Sinful Vows

T here was no real need for a prince of Hell to lawfully bind himself to a human. But the Prince of Sloth had gathered all of his brothers on a private beach just outside Laguna nonetheless. He and his bride, Prudence, stood together at the mouth of the aisle staring lovingly into each other's eyes, and everyone in attendance watched on with steadfast attentiveness.

Pru's short and silky dress didn't look like the wedding gowns you saw on television, but she glowed in the champagne-colored garment. Gaap looked handsome with his tattoos peeking out of the collar of his all-black, three-piece suite. His jet-black hair was slicked back so that his piercing eyes showed through his smudged makeup more than usual.

I'd met most of these demons and humans before in one way or another but was more familiar with Orobas and his Amber. Of any human I'd met, she was my favorite. Amber was the only human who had become accustomed to the odd mix of feelings I invoked. She'd also taught me things about sex that I never would have thought would be pleasurable, and both my men were grateful for it.

The other humans in attendance were touched by darkness—not including their dates. But the bride had seen true evil and conquered it to save the man she was marrying today. Gaap, who preferred to be called Ezra, had almost perished in battle not long ago. Some would say their vows were rushed, but when mortal lives were so short, it made sense that they would want to spend as much of their time as they could together bound by matrimony.

"By the fire that consumes in the second circle and the hunger in the third." Sitri's proclamation was almost lost to the sound of waves, but my ears were well trained to his melodic timbre. "I bond thee, Prudence, to one of our most unholy in life, death, and all thereafter."

Ezra cupped his new wife's cheeks and kissed her with a fierce passion that could be felt by all immortal beings watching. Next to me, Ezequiel clapped his hands with less gusto than everyone else. He and Ezra were on speaking terms, but it had taken persuasion to get him to come to the wedding. After all, how many demonic weddings did you get invited to per millennia?

The beaming couple made their way down the aisle to Ezra's waiting motorcycle. It roared to life, and Pru waved her bouquet as Ezra helped her on. Her short dress made sense as she plastered her body to his back, and they rode off to their honeymoon.

"Glad that's over," Ezequiel grumbled next to me, his hands sliding into his pockets as the rest of the guests began to mingle.

Ezequiel was avoided because he wasn't truly welcomed amongst the Fallen, but he was tolerated due to his partnership with our prince. It didn't bother me to be seen as an outcast if it meant I had Ezequiel and Sitri every step of the way.

I wrapped my arms around Ezequiel's waist and laid my head on his chest. "It was a beautiful day. Admit it, you're glad you came."

"To see Sitri happy and you in this dress, it was worth it," he answered, planting a kiss on the top of my head.

"You've seen me in this dress dozens of times." I lifted my eyes up to meet his molten ones.

Heat rushed to my core when his lips brushed over mine as he said, "And every time, it looks best when hiked up over your ass as I fuck you."

"I, for one, hate this dress." Sitri's playful voice came from behind me. His hands gripped my hips and the pressure of their bodies enveloped me. "Take it off."

Darkness overtook the sunset as the void between time and space drew us in on Sitri's command. Before I could blink, we were back in the penthouse we shared atop The Deacon. So much for mingling or any sort of after-party.

Sitri's fingers guided the dark green fabric up my curves and over my head, careful not to snag on my earrings or braids. The hunger in his gaze fueled the fire growing in my belly and tightened the muscles low in my stomach. Ezequiel had taken his shirt off already and came up behind me, his bare chest cool against my back. His skin sent a wave of electricity to my spine.

"Bed. Now," Ezequiel commanded. The sternness in his voice rarely came out, but when it did my head swam.

His hands circled my waist, my body instinctively turning into his so he could lead me away to the room we shared. Sitri's brow ticked up as I followed Ezequiel, the cocky grin on his glorious lips telling me I was in for a long night. Satiating the Prince of Lust was a great feat, but Ezequiel's hunger was uniquely his own.

The soft click of a lamp illuminated the room enough to see the darkness taking over my angel's features. How a being who had resided in Heaven for so long could look so sinful would never cease to amaze me. His golden curls, full, pouty lips, and angular jaw were all created for the sole purpose of driving me wild with thirst. The only other man who taunted this plane with such beauty was standing in the doorway, watching us.

Ezequiel pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs. Taut muscles in his torso rippled as he stroked himself slowly.

"Lie down on the bed for us, Bria," he instructed, and I listened without hesitation.

Silky fabric slid over my skin as I positioned myself in the middle of the mattress to wait for my next instruction. Sitri unbuttoned his shirt as he prowled closer, keeping his eyes on my center.

"She's so needy for you." Sitri's sultry voice made my skin heat. "Dripping before you've even touched her."

He tsked, shaking his head. Ezequiel bent over me, swiping two fingers through my arousal then sucking them into his mouth. My breath shuttered. "Ezequiel, please."

I knew pleading was useless, but it sparked something in his dark voids and that otherworldly gleam under his skin ignited. Reapers weren't meant to feel the power of Heavenly or Fallen beings, and I was certain the reason was the addiction they created. I needed them more than mortals needed air. They were my only vice and they knew it.

"Spread your legs. Show me the mess you've made," Ezequiel whispered against my lips, the scent of me on his words.

My knees widened with help from his long, slim fingers under my thigh. Sitri licked his lips as he came closer but stopped short to watch a little longer. Ezequiel's hand smoothed up the tender flesh to my pussy, circling my entrance.

It was torturous. His pace slowed then quickened over my clit until my orgasm was mounting, then he'd slow again. I panted and whined with frustration, but he simply smiled wickedly and kept going until the twisting in my core intensified again. This time, when I was close to breaking, he plunged two fingers inside.

My eyelids shut as I cursed his name through my clenched teeth when he pumped in and out of me until my hips bucked to match his rhythm.

A dark and mischievous chuckle broke through the haze, and my eyes shot open to find Sitri on his knees between my legs. His beautiful, naked body was on full display for me over Ezequiel's shoulder. The heady influence of his power over us made the whole universe melt away. It was only us three and this bed.

Sitri lowered to his belly, hooked his arms under my hips, then looked up to our angel. He opened his mouth expectantly, and without missing a beat, Ezequiel removed his fingers from my pussy and placed them on Sitri's tongue.

Sitri licked them clean then hummed his approval. Ezequiel moved down my body, giving my nipple a quick suck, and I cried out from the fleeting sensation. He trailed his mouth down until he reached Sitri and gave him a passionate kiss.

His hand cupped the back of Sitri's head. "She's so delicious on your lips." His breathy voice was filled with need. "Give me another taste."

Sitri nodded, and Ezequiel guided him to my pussy, his nose nudging my throbbing clit as he buried his face. I moaned and circled my hips to match his pace. The elusive orgasm crested again, but of course, before I hit my peak, Ezequiel gripped Sitri's hair and wrenched his face up to his.

They kissed until Sitri was breathless, then Ezequiel forced his mouth back to me.

I strung together incoherent mutterings and whimpers, gasping for air when I thought I would finally reach ecstasy. It wasn't the first time they'd edged me. But I couldn't take hours of this. Not with the ravenous look in Sitri's eyes.

"She makes the most beautiful noises when you hit this spot," Ezequiel said, positioning Sitri's head so his tongue centered on my clit.

I inhaled sharply, taking in air as quickly as my lungs could be filled, the moan rushing from my lips on the exhale. The intensity of suction and pressure became too much.

"That's it," Ezequiel praised. "Just like that. You devour our little Reaper so well."

Sitri made a weak sound, as if those words were all he'd ever wanted to hear. The vibration in his mouth sent a shock wave up my body, and my delayed orgasm started to take hold of all my senses.

"Come for us, Bria." Ezequiel's request was muffled as he settled next to Sitri.

Two sets of fingers slipped inside of me, fucking me at their own cadence. The realization was overtaken by the stretch and fullness of the both of them. Sitri's tongue worked my clit until the burst of all-consuming pleasure washed over me and sent stars behind my eyelids.

"So fucking perfect." Ezequiel sighed as my muscles melted.

The mattress shifted as his body moved to get to his knees, and he stroked Sitri's face tenderly. I loved to watch them together. After a few millennia at each other's side, they knew each other's every desire and weakness. Admiration filled Sitri's eyes as he palmed Ezequiel's cock, pumping it until a bead of pre-cum dripped onto his lips. Flattening his tongue, he licked up the other man's thick shaft.

Ezequiel's brow pinched, his jaw slacked, and his head lulled back as Sitri took his cock deep into his throat. I sat up to run my hand over Ezequiel's tight stomach, the muscles there rippling with his heavy breaths.

Sitri's cheeks hollowed as he bobbed faster, causing Ezequiel's body to shutter and tense as he got closer to climax. There was a shift in Sitri's expression and he released Ezequiel with a slight pop.

"Not yet, I want to feel you." Sitri grinned.

I giggled at how quickly Ezequiel nodded and moved to the edge of the bed. So quick to please our prince when directed. It was short-lived when Sitri took hold of my hips and pulled me under him. My breath hitched, silencing the sudden moan from the fullness as his cock plunged deep inside of me. I bucked, trying to spur him on to hit that spot that only he could.

"Do you need something, Dabria? Use your words," he taunted.

I whined while Ezequiel retrieved the bottle of lube from our dresser and lined himself up behind Sitri. With every inch Sitri took, he throbbed and tensed. Hearing him curse under his breath made me squirm.

Ezequiel gripped my ankles at Sitri's back, thrusting into Sitri to his hilt, the movements driving Sitri into me harder.

"More," I called out.

Sitri's arms tightened as he pumped his hips.

"Faster," I commanded.

Skin slapped against skin as Sitri's thighs slammed into the tops of Ezequiel's and the backs of my own. I could feel him throbbing already, the stimulation becoming too much. I was so close to climax, and knowing he was there with me pushed me closer to the pinnacle.

"Fuck, I can't . . ." Sitri's desperate words were cut between short, ragged grunts.

"Don't stop," I begged, feeling Ezequiel's hands leave my skin.

"Fill her pretty cunt," Ezequiel said breathlessly. "Fuck her until she's dripping."

His words spurred Sitri on. Bottoming out, Sitri pounded into me until the orgasm ripped through my senses. I couldn't get oxygen into my lungs fast enough, but he kept going until I heard Ezequiel scream, "Oh fuck, yes. I'm coming. Fuck, Sitri, don't stop."

Three more strokes and Sitri stilled his hips, finally meeting his release with a guttural moan against my neck.

Sitri dropped onto the mattress at my side, his chest heaving and skin glistening. I looked up at a blissful Ezequiel. I thought he would join us, but instead he lowered himself between my knees. His eyes dragged from my face down to my cunt.

"Still such a mess."

He shoved two fingers inside of me, stuffing Sitri's cum back inside. I clenched my thighs, but the hook of his digits against my pulsating walls and the pad of his thumb on my sensitive clit had me gasping again.

A hand cupped my cheek and pulled my attention away. Sitri kissed me softly, his tongue teasing mine sinfully. Were they planning to set a new orgasm record?

Sitri pulled away just long enough to ask Ezequiel, "Are you going to clean her up?"

"Mm, that's exactly what I'm going to do."

His mouth domed over my clit, his fingers working me slowly.

"Give us one more," Sitri said. "Come for us one more time, little Reaper."

The flood of tension mounted again. Ezequiel swirled his tongue masterfully, flicking then lapping until my spine tingled and I shook with a deep orgasm that made me melt into the bed as I came down.

He withdrew his fingers, offering them to Sitri, who licked them clean. Both men looked all too proud of themselves and the puddle they had made of me. I reached my arms up and stretched as Sitri found his boxer briefs on the floor to slip on.

"Do you want to shower?" he asked, coming back to the bed.

"I can't move." I sighed.

"Round two can be in the shower." Ezequiel wiggled his brows at me, and I shook my head.

"I need a nap before you fuck me again." I giggled.

"That's reasonable." Ezequiel gathered me in his arms and pulled me to the head of the bed with him.

The cool sheets grazed my skin, and I nestled into Ezequiel's chest. At my back, Sitri leaned over me to kiss the angel then curled himself around me. His fingertips made small circles at Ezequiel's bare hip.

"I love you." I hummed.

"Love you," Ezequiel answered with a kiss on my forehead.

In true Sitri fashion, he had to have the last word. "I love you more."

My eyelids were heavy and exhaustion was easily winning me over. I wanted to believe that we would wake up in a couple hours to shower and make love again, but I could stay sandwiched between my men for lifetimes and not be more than grateful.

I fought sleep for as long as I could to enjoy the afterglow, but the sound of my Ezequiel's heart and the rhythmic feeling of Sitri's breathing lulled me into sleep.