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

Chapter Eighteen: Succumbing To Temptation

Bethany..

Was it just her, or were these two men, ok so one was a Demon, just incredibly, ridiculously.. Hot.

Maybe not what the typical woman would go for in looks necessarily, but every time she turned around, they were driving her up the wall with need, doing something incredibly sexy that made her want nothing more than to just rub one out furiously behind the barn.

Or better yet, see if that Demon could use his wicked tongue for something else besides scold her.

And Drew!

Half the time Bethany was convinced that he hated her, but then she caught him looking at her like he just had as Barbatos had used that deep, grumbly purr next to her ear that shot sparks all the way down her spine to her toes. She’d been frozen, knowing her borrowed pants were getting soaked, almost afraid to move, then she’d looked up to see Drew looking at them like he wanted to dive right across the table and join in. Like she was the main course and he was starving. Bethany felt her core tighten. Her walls clamping down on nothing, empty and waiting, and she knew she was going to have another night of restless dreams.

Wet dreams, more like.

Maybe this time it would feature the dining room table and she could be the feast.

Or Drew could.

She licked her lips, her core clenching again as she day-dreamed of riding him as he sprawled across the table and took Barbatos in his mouth at the other end.

“Enough!” Barbatos abruptly roared, stomping into the living area where she was folding clothes. “I can’t take it any more! Between the two of you and your dreams and hormones-!” Bethany saw him adjust himself in his leather pants before he suddenly scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.

“Hey!” She dropped the shirt she’d been folding to beat on his back. “Stop it! What are you doing? Drew promised to help me make myself a new shirt today once I finished with this! Have you seen his stitching? It’s lovely!”

“Nope. Nuh-uh. You two can play seamstress another day. Today we’re getting this out of your systems.” Barbatos stormed as he stomped his way towards the end of the hall. Bethany shoved herself up on his shoulder, pushing her hair out of the way to see where they were going, and was surprised to see them heading towards Drew’s craft room anyway.

“Let me down, brute!” She demanded, wiggling, curiosity getting the better of her, but Barbatos slapped a hand across her ass, making her yelp.

“I can’t believe you just-” She protested.

“Yes, and I will again, now behave or you’ll hit your head on some of Drew’s junk.” Barbatos grumbled, and then there was the noise of a door banging open and Drew’s wordless exclamation. Stuff rained down around Barbatos’ feet and Drew yelled again, but Bethany was suddenly being upended, sliding over Barbatos’ shoulder to land on a long table in the craftroom she remembered from her dreams.

“I dreamed this..” She murmured, awed.

“We all did.” Barbatos grumped.”

“‘Tos sometimes pulls people into his dreams of the future, only this time I think something went a little wrong, didn’t it ‘Tos?” Drew came up behind the Demon and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Wasn’t my dream, but yeah, I pulled you both in. And some future possibilities got mingled up with it. It’s the Marks.” Barbatos shrugged, his hands had come to rest on Bethany’s thighs, but she found him slowly rubbing small circles with his thumbs. It was like the small gesture was self-conscious, to relax her.

“What’re you doing here ‘Tos? I’m trying to work since I’m still not up to farmhand stuff..” Drew was watching Barbatos’ thumbs just as raptly as Bethany was, but Bethany still found her head jerking up when Barbatos began parting her thighs and Drew’s breath caught loudly.

“You know exactly why we’re here, Drew. My two pets desire each other. I desire them. Nobody’s getting anything done, and it’s got to stop. So here are your choices. Bethany, Drew: answer truthfully. Do you desire me?” Barbatos’ voice was full of command that was impossible to ignore as he met first Bethany’s, then Drew’s eyes. Both nodded, Bethany with her lips falling slightly open, and Drew with the usual look of love and burning gaze Bethany had become familiar with.

“Good, now that that’s out of the way. Bethany, Drew: Do you desire one another? And before you answer, know that I’m not going to be jealous. I want the three of us to stay here. Together.” That was as close as Barbatos would ever get to asking them to be a family. They would have to make the rest of the leap themselves. The two humans looked at each other and Bethany blushed before looking away and nodding slightly. Drew gave Barbatos a quick nod, but Barbatos and Bethany could both hear him reply in their heads that he couldn’t have picked better if he’d chosen with his own tastes in mind. Barbatos nodded, then.

“Alright, just as I pretty much figured from the dreams you two have been trading back and forth.” Barbatos nodded to himself, but Drew scoffed.

“Don’t act like you haven’t contributed, Mister I-Pull-People-Into-My-Dreams-Nightly!” Drew barked a laugh at Barbatos’ scowl.

“I told you that wasn’t my fault. You know what? Never mind, I can’t take this tension between the three of us anymore. Or the dreams, the distractions, the sneaky looks, the scent of you two!” Barbatos grumbled, crowding in on them further. Bethany found herself bumping into Drew as she tried to scoot out of the way. Drew gripped her by the upper arms, and just like that, the two men had her surrounded, or rather, the man and the Demon, and she squirmed. Things were definitely feeling a little damp between her thighs, just from the heated looks the two were giving her. When Drew leaned in to place a needy kiss on her lower lip that ended in a gentle tug with him sucking her lip between his own, the feeling went straight to her clit and core. She could feel them pulsing in time with her heartbeat, which had suddenly sped up. As Drew straightened, licking his lips after releasing her, she was certain she groaned in response, the simple act making her lower abdomen clench. Barbatos growled, wrenching Bethany’s thighs open wider so he could settle his hips within the cradle of her legs. Bethany’s heartbeat doubled, particularly between her thighs. For a moment, she wondered if she might die.

“I uh..” She gulped, but Barbatos stole her words next, a harsh kiss landing on her lips that took her aback and let him steal her breath along with it. He was rough, demanding. Stubble scratched at her face and lips as he nipped at her with sharp teeth and thrust his tongue into her mouth like he was trying to taste her very soul. She gasped when she realized his tongue was rough like a cats, and tried to draw back to look at it, but Barbatos held her by the back of the head, sliding his tongue along the inside of her mouth until he captured her own tongue and enticed her into exploring his mouth on her own.

Bethany wasn’t sure what she was expecting. Something wild or animalistic, perhaps, just based on his strange tongue alone. But instead, a sweet and tart flavor burst across her senses. The two flavors were never in balance, sometimes more on the tart side, sometimes more sweet, like they warred with each other, and Bethany groaned again. Her mind immediately dredging up the summer she stumbled across a patch of blackberries that weren’t entirely ripe. Eating them had been just like this. She had been too starved to stop, and each bite had been anybody’s guess whether it would be sweet or tart, but she couldn’t stop, she was just too grateful to have food. Now she felt starved in another sense.

Barbatos brought back all of that, and soon she was the one attacking him greedily, trying to find every last trace of that flavor, and absorb it. Abruptly, Barbatos grunted and withdrew, looking off to the side with slitted eyes where Drew was grinning wickedly.

“I got a little jealous. Besides, it was hot, and you need to share.” Drew smirked. Bethany looked down to see Drew’s hand in Barbatos’ pants, stroking him briskly.

“Easy on the goods, beloved, or I won’t be so easy next time you take my cock.” Barbatos rumbled, and Bethany found herself trying to squeeze her thighs together, but Barbatos was in the way, still between her legs and Drew’s arm started bumping her between the legs as she squeezed Barbatos’ hips with her thighs.

Barbatos and Bethany both made noises of surprise, and Drew’s wicked grin broadened. Leisurely, he dragged his hand up Barbatos’ length, being sure to rub against the fork in Bethany’s thighs with his arms as he went. She sucked ina breath at almost the same moment Barbatos growled.

“Don’t tease me, lover.” Barbatos grumbled, but Drew merely laughed.

“You love it, and you know it. Look at her! She’s watching my hand on your c**k so closely. She can’t help herself. I think she wants it, Barbatos. And then I think I want to take her too, while you watch. Or if you’re up to it, while you take me.” Drew’s husky voice had Barbatos’ growl turning into a rumble that vibrated all the way through Bethany’s clit. Her inner muscles clenched down hard and a soft murmur escaped her. Barbatos’ head snapped in her direction, and he tugged her closer to him so that Drew’s pumping arm was trapped between them, bumping against her mound and vibrating her clit at every tug to Barbatos’ member.

“What was that, little Marked?” Barbatos’ deep purr had her clenching again. Bethany bit her lip, but Barbatos wasn’t having it. He thumbed her lip out from her teeth and slid her shirt off of her Mark, his nose making a bee-line down her neck and over her shoulder for it. “I asked you a question, Bethany. What did you say?” Barbatos nuzzled into her Mark again, and bit down, seemingly as punishment for her silence. Bethany threw her head back at the instant bolt of lust and spark of pain it produced.

“I said yes please!” She whimpered and Drew groaned.

“Told ya she was into it.” Drew gritted out, even as Barbatos practically ripped the clothes from his body. Bethany’s attention was drawn immediately to Barbatos’ groin. She had seen him naked a couple of times, and dreamed about what he’d look like aroused and up close and personal, but nothing prepared her for the raw punch to the gut she felt actually looking at his member practically and almost literally pointing at her. The spines lying down the shaft made her gulp, and she reached out a hand tentatively.

“Can I… touch you?” She murmured, only to be surprised by the sounds of both men groaning. She looked up in surprise. Drew had an expression of pure lust on his face, but Barbatos almost seemed to be in pain, gritting his teeth and clenching his hands on either side of her on the table, his muscles taut. “I.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-..”

“Oh no doll, you don’t understand.” Drew purred, moving in closer, so that he could run his fingertips up her inner thigh. “Your sweet and innocent request is making our Barbatos have a hard time controlling himself.” Drew continued. His hand cupped her mound and she gasped. Even through her pants she could feel the heat of his palm, and she rocked into his touch without thought. Barbatos growled, and the next thing she knew, her pants were being yanked from her as her back hit the table. With her butt hanging off the edge of the table, she sucked in a quick breath through her teeth when the cooler air of the room was blown across her heated flesh by a huffing Barbatos. Immediately, she tried to raise up on an elbow, embarrassed to have him that close to her, but Drew’s fingers slid underneath her shirt, tracing over her hips, then ribs until he found her breasts.

“I think this shirt needs to go.” Drew practically groaned.

“Don’t see you losing any of your clothes.” Barbatos grunted, and Drew grinned. You want them lover, they’re yours.” He ripped off his own shirt with a flourish and tossed it at Barbatos, who snatched it out of the air with a growl.

“You’ll be punished for that. Wait until you take my cock.” Barbtos grumbled and Drew chuckled wickedly, advancing on Barbatos.

“You promise?” He breathed next to Barbatos’ lips, and Barbatos hungrily kissed him, nipping at his lips as Drew laughed into his mouth. It was Bethany’s turn to moan as she collapsed back onto the table.

“So hot.” She mumbled, covering her face with an arm.

“Nah-ah-ah.” Drew teased her lightly, gently tugging her arm away from her face. “You don’t get to hide.” He pulled her upright and slid his hands down her arms so that he could tease his fingertips under her shirt again. “Are you gonna get rid of this shirt, or am I?” He purred, leaning in to nip softly at her chin. It wasn’t the same as Barbatos’ sharp, dangerous teeth, but it still made her breath stall and had her jerking back to look at him as he chuckled darkly again.

“Me then.” He volunteered, and ran his hands up her torso once more.

Bethany watched her shirt bunch on his forearms as the feel of Drew’s hands trailed up over her ribs, ghosting along her sides and forcing her to raise her arms and duck her head like a child while she was temporarily blinded as the shirt went over her head and was tossed aside.

“Yummy.” Drew hissed, and Bethany blinked, finding his hands on her hips even as Barbatos muscled in on him and kissed and bit at the joint of Drew’s neck. Drew’s hands tickled up and down the outside of her hips and thighs, his head falling back to give Barbatos better access. Barbatos’ own hands slid over Drew’s stomach and into his waistband, and it was not hard for Bethany to imagine what Barbatos did there. She reached out a hand shyly, unsure where she even fit in this situation, but Drew didn’t let her hesitate, capturing it and sliding it down his own body to join Barbatos’ own in stroking his erection within his pants.

At least Drew’s shape, she was prepared for, though it shocked her to find Barbatos’ other hand busily working at Drew’s balls. He seemed so rough, but Drew appeared to be enjoying himself, so Bethany merely let them guide her own movements. Barbatos was none too gentle here either, his grip tight, nearly tugging on Drew. Was Drew a fan of rough s*x then? And what did that say for.. Her gaze shot to Barbatos’ pointed c**k, still incredibly erect and bristling. She shivered.

“We’ll get there soon, doll.” Drew teased, having noticed her looking. Barbatos released a low growl that seemed to strike directly at her clit. She tensed up, and met Barbatos’ red-eyed glare. She could tell from his expression that he knew. Fingers rolled over her labia and gently bumped against her clit. She gasped and recoiled, only to hear Drew purr “Look Barbatos. See how wet she is for us.” Barbatos gripped Drew’s hand, the fingers glistening with her arousal, and brought them to his mouth. Bethany’s mouth dropped open as Drew groaned. She had never..

Well, she had one lover who had wanted to, but she was too embarrassed, and Barabtos just.. Bethany gulped as his red-eyed gaze never left her.

“I will taste you girl, now or later.” He growled, pulling Drew’s fingers from his mouth with a pop. She tried to clamp her thighs closed, but Drew was in the way, and he gave her that dark chuckle again at her pitiful attempts. She didn’t get long to gape at the two, however, because Drew tugged his hand free and slid it back through her wetness, spreading Barbatos’ saliva along her folds and over her clit as he began to circle it with his fingers. Her hips bucked out of her control, and his other hand came down to grip her hip, holding her in place.

“I just love this.” Drew hissed, a pleased, if somewhat twisted expression on his face. “The mingling of my two lovers’ fluids. Of course,” Drew c****d his head. “I think it’d be prettier if my own was added to the mix..” Barbatos growled again, this time shoving up against Drew’s back, yanking his hips to him and grinding his erection into Drew’s still clad rear.

“Why are you still wearing pants?” Barbatos grumbled and Drew chuckled.

“Too busy playing to undress the rest of the way.” He replied with a laugh that ended in a gasp as Barbatos yanked his pants off his hips. “Well I guess that’s that.” Drew murmured, and Bethany admired what years of farm life had done to his form. Oh he still might hold a little extra weight, but he was strong, and it showed in his thick musculature. His broad chest and shoulders, defined calves and thighs, the forearms and biceps he showed off constantly with the muscles that stood out with each movement.. Even his ass was great, showing off its musculature with his shifting stance. Bethany had the ridiculous urge to bite it, and Barbatos growled again, and when she looked up, he was staring at her with unabashed lust. She had the uncomfortable impression that he knew exactly what she was thinking. He wasted no time in setting Drew to the side and advancing on her, fitting himself between her legs. She tried futilely once more to close her thighs to hide the wet gush she was sure just happened, but Barbatos had a tight grip on them, holding her in place. His hands slid up until they rested right on her hips, one thumb brushed over her mons and damp curls. She bit back a soft sound and his hands slid across the front of her hips so that he could brush his thumb over her clit. The feeling was like someone sent sparks through her pelvis, and she bucked hard.

“I’m tired of the foreplay already, will someone please get in me already.” Bethany gritted out, and Barbatos and Drew both froze. Shock resonated through their expressions, and the connection they all shared. Then Barbatos shook his head with a wry grin.

“Girl, if you intend to take my spines, you need to be extra wet. I won’t have you unable to walk for three days because I was unnecessarily cruel.” What shocked her was that Barbatos sounded almost.. Gentle. But she was frustrated, so she shoved herself up on one elbow.

“I am wet. Drew already proved that.” Was she blushing? She would deny it if she was, but the image of Drew’s wet fingers disappearing into Barbatos’ mouth clung to her, and she felt her face grow even more hot.

“Not wet enough.” Barbatos growled, distracting her. And then his face was between her legs, and his tongue, that practically rough thing, dragged over her clit and she almost screamed.

Drew let loose another evil chuckle, shoving her backwards so he could watch, a hand casually tracing over her hip to tangle in Barbatos’ fingers. The moment he did that, it was like they all connected somehow, and Bethany gasped. She could feel the lust from the other two pour into her. She could feel Barbatos’ need to taste her. It wasn’t just desire with him, it was a drive an actual instinct. And Drew.. She could almost feel the sensation as he stroked himself, watching as Barbatos’ tongue made her writhe. It was too much at once, and her mind short-circuited. Briefly, she forgot who she was, lost in all three minds, all three sets of emotions, all three bodies. The light rasp across her clit blended with the stroking of skin on skin, the taste, like yogurt and cherries, and the needs and desires all spun together until Barbatos placed a couple of calloused fingers at her entrance. He pushed them inside her, running them along her front wall and grazing that sweet spot, she fell back into her own body with an unexpectedly sharp and graceless tumble and promptly shattered.

Bethany’s body bucked out of her control. Every muscle twitched and spasmed, her thighs clamping down hard around Barbatos’ head. He growled, gripping her legs tighter to keep her steady, but she fought him, hard, without conscious effort. Her eyes were screwed so tightly shut that she saw stars, and when she finally opened them, she saw that Drew was bent over double, panting along with her. He’d splattered her belly and thighs with his release, and had even gotten some on Barbatos too. She looked at them both a little disappointed and sighed.

“Well, I guess that ends that then.” She said a little sadly, but Drew’s wicked grin was back on his face.

“Doll, you live with a Demon now. We’re just getting started.” He laughed.