The Naughty Angel and Her Three Very Wise Men: A Christmas Ménage (9 page)

Annabelle could feel their confusion and worry for her, but she was scared. She glanced up to see the tears that slipped down Marcus's cheeks and turned to see Lance also crying as his arms tightened around her. She gulped, her lips quivered, and fresh tears slid down her cheeks. “Please don't cry. We'll find a way,” she whispered, and gently wiped his cheek. She brought Lance's hand up to her mouth, kissing it. “I guess the three of us are going to have to try harder to make this work. I can't promise not to try to help others, but I will make sure never to put our babies in harm's way again. But please, Marcus, never say those hurtful words to me again. I couldn't take it if I lost your love. Punish me if you must, but never that.” She got up and sat down in front of the fire patting the floor. “We could cozy up to the fire here. We were kind of interrupted this morning.” She gazed into the fire. “I've always loved a fireplace. It always reminds of the Christmas Legend. Do you think its true? The story my parents told me.” Marcus smiled and slid down onto the rug next to her. “Yes, we believe the legend. One day, we'll tell you why. Now are you asking for us to sink our cocks into you, Annabelle?” His fingers traced under her sweater as Lance scooted behind her and nibbled her neck.

Lance pulled her sweater up over her. “We really are sorry, Annabelle. Sometimes my mouth starts and I just can't stop it.” A single tear dripped down her back.

She reached back and hugged him. “Lance, let's just start anew. I need you two please,” she whispered. “I want to be held, our bodies connected, and know I still have you; that you're not a dream and you won't disappear.”

Marcus cupped her cheek. “Oh baby, we're not going anywhere. We promise.” He lowered his head and traced her lips with his tongue.

Annabelle reached up, running her hands through his hair as he explored her mouth. She pushed her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it. She leaned into the kiss, her tongue meeting his as both of his hands cupped her face.

Behind her, Lance trailed kisses down her spine while he unsnapped her jeans. “Lift that cute ass, Annabelle,” Lance mumbled, as he pushed her jeans down her ass.

Breaking the kiss, Marcus pulled off her tennis shoes. His gaze never left hers when he yanked her jeans off. “I don't think you need to wear jeans anymore around here. Maybe we need to stock up on some dresses for you.” He slid his hands up her legs. “So much easier to touch you when you're in a dress.” His kissed her leg in between each word.

Lance pulled her head back onto his now naked lap. He reached up, squeezing her nipples. “Marcus needs you, Annabelle. Listen to how fast his heart is beating, feel his cock as he rubs it against your leg. It's hard, thick and waiting to plunge into our pussy.”

Marcus stood, stripping out of his clothes in almost one motion, and she moaned as he lowered his body over hers. He kissed her nose and pushed two fingers into her. “You're so nice and wet for us.”

“I need you inside me, Marcus…” She pulled at his arms and he smiled.

“Easy Annabelle, we want to show you how much you mean to us.” He licked his fingers. “I can never get enough of your sweet juice.” His eyes flashed red as he slowly kissed up her body, scooping her legs over his shoulders as he positioned his cock at her entrance.

Annabelle moaned. “Please.” Marcus rubbed all around her opening, teasing her.

“Please what, baby? Tell Marcus what you want him to do.” Lance whispered into her ear, nibbling it, while he played with her breasts.

“Marcus, I need you in me.” She gazed up into his eyes and cupped his cheek. “Love me, Marcus.”

Turning his head, he scrapped his fangs against the center of her palm and pushed into her. “I will always love you.” He pounded into her as he lifted her leg up and sucked on the back of her knee.

She closed her eyes, her back arched up, as Lance leaned over, sucking a nipple into his mouth. He bit down on it, drinking from her. Annabelle's body tensed as she tried to grab onto the rug to hold on as Marcus pumped into her faster and harder.

Lance closed the holes in her breast and pulled back, as Marcus lowered her leg back onto his arm, leaning down to her. “Come for me, Annabelle.” He whispered as he nuzzled her neck and sank his fangs into her.

Annabelle screamed, little bright flashes of light ignited before her as her orgasm exploded.

Marcus stroked into her three more times shooting his seed into her, and then released her legs. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap, still inside her. He pulled back as a slow dribble of blood dripped down her breast.

Leaning down, he licked the blood in between her breast back up to her neck, closing the holes. “Drink Annabelle.”

She sucked onto his neck teasing him as he moaned when her fangs pierced his neck.

“Marcus, Lance we need to get going,” Nicolas said as he opened the door.

Annabelle tried to move, but Marcus held her. “Shh, it's okay drink, “ he whisped, kissing her check. “We'll be down in a minute, Dad.”

“Umm, Sorry. Don't rush.” He closed the door, as Marcus closed the hole.

“Okay, now I'm totally embarrassed.” She hid her head in his chest.

Lance laughed. “Yeah, right, we know it excites you to have people watch. Sorry we can't stay, baby, but I promise to take real good care of you tonight.” Lance stood, helping her up.

She curled up into his arms, kissing his chest. “I still can't believe your father is Santa Claus. I feel like I'm mated into royalty or something.” She giggled and gazed up into his face.

He swatted her ass. “We are far from royalty, but we promise to treat you like a queen. I do think my brother and I are going to have to think of a different means to punish you though.” He stepped away grabbing his pants and putting them on. “Don't think we didn't notice how excited you get when we spanked or paddled you.” He grinned as she moaned.

She squirmed and grabbed for her jeans. “Umm, I'm still trying to figure that out myself.” She whispered and pulled her sweater down.

“There is nothing to figure out. There are many different ways to love someone. Your body needs that extra push and we plan to give it to you. We love to watch your eyes glaze over and how you try to hold back the moans. But my brother is right. Another form of punishment would be a good idea.” Marcus grinned, kissing her lips.

“Why can't we just talk, than you can spank me?” She nipped at his lip. “I do listen Marcus, Lance.”

He kissed her lips and smiled. “I'm sorry, but we can't stay. We'll talk about this later. We know you listen, but you don't think when something is thrown at you. You just do it and forget. Well we're here to remind you and keep you safe. We have to go into the warehouse today with father, but we should be back before supper. Are you going to be okay?” Lance hugged her from behind. “Yes, I was going to do some painting today. I have all my paints now, so that should keep me busy. I might even finish my story later since my laptop didn't get destroyed.” “Stay inside, Annabelle. They have destroyed some of the demons, but the others are still out there and they are dangerous. We're going to leave two guards with you till we get back.” They headed to the door. “Marcus, Lance?” She glanced up afraid to ask them, but needed to know. They turned and glanced at her. “Are you going to be…well, you know, tonight?” Her cheeks burned and she glanced down at her hands. Large warm hands lifted her chin up and she stared into Marcus's face. “We're all starting over today, Annabelle. We'll be in our bed tonight. We still have to break in that loveable ass of yours.” He laughed. Then his mouth slanted over hers in a scorching kiss that curled her toes. “We'll be back in a few hours.” He pulled away and walked to his brother. Lance smiled and left the room with Marcus. Two men stepped into the room with her and nodded to her. Since she was going to have them with her for the next couple of hours, they could help her set up her studio in the attic. Eden had told her it was big enough for a studio, and the view from the windows were breathtaking. Now she could start creating her Christmas presents away from prying eyes. For the next two hours, she carried her supplies upstairs, cleaning the attic, setting up the studio she always wanted. She didn't know how long they would live there, but at least she would have this. The sun from the large glass windows faded, easing the pain in her eyes. Annabelle had just moved her painting supplies over so she could reach them and set up her first canvas when someone knocked on the door.

“Annabelle, can I come in?” Sandy called from the hallway. “Door's open.” Annabelle hugged her. “So how did the talk with your parents go? Is everything settled?” She wished things between her and her own father was, but knew it would take a long time for that rift to heal. “For now, at least. Did you know I had two brothers who died before I was born? The things they hid from me are just…well, you know. I can't believe were more than a hundred years old. Jeez, talk about feeling old.” She laughed and gazed around the room. “You've been busy! Wow, I didn't know you had all this stuff.” “Yeah, most of it was in storage for the last year. It just came yesterday, so I was thrilled to be able to use this room. I know what you mean about the age thing. It's like we're in fantasyland or something.” She laughed and set up her paints as they chatted. “Eden is on her way up. She said you skipped breakfast and you were late for lunch, so she's bringing it to you.” Sandy laughed as Annabelle's stomach growled.

“Hmm, guess I am hungry. Your parents are staying for Christmas?” She sat down on the seat in front of the window picking the colors she wanted to use for her first painting. “Yep. Dad wants to make sure everything goes all right with Trish and that the other demons don't try to strike back. Hey, where are your guards? I thought for sure that Marcus and Lance wouldn't leave you alone.” “They were right outside…” She frowned and looked at the door when three demons burst into the room. “Damn it! I promised I'd behave.” She jumped up and put Sandy behind her.
Um, Excuse me if you can hear me. I need a little help here!
Annabelle screamed internally, hoping this communication thing worked as her mother had explained. The demons surrounded her and Sandy, grabbing at them. “
Stall them. Your brothers are on their way up and we'll be there as soon as possible.”
Lance's words comforted her, even though she was still in danger.
How the hell do you stall demons? “They are very vain. Play them against each other.”

Annabelle studied the three demons in front of her. The demon on the left side watched the other two carefully as if he didn't trust them.
Perfect target
, she thought. He glanced at her and she batted her eyes and scooted closer to his side. “What are you doing?” Sandy hissed in her ear, following close behind her. Annabelle looked down at her feet, then back up at him, smiling. “If I was going to have such handsome company, I would have put on my nice black leather dress for you. It seems these drinkers are mad at me and have denied me sex.” She pouted and addressed only her target. The other two hissed and started to move forward, but her target pushed them back. “But you don't need fancy clothes. You're beautiful.” He cooed and smiled; his rotten teeth sent a chill up her spine. The smell of rotten flesh filled the air. “See, you give me goose bumps, you're so handsome. You know my girlfriend and I used to love having threesomes. Do you think you could keep us? I mean, we'd be willing to be your sex slaves if you want.” She pulled her sweater up and fanned herself exposing a little of her breasts. Sandy stepped up and threw off her sweater. She opened up her blouse a little at a time. “God, we haven't done that in ages. We used to have such a good time, both of our tongues twining together on his cock.” She licked her lips. Annabelle almost choked when she saw his hairy green cock grow large as he stepped forward, only to be stopped by one of the other ones. “I saw them first. They're mine!” he said, and pushed the other demon back. Annabelle would have laughed if they weren't so disgusting. “You aren't going to let him take us away, are you? I so wanted to show you what we can do.” She slipped her arm through one of the sleeves, getting ready to take off her sweater if she had too. “Is it getting hot in here?”

* * * *

We're behind you, so don't attack us, Annabelle.
Lance whispered into her ear as they pushed Sandy and her behind them. “Welcome to my home, gentlemen. I'm afraid your stay won't be long.” Marcus nodded to Dwayne and his brothers, who appeared out of nowhere and gathered behind the demons. Annabelle glanced over at her brother. “Cover yourself, Sandy, now!” Dwayne ordered, as he snared the one demon and sent it away. His other brothers grabbed the other two, turning them into ash right there in the room. Marcus smiled and glanced back at Sandy, who fumed. Something was going on with those two that was for sure. “How dare you! You don't give me orders. If I want to walk around naked, I'll do so.” She flounced out of the room. Dwayne charged after her. “You'll do no such thing or I'll tan that fine ass of yours.” “Okay, what the hell has gotten into my brother?” Annabelle stepped up in between him and Lance. “And how did you all get here without us seeing you?” She glanced up at him.

Marcus smiled and kissed her nose. “Santa has to have some secrets, baby.” He slipped his hand under her sweater, grabbing her breast and frowned. “I hated using you like we did, but you did well. I'm proud of you. But you weren't going to actually show them our breasts now, were you?” He pulled on her nipple. She stepped back, her face flushed, and her nipples hardened further as she bumped into Lance. “You two had better get back to work.” She sighed and looked at the mess on her floor. “Damn, I just cleaned this place and now look at it.” Annabelle jumped and looked up at him. “What about the guards? Are they okay?” “They're lucky they were just knocked out.” Lance said. “They should have been paying better attention to you.” “Lance, they were with me right up to the time that Sandy came in. They just gave us a little privacy, that's all. I like them. Please don't do anything.” Lance moved up to her and hugged her. “You don't need to like any man. They're here to protect you, that's all.” He swatted her ass. “If the guards become friends, they also become careless.” “Is everyone else okay? They didn't get your mom or anyone else, did they?” She tried to move out of his arms, but he held her still. “No, everyone is fine, but you need to go downstairs and eat. Mom said you didn't make it down there for lunch, and I know you didn't eat anything for breakfast, you still need human food.” Marcus strolled towards the door. “You can come back up here later, but I want to see you eat. Lance, take Annabelle to Mother and make sure she eats.” Marcus headed towards their bedroom. Tonight they were taking Annabelle to the dungeon, but first they wanted to show her off at their private club. They'd have a nice romantic dinner, some dancing, and then she would know what it was to totally submit to her masters. He walked into their room and straight into his closet. He just wished Alocer would make his move already. They needed this demon uprising stopped. He smiled and adjusted his cock in his jeans as he pulled the dress they had bought for to wear out of the closet. Laying the dress on the bed, he placed the other surprises next to the dress along with their instructions for tonight. “Just wait, Annabelle. Tonight you'll be ours for good.”