Blood Dawn (Queen of Abaddon Book 3) by Rae Foxx (ebook reader wifi .txt) 📕

"Speak for yourself," Gabe said. "I'm trying out that kick-ass bathroom.”

They shut the bedroom door and I tuned out their voices.

Hopping on the side of the bed, I did just as I told them I'd do, but I found nothing threatening about Luc's condition. He was in a deep sleep and his entire body felt tired. The magic had used every bit of energy he had. He probably needed a good meal, too. Even Angels had to eat.

After fussing over him and tucking him in, I pulled his door closed and hit the bathroom.

I could've spent a lifetime in that bathtub. Even if I stretched out, my fingers and toes couldn't reach the edges. "I'm getting one of these in Abaddon when this is over," I whispered to nobody.

A bottle of liquid was the only soap in the room, so I squeezed some out and smelled it.

It smelled like honey. I lathered it up and found it delightfully soapy, so I used it to wash all over, then when I was sufficiently pruny, I stepped out of the water and wrapped myself in a large, plush towel.

Guilt about having a luxurious bath while Ariel was missing, Luc's powers were missing, and Luc was in the next room injured threatened to weaken my knees.

I had no choice. We were stuck here overnight. Why couldn't I have a bath? Gritting my jaw against the emotions, I headed for the other bedroom.

Gabe and Michael smiled at me when I closed the door with a soft click.

“How’s he doing?” Gabe twisted his mouth as concern crinkled around his eyes.

I shrugged. “Could be better, but he’ll live.” Then I yawned, not even bothering to cover my mouth. “Fuck, I’m tired.”

Michael laughed and patted the bed, his hand moving over the space between him and Gabe. “Then get in. We left room.” They were down to their boxer briefs, lounging on the large bed that looked too comfortable by far. Was this some sort of magical bed and breakfast? Why did Cecilio have such luxurious quarters?

I sighed, part in relief and part in contentment, shed my towel without any fanfare or style at all and crept up into my place between them.

“Turn the lights off, please,” I murmured.

Michael made a small groan of disappointment. “But I like watching you sleep.”

“Too bad,” I sassed. “I’m tired.”

“How tired?” Gabe asked, his voice a low, seductive murmur against my ear. Oh, they weren't tired, apparently. And even though I was, I knew what was coming.

And came it did. First, the softest of touches against my skin, sensations I could have brushed away as a figment of my imagination, but the stroking grew more insistent against my thigh. Light, feathery touches that sent showers of sparks across my skin.

“Who’s doing that?” The grumble in my voice sounded irritated, but they knew I was open for them to continue, as I shifted to give the culprit better access to my body, baring my breasts, my nipples already hardening at the thought of lying naked beside two equally nearly naked angels who knew exactly how to make my body sing.

Wanton mischief crept through me and keeping my eyes closed, I reached blindly forward, smiling as I smoothed my palm across the hard planes of Michael's chest. His nipples were already little hard nubs, and I leaned over to swirl my tongue around one.

He moaned softly as he caressed my cheek. “I thought you were tired,” he murmured.

“Oh, I’m very tired. So tired, in fact, that both of you might have to do all the work.” I let my words linger in the air as I waited for their next move. I wasn't kidding, either. If they wanted this, as I now did, they had to work for it.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Gabe skated a light touch down the center of my back, right between the base of where my wings would be, to the top of my ass as he pressed his lips to my neck where it met my shoulder. He sucked on my flesh a little, tugging it between his teeth and sending small sparks of pain dancing through me.

I muttered my pleasure and pressed against him, eager for him to do it again.

I relaxed as he kneaded my ass in firm strokes until my legs parted.

Michael mimicked Gabe’s movements, running his hands across my belly and down my thighs before dipping his finger between my legs and stroking over my clit. I stiffened as my muscles tensed at the sudden rush of pleasure, then thrust my hips gently, searching for more of the same.

Moving between them and against them, a hand stroked here, a cock nudged there until Michael groaned. "Are you really going to make us do all of the work?"

I laughed as I opened my eyes. “And what is it you think I should be doing?” I took his hard cock in my hand in one fast movement. “Paying you more attention?” I stroked slowly and firmly as I waited for him to answer.

He hissed his pleasure and closed his eyes as he pressed closer to me. “I always want your attention.”

"I'm literally standing at attention," Gabe agreed, and pressed his cock against my ass, smearing pre-cum over my skin as he moved. The dampness was exacerbated by the cool air of the magically air-conditioned room.

A wave of desire flooded through me, and I craved their touch against my skin and deep inside me.

I rolled onto my back, and immediately they each palmed one of my breasts as if they'd practiced the movement. Michael dropped his lips to my collarbone and nibbled up to my jaw, his soft hair tickling me as he moved, and Gabe sucked my nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue until my hips lifted from the bed, eager for more.

Michael took hold of his cock, stroking it from base to tip in one smooth motion, and I bit my lips as my clit pulsed with