Chapter 60 Chapter 60
I turned off the shower, the hot water ceasing its pounding against my skin, leaving me flushed and steaming in the humid bathroom air. Steam clouded the mirror, but I wiped a hand across it, catching a glimpse of my slim body—dark hair slicked back, nipples hard peaks from the lingering heat and those swirling thoughts of soulmate bonds and rough fucks. My pussy still throbbed faintly, a reminder of Apollo's cock stretching me wide last night, his balls slapping against my ass as he pounded me raw on the floor. I grabbed a towel, drying off roughly, the fabric scraping over my sensitive tits and between my thighs where cum residue lingered.
Stepping out, my bare feet hit the cool tile, and I spotted the clothes laid out on the counter— a matching set of black lace bra and thong, delicate and sheer, the kind that screamed 'fuck me now.' Next to them, a baby pink tank top and gray booty shorts that would hug my ass like a second skin, barely covering anything. A smirk tugged at my lips. Apollo must have grabbed these from next door, the dominant bastard thinking he would dress me up for another round of public teasing. But after yesterday's chaos—the oaths shattered and reformed in sweat and screams, Levi's ass swollen red from the flyswatter and that buzzing dildo, Adrianna's cunning orders making us all submit—I felt bold. Playful. Ready to push my luck, see how far I could flaunt myself before one of these demons pinned me against the wall and fucked the tease right out of me.
I slipped on the black lace thong first, the thin strap nestling between my ass cheeks, the front panel barely covering my smooth pussy lips. The bra came next, cupping my perky tits, the lace scratching teasingly against my nipples, making them poke through like invitations. I left the tank and shorts folded on the counter, deciding to walk out just like this—half-naked, vulnerable, but owning every inch. The soulmate bond with Adrianna hummed in my chest; I wanted her eyes on me too, her dominant streak flaring as she watched the men react.
Pushing open the bathroom door, I scanned the bedroom. Empty. Adrianna's side of the bed was rumpled, sheets twisted from where we had tangled, but she was gone. That peaceful sleeper had slipped away, probably to plot more rough play. I smirked, heat building between my legs at the thought of her waking to find me like this, maybe joining in to dominate the scene. Leaving my actual clothes on the bed and grabbing nothing else, I sauntered toward the kitchen, hips swaying, the lace thong riding up with each step, rubbing my clit just enough to make me wet.
The scent of fresh coffee and warm biscuits hit me first, mingled with the musky undertone of male sweat from last night's marathon. Voices murmured low—Levi's cocky drawl, Apollo's intense rumble—and then silence as I stepped into the room. All three of them froze: Apollo leaning against the counter, his muscular chest bare under an open shirt, intense eyes locking on my tits like he wanted to devour them; Levi at the table, now shirtless after his return from the bakery, his broad shoulders tense, that cocky grin faltering as his gaze dropped to my thong-clad pussy; and Adrianna? Wait, no—where was she?. Just the guys, staring like I had walked in with my holes on display.
I ignored their stares, the air thickening with tension, my skin prickling under the weight of their hunger. Public exposure like this, in broad morning light, sent a thrill straight to my core—knew they would want to dominate me for it, rough and urgent. I breezed past, tits bouncing slightly in the lace, and grabbed one of the coffees from the counter, still steaming hot. Then a biscuit from the pile Levi had fetched, tearing off a piece and popping it in my mouth, the flaky warmth contrasting the cool air on my nearly bare ass.
“Thanks for breakfast, Levi," I said casually, voice flirty and bold, not glancing back as I felt their eyes burning holes in my skin. "Smells like you went all out. Bet it was fun running errands with your ass still sore from Apollo's punishment."
Levi cleared his throat, stammering a bit—"Y-yeah, no problem, Elena. Figured we would need fuel after... everything."
His voice cracked on the last word, eyes glued to the curve of my hip where the thong disappeared between my cheeks.
I turned, leaning forward over the kitchen table, elbows propped, which thrust my tits right up, the black lace straining, nipples visible through the sheer fabric. The position made my ass stick out too, the thong pulling tight against my pussy, and I knew they could see the outline of my lips, already swelling with arousal. Apollo's jaw clenched, his cock visibly twitching in his pants, that dominant alpha ready to break his renewed oath if I pushed harder. Levi shifted in his seat, muscular thighs spreading as if to hide his growing hard-on. Perfect—let them stew in the rough play tease.
"So," I drawled, taking a slow sip of coffee, letting a drop trail down my chin to my cleavage, "how the hell do you two have human currency? Demons slinging souls for cash? Spill it, boys. I want details while I eat."
I bit into the biscuit again, licking crumbs from my lips, flaunting the casual exposure like it was nothing, but my pulse raced, pussy clenching at the thought of one of them snapping, grabbing my hips and slamming into me right here on the table.
Levi stammered harder now, every other word tumbling out as his eyes darted from my tits to my face, then lower.
"W-well, Elena, it is... uh, most humans sell their souls for riches, love, power. Quick deals, y'know? But sometimes... we make different ones." He swallowed thick, his adam's apple bobbing, clearly fighting the urge to reach out and grope me. "If a human wants to be rich, we grant it—no soul lost. But they gotta... put money in a bank account. Monthly payments, like rent on their wealth. Miss one, and poof—all the riches gone. Their fortune drains overnight."
Apollo grunted, crossing his arms over his broad chest, but his intense eyes stayed fixed on my body, promising rough retribution.
"Levi's got ten of those deals running," he added, voice low and controlled, laced with that dominance that made my thighs slick. "Enough to bankroll a few decades on Earth. Keeps us flush for... whatever we need."