Page 12 of Burn in Bliss

I had no idea what he was asking me to take, but when he ran his fingers over the folds of my dress and peeled it down my hips, I agreed into Samael’s mouth.

Because I’d do anything these two males wanted right now.

And Samael knew how to make my body sing; he always did. He seemed relaxed with me and at ease, showing my body how to move with his as he cupped my face.

“Kiss me while he undresses you, beloved,” he whispered against my mouth.

I gave him a jerky nod, my entire body tense with expectation as Orion slowly slid my dress down my body, allowing it to pool at my feet. It left me completely naked, as I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

I reached down, trying to hook my fingers into Samael’s pants, but Orion’s hands were still around me and he took my wrists in a solid grip. “I’ll do that,” he said, his breath on my skin as he yanked down Samael’s pants with one brutal rip.

The angel showed his teeth, which was a cool danger pressed against my mouth as he flicked his gaze over my cheek.

“Change places with me, Samael,” Orion demanded in response to the angel’s glare.

Samael’s nostrils flared. “Not yet,” he said, then dropped to his knees. He still had that strange metal collar around his neck, and the chains attached to it as well. They noisily clanked with his movements.

I would have fallen over from my loss of balance had Orion not righted himself and wrapped his strong arm around my middle again.

A shocked whimper came out of my mouth when Samael kissed me once more, but this time between my legs. He thrust his tongue into me just like he had with my mouth, tasting me and sending vibrations against my core as he growled with approval.

“Sunlight,” he said as if he liked the taste of Orion’s magic in my flavor.

“Is he always like this?” Orion asked against my ear. He still wore his pants, but his need pressed into my ass as he slowly ground against me. Every subtle thrust pushed me further onto Samael’s mouth, making me whimper again. “My star,” he pressed.

“Y-yes,” I admitted. It was Azrael who always took his time and made me beg.

Samael was the opposite. He wanted to make me come as fast as possible, force me to the peak, and then see how quickly he could make me do it again before I’d even finished falling.

Either method was the most deliciously sweet torture that it was almost a relief to be pressed against Orion’s chest while I endured it. Azrael would have been waiting for his turn to maximize on his brother’s efforts. Samael would leave me sensitive and taut like a string on an instrument, which Azrael would force to sing.

I sucked in a breath as Samael replicated my most delectable memories, swirling his tongue over me as he listened to the subtle movements of my body. He knew what I liked, and he knew when I was trying to hide it.

He was getting me there and he’d only started.

“Are you going to explode for us, Lily?” the demigod asked, his voice husky and sounding quite pleased. Once again, he was letting Samael have his way.

Because of me.

Samael closed his mouth on my clit and sucked, making my heart skip a beat. He eased two fingers into me, then curled them, giving me the perfect stimulation to make a climax rush to the surface.

I tried to temper it down. I always fought it because Samael was going to make it hurt.

Even if I liked it, I couldn’t help but try to fight out of basic self-preservation.

Orion seemed to notice my apprehension and whispered encouragement in my ear. “You’re doing such a good job, sweet star. You’re going to come for us, then you’re going to take our cocks. Both of us… at the same time.”

I’m going to… what?

The thought shorted my brain, making me forget I was trying to fight the wicked things Samael was doing to my body. He rolled his tongue over me again and again, quickly forcing me over the peak as my body clenched around his fingers. I screamed as the orgasm surprised me, and Orion cooed encouragements and praise in my ear all while Samael drew out each spasm with expert strokes and licks.

When I was spent, I felt a little bit warmer and my mouth tasted like drinking a cool beverage on a warm beach. Somehow, I’d absorbed some of Orion’s sunlight.

How much was he going to give me?

My feathers felt sticky when Orion gifted me to Samael. The angel held me in his arms as I rode the wave of euphoria.

My eyes widened when I noticed the wound down his chest was bleeding again.