I had about a million questions about why he was just revealing this place to us now when he clearly didn’t want us having sex in his monument. Why was he even sleeping on that ratty mattress when he had this place and could teleport?
I had questions, but I was also hangry. I went with the quiche.
Chapter 33
Asher was a fantastic cook. I’d had my food, my blood sigil angel energy shot, and now it was time to get down to business. I’d had sex with three of the Four Horsemen plenty of times and in many different positions. I’d been shared by them before. This was not my first Horseman orgy… so why was I nervous as fuck about this? It wasn’t just because Asher was joining the mix.
This was worse than my first time having sex. I had jumped straight into that, just to get it over with, and it was just as bad as you can imagine when you do it that way. All three Horsemen were excellent in bed. I was pretty sure the asshole Horseman of Conquest would be no different. He was probably one of those assholes that knew how to fuck my brains out.
We’d been going on about my painting since I saw it and I’d been denying it was ever going to happen this entire time. But the painting came true, like most of my paintings did, just not in the way I expected. The Horsemen still wanted their orgy, and I’d usually never say no to that with them. So, why was I so fucking shy about it now?
Asher glared at his brothers.
“You assholes can wait. I’m not having my first time with Ariel as a foursome. You okay with that, Speedy?”
“Shit, I don’t know why I’m so nervous about this.”
Asher did a very non-asshole thing and surprised me. He scooped me up and carried me to this massive bed. He laid me down delicately and started giving me the best massage of my life.
My shoulders were unbelievably knotted from the hours spent hunched over, tattooing people. I used to have someone I went to so they could work the kinks out. They were good. I paid them a lot of money, and I always left feeling better. Asher was somehow even better. He had hands the size of catcher’s mitts, and he knew how to use them.
I melted into a pile of goo on the bed, and my nervousness washed away. I let out this little moan as he worked his way down my legs and started rubbing my feet.
“Oh, my lord, you give good massages for someone who was such a dick to me at first.” I moaned.
“I have a lot to make up for. I’ll always be an asshole, but I’m fiercely loyal, and I intend to spoil you rotten.”
“You’ve done a damned fine job of that so far, and you’ve only been doing it since we got here.”
Asher started kneading my shoulders again and then began nibbling on my ear.
“Oh, I’ve barely gotten started, little Nephilim.”
“You’re planning on killing me tonight, aren’t you?”
“La petite mort, ma Cherie.”
I don’t speak French, but I knew exactly what that meant. Asher was just rubbing my back and biting my ear, but it was like he’d struck a raw nerve in my entire body. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Ihadto kiss him.
I wrestled him off my back so that I could turn around. I yanked him down to me and wrapped my legs around his waist. I had a request, and I didn’t know how kinky Asher was. The rest of the Horsemen were pretty fucking kinky though, so I felt confident asking.
I pulled away for a minute, long enough to look him in the eye.
“Can we do this with you wearing your trench coat?Justthe trench coat?”
“Ha! See assholes? The ladies find the trench coat sexy!” Asher yelled at his brothers.
“You look like angel Batman and Speedy has always been kind of weird,” Dice said.
“Yeah, I’m weird. I own that. The trench coat is sexy, and I want Asher to fuck me in it.”
Asher hopped off the bed. He was out of his clothes in seconds. He used his angel pockets to pull his trench coat out of thin air and slipped it on. Asherownedthat coat, and he looked even better naked than when I was picturing it in my head and thinking what a pity it was he was such a dick.
