The Virtue Of My Dark Angel, Dark Angels of the Apocalypse Book 3

Chapter Fourteen: The Dreams That Do Come

Bethany..

Barbatos surprised her by not only showing her how to sharpen her knife, but refusing to let her go back to the barn to sleep. Instead, he and Drew made up the sofa for her, and she overheard them discussing building a bed for her, and perhaps additional rooms for the farmhouse. Though Drew was quick to point out they had plenty of room, provided they cleaned up a bit. That comment made Bethany curious, since she hadn't gone beyond the kitchen, living area and bathroom, and she found herself wandering after Drew and Barbatos had retreated to their bedroom.

Of course that meant she had to creep by their bedroom while they slept in it, to explore. Or.. not slept, as she found out when she attempted to tiptoe by. The sound of skin slapping together and the grunts and moans beyond the door had her recalling her earlier peep-show and wondering about those supposed spines.

Her clit throbbed and she hurried past the door, with Ginger’s toenails ticking softly on the wooden floor behind her. She suppressed the instinct to hush the dog. After all, she was pretty sure the two men were otherwise occupied. Enough at least, to where they wouldn’t notice the sound of Ginger’s claws. In fact, she didn’t realize how long his nails were, since they spent so much time in the woods, until it was completely quiet like this and they were trying to be sneaky on a wooden floor.

“We’re trimming your nails.” She hissed at Ginger, who dropped his ears like she’d suggested neutering him. She rolled her eyes and kept moving.

It seemed as though the additional rooms of the house were an afterthought. Placed after the bedroom haphazardly, almost, and not quite the same size entirely as each other from appearances. The bathroom was directly across from the bedroom, beside the kitchen, but wasn’t the size of either room. It was much smaller instead, barely holding the tub, toilet, sink and carved cabinetry that held the towels. Beyond that was a closed door Bethany hesitated to open for several long minutes, though she wasn’t sure what she expected beyond it. After all, wasn’t the worst thing here a Demon? Finally, gathering her courage, she shoved on the door with a twist of the knob, only to discover..it was too dark inside to see. And she was definitely too afraid of getting caught sneaking around to go searching for a light.

The next room, at the end of the hall on the bathroom side, had an open door and she could see by what little moonlight there was that it was full of random junk, or at least, junk in her opinion. Scattered objects were stacked willy-nilly here and there, heaped all the way to the ceiling in many places. Buckets, boxes, crates and shelves were crammed with just.. Stuff. It would take her a lifetime to go through everything here. She backed out swiftly with a shake of her head, wondering who the hoarder was, or if it was just men in general who kept random junk.

The room beside the bedroom, which was across from her now, held her attention for far longer when she approached. She opened the door to find wool, leather, a treadle-table sewing machine, plus she was guessing a leather press and other machinery that had to do with leather and fabric working that she was not even familiar with. There was a loom, and Bethany wasn’t sure what else that turned wool into yarn, and then into clothes or other textiles. Plus stacks of material on just dozens of shelves, and a can full of scraps that she nearly tripped over.

The entire room nearly made her squeal.

She could repair her clothes!

Or better yet, if the men would let her have more than scaps, make herself new ones!

She must have made more noise than she thought, because the next thing she knew, a heavy hand was gripping her shoulder, and a very naked and very aroused Barbatos was glaring down at her.

“Oh my god!” She squeaked, trying to prevent herself from ogling his p***s. At this distance, or lack thereof, she could see how it almost bristled. Fleshy protrusions that looked like quills on a porcupine laid down the shaft facing away from the head, which was pointed. Plus, it got broader as it approached the base. Like much broader. And Bethany wondered how much of her hands it would fill, because it was definitely too wide for just one.

“Bethany..!” Barbatos growled, and her attention jerked upward again to meet his gaze, though she would deny how tightly she squeezed her thighs together, thinking of how thick that thing was he was packing.

“If you wanted to see the house, you could have just asked.” Barbatos stepped towards her, and she stumbled backwards, trying to get her pulse under control, both in her chest and between her legs. That thing couldn’t feel good. Really. With those spikes on it.. Though Drew seemed to enjoy it. And hey, she was adventurous. Oh no, she was staring again. “And if you wanted to see me..” He purred, making her shake her head in denial, she was still supposed to be angry, wasn’t she? She thought so, but her head was all muddled now, full of thoughts of what that massive spikey thing would feel like dragging against her g-spot.

“What’s going on here?” Drew asked from the doorway. Bethany panicked. She had just started to get on good terms with Drew, and here she was with a naked Barbatos! She tried to shove past them both, the fear that she would end up causing more grief for herself weighing heavy on her, but Barbatos caught her by the wrist.

“Bethany was snooping in your craft room, beloved.” Barbatos purred.

“Y-your craft room?” Bethany stuttered. She shouldn’t be surprised, she really shouldn’t. But why had she, for some reason, thought of Drew as more of the ‘kept man’ in the relationship? Yet she’d seen him cooking and gathering vegetables and things. And still, she'd made a stupid assumption. “I..I’m sorry! I..” She really had stepped in it now. Not only had she been caught with his naked lover, but she’d been sneaking around his private belongings no less! She tried once more to escape the room, but this time it was Drew who blocked her in, trapping her between himself and Barbatos.

“I don’t know ‘Tos,” Tsked Drew, “but I think I should probably be insulted by our little mouse. Her tone just now sounded highly suggestive of an insult.” Drew peered at Bethany, but instead of looking as angry as she expected, something in his gaze looked.. Heated?

“I’ll just.. Go then..” She suddenly felt out of place, like someone had dropped her into the middle of something she really didn’t know how to handle. Only this time, that someone.. Was herself.

“Wait just a minute, our little mouse. You’ve been caught by a Demon, where you don’t belong. That usually involves some sort of punishment.” Barbatos reached for her, his nose already nearly skimming her Mark by the time she flinched away, looking at Drew.

“I’m sorry, I..” She babbled, only to see his greedy expression.

“You think I would make a move without my better half’s involvement?” Scoffed Barbatos. “He wants this as much as I do.” His hands captured her, and she was going to muffle the cry that tried to escape her as his lips found her Mark, but Drew’s own lips found hers, and she melted into a kiss that was hotter than the sun and made her groan aloud.

The feeling of that achy draw in her Mark had her quickly sagging in Barbatos’ arms. It lit her up inside, striking a path straight for her clit. A path Drew’s fingers followed, sliding over her borrowed sweater and tangling in the ties of the borrowed pants.

He had them loosened faster than she would have expected. But then again, these were Barbatos’ pants. Maybe he was used to undoing the ties. And then Drew’s hand had slid over her lower belly and mound to find her wet slit and tumble over her clit. Bethany’s hips bucked into his hand and Drew swallowed her gasp before sliding his fingers back through her wetness and circling her clit.

“I want you to come on my fingers while you feed our Demon.” Drew panted, sharing her air and rolling his forehead over hers. “And then, I want to watch you take his c**k, spines and all. Do you think you can do that for me, Bethany?” Drew’s voice was a deep, husky rasp that made Bethany’s inner walls clench.

“Mm-hmm.” She hummed, biting her lower lip as Drew’s fingers continued stroking her. He nibbled her ear and placed a soft kiss to her neck.

“Yes or no, Bethany. Use your words for me, doll.” Drew rasped. At the same time, Barbatos’ hands skated under the sweater she wore to tickle up over her ribs and pluck at her n*****s. Her back arched.

“Yes. Yes!” She gasped and Drew chuckled softly, offering her another kiss on her lips, one that lingered, but was gentle and grew more heated as his fingers delayed once more within her slit. Bethany’s breathing kicked up a notch, and she found herself clinging to the two men, one hand tangled in the Demon’s hair, the other wrapped around Drew’s forearm. Drew moved closer to her, and she realized it was so he could reach around her. His free hand worked at Barbatos’ erection, which for some reason made Bethany’s entire lower body clench. She hadn’t realized she’d broken her kiss with Drew so she could watch his forearm move until three of his fingers slid inside her and curled against her front wall.

“Enjoying the show?” He chuckled as she gasped. She was. So much. And as his fingers searched for that sweet spot, his thumb rubbed across her clit, making lightning strike and tighten every part of her body. How did he manage to keep his rhythm with Barbatos and not lose track of what he was doing to her? Her hand lost its grip on his forearm, grasping at his shoulder instead as she rocked up on her toes, chasing after the stimulation Drew was providing, and trying to avoid it at the same time. Barbatos nipped gently at her Mark and she felt it reverberate through her body, the euphoria he somehow pumped into her veins sending her spiraling even as his hands massaged her breasts, fingers plucking and tugging at her n*****s, sending tingles straight to her brain that wouldn’t let her mind concentrate on any one thing. And then she was coming, her head falling back on Barbatos’ shoulder, her legs going weak so that he was forced to catch her, and Drew hungrily kissed and sucked on her exposed neck while her body squeezed his fingers tight and Barbatos’ mouth found her Mark again. The feeling of his lips and teeth on her skin had her muscles quaking while she gasped for breath and reached out for them blindly.

Bethany jerked awake on the sofa, startling Ginger from his spot with his nose buried in her armpit. She promptly fell off the sofa as he jumped to his feet and startled her, making her realize she was perched precariously on the edge, the big dog taking up most of the space between herself and the back of the couch. There just wasn’t that much room with the giant wolf-dog in the way, and she definitely wasn’t planning to get squashed beneath him, so she chose the floor when those huge paws started flailing, thank you very much. With a small amount of embarrassment, she realized that the crotch of her borrowed pants were now wet, and she groaned.

“Hell of time to have a wet dream,” She complained, letting her head fall against the lumpy side of the seat cushion as she sat up. Ginger sniffed at her ear and scalp, and seemed to decide she wasn’t in any danger and laid back down with a huff, muzzle and paws hanging off the sofa so that he could side-eye her like she was the problem.

“What happened?” A grumpy voice demanded, and Bethany stiffened. “I heard a bang. Why are you on the floor, and the beast in the bed we made you on the couch?” Bethany waved at Barbatos sheepishly, burying her face under her arm.

“Just had a nightmare, thanks.” She offered in a muffled yell into the sofa cushion. Things were quiet for long enough that she thought he might have gone back to his bedroom.

“That’s not what it smells like to me.” Barbatos’ voice nearly gave her a heart-attack, it was so unexpected. Not to mention, it was far too close to her for comfort, and she squawked, trying to straighten and get away from him at the same time. But he was right there, and caught her by her upper arms from behind, with a low growl that sent a zing of fear and pleasure combined straight down her spine. Something in her brain malfunctioned, shutting down, and she froze.

“Have I told you how hungry I’ve been since our little journey through the woods?” His nose trailed over her jaw and down her neck. Somehow, she knew he was heading for her Mark, even before he slid the sweater down to bare it. “I haven’t been able to get the taste of you out of my mind. And I’m so very hungry.” He rumbled right beside her ear. Suddenly, she was having a hard time holding still for a completely different reason, and she feared her borrowed pants might be even more damp now.

“But Drew..” She whispered breathlessly. Her dream was so fresh in her mind, but he truly couldn’t feel the way he did within it, right? She didn’t come here to be the ‘other woman’.

“Cannot blame me for taking some of the burden from him by feasting on you for a change. Share the load, my little Marked snack.” And suddenly his teeth brushed the Mark, and a spike of pain drove itself inward as his lips attached to her shoulder. She arched backwards, falling into his embrace even as the lust poured into her veins and her vision swam with the high it gave her. She could feel her hips rocking out of her control, and Barbatos’ greedy gulping and groans next to her ear made her shiver, the feeling crawling down her spine to settle between her thighs.

All too soon, it was over, and he was placing her carefully on the sofa.

“Rest now,” The Demon purred next to her ear as Ginger bared his teeth at him. “Unless you’d prefer me to take more than what was offered in our contract.” Bethany felt her eyes closing, despite the fact that she tried to open her mouth and argue with Barbatos. The last thing she saw was the Demon covering her gently with a blanket, then his red eyes turning to her dog as he bared his own fangs at Ginger in turn before pacing from the room.

Drew..

Drew’s eyes snapped open from a dream he was quite certain had caused him to soil the blankets like a teenage boy. He could still taste her..

Bethany

The sweet flavor of her lips and tongue. Like she’d been raiding their fruit trees or strawberries again. The sounds of her moans still echoed in his ears. The feel of her skin still made his own fingertips tingle. He sighed and tried to get out of the bed without waking Barbatos, knowing he’d have sheets to wash later, only to see Barbatos sitting hunched over on the side of the bed.

“‘Tos?” Drew reached out and nearly touched Barbatos, but stopped short at the last second. Barbatos had never been particularly explicit about his past, but Drew knew that he’d been physically harmed in some way. Enough that Barbatos refused physical touch unless it was on his terms now. A trait that Drew honestly felt inspired his Demon form, instead of the other way around, like many of the Demons seemed to think. Barbatos’ cat-like visage seemed to very much pull from that ‘touch me only when I want you to’ bristly attitude, and Drew often wondered which came first, the cat-like features, or the reptile ones, but he’d never felt like prying into Barbatos’ life enough to ask.

“The dream.. It was shared between us all,” Barbatos muttered. Drew tried to bring his mind around to what Barbatos was saying.

“Uh, ‘Tos, you’re making less sense than usual, lover. Speak human. Stupid human, if possible. I just woke up, and you’ve lost me hun.” Drew raised a brow as he stared at Barbatos, and Barbatos’ head whipped around.

“It was her dream, but it took place in my vision-space, and you got dragged along for the ride! Do you understand what I’m saying?” Barbatos snapped.

“Ok, geeze.” Drew held up his hands. “What’s the big deal, ‘Tos? No-one got hurt, world’s still spinning..”

“Drew..” Barbatos seemed agonized. “It’s getting worse! The lines between us blurring, the bleeding of my Virtue’s power.. You jest-but that storm we had just recently was not anticipated! What happens when bigger things get through and I don’t see?” Drew felt a chill race down his spine, but he knew when he needed to be the calm to his lover’s storm.

“Now when has that ever happened, ‘Tos?” Drew scolded gently and Barbatos blinked. “Honestly, just because you’re having a little trouble now.. When you saw Bethany, in our future did you see disaster? No! All you mentioned was good things!” Drew exclaimed.

“I can’t see every eventuality..” Barbatos mumbled. Drew shook his head, holding up a hand.

“So you really think you’d miss a huge calamity like what you’re talking about. Just.. let it slip right by you?” Drew questioned incredulously. He couldn’t believe Barbatos had so little faith in himself, or truly thought he’d miss something that could threaten them that badly.

“I’m telling you I wouldn’t have a choice!” Barbatos snarled, snapping to his feet. Drew raised a brow, noting Barbatos’ uncharacteristic behavior towards him.

“Uh ‘Tos, about that blurring of lines..” Drew mentioned casually, looking the Demon up and down. Barbatos growled and stormed out of the bedroom door, wearing nothing but a scowl. “Nice view..” Drew mumbled under his breath. He wished he could be there to see Bethany’s reaction, but he got to hear it a few moments later as he was stripping the bed.

“Heaven’s sake! Have some decency! Oh never mind, you’re a f*****g Demon! And shut the door after you, you heathen! Were you born in Hell’s barn?” Bethany bellowed. Drew couldn’t hear Barbatos’ snarled response, but he chuckled to himself. Things were definitely livelier with her around. He eyed the dirty pile of laundry beside the bed.

And more sexually charged.