I moaned against his lips, feeling a wave of desire wash over me. As much as I wanted to resist the pull that Azrael had on me, I couldn't deny the powerful attraction that I felt toward him.
He pulled away from me, his eyes dark with lust. "But for now," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face, "Let me show you what it means to be in the embrace of the Fourth Horseman."
With that, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine once more, his hands roaming over my body with an expertise that left me gasping and writhing beneath him. As he took me to heights of pleasure that I had never known before, I knew that there was no turning back from the path that I had chosen.
I was breathless when he pulled away, then gasped when he slid down to kiss the exposed skin of my stomach as he pushed up my tank top to reveal my C-cup breasts.
A moan escaped my lips as he cupped my breasts and squeezed before leaning down to suck a hardened nipple into his mouth. My fingers became tangled in his silky hair as he tortured my nipples until they were hard enough to cut glass.
When he crawled back up to touch his lips to mine, I noticed that his eyes had become illuminated and had diamond-shaped pupils. I wondered if this had something to do with him being a Horsemen.
I shivered when his hand trailed down my stomach and slipped under my shorts to cup my bare mound that was soaking wet. Azrael's face lit up with a smile as he brought his wet fingers to his mouth.
"Fuck, baby, you taste good," Azrael purred as he licked his fingers, "Can I have more?"
When I nodded, a shit-eating grin lit up his face as he crawled between my legs. After removing my shorts, he tossed them onto the floor and then leaned in to press his lips to my inner thigh, where the mark of Lilith was making me gasp.
I felt very exposed as he leaned in and ran his tongue down my slit making me gasp. Azrael shivered as he licked his lips, then hooked each knee over his shoulders before grabbing the globes of my as to dive in between my legs and eat my pussy like a ravenous animal.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped as I gripped the blood-red sheets as he did magical things to me with his mouth and fingers.
I watched as he used his free hand to pull his cock free from its confinements and rubbed it with a groan as he continued to lap at my soaked core. The sight of him pleasuring himself as he pleasured sent me over the edge with a gasp as an orgasm hit me so hard that I screamed Azrael's name as I soaked his fingers with my pussy juice.
I gasped awake in my bed, sitting straight up in the process, and smashed my head into Nate's nose.
"Fuck!" Nate yelled as he ran into the attached bathroom with blood pouring from his nose.
….Oops….
"Oh shit! Are you okay, Nate?" I asked as I slid from the bed, then froze when I realized that my shorts were missing. My face heated as I grabbed another pair from my dresser, then hurried to the bathroom to check on Nate.
When I stepped into the bathroom, I found Nate with his shirt off and was now shoving toilet paper up his nose. I winced when I saw all the blood on his shirt, then went to the closet to get a rag.
After running it under the faucet, I started wiping the dried blood from his face.
"I'm so sorry, Nate; I didn't know you were there."
"It's not your fault," he says nasally, "I shouldn't have woken you up like that. I was asleep on the couch when I heard you scream. I know they say that you shouldn't wake someone if they are dreaming, but I was worried."
I snorted and said, "That was definitely not a nightmare," as my cheeks grew red.
Nate smirked as he took the wet rag from me and then said, "Looks like you are having some dirty fantasies about those Horsemen brothers."
I fanned my face with my hand as it began to burn, then shivered when I remembered how good it had felt.
"I can't help it," I admitted, "They are just smoking hot."
Nate nodded in agreement, then rose from his seat on the toilet, "Now that I know that you are okay, I will let you get back to sleep."
"I'm sorry about your nose," I said, handing him his bloody shirt.
Nate just shrugged it off, "It's okay. I know it wasn't on purpose."
After giving me a hug, he left the room as I returned to my bed, then noticed I had a new text message from an unknown number that said, "Hello, baby doll, this is Azrael, just texting to see if you are okay."
I smiled as I crawled back into the bed, then texted a reply, "I am okay; my friend Nate heard me screaming and thought I was having a nightmare."
After saving his name in my phone, I snuggled into my blankets and fell into a deep uninterrupted sleep.
The following morning, I woke up to my phone ringing. With a groan, I grabbed it, hit the call button, and then brought it to my ear, "Hello?" I mumbled.
"Did I wake you?" asked the familiar voice of Beelzebub.
I sat up with a smile and then said, "I was asleep, but I am awake now."
"My brothers and I took a look at your application last night. Can you come to the club for a proper interview?" asked Beel.
I nodded frantically… like he could see me… then said, "Yes, of course; when do you want me there?"
"How soon can you be here?" he purred.
"I need to shower and get cleaned up, but I can be there by noon," I replied.
"We will be here waiting for you at the door at noon then. See you soon."
When he hung up, I squealed like a lunatic, then rushed to the bathroom to get ready.
Three hours later, I exited the taxi to find the club in full swing as I approached the door. I wasn't sure if I could skip the line or not, but I was saved by Abaddon as he appeared in the doorway.
"Come on in, pussy cat; after today, you will never have to wait in this line again," he says as he hooks his elbow through mine.
"Does that mean I got the job?" I asked.
"I believe so, but you don't have to work here to have the VIP treatment," Abaddon says, "You are our destined one, whether you are ready to accept it or not, but you always will be in our hearts."
I tried not to let my heart melt into a puddle at his words, but it was hard not to as I followed him up the stairs and down a hall that led to the four offices with golden placards with the brothers' names on them.
We walked down the hall until we got to Michael's office, then opened the door to reveal the three others waiting on the other side, looking mighty handsome in their suits. Today I wore a black polka-dot blouse with black slacks and white heels with cute white bows. I made sure I looked hot before I came, and the looks on their faces as they looked me up and down made me feel good.
"Well, hello, baby doll," Azrael purred as I entered the room, "You are looking good enough to eat." Azrael rose to his feet and knelt before me to kiss my palm, "I am yours to command."
I shook my head but smiled as he stood before guiding me to the empty chair in front of Michael's desk.
Michael cleared his throat before leaning forward on his elbows to lace his fingers together as he gave me undivided attention.
"Before we get into the interview, I wanted to tell you that I am sorry for how things went yesterday. After contemplating it all night, I realized it would be too overwhelming to be thrown into the water like that; I could have explained it better."
I sucked in a deep breath and then said, "It was overwhelming, but I have thought about it some. I believe you are who you say you are, but I am not ready to pop out four babies; I want to live my own life before bringing children into the fold."
"I understand; that is why we have decided to wait until you are ready. We want time to get to know you before we have to worry about babies," Michael explained.
I nodded as I thought about what he said, then said, "I would like it if we took things slow and got to know each other."
The four of them smiled while Azrael winked, making me blush as I remembered what he had done last night.
Michael growled at Azrael as he narrowed his eyes at him, "You visited her dreams again, didn't you?"
Azrael shrugged, "She left upset; I wanted to ensure she was okay. All I did was get to know her a little; there was no fucking involved."
"As long as Angel says it's okay, it doesn't matter what we do, "says Beel, "She is the one who had us wrapped around her pretty little fingers."
Abaddon, who was sitting on the edge of Michael's desk, nodded, "I'm with Beelzebub on this, Mike. If Angel wants to fuck, I will not say no." he says as he wiggles his eyebrows, making me smile.
Michael sighed deeply and nodded, "Alright, maybe we can choose a day each week to take her on a date somewhere, but on the weekends, she comes to the house to spend time with all of us together. How does that sound?"
The other three Horsemen nodded, then turned to me, waiting for my answer.
"I think I can do that. If you hire me, I will be here most of the time anyway."
A smile lit Michael's handsome face, "Good, we will set up a schedule and let you know soon. Now, let's change the topic to your application." he says, turning to Beel, who was holding a manilla envelope with my picture stapled to the front.
"I called the person who gave you the interview at Broadway," Beel says, making me nervous, "Are you aware that they believe that you stole another contestant's audition?"