Gates of Death - Rae Foxx Page 0,3

other. Lowering himself a bit to clutch my shoulder as he thrust.

As my orgasm washed over me, I couldn't help a few involuntary cries, but his hand absorbed most of them.

I pushed at his chest until he paused letting me catch my breath. He pulled out and stood at the side of the bed, waiting quietly for my next command. I stood beside him and pointed to the bed. "Lay down," I whispered.

He grinned and carefully positioned himself so I could climb onto him.

Sinking down onto his hard dick sent jolts of pleasure up my abdomen. I placed my hands on his chest, adjusting myself so I could rock back and forth, controlling how deep and fast we were going.

Another orgasm built, a little slower this time, but also more relaxing. The first had been hard and intense. I rode this one out as I moved, letting it wash over my body like a warm bath, relaxing me and releasing hormones that would help me get through the night.

I kept going, enjoying the pleasure of Gabriel’s dick until he found his release. He grunted, then grasped my hips to keep me still. With two sharp thrusts, he pushed in deep and sucked in harsh breaths through his nose.

When I was sure he was done, I climbed off and went to the bathroom for a quick cleanup. Slipping my panties on and letting my gown drop, I found my place on the bed between Michael and Gabriel, with my head on Gabriel’s chest.

2

Michael was asleep on one side and Gabriel on the other. I didn't move out of fear of waking either of them and soon I drifted off.

Lucifer woke all of us some time later. "Get up," he said. "It's time to think about a spell."

Michael wiped his eyes groggily. "Easier said than done," he said. His voice croaked with sleep.

"Yeah, usually only Raphael has access to relics like that," Gabriel said. I hadn't moved from my spot-on Gabriel’s chest and enjoyed the rumble of his words in my ear.

"Ariel is the blood of the two most powerful Fallen in creation," Lucifer said. "There must be a blood spell we can use."

"Those witches don't like helping us," Michael said. The bed creaked and shifted, as he moved to get up.. With a sigh, I rolled over and sat up. "I'm taking a shower," Michael said and headed for our bathroom.

Lucifer raised his eyebrow at his friend but didn't comment. Michael knew our home was his, always. Luc turned his gaze to Gabriel. "Come downstairs when you're cleaned up, too. I'll make you both something to eat."

He sent me a look I couldn't decipher and went downstairs. Gabriel sighed and pulled me closer. "How's he been?"

"Pretty bad," I admitted. "He's harsh. I think his power is causing him to feel moments of extreme rage."

Gabriel rubbed my back idly. "He's right. We need to go to more extreme measures. I'm not sure Raphael is in this realm anymore."

I turned my head looking at him in confusion. "What do you mean? He can't get into Abaddon, and you would've been able to find him easily in heaven, right?"

"Exactly. We would've found him in Heaven in an instant. And we've combed earth. I don't think he's here." He sighed. "Heaven has been in an uproar because we can't find him."

"I agree," Michael called from the bathroom. I hadn't even noticed the shower had shut off. "But Archangels doing a spell is foolhardy at best." He opened the door and a cloud of steam and yummy body wash smells came out.

Gabriel got up to shower while Michael rustled through Lucifer's drawers for clothes. "Can you stay long enough for me to wash your clothes?" I asked.

"Depends on what Luc wants to do about a spell." He shrugged and put on a pair of Luc's flannel pajama pants. "Not that there are a lot of options," he muttered.

With a sigh, I rolled out of bed. I still had on my nightgown, but I'd at least taken a shower this morning. Nothing seemed important except worrying about Ariel, but I was pretty sure I'd started to smell, so I'd forced myself into a shower.

Michael followed me downstairs where Luc was working his way through a stack of grilled cheese. I was impressed he even knew how to make that. Lucian had been a good cook, but I was sure Lucifer could've counted on one hand the number of times he'd been in the kitchen.

"Gimme," I said. He