Chapter 16 #2
A growl was his response, but then he nodded, sliding over enough on the desk that he could lean down and plant a wet kiss on my lips.
Bastien took up a position behind Azrael, and soon his head was cradled against my chest, his growls dissolving into sweet moans that filled me with such affection it nearly spilled over.
I held him as Bastien fucked him, running my fingers through his hair and stroking the space behind his ears.
“Fuck,” grunted Bastien, eyes locking with mine. “This is incredible.”
Azrael purred with pride, bucking his hips back into Bastien in a display of dominance. Just how long would he be able to last like this? Did this heat drive him to such lengths?
It wasn’t long before I was hard again, Azrael’s head drifting lower and lower till he’d wrapped his mouth around my cock once more, his tongue swirling the head with such loving attention that I never wanted it to end.
But then Bastien had a better idea.
Reaching around to grab Azrael’s cock, he locked eyes with me again. “It seems a shame to waste such a nice cock, aye, Cirian?”
It took me only a moment to catch on, nodding with such velocity that I was sure to injure myself.
I swiped my hand through the puddle of slick that Azrael had left across my abdomen, gathering it and applying it to my entrance with practiced dexterity.
Azrael came out of his stupor long enough to realize what was happening as well, releasing his hold of my cock and straightening while Bastien continued to rut him from behind.
I slid to the edge of the desk, allowing Azrael to line up at the right angle.
A bit of pressure and a subtle sting, and the head of his cock pressed inside of me, sending another burst of stars across my vision.
I could feel each thrust of Bastien’s transferred through Azrael’s body as the three of us became one beast, sharing breath and sweat and resounding pleasure as it coursed through us.
The tethers, which till this point had remained distinct between my connection with Bastien and Azrael, tangled together, sending waves of heated lust and errant thoughts as we moved together toward the precipice of pleasure that loomed over us all.
Azrael was the first to shatter, clawed fingers sinking into the soft flesh of my thighs as he let a trembling whimper, leaning down to kiss me with feverish ferocity.
Bastien’s pace became frantic, his mask of practiced calm cracking to show a certain desperation that stoked the heat in my chest. He gripped Azrael’s tail at the base, crashing into him with a sputtering exhalation.
Pulses of pleasure rolled down the tethers from both of my partners in carnality, pushing me to my limits.
I reached for my cock, needing only to apply the slightest pressure to achieve release.
My own climax swirled together alongside the others, washing over me in euphoric waves of warmth and relief.
“Gods above,” I gasped, still gripping my dripping cock. Azrael had collapsed on top of me, his breathing just as ragged.
Bastien leaned against the desk beside my head, running a hand through his locs. “Oh, look. Our tea is here.”
Sitting on the small table by the door, a tray of porcelain saucers and a teapot waited. I didn’t want to dwell on the thought of the poor soul who had delivered them.
“It’ll still be there after we get cleaned up,” I said, patting Azrael on the head. He’d already started to snore softly, and he jolted awake.
“Come now,” said Bastien, gathering all of our discarded clothes. “I think the shower is big enough for the three of us.”
With cleaned and mended clothes—Bastien’s doing while Azrael and I scrubbed ourselves in the stall—we returned to the office, settling into the cushy leather chairs of the seating area.
Azrael grabbed the tea tray, surprised to find the pot spelled to keep the contents at the perfect temperature.
Steam rose from the amber liquid as he poured each cup, setting them down in front of each of us.
The first sip was pure bliss, and I only then realized just how hungry I’d been.
Taking two biscuits from the tray, I dunked them into the tea, then popped both into my mouth.
I expected things to be awkward between us after what had just happened.
Yet, as Azrael settled into the spot next to me, and Bastien sipped on his tea, the only thing I felt was contented satiety.
And, if I were being honest, that nagging sensation that something was still missing.
The connections I’d established with the two men were wonderful, but now that I’d felt what it could be like between the three of us, I couldn’t help but imagine the difference if Tobias were there.
“We’re going back to Paradise, yes?” I asked, grabbing another round of biscuits.
“Azrael and I are, yes,” Bastien replied. “I would have figured you’d need to return to El Shaddith right away.”
He wasn’t wrong. The Church would be in an uproar over what happened at the Cradle.
I wasn’t even sure if there was anything left of it at that point.
It seemed as though the earth had opened up to swallow it whole.
The bishops would need to be gathered so that my ascension to Cardinal could be officiated.
That could take days if there was enough pushback from the bishops.
And there would be. I didn’t have the greatest reputation when it came to the leaders.
Though my biggest opposition did get her chest ripped out during my last visit to the Sanctuary City, so that would certainly help smooth things over.