Chapter 4

Four

Tynan

“No, Bellinor. She’s going to feel ,” I correct him. “I want her to feel joy, pleasure, pain, and everything in between.” She needs to withstand pain, or else I’ll be the one to damage her, and we can’t have that.

“What are your plans?” Eamon circles her slowly, tugging on his cock slowly. His thumb swipes over his piercings, and I have to close my mouth to keep from drooling.

“I want to fuck her right here, on the train, in front of those losers who thought they could have her,” I say, gesturing to the men looking through the long subway door window at us. They try to open the door, but can’t. Bellinor’s magic is absolute.

“Oh fuck,” Bellinor exclaims, stumbling as if he’s been hit by a truck. “Smell her scent. She likes the idea of a public fuck on a train.”

“Get up,” I order her. She stands, and he moves her to the bench, bending her over it so her hands are on the seat. Her wet nightgown is so short, it rides up, giving me a peek of her glistening, wet pussy.

It’s so pink and juicy. I want to taste it.

I rip her nightgown off, tossing it on the floor. Her round ass is somehow paler than she is. Mark free. It’s begging me to turn it red.

My magic bursts from my hand, striking her left ass cheek and leaving a red mark behind. Her screams sound like music to my ears. I smack her ass with magic a few more times, and each time she cries out louder.

Ten strikes later, and her ass is littered with cross marks. Five Xs, to signify our mark over her heart. I slip two fingers inside her sopping wet pussy, then pop them in my mouth. She tastes tangy, salty. I drop to my knees and spear my tongue inside her, desperate to taste more. If I could die, I’d happily drown in her juices.

“Oh fuck!” she shrieks. “Yes! More, more!”

I stop. She needs to be tested to see how far she can go before she breaks.

“You want more?” I mock her. “Beg, whore.”

“Please, please, please!” she frantically begs as she peers over her shoulder, her glossy black eyes shining in the fluorescent lighting.

Eamon answers her pleas, shoving his fingers inside her. “Hells Bells, this cunt is soaking wet.”

He thrusts two fingers inside her as he flicks her clit with his thumb, steadily picking up speed until she’s whining and begging again.

“That’s right, little mortal, I want you to come all over my fingers. Give it to me.” He grins at me, a mischievous look in his eyes.

When he stops, she cries, her tears fat and glistening. I peek at the door. The guys on the other side are touching themselves, enjoying the show.

Bellinor caresses her face, leaning in and kissing her deeply. He licks every savory tear from her cheek. “You taste delightful when you’re suffering, angel.”

“You think her tears are good, you should taste her cunt,” I tell him.

He leans into me, licking into my mouth with his long, forked tongue. A parting gift from when he fell from grace. He groans, and eventually the clearing of a throat breaks us apart.

“Fuck—the taste of you and her together…delicious,” he rasps.

“As much as I enjoy watching you two go at it, aren’t we supposed to be working on Abigail?” Eamon reminds us. “Little mortal, come here.” He pats his lap.

With her wrists bound, she’s forced to stand and walk over to him. He doesn’t help her into his lap, and she awkwardly climbs up.

“Sit on my cock, mortal,” he orders her. She licks her lips, and starts to lower herself down, inch by painful inch.

“You feel so warm, so tight,” he rasps, holding her hips and guiding her further down.

After he bottoms out inside her, he thrusts up, pushing her down on every stroke. Watching them together is making me fucking feral. I want to be inside her, too. I want to own every inch of this woman. As he plows through her, she throws her head back, her mouth shaped into an O. She moans and screams, her pleasure almost too much for her to handle. Eamon collars her throat with his huge, calloused hands, and I can barely tear my eyes away from them.

“Oh fuck, he’s choking her,” I hear.

There are voices behind us, and realize that the men on the other side of the door are still watching us. Some of them have their noses pressed against the glass so they can see. They have a front row seat of our little keeper being owned and dominated by us. At first I thought it would show everyone the natural order of things, but now it’s making me insanely jealous. How dare they have the privilege of seeing her face contorted in ecstasy?

With a wave of my hand, I turn the glass in every door and window opaque, so no one can see her like this.

“I was wondering how long you’d make it until you got jealous,” Bellinor teases. “You’ve always been a possessive fucker.”

I pull Bellinor into me and shove my tongue down his throat. Closing my eyes, I get lost in him as I explore his mouth. I hear his wings unleash, the buffeting in the air almost drowned out by Eamon and Abigail’s carnal noises.

The subway car shakes, jolting us apart. I open my eyes to find Bellinor and our keeper knocked to the floor, and Eamon sprawled out on the bench seat. The lights cut out, and a familiar iridescent cloud illuminates the space. It shimmers with the luster of a million pearls.

“It can’t be…” Eamon trails off.

“Oh, but it is,” the cloud says. It transforms into the shape of a large, tall celestial being we never thought we’d have to see again. Zadkeil .

“We made it through the veil, fair and square, Zadkeil,” Eamon informs him. “You have no business with us.”

“Wrong, I have business with you four, especially the girl,” he says in the robotic, monotone voice characteristic of all angels who are part of the celestial bureaucracy.

“She’s our keeper, you can’t have her,” I shout. “She belongs to us and already tethers us to the mortal realm.”

“She was never yours to have in the first place. Her destiny has been predetermined since the Beginning of Times. You must undo your soulbinding and try again next year.”

“Over my dead body!” Bellinor yells. I can feel his hatred toward his old, traitorous brethren in every syllable.

He stands up and grimaces as he invokes a powerful, ancient magic and chants something in a strange tongue I can’t understand. It sounds like he’s saying something backwards?

Zadkeil writhes in pain and is forced to fade away, leaving us in complete darkness. I flick my wrist, turning the power back on. Bellinor picks our keeper up from the floor, covering her naked body with his wings.

“We aren’t letting her go,” Eamon growls. His horns grow, corkscrewing toward the back of his head.

“Agreed,” Bellinor and I say in unison.

“Then it seems like we have some work to do,” Eamon grunts.