"So Brahma wants to add me to his collection of angels?" I swallow deeply, realizing that this man wouldn't just lock me up for my DNA but would use my powers for his benefit instead."Pretty much. Yeah." Miles replies, looking me over as if to gauge my reaction."So what's the plan?" I ask, knowing my warrior God would've dissected the entire situation and come up with the best-suited option to keep Brahma away from."The plan isn't set in stone yet." Beckett replies, "We are still waiting for a few things to fall into place before we can determine if the plan will work." "So when will you know?" I ask cautiously, wondering if my men are keeping something from me yet again. "Tomorrow night. After your date, and we all return from our assignments." Luka speaks up, his response settling my worries of being kept in the dark again. I can wait one more day to hear their plan. "So, what happened during your meeting with my father?" Aphelion asks, taking my hand into his, the pad of his
`"What are you doing?" Katrina gasps as Luka nibbles at her throat. She must be unaware of the power seeping from her. I can feel the tendrils of her dark power, even now, wrapping around me, begging for me to feed it. I could feel small amounts of it before I stepped close to her and pulled her in my arms, but afterward, it was like her power leeched onto me, begging me to let it in, and with each caress of her stomach, her power begged out for more. Luka's right. Katrina's powers are growing, and they're begging to be fed. Whatever seal was on them before has been broken, and now they're ready to come out and play. "What does it look like I'm doing, Kit-Kat?" Luka asks, his voice an octave lower, taking on a dark and seductive tone. "I...Ahhh..." She cries out as I dip my finger into her underwear and run the pad of my index finger along her slit, "I don't know." She moans out as I push between her folds. My free hand I let roam up her body, along her chest and toward the base o
"Control it, Kitten. Call the darkness back inside of you." Miles whispers in a commanding tone to Katrina. We all watch in anticipation, hoping that Katrina will somehow be able to get control of her power. If she can't figure out how to control it, she won't be able to leave this room. As soon as Luka and Miles started to seduce our little mate, I knew exactly where this was going. Being the king of fuckery, this form of warfare is one of my favorites. Edging or Orgasm control can be sexy and fun when done in moderation, but it can also be a form of torture if it goes on for too long. If Katrina cannot learn how to control her darkness, our newest kink will become torture for her. While Luka may have been the one to give Katrina the terms of warfare, I know who the real commander is, and once Miles decides something, there is no changing his mind. If Katrina wants to orgasm, she will learn to control this part of herself.I can see the determination on her face as Katrina tries to
My chair is set up smack dab in the middle of the action. Off to the side, in front of Katrina, is where Samael and Luka are playing. Currently, Samael is on his knees, inhaling Luka's cock like it's the air he needs to breathe. Luka has his hands in Samael's long black mane, gripping it into a ponytail. Every few downward strokes, Luka will use his leverage on Samael and keep him shoved down on his cock, making him take it all. After he's gagged on it for a minute or so, Luka will release him, and Samael will pull off spittle dripping down his chin. It's hot, and I can tell by how Katrina's panting that she thinks so too. In front of me is Beckett, who is entirely in his element. He's gazing over Katrina like she's the main course, and he can't wait to dive in. His moves are so slow and calculated as he rubs his hand against Katrina's pussy, scooping up her juices and coating her ass, getting it wet and ready for her spankings. When he pulls away, I watch Katrina's ass cheeks clench
"You'll get to as soon as you get her under control, Kitten," I reply, standing up from my chair and walking over to her, towering above her. "This cock," I grab ahold of myself, "will be yours to do with as you please. It's not cumming until you do." "Miles," She pleads, looking up at me, "I can't. She's too strong." "Baby," Samael speaks up, tearing his lips from Luka's cock to look at his other mate, "She's a part of you. If she's too strong, it's because you made her that way." "Imagine your succubus," Luka states, looking almost as miserable as Katrina, making me wonder if Samael has been giving Luka a lesson in edging as well, "Once you have her pictured in your mind, imagine that you're trapping her, whether that be a box covered in chains or a prison cell. Once she's thoroughly locked up, imagine her confinement shrinking into the tiniest of pebbles, and then picture that pebble being swept away by the ocean's current." "I feel like I'm on fire." Katrina whispers, her eyes
Letting Katrina take the dominating lead is tough, to say the least. It goes entirely against my Alpha personality. Miles struggled a little at first, too, giving Katrina the reins, but he doesn't seem to mind since he isn't the one getting punished. Fuck. That little minx. I should've expected her to retaliate as soon as possible. I just didn't think I would be the only one punished. And using edging as a punishment until she learned control wasn't even fucking my idea. Miles came up with that idea all on his own. Fucking fucker. Although I can't say I didn't enjoy it, which is probably why I'm the only one being punished. And so I retreat to my chair, discarding my clothes before I do so. Even if I can't get off with my mate, I can still get myself off watching her get fucked. Voyeurism is another one of my many kinks. "Beckett," Katrina calls, her voice overly sweet, and I know whatever she's going to say will be anything but, "No cumming until I tell you to." She pauses for a min
When Miles woke me this morning, I felt rejuvenated. Last night had been eye-opening. My body was still sore this morning from the pounding it had taken last night, and my clit was throbbing, but this is the first time since coming to power that I've felt like I am in control of my body. I'm no longer afraid that I'm a ticking time bomb. My men and anyone else I'll come in contact with will be safe...at least from my demonic side. My angelic side is still unknown to me, but I've only been afraid of my Divine Light, and I have that under control now as well."Kitten," Miles called soothingly, whispering gently in my ear as he rubbed my back, "It's time to get up.""What time is it?" I ask as I roll of my stomach, tossing Beckett's arm off me in the process, which causes him to groan before he covers his head with the pillow."Early," Miles replies, taking my hand and pulling me the rest of the way out of bed."What's on the agenda today?" I ask, stretching my arms over my head and twis
"What do you mean I can't wear this?" I ask, gesturing to my stretchy ensemble. "You picked it out for me.""The shorts barely cover your ass, babe, and your tits are barely contained in that top." Miles replies, "You in that outfit, it does things to me. Instead of taking you out on our date, I'm going to drag your ass to my room caveman-style and claim your body as mine over and over again."There goes my traitorous cunt weeping once again for his cock."And what would you like me to wear, Hurricane?" I ask, dropping my new nickname for him."Hurricane?" Samael questions."Isn't she the one named after a Hurricane?" Aphelion asks."What the hell type of nickname is that?" Beckett chimes in.I can hear Luka chuckling in the background and it gives me hope that at least one of my mates gets my reference."Just don't ask." Miles replies exasperatedly to his cousins, before he turns toward his room, quickly returning with one of his shorts and a pair of sweats, shoving them into my hand