Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Why do men always think of sex? Why can't they just cuddle from time to time? That would be nice to be held without any expectations. Jasper did that. Only because I was hurt. Once I was better, he deepthroated me while Ansel ate my pussy

like it was his whole purpose in life.

I wouldn't mind if the guys took turns kissing my pussy and making me feel good before tucking me in bed.

"Sure, whatever," I reply.

Wings spring from Ansel's back. "You need to learn to say no if you don't want to be fucked."

I examine both sets of wings. "Who said I don't want to be fucked? Or have my pussy licked."

"Sign me up for eating your pussy. So you know, you looked very uncomfortable when Rueben was trying to seduce you."

"That man doesn't know how to romanticize a woman," I point out as I try to heal the bad wings.

Ansel suggests, "He should read Tyson's book. Maybe he will learn a thing or two."

I blink. "How do you know that?"

Ansel shrugs. "I got bored one night, and I went into Tyson's office. Don't tell him that I read his books, though. He will freak out." "Why? Is he that bad?"

"He actually had some pretty decent books. I mean, I'm not into romance, but his books are...okay, I guess."

"I don't care." I am so going to read his books and make fun of all the cringy moments I find.

I focus on his wings, but nothing happens for several minutes.

"You tried," Ansel says.

Ansel giving up so fast frustrates me to no end. "Stay put," I hiss at him before I angrily say, "Just heal already!"

My palms glow, and in a matter of seconds, any damage done to the wings by the demons is gone. I hold my breath as I place one wing against the scar, where it belongs, and ask my darkness for help. Tendrils of smoke come out of my fingers and wrap around the wing before disappearing inside it. The base of the wing sinks into Ansel's back, making him grunt in pain.

"I know it hurts, but this might actually work," I say excitedly.

Ansel stays still while I work on his wings. It takes me several attempts and about ten minutes to heal them.

"How does it feel?" I ask when I'm done.

Ansel rolls his left shoulder. "Strange. Like something is different about them. Thank you."

Doing something for Ansel feels good.

I hop down the island and back a way a few feet so I can take a better look at how the wings align.

Both sets of wings look magnificent, one next to the other.

"Turn around so I can see what you look like with them," I request.

Ansel sighs. "You better suck me good once you are done bossing me around." I step forward and pluck one of his feathers. "What was that for?" he complains.

"For being an asshole when I was only trying to help."

Ansel faces me; his four wings spread wide. He looks...breathtakingly handsome. The set of wings that was ripped off is a bit smaller than the other one, and it's placed on the insisted of the big one.

I run the tip of my finger across the edge of a wing.

Ansel crosses his arms across his chest. "You know that's an invitation."

"To what?"

"To destroy your pussy."

I pluck another feather.

"You're so violent with me," Ansel dramatizes.

"I can only reply with violence to destruction."

Ansel snorts. "Fine. I'll use your pussy for cockwarming all night."

I narrow my eyes. "Was that supposed to be a compromise?"

"The compromise would be me fucking your ass."

I roll my eyes. "Take a bite of the sandwich."

"I'm not hungry," Ansel argues.

"I didn't ask. I just want to see if Rueben put some weird shit in it."

Ansel shakes his head. "You have no problem bossing me around, but when it comes to Tyson and Rueben, you are scared as fuck."

"Tyson and Rueben terrify me. I feel like I'm always walking on eggshells around them. When I'm with you, it's so easy to be me. I can say whatever I want without being scared that you'll hurt me."

Ansel snakes one arm around my waist, and the other caresses my cheek. I lean into his touch. "I never wanted to hurt you. My sole purpose is to love and protect you."

After the incident in the forest, it took me some time to see that Ansel wasn't like Tyson and Rueben. He broke my ribs, but we all make mistakes. When he was ready to lose his wings for me, I realized that he does care for me. "This is the only chance you get to be with me. Wrong me again, and I'll break your neck," I threaten him.

"Such a violent creature you are," he murmurs a second before his lips engulf mine.

I'm not violent. I'm just trying to discover who I am. For years, I had no identity of my own.

Ansel hangs with me while I eat the sandwich and drink a glass of juice. Surprisingly, the sandwich was...edible. Rueben is good at something, after all. Who would have thought that?

After breakfast, I take a long bath and put on a robe before I go to Jasper's room.

"You made me wait," Jasper says.

I let the robe pool around my feet. "Was the wait worth it?"

Jasper's throat bobs. "Most definitely."

Behind me, Ansel says, "Get on top of him. I want to see how Jasper's big cock disappears inside your pussy." To Mose, he says, "Lay next to Jasper. Olivia is going to give you the best blowjob ever." He kisses my shoulder. "Isn't that so, Honey?" "Yes, Sir," I reply as I climb into bed.

**I love how far Olivia got and how she is trying to discover herself. She still has a lot of healing to do, but she's on the right path. I only hope Tyson and Rueben won't mess up big time.** **The next update will be tommorow**