Snowballs in Hell
hands.
    Why was I trying to push Auric away? He still loved me. I lifted my face and closed my eyes when his lips came down possessively on mine.
    When he let me up for air several minutes later, I had to ask. “So did David call you as soon as the dirty deed was done? Or were you watching?” He at least had the grace to look sheepish. “He called while you were in the shower.
    He also told me you wouldn’t kiss him. Thank you.” I blushed, I couldn’t help it, he looked so happy I’d reserved that treat for him.
    “So, now what?” I asked.
    “Now we plan an orgy.”
    I slammed my foot down on his insole and he sucked in a breath. “Just kidding,” he wheezed. “We’ll take this slow, but Muriel, we can’t wait too long. I got a report this afternoon souls might be disappearing in Hell again. We think Azazel’s master is planning something and soon.”
    I trembled and my vision blurred for a second as the fear flooded me. Auric held me tight while the attack passed.
    “Get David. I want this curse out of my head,” I whispered.
    “Sit down and wait for me. I’ll tell him to meet us back at the loft.” Auric left me with my thoughts–part excitement, part curiosity. How did a threesome work? Was I ready?
    Ready or not, tonight had to be the night. If the master had returned with some nefarious plot in mind, then I needed to be able to face him without pissing my pants.
    Auric came back and scooped me into his arms. Leaving by the side entrance, he unfurled his beautiful shadow wings and soared into the night sky. I twined my arms tightly around his neck and nibbled on his chin and neck. When that didn’t get me a reaction, I reached a hand down and grabbed him.
    Auric sucked in a breath. “Muriel. You’re going to make us crash.”
    “So pay attention,” I teased, sliding my hands into his pants to curl around his partially stiff cock. I stroked his velvety skin, enjoying the way he expanded in my hand and how his breathing grew ragged.
    Too soon we arrived at the fire escape for the loft and he bundled me inside, his hands ripping at my clothes until I stood nude before him. I ran to the bed and hopped on.
    David hadn’t arrived yet, so with a coy smile and a crooked finger I beckoned Auric who stripped before taking long strides to meet me. He fell on me like a ravenous beast, and I met his hungry kisses and added in some sinuous tongue.
    We rolled on the bed, seeking to dominate the other and just enjoying the feel of our naked skin rubbing together. Finally, we stopped wrestling. I found myself on the bottom while a very erect Auric lay on top. He held my hands above my head and his green eyes smoldered. I licked my lips.
    He smiled at me wickedly then lowered his head to suck on my erect nipple. I moaned and tried to pull my hands free to grab his head, but he held them, a prisoner to his teasing. His hot mouth swirled on the erect nub, and then suddenly I felt two mouths as another warm pair of lips latched onto my other breast.
    Shocked, I opened my eyes to see David had joined the fray, his blond head alongside Auric’s ebony one as they laved my nipples and breasts with their mouths and tongues. And, oh, did the view–not to mention the feel of it—turn me on.
    As if sensing my wavering attention, I felt almost simultaneous nips that made me cry out. I closed my eyes again and allowed myself to become lost in the sensation of their dual oral assault. And despite my earlier stance and adamant refusal to indulge in a threesome, damn was I enjoying it.
    Auric slid to the side but kept one leg thrown over my thigh. Like a reflecting mirror, David snuggled closer to my other side and put his leg over mine as well. Auric pulled one hand down from where it held mine prisoner, but David had one of his hands take its place. Their dominant takeover of my body made me squirm and pant. My pussy throbbed in anticipation, slick with my juices. They must have read my mind–or smelled my arousal–for

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