Chapter 15

Ruby

Cas turns his pleading towards me, and it takes a few seconds for the words to register in my mind. “Ruby,” he whines, and my eyes fall lower. Lips coated in cum and brow glistening, his cock strains off his body as his thighs tremble.

It’s a beautiful disaster.

“Please let me come. Please? I’ve been such a good boy, and I’ll keep being one. So good, I’ll be so good… God, Ruby, please?”

It’s tempting—to give in… give him what he wants. But then again…

This could be fun.

Amon and I exchange a knowing grin as we lock eyes. “You said I could command you to do anything I wish, and you’d be on board?”

The approving smile on Amon’s face spreads so wide I can count his teeth, while Cas looks like he might cry. He nods, a single bob of his head as he whimpers, “Yes.”

A few steps closer, and he’s kneeling before me. “You’re sure about that?” It’s a final offering, but he doesn’t take it. Instead, a helpless, pitiful noise leaves his throat, and he nods once more.

“Stand,” I order, and he rises to his feet, cock bobbing in front of him. My single finger slides along the underside of his shaft, and he whimpers again, hips punching forward.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Every muscle in his body tenses and strains as he groans, his eyes squeezing shut. I lean in and whisper, “Maybe you need time to cool off, then.”

His eyes fly open, solid black in his heightened state. “Wha-what?”

Heart thudding inside my chest, I make a quick decision that I hope won’t end with me making a fool of myself. My sex life has always been vanilla… the occasional cinnamon sprinkled on top. Doing this… taking charge with not just one man, but two…

Let’s say I’m learning as I go.

“Sit on the bed and do not touch yourself.” He haltingly complies, his body fighting the command as he sits on the mattress, and my attention shifts to the other demon in the room who openly studies me. “Amon, come here.”

Interest piqued, he swaggers over to me, unconcerned with the obscene way his cock hangs out of his pants. “Yes, master,” he purrs, stepping closer until the front of our bodies are pressed together. He hovers so close the soft breeze of his breath blows over my lips, and I realize he’s never kissed me before.

My hands land on his lower back as his fingers weave through my hair. The anticipation is killing me, energy thick between us as we both wait for the other to make a move. We’re deadlocked in a stare off, poised and ready to strike as soon as the other side signals their advance. I want him— crave him—but only if it’s freely given.

I will not compel him, not in this.

His eyes dart between mine, his grip tightening as I stand shock still. “Is my master not going to give her command?” he finally asks, voice low.

“No,” I whisper.

“What do you mean, no?”

“Do what you want with me.” It’s tiny, almost non-existent, the way he freezes. My nervous tongue slips across my lips, wetting them as I take another breath. “No command for you to hide behind, Amon.”

His lip lifts in a snarl. “I don’t hide. ”

“So don’t… it’s your choice.” I retreat just enough to catch both of his eyes, the frustration and conflict swirling there. “Only yours.” Not mine. That last part is unspoken, but the flare of his nostrils tells me the message is received, loud and clear.

He stares like he can’t decide what to make of me, the only motion in the silent room a slight bunch in his jaw. My gaze flickers to the ticking muscle, then back to his molten eyes, burning with that red glow behind the eclipse of his pupils.

We stare as the seconds tick away, and then, with a low muttered curse, we collide.

His lips are hot as they move against mine, possessive and claiming, his hands branding my skin as they position me exactly where he wants me. The way he directs my every move and the unwavering obedience I happily give him makes me question who truly holds the control.

Whatever he wants, he can have.

He can take it—I’ll fucking give it to him on a platter and thank him for the chance to serve. This kiss is everything I imagined, assertive and commanding while still patient and unwilling to go any faster than he wishes.

He controls the pace, that much is an indisputable fact.

He’s in charge.

There are no teasing nips, no soft sweetness. It’s all domination and power—a demand for submission that I’m glad to give him. He guides us to the bed, then, in one fluid motion, drops onto the mattress and pulls me into his lap.

Insistent, steady hands move up my chest, clutching the hem of my shirt and ripping it over my head. Our mouths only separate long enough for him to toss it before we collide again. A flick of his fingers has my bra slipping down my arms as he tears it off, flinging it aside as his tongue slides against mine. “There, that’s better,” he murmurs against our kiss, and his broad palms land on my spine, pulling me against him.

Now, I’m no small woman, but the sheer size of his hand makes his dominance even more apparent. His thumb scrapes over one side of my back, fingers on the other, and I shudder as I recognize the immense power that could crush me like a rose petal. Nothing more than a toy in the hands of a giant—something he could pick up and throw around without a second thought.

I’d gladly let him.

Hell, he could snap my bones to dust and I’d make sure to get a thank you out in case it didn’t kill me, and we could do it again sometime.

Another hand lands on my thigh, Cas’s long fingers tiptoeing towards the crease in my hip. “You missed something,” he says, digging his fingertips under the waistband of my pants and tugging. “These need to go.”

“How right you are,” Amon murmurs, before gripping my chin and placing another bruising kiss on my lips. “Why don’t you be a good girl and entertain Cas while we both get more comfortable?”

I suck in a breath as my eyes slide along Cas’s frame, cock pushing off his body, lean muscles strained and at attention. “Touch him,” Amon whispers in my ear, nipping at my lobe and causing goosebumps to rise across my skin.

My fingers wrap around Cas’s thick shaft, and a moan tears from his throat as his hips lift, thrusting into my touch. “Fuck,” he mutters as I stroke, moving my hand in slow, steady motions and watching his every reaction. Each flutter of his eyelids and twitch of his lips, the flex of his abs and tensing of his thighs.

It’s all mine to control.

It belongs to me .

Forget witchcraft—this is power.

My thumb swipes through the beaded wetness at the tip of his cock, using it to slick my palm as I stroke him faster, obsessed with the way his lips fall apart and his hips jerk up into my grip. Amon attempts to slide my pants off, but my position in his lap proves to be too restrictive. “No magic?”

That sinful smirk tugs across his mouth. “No shortcuts. I want you to experience every second of this.” I half-stand, the fabric dragging over my skin as he shoves them to the ground. He steals my mouth for a kiss but stops me when I try to sink back into his lap.

“Now, now, Ruby,” he murmurs, eyes falling to my grip on Cas’s cock. “Don’t you think he deserves more than your hand?”

His full lips curl into a devilish grin as his gaze returns to mine, and in that fleeting moment, I’m floored by his beauty. Hard lines, chiseled features, and high cheekbones, with eyes that seem to hold the entire universe. The slight flush to his cheeks and dilation of his pupils are the only signs that he’s not completely put together.

I want to watch him fall apart.

Power weaves into my words as I say, “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Excitement glimmers in his eyes as he bites his lower lip with a very sexy smirk. “Get on your knees for him.”

Cas releases a breathy moan as I slide to the floor, kneeling between his feet. “Like this?” I tease, glancing up at Amon for direction.

“Just like that,” he purrs, standing and shedding his pants.

Forbidden from touching himself because of my command, Cas whimpers and writhes, hips lifting to thrust into the air and desperate for friction as I ask, “What now?”

“Take a taste,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip and releasing it to pop back into place. Not breaking eye contact with Amon, I grip the root of Cas’s cock and lower my head. Deliberately, I give a long lick across the tip, the tang of his pre-cum making my mouth water at the same time Cas releases another loud, desperate moan.

“Good girls share.” Amon leans down and kisses me, sliding his tongue against mine to get a taste before pulling back and gripping my chin once more. “Now suck his cock like you mean it.” He guides me lower with a challenging stare, daring me to disobey.

Unbridled hunger spreads across his face as I open my mouth and lean in. Cas is a whimpering, helpless mess as I fix my lips around the hard length of his cock and give a light suck.

“Now, Ruby.” Amon clicks his tongue in disapproval as he circles me, his footsteps echoing softly. My body tenses, on edge from knowing there’s a predator lurking where I can’t see him. The warmth of his body presses against mine as he kneels behind me, his lips finding my ear as his smoky amber scent surrounds me. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Fingers through my hair, he pushes me forward, my mouth sliding down Cas’s cock. My lips tighten as my tongue swirls around his length, tracing across the seam of his flared head and mapping every vein along the way. I suck harder, drawing my cheeks in, and the sounds that leave Cas are uncontrolled, needy things.

One hand still in my hair, Amon slides the other between my legs, slipping two fingers inside me with a contented hum. “Does sucking his cock make you wet, sweet Ruby?” The only answer I can manage is a grunt, and he pushes my head down further as I gag, tears pooling in my eyes. “You like that, don’t you? Having him buried in your throat when you know I’m going to fuck you from behind?”

A thrill runs through my blood at his words, and I push back against him. His chuckle is low, rolling thunder as he sinks knuckle deep. Orchestrated under Amon’s watchful gaze, my muffled moans and Cas’s shameless whimpers twist into a symphony of depravity.

“Do me a favor, love,” Amon mutters as his fingers slide out of me, replaced by the blunt end of his cock. “Order Cas not to come until he’s told.”

“Don’t do that to me,” Cas whines as I suck up and off his cock, watching it slap against his stomach. He’s harder than I’ve ever seen him, and he tries to reach for it but can’t fight the compulsion.

“Cas,” I rasp, my throat scratchy and worn. His hopeful gaze meets mine, silently begging for release, only to falter as I say, “You will only come when given permission.”

His head thunks onto the bed just as Amon slams forward, seating himself inside me in a single push. He’s huge, thicker and longer than Cas, and I call out as my body is jolted. Amon stills, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck and scraping his teeth across the sensitive skin there. “Better get to sucking,” he mutters, and I nod as I slide my lips down Cas’s cock.

After letting me adjust to his size, Amon withdraws before driving forward again, not giving me any relief from the punishing power behind his movements. He builds into a deliberate rhythm, guiding my head up and down and forcing me to match the pace he uses as he fucks me. Soon, Cas is writhing and moaning, thrusting into the warmth of my mouth as he chases his denied release.

The way Amon handles me has me burning alive, his imposing size and the rhythmic roll of his hips hitting all the right spots. His other hand teases down my body, tracing over my breast with a delightful tickle before giving a light pinch to my nipple. My cries are muffled as Cas fucks into my mouth, pegging my gag reflex until tears are streaking my cheeks. “Good girl,” Amon purrs as his hand skates lower, grazing over my clit in a barely-there touch that hits me in a shock.

Everything is fuzzy and tingling, on edge like electricity is being shoved through my veins with more power than I know how to handle. Skilled fingers swirl around my clit, my legs trembling as a tense, scorching ball of tension builds deep inside me.

White hot fire and desperation.

Heat licks at my limbs as I push back to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to take me harder. Reduced to my instincts, all that remains is the primal desire to chase this feeling… this absolute need for release.

“Come here,” Amon commands, and Cas doesn’t hesitate, lifting his back from the bed. “Hold her there.” There’s a quick loss of touch that’s quickly replaced as Cas weaves both hands through my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts into my mouth.

They shift above me as Amon grabs him by the neck, dragging him forward into a kiss that Cas moans against. “Please,” he whispers, thrusting faster, more shallow, and Amon’s fingers on my clit speed up as I buck underneath them. “Please, A, please. ”

“Such a beautiful beggar,” he murmurs, and Cas’s answering whimpers are divine. The intimacy of their kiss, knowing it’s happening above me as they take me from both ends, is too much.

Sparks chase each other up and down my spine as the pressure coils, spinning itself tighter and tighter until it strains. Everything is restrictive, like my skin might explode from it, and I’m hovering in that space where time stands still as my body curls in on itself.

The thread holding me together frays and creaks, cords popping and breaking loose as the whole thing threatens to snap at any moment.

“It’s time, Cas,” Amon says, voice deep and full of power, “time for you to let go. Come for me now, baby. Give our girl what she wants.”

Another cord severs at his words, and I’m barely holding on.

Cas slams forward with a shout, the beating of his cock a heavy thump against my lips as he comes into my mouth. The first salty blast showers the back of my throat, and that final, flimsy cord breaks free. All that pent-up pressure reaches its breaking point, and ecstasy floods my system in a rush so intense, I almost black out.

My muscles clench around Amon, constricting in a flutter that spreads through my body, shaking my limbs and making my head too heavy.

Cas moans as he thrusts, cum leaking out of my lips and trickling down my chin as I call out around his cock. Amon grunts a low series of curses as he bottoms out, the lingering contractions of my release pulsing as he spills deep inside me.

Once the ringing in my ears fades and we’ve all come back to Earth, Cas eases me off his cock and lifts my face to his. Heartbreakingly tender, his gentle fingers wipe the tears that streak my cheeks, then he swipes his thumb through the creamy mess on my lips. His eyes settle behind me on Amon, and he offers his coated thumb. Amon sucks it into his mouth as Cas leans in to kiss me.

Full of unfiltered emotion, his tongue is soft and sweet as it dances with mine. He releases me as Amon fists my hair and claims my mouth, still tasting of Cas’s release as he kisses me with a passion he has never shown. A warm rush streams down my thighs as he pulls out of me, never separating our lips.

Heart thundering in my chest, I pull back to find his eyes locked on mine, his usual walls demolished. For the first time, he’s wide open.

Vulnerable.

“Tell me something.” The words tiptoe out on a whisper, almost afraid to find the light of day.

A fleeting moment of uncertainty washes over his face before that trademark easy smirk slips into place. “What would you like to know?”

“Why did you leave?”

There’s a questioning tilt to his head as his brow lifts with practiced precision. “Leave Hell? Did you already forget that you summoned me here?”

“Not that,” I say. “Earlier.” His nostrils flare as his mouth closes, that wariness returning. “In the kitchen, you were upset—”

He jerks his head backward, averting his gaze with a snarl. “Demons don’t get upset… ”

“I felt it,” I insist, and he twists further, refusing to meet my eyes. “You were upset, and you left, and I want you to tell me why.”

His aura seeps into the air as he whirls back, his control slipping. Something hides in the shadows of his face, exposed and angry at the same time. “You would compel me to answer you?”

“No,” I whisper, and his eyes find mine again. “No, I’d never force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” The anger in his expression dampens, and I decide pushing boundaries can wait. “Come on.” I tug on both of them and nod towards the bed. “Let’s rest.”

The mattress dips under our weight as we climb in, Cas positioning himself at my front while Amon settles in behind me. Ever the cuddler, Cas intertwines our bodies and snuggles in, making sure every surface of our skin touches. My mind drifts to Amon, lying stiff at my back.

The inch of space he left between us might as well be a mile.

He’s worlds away. Unreachable.

Nevertheless, I reach.

He’s wary as I glance over my shoulder at him.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, but he only stares. The nerves in my throat are a tangled ball, but I force a swallow and work past them. “It’s okay to let your guard down sometimes… to turn it off. That must be so exhausting, always being in control. Never allowing yourself to let go.” His chest rises in a deep inhale, still silent. “You can, you know. Let go. It’s okay to let yourself feel with me.”

A hint of anguish crosses his face, and he nods—a single, abrupt jerk of his head. His body relaxes as he snuggles against my back, a long exhale blowing across my neck. He never speaks, but that’s alright.

The gentle kiss he plants on my shoulder says more than words could, anyway.