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

Chapter Ten: Two Humans And A Demon

Drew..

He was up bright and early to feed the chickens and other animals, forgetting for a moment about the girl in the barn. Until he saw Barbatos sneaking from the building with a furtive look around. Barbatos nearly jumped when he spotted Drew, which just made Drew even more suspicious that something was up with Barbatos’ innate abilities. But then Barbatos scowled and stomped towards him.

“Don’t worry about the morning chores. I’ve done them. Didn’t want the animal ruckus to wake our guest.” Barbatos jerked his chin in the direction of the barn, but Drew could tell there was more than what Barbatos was saying.

“Well, how very kind of you.” Drew remarked sarcastically, then immediately tried to reign in the jealousy he knew dripped from every pore. He heaved a sigh, and even as he did, Barbatos’ scowl deepened. “Listen, I know you’re not trying to-” Barbatos cut him off by throwing up a hand.

“No, you’re right. I can’t get over the draw between the two of you. The Marks have me strung between the two of you like a pearl on a string. I feel tugged this way and that by your emotions.. by the bonds we share, and I can’t just ignore either of you. I’ve never Marked a human with the intention of keeping them before you, and I’m not entirely certain what my motives were to be honest, other than driving away the slavers, when I Marked her, but something keeps drawing me back, and maybe it’s the mystery of it all, the mystery of her, and maybe it will fade, and maybe it doesn’t, in which case, I’ll understand if you want to be released from my presence. I won’t torture you Drew, over something I don’t understand.” Barbatos strode away, leaving Drew to stare after him. A mix of emotions ranging from jealousy to depression raced through him. Had Barbatos just told him.. To leave? Because he was never going to get over wanting that woman? Bethany? Was this the end for them?

“Like Hell!” Drew barked, and chased after Barbatos. There was no way he was being dismissed this easily.

He caught the Demon in a few short yards and grabbed him by the shoulder, risking the fact that Barbatos often did not like affection he did not initiate. As predicted, Barbatos spun with a snarl, but Drew was ready, planting a heavy kiss on his lips that included some teasing with his own teeth, and a lingering tug on Barbatos’ lower lip trapped between those teeth, that changed Barbatos’ expression in an instant.

Drew knew Barbatos’ buttons. Sure, Barbatos liked to chase, but Drew knew there was also a tiny part of ‘Tos that liked to be pursued, just as much. That aggression from his partner as much a turn-on as the hunt.

Another nip at Barbatos’ lower lip had Barbatos turning to slam Drew up against the side of the barn. Barbatos’ eyes bled red, then so deep brown again they looked almost black, only for the red to creep back in again to disappear in a blink. Sharp nails scraped up Drew’s sides under his shirt, causing an involuntary shudder, and then Drew’s shirt was ripped, lying in tatters on the ground. Barbatos’ mouth slid down Drew’s neck, dangerous teeth threatening skin and arteries, lips and tongue sucking marks onto the flesh before slipping over his collarbone and landing on the Mark on Drew’s chest. The drain was instant, and the back of Drew’s skull hit the barn even as he groaned, feeling his very soul mingle with that of his lover’s.

“So..hungry..” Barbatos muttered between great gulps as he suckled Drew’s Mark. Drew’s back arched, offering even more of his chest to Barbatos. “Need you..” Barbatos nuzzled Drew’s chest like he could crawl inside. Drew swallowed hard, fighting back an even louder moan as he went light-headed. It was possible Barbatos was taking just a little too much, but the feeling was heady, and Drew relaxed into it, letting go of every thought except his lover’s lips on his chest and the feeling of their minds and souls swirling around each other. Suddenly Barbatos was holding Drew up, his arms wrapped around Drew’s chest under his arms, sharp nails digging savagely into the muscles of Drew’s back.

“‘Tos, I..” Drew managed, one hand dug into Barbatos’ messy curls, the other wrapped around the back of ‘Tos’ neck, but Drew’s words failed him, unable to warn his Demon lover that he may be about to lose consciousness.

“Hush. You were worried you no longer belonged to me. Let me show you.” Barbatos knelt, his mouth worshiping Drew’s musculature, tongue dipping into his navel, teeth nipping and scraping at n*****s, ribs, abdomen. Barbatos’ lips trailed kisses until he reached Drew’s waistband, then he growled and yanked at the button and zipper, tugging Drew along with it and making him laugh.

“Calm down, I’ve got it.” Drew chided, and undid the pants swiftly, shoving them down over his hips before Barbatos could rip yet another article of his clothes. In moments, Barbatos had grabbed Drew around the hips, wrapping his arms securely under his thighs as he settled Drew against the barn wall on his shoulders so he could..

“Oh..” Drew exhaled as his erection disappeared between Barbatos’ lips. It’s not like it was the first time, but Barbatos was less likely to do this than Drew was because of those “Teeth!” Drew exclaimed, tossing his head back against the barn wall and grimacing. The dangerous and painful scrape of them was a guilty pleasure of both Barbatos and Drew, if he cared to admit it. But as much as there was a pleasure element, there was also the pain, and Drew could only take so much..

Barbatos tucked his lips as best he could around his teeth and continued to bob his head along Drew’s length, but it was the suction that had Drew losing control what felt shamefully quickly.

Because if there was one thing their Demon knew how to do, it was use that mouth to suck. Wait.. their Demon?

Before Drew could examine the thought too hard, Barbatos had reached between them to fondle Drew’s balls, and Drew was coming so hard into Barbatos’ mouth he didn’t think it would stop. He could feel himself twitching away, a whole second pulse resonating from his c**k and balls, but Barbatos refused to yield, drawing on him and squeezing as he growled softly, swallowing everything down. Drew felt himself going limp, finally sated, and Barbatos let his body slide down the wall.

But Barbatos was far from done.

Turning Drew away from him, he fondled Drew's n****e as he canted his hips out, knocking apart his feet.

“My turn.” Barbatos growled in Drew’s ear and Drew felt all his blood try to rush downward again, although it had just left there.

Barbatos..

His spines were out. And he couldn’t control it. The least he could do was reach across space for some lube for Drew, and maybe that.. toy.. he’d gotten.

It was really a vanity piece to make men feel bigger.

For Drew and Barbatos, it protected Drew from his spines, until he could calm down enough for them to retract.

The moment Drew heard the cap on the lube, he turned, and seeing the toy, grabbed Barbatos’ hand, shaking his head.

“I want to feel you, not some piece of rubber.” Drew made a face.

“Drew..” Barbatos exhaled “The spines..”

“Aren’t going to cut me up inside, we’ve established that. Yeah, they might make me sore for a day or two, but any good s*x would. Besides, if anything truly awful happens, I’ve got my trusty Fallen Angel on my side to save me, right?” Drew fingered the Mark on his chest, the skin around it still bright red from the abuse Barbatos had heaped on it earlier. Barbatos looked at Drew once more for confirmation, who smiled widely, knowing he was going to get his way, then turned to assume the position impatiently. Barbatos grumbled in his throat as he tugged at himself with the lube, then he roughly repositioned Drew, who laughed again, but whose laughter died as Barbatos’ fingers sunk into him.

“You’re entirely too happy for someone who’s about to take my cock.” Barbatos grumbled. Drew shuddered as Barbatos stretched him, squirting more lube to make sure Drew was nice and slick.

“S-shouldn’t I be happy?” Drew forced out. “My Demon lover has decided I’m still enough for him..” Drew would have said Barbatos made him instantly regret his words, but the truth was, as Barbatos’ pointed tip breached him in a rush, opening him to the wider shaft of his lover’s barbed c**k, Drew couldn’t lie to himself about liking his pleasure with a bite of pain. And Barbatos was always careful. Sometimes too careful for Drew, as he was now. Barbatos slowed his pace to let Drew adjust, but Drew was having none of it, shoving his hips backward until his ass bumped into the cradle of Barbatos’ hips. His lover gripped him by the hips and ran his nose up the side of the back of Drew’s spine with a softly breathed growl. It was a gentle threat, but one, again, that Drew intended to ignore.

Drew pulled forward and the spines scraped along Drew’s innards on the way out, lighting up half a dozen nerves and making Drew groan in torturous pleasure. The spines weren’t sharp. More like the bristles of a hairbrush. Only these bristles lit fireworks along his inner nervous system.

“Drew..” Barbatos bit out, grabbing him more tightly and trying to control his movements. He’d likely have trouble with that. Drew was already half-way to bliss and ignoring everything around him as his body found a pleasurable rhythm.

Drew’s pleasure came to a screeching halt, however, when Barbatos pressed him up against the barn wall, flattening him in place with his body to prevent Drew’s movements.

“I told you to take it easy.” Barbatos grunted next to Drew’s ear, his hand slipping around to find Drew already springing back from ejaculation previously.

“Must have missed it.” Drew panted, to Barbatos’ skeptical hum. Barbatos was fully seated within him, pulsing, and Drew couldn’t stop the tiny circling motion he tried to execute with his hips. It lit up his prostate, and Drew gasped, along with Barbatos, who gave several shallow thrusts of his own.

“You’re going to strangle me.” Barbatos growled, squeezing Drew himself as if to make a point. But that didn’t help. Drew bucked into Barbatos’ hand uncontrollably, enjoying the tight squeeze accompanied by the pressure on his prostrate. The moment caused Barbatos’ spines to drag along his inner walls, which only made his movements even more wild and out of control. Barbatos snarled, nipping his nape with sharp teeth, pinching the skin between them and beginning to thrust in earnest.

Barbatos trapped him against the wall, shoving into him so the spines scraped into and out of him, massaging his prostrate and dragging past his rim deliciously. He hardly had a chance to enjoy himself before he was biting his own fist, trying to muffle the sounds he was making as he fell apart on Barbatos’ c**k, pressed between his greatest love and the barn they had built together. He sagged slightly, tears coming to his eyes. This was his home with Barbatos. The home they’d built together. And as Barbatos’ hot seed filled him, and his Demon lover groaned, pressing against his back to place tender kisses along his neck and jaw, for the moment, Drew felt that love and sense of home reaffirmed. He felt slightly silly for letting his faith in it be shaken.

As Drew turned his face to return Barbatos’ kisses, he noticed the wild head of brown hair ducking back out of view. Barbatos observed the direction of Drew’s glance and smirked.

“Don’t worry, she enjoyed the show.” He purred, and Drew remembered the reason his faith had been shaken. In fact, he could never escape her now.

Bethany..

That had been..

The hottest and most terrifying thing she’d ever seen.

First of all, the raw strength Barbatos possessed, tossing Drew, a literal giant compared to them both, around like that. Like it was nothing. Like he weighed nothing.

And then, what was that she had seen and heard?

Barbatos was a Demon. She knew that, but apparently he didn’t have entirely human anatomy?

Had she heard spines?

She had seen him become some sort of cat..lizard..thing..but spines?

She swore he’d looked weird when he’d pulled his p***s out of his pants. Too pointy at the tip, and like there was something covering him, but she’d not been close enough to see for sure. She might have said he was covered in hair, honestly, if she hadn’t have heard the word spines.

And why did the idea intrigue her so much, making her feel all tingly between her legs?

She rubbed at her clit through her clothes, trying to decide if this was really a place she wanted to get naked and masturbate in. Ultimately, she decided that hay or straw or whatever, was just not her thing. Bethany sighed, disappointed, still feeling her pulse between her legs and sort of wishing she had someone to relieve it for her.

And with that disturbing thought, she forced herself to leave the barn. Maybe if she could distract herself, she would stop thinking about it.

Ginger had disappeared at some point while she had shamelessly enjoyed perving on the two men. Luckily, there was more than one entrance to the barn, so she had been able to sneak out a side door that was built more people-sized. She looked furtively around and then booked it away from the barn until she made it a fair distance into the garden, where she was stopped by the sudden unfortunate truth that.. She really didn’t have anything much she could do.

Tossing her arms up, she dropped down to a seated position at the end of what appeared to be a large patch of strawberries with a huff, crossing her arms. She looked around herself dejectedly, pouting, only to have her mouth water as she noticed the number of ripe fruits just waiting on the vines. Without thought, she crawled forward and grabbed the first few that she saw. Barely taking the time to divest them of leaves and stems, she popped them in her mouth.

The sweet flavor of the juice nearly choked her, she tried to swallow so much of it so fast. Worse, she was already reaching for more and she hadn’t even finished what was in her mouth, but she couldn't slow down. Her second mouthful was just as good, though she tried to force herself to take it a little easier, and by her fourth, her hands were moving faster than her jaw could work. She needed something to carry the strawberries in.

Bethany looked around and nearly crowed with delight when she spotted a plastic bucket. She now had something to carry her treasures in! Bethany bounded over and yanked up the bucket before giving it a second thought, and within minutes, she had handfuls of fruit filling the bottom. It was difficult for her not to spend just as much time filling her mouth as she did the bucket while she moved among the wild rows of strawberries. Somebody had tried to control the rowdy spread of the plants, but it was obvious they just hadn’t managed to stay on top of it. Didn’t matter to Bethany, because it just meant more fruit for her. In fact, she hadn’t seen this much fresh fruit in one place since.. Well, maybe never in her entire lifetime. Especially since she’d been born some time right around the beginning of the Demon Apocalypse. Her parents weren't ever very good at keeping track of the date, so even she wasn't sure exactly how old she was.

Even after her hunger was sated, and she was in danger of making herself sick from continuing to stuff strawberries in her mouth, she kept filling the bucket. After all, who knew when the next time the Demon and his lover might feed her might be, and she was never one to rely on others anyway. Besides, these were just going to go to waste on the vine, right?

Beyond that, she squashed down any guilt she might have felt by reminding herself how badly she’d been treated. She didn’t want to stay, right? But the Demon wouldn’t let her go.

It wasn’t her fault if she ruined his s**t out of boredom or hunger. What did he want her to do? Stare at a barn wall all day?

With that thought, she turned with a full bucket of strawberries in her hands..

Only to run, once more, into a frowning Drew.

“Oh my God, what are you doing? Stalking me?!” She yelped, barely keeping the bucket of precious fruit from spilling from her hands as she clutched it to her chest as quickly as she could.

“Shouldn’t I be asking that? Weren’t you the one peeping on Barbatos’ and my private moment? Aren’t you the one trespassing on our land?” Drew crossed his arms and glared. Bethany straightened and glared back. She may not be as tall as Drew, but she could still look bitchy when she wanted to.

“One: If you want me gone, say the word. But you’ll have to tell Barbatos, because he won’t let me leave.” She held up a finger, tucking the priceless fruit under her other arm, though the heavy plastic bucket was heavier than she anticipated the longer she held it. “And two: if you don’t want people perving: get a room! You have s*x out in the open and expect people not to notice? What’s wrong with you?” Bethany waved her hand, but Drew’s gaze had zeroed in on the plastic tub of strawberries she held tight against her body. He frowned.

“Did you.. Pick all those yourself? I was going to do it, but you’ve saved me an hour or two of work. I don’t understand.. Why would you do that?” Drew raised confused eyes to hers, and for a moment, she stared back, just as confused.

Then she understood.

Drew thought she’d picked the fruit to help him out. When really, she’d just done it for herself. She swallowed, then glanced at the bucket.

“Yeah well, I ate some, so I thought..” Bethany extended the bucket, nearly thrusting it at Drew, guilted into handing it over.,.. Drew took it mutely, watching her as she swallowed hard again and shrugged. Her chest ached again, deep inside, some part of her warring with the rest over her guilt and desire to argue that the fruit was hers. It was stupid, and she offered Drew a wry grin before spinning in place to leave.

“Wait.. uh.. I mean thank you? There’s plenty, so don’t worry about whatever you ate.” Drew called after her, and Bethany bristled.

“Don’t worry, I hadn't planned on it.” She sassed back, stomping off and leaving a scowling Drew behind her.