Chapter 11

Amon

Rory's face turns a deep shade of crimson, verging on a purplish hue, as he watches me. Everything he's feeling is written on his face, surprise mingled with a hint of lust, and I hold back a scoff, if barely. Humans. Weak-willed creatures with no ability to control their emotions.

Even if this one is… tempting.

A breathy chuckle escapes Cas, but his tense demeanor sends an obvious message—he's prepared to enforce Rory's will, regardless of his command.

Even knowing he'd fail, he'll fight me to protect him.

Fascinating.

"You haven't answered me, warlock," I murmur, rocking my hips against Cas's firm ass, enjoying the subtle flex and release of his muscles in response to my touch. "Do you want me here?"

His eyes dart to Cas, searching for something. Backup and protection? Permission? Doe-eyed and infatuated, Cas makes a pitiful excuse for a demon as he gives him a kiss and a smile that are equally gentle. "You run the show, Rory. Both of us are at your mercy…"

"And both of us could be at your beck and call," I add, sliding my cock between Cas's ass cheeks and causing him to give a flex of his own.

Rory's eyes are astounded as he glances at where they are connected. "You're still hard!"

Proud smile in place, Cas rocks forward again, giving a slow thrust into him. "You act as if we are human, but we're not. Far, far from it. Demons have unparalleled control over our bodies. My cock will stay hard for as long as I choose… until I say otherwise." His finger traces up the curve of Rory's jaw before he drags his thumb over his bottom lip. "Until I'm done."

"He does have incredible hang time," I murmur, and Cas drop his chin to his chest as his cheeks rise in a smile.

As he lifts his head, his eyes lock with Rory's once more. "What did I tell you, sweet boy? Everyone will know you're mine when I'm finished with you."

"Hmm…" I tug the lobe of his ear between my teeth again. "Getting possessive, are we? Intriguing." I reach past Cas and push my fingers through the soft red curls on Rory's head, and he startles at the touch. "Does that mean you won't share him with me?"

"That's up to him," Cas says, leaning down and dropping another kiss on his parted lips. "Rory? What do you say?" The pounding of his heart is so intense that the vein in his neck pulses like a drum, making me fight the urge to push Cas aside and experience its thudding against my tongue.

Rory's wits are slow to return, but eventually he swallows hard, his eyes shifting from one of us to the other. "I… don't know if I'm comfortable with that yet… with…" Another audible swallow clicks in his throat. "…two men."

Disappointment curdles in my gut, but before I can retreat, he grabs my arm. The shock on his face tells me he's just as surprised as I am by the stammering thoughts that come out of his mouth. "But…" His eyes shift to Cas. "… that doesn't mean Amon can't join us… doesn't mean you can't enjoy each other."

Heat flares in Cas's eyes as he slides his tongue between his lips. "You'd be okay with that?" Rory nods, uncertain at first, but then with more conviction.

As soon as he's confident in his decision, I kneel behind Cas. God, I fucking love this man's ass. My palms slap against the round curves of his cheeks and squeeze, muscles flexing under my hands.

He's so goddamned bitable.

I hold back a moan as my dick flexes between my legs, and I summon a dollop of lube into my palm. The second moan slips free as I grip my cock, sliding my slick hand up my length and back down again.

Cas is amused as he glances over his shoulder at me. "Someone's eager."

I give him a pointed stare as his gaze drops, watching my fist shuttle along my erection until I release it. "What's that, Cas?" I murmur, sliding my fingers between his cheeks as his head flops back onto his shoulders, delirious. My fingertips tease his rim, and his eyes close as he whimpers. "Did you say you were eager to take my cock?"

Another whimper stalls in his throat as I push two lubed fingers inside him. Already knowing the limits of what he can handle, I work him open as he shivers and trembles against me. Rory unabashedly stares as I hold Cas's torso against mine, his body merely a puppet for me. "Did you say you need it?"

"Please, Amon, I do… you know I do."

My other hand weaves through his hair and rips his head back. "Say it. Beg for it."

"I need it so bad… please, you know how much I need your cock." His pleading melts into a low, wanton moan as my fingers hit his sweet spot. His hips jerk forward, and Rory gasps as Cas bottoms out inside him. This pulls Cas from the trance he'd snapped into, and he wrestles out of my hold to capture Rory's lips in an aggressive kiss as he builds a rhythm, matching the speed of my fingers with his hips.

"You always were such a good boy for me," I murmur as I stretch a third finger in, and soon, Cas doesn't know whether he wants to thrust into Rory or push back onto my hand.

His cheeks are flushed, his hair rumpled, and lips slightly parted. Needy thing that he is, he whimpers as I remove my fingers, but just as quickly I've notched my cock at his hole. "Is that what you want?"

"Please," he groans, pushing against me. "Please… fuck, please , Amon. Give it to me." His begging always has been my undoing, and I press forward, slipping the crown inside him. His head snaps back, calling out in pleasure, as my hand encircles his throat and lifts him against my chest.

"Is that all you need? Hmm? Is that enough for my boy?" I whisper in his ear, pinning him against me, and he shakes his head desperately.

"More… oh, fuck, please, Amon. Give me what I need."

"You need it, do you?"

"Please!"

His desperate cry transforms into an elated shout as I slam forward, his body giving way as I bottom out, my hips flush against his ass. Rory cries out as well, the motion pushing Cas's cock deep inside him. "Oh, god," Cas groans as I pull out and drive into him again.

I rest my chin on his shoulder, burying myself and fucking him in shallow thrusts as I glance at Rory lying on his back. "Get on your knees."

He looks to Cas for guidance, but he's so blissed out he can barely keep his eyes open, much less form words, so Rory listens to me. Cas gives a pitiful little whimper as he slides away, his cock obscenely hard as Rory shifts onto all fours.

"Do you enjoy seeing him submit to me?" I ask him, and he twists to look at me over his shoulder as Cas lines them up and drives forward again. "He may own you, dominate you, Rory, but don't be fooled." My hand runs through his hair as I fuck him, and his head lolls to the side as he turns to face me.

Obedient and adoring.

Fully submissive.

"Casimir is nothing more than a good little boy who will do anything for my cock. Isn't that right, sweet Cas?"

"Mmm," he moans, his head falling onto my shoulder as my thrusts guide the rhythm for the three of us. My hands slide over the defined ridges of his toned stomach before reaching to grip his horns like handlebars. Another delirious, drunken whine rolls from his throat as I stroke them.

My name leaves him, an instinctual groan, before he finally attempts to form words. "Amon, it's too much. Too much." I thrust harder, arcing my hips to hit him right where he wants it, and a needy whimper bursts from his lips.

"Be a good boy for me now, my sweet," I whisper in his ear as I drive forward and squeeze his horns. The moan that leaves him is downright filthy as his ass clamps around me, and then he's calling out in a series of loud, untamed sounds as he buries himself inside Rory.

I continue to thrust, groaning at the pulsing grip around my cock. Cum rolls in streams down the back of Rory's thighs, Cas's release so thick that it overflows out of him. Delirious, Cas's climax stretches out, the squeeze of his body sending me closer to the edge. He is so overloaded with pleasure that he's turned into a rag doll, heavy-limbed and floppy.

It's a beautiful sight, the way his square jaw slacks and his eyes cloud with satisfaction.

I pull out and guide him to the bed underneath me, taking a moment to soak in the relaxed happiness on his face. Rory whimpers at the loss of his cock inside him, but as a low, euphoric hum rolls from Cas's throat, all I can do is huff a laugh.

"Rory, darling, I'm afraid Cas is too blissed out to do much at the moment, but you have another option, you know." His eyes slam into mine as I flick my brows up and smirk. "There's a delicious cream-filled snack that I'm dying to sample if you're willing to share." He's still on his hands and knees as I give him a chance to absorb my words.

Cas murmurs something unintelligible from the bed beneath me. My hand taps against his cheek as I say, "Instead of whining, I can think of a much more enjoyable way you could use that mouth." My knees land on either side of his head and I pitch forward, slipping my cock into his open mouth. He moans around me, the vibrations going straight to my balls.

Rory watches as Cas closes his lips, giving me a soft suck. "What do you say, Rory? Let me finish what he started?"

"Yes," he whispers, and as soon as the word is out, I lick up his skin, lapping up the creamy trails that stream down his thighs. The salty, heady flavor makes my cock tense, and I push deeper into Cas's mouth, pulling another groan from him. More of his release hits my tongue as I lick a path up the center of Rory's ass, collecting a mouthful of cum before I trace a slow circle around his rim.

The delicious little noises he makes are music to my ears as I speed up, choking Cas as I ram into his throat. He's loud as he gags, but he can take it. We've tested these limits before. Rory's back arches, his cheek meeting the sheet as he offers himself, pushing against me and urging me to go faster.

Cas has regained some function, gripping my ass and encouraging me to take what I need from him. The sensations are almost too much to handle—the warmth and wetness of his mouth, the suction on my cock, and the delicious combination of his release and Rory's natural musk as I tease his entrance with my tongue.

Hungry for more, his body shakes and trembles as he presses against me. It's untamed, primal, as he abandons his reservations, surrendering to the pull of my tongue and the smooth glide of my lips, inching closer to the edge he teeters on.

My hands grip the sheets until my knuckles bleach, needing something to ground me. Sliding further into Cas's mouth, my cock bumps against the back of his throat. Determined, wet lips tighten around me as he coughs and sputters, spit overflowing onto his flushed cheeks.

He catches suction and holds tight, and the orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer, punching the air from my lungs as I shout. My hips drive forward, my cock curving and rubbing against the roof of his mouth as it tries to sink even deeper. Intense, crippling waves of pure electric shock jettison through my body as I come into his throat, feeling the throbbing of my release all the way into my toes. The faint grunts and coughs that sputter around me only encourage me as I force myself deeper.

The rush of pleasure makes my tongue move faster as my fingers dig into the meat of his ass, pulling him onto my face. A few rough, heavy strokes against his hole make him gasp my name.

My name.

Mine.

The shaking in my limbs grows as they tingle, and my core draws tight, nearing overstimulation as I feel his pressure trying to break free. I reach between his thighs and grip his cock, stoking just a few times before it catches up to him.

Back arching as he pushes against me, he comes on a shout. His muscles hammer, cock thumping in my grip and hole pulsing as I lick, using lips and tongue to heighten his release as a pool of cum forms on the bed underneath him. A shift of my hips pulls my cock out of Cas's mouth, but as I settle, his tongue flickers around my rim as I jerk in surprise.

His laugh is quiet, breath warm against my skin, as he languidly slides his hot tongue against my hole, the slight pulses that remain from my orgasm beating in a lazy rhythm.

When Rory's thighs quiver and his whimpers turn almost pained, I pull away, sated and exhausted. I adjust my position, sitting on Cas's chest and staring at his grinning face. Even with puffy lips and spit-slicked skin, he's got an adorable charm you can't help but appreciate.

I lean to drop a gentle kiss on those perfect lips as Rory falls onto his side and pushes his sweaty hair out of his face, chest heaving as he pants. Cas's attention immediately shifts to him, and he nudges my thighs for me to move. Grumbling, I do as he asks and watch as he curls up behind Rory. It's intimate, the way Cas hugs Rory's back to his front and presses a soft kiss against the nape of his neck.

"Are you okay?" Cas asks softly, and Rory nods, a dazed expression on his face. "I need more than a nod, Rory. Tell me how you're feeling."

"Like I just had a threesome with two demons," he says with a touch of sass, and I can't help my laughter. Cas grins as well, flashing that dimple that gets him out of so much trouble.

Or into it, depending on what sort of mood he's in.

"But you're not… overwhelmed? No regrets?"

"No, Cas. No regrets." Rory's gaze floats to mine, his pink tongue slipping over his lips and wetting them. "For either of you."

Content with his answers, Cas snuggles in, and both their eyes close as they nestle in to the mattress. Uneasiness creeps into my gut, like I am trespassing in forbidden territory, and for a moment, indecision locks me in place. Cas pulls me out of it, his hand landing on my thigh while his dark eyes peer at me from beneath his long lashes.

"C'mere, Amon," he says, voice raspy and worn from the invasion of my cock. I glance at him, and he nudges his head to gesture behind him.

Gods, a nap sounds fucking amazing. And… cuddling, but no one has to know that.

I have a reputation to uphold and all.

After making a show of my displeasure, I stretch out and nuzzle up against him, nestling my softened dick between his cheeks as he clicks his tongue at me and wiggles. A quiet, sleepy chuckle huffs out of me as I slide my arm over his waist, letting my hand land on Rory's hip. He pushes into my touch, just barely, but enough to make me slip into a tiny smile.

Today was… unexpected.

Surprising.

I hate surprises. But today… well.

Today was a surprise that I just might learn to enjoy.