Chapter 39
Azur
M y head fell back against the stone hallway wall, exposing my throat. The waistband of my pants had fallen around my lower hips, and my wife was sucking on my cock like her life depended on it, wild with need and lust as she moaned around me.
“Gemma,” I groaned, looking down at her, needing to see her.
Her cheeks hollowed, as if determined to suck out my very soul from my cock head, and my claws scraped into the stone behind me. The smoke was muddling my brain, mercifully dulling the worst of the rage at my brother’s words. But the dulling only made this sensation all the more intense, the pleasure rising and spreading, thickening my seal and wetting her lapping tongue with the beginnings of my come.
“ Raazos’s blood, ” I cursed softly, gritting my teeth as she released my cock with a wet pop , catching her breath. Her enthusiasm masked any inexperience. I knew she’d never pleasured a male like this, but fuck if I didn’t get jealous regardless because her mouth felt too good . “Yes, wife. Suck me just like that. Aahh , perfect,” I groaned when her head lowered again.
Unconsciously, I took a drag of my lore , watching her with a half-lidded gaze through the thickened plume of smoke. She moaned helplessly when it reached her nostrils, and I hissed, stilling, nearly coming on her tongue when I felt the sudden scrape of her dull little teeth. Just a tease. Just enough to make me tighten and tense.
Her mouth was stretched wide over my cock. She could only get the first few inches in, but I knew her cunt could take all of me.
When she pulled back, I bellowed when her tongue traced a line down to my seal, the knot at the base of my shaft, and her hot, eager breath made me throb , right before she suckled on the tender swells.
My hips bucked, fangs pricking my bottom lip.
Distantly, I heard noise coming from the core of the keep, a door opening and closing. Footsteps coming our way, likely a keeper on his way to the kitchens to restock the ballroom tables.
Gemma didn’t even seem to notice. She might’ve been too far gone, the haze of lore making her blood pound and rush in her ears, but I knew that she wouldn’t appreciate getting caught sucking me off in the hallway of our keep, especially when clarity and reality returned.
Even if the idea did make my seal pulse with anticipation.
Before she could get those pretty lips anywhere near my cock head again, I lifted her up from the ground, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I turned off the pipe and shoved it into my pocket, holding my pants up long enough to find an empty room, as she kissed and sucked on my neck.
The nearest one was a storage room, just down the hallway, very near to the stairs that led up to the upper levels. I shoved us both inside and shut the door. It was filled with steel crates, and I flipped her until she was bent forward over one, rough exhales leaving my nostrils as she spread her legs wide, her cheek pressed into the metal.
“Get your dress up,” I ordered, not recognizing my own voice. Gemma gasped and squirmed, wiggling the red material up her thighs and gathering it over her hips. Her lush backside was presented to me, and I ran a hand down her spine before squeezing the swells of her ass with a possessive grip.
Her inner thighs were shimmering with her arousal. Thick and clear, and I couldn’t resist crouching for a brief moment, burying my face in that cunt, inhaling deep.
Gemma cried out, the backs of her thighs beginning to tremble.
“Azur, please ! Gods , please , I need it so much,” she babbled. “I need you so much, it hurts !”
“I told you I’d take care of you,” I rumbled, licking her thighs clean before laving her clit, teasing her and making her thrash. “I always take care of you, don’t I?”
“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes.”
I rose quickly, savoring the taste of her on my tongue as I gripped my cock, angling myself toward her cunt.
When I thrust inside her, her back arched and her jaw dropped in a silent scream. It didn’t take her long. She immediately came on my cock, and I hissed, grabbing her hips and using them as leverage to fuck her deep, my thrusts hard and rough.
“ Yes yes yes yes yes, ” she chanted, her cunt squeezing around me so tightly I thought she’d tear my cock right off. I could come at any moment. I wanted to let go. The lore was making the pleasure come easier. Gemma was making the pleasure come easier. And even though I had to deal with Kaldur, I would savor this with my wife first.
My climax came fast and I groaned as I emptied my seed into her clenching, hot, greedy little cunt. I fucked her with quick strokes, not deep enough to seat my seal inside her. We didn’t have the time for that, no matter how much my thighs quivered, and I nearly gave in to the impulse to shove myself deep.
So fucking good, I thought in disbelief, shaken by the ferocity and intensity of the orgasm and how swiftly she’d wrung it from me.
Gemma’s breaths were ragged as she came down. Gasping little pants, but when I caught sight of her burning cheeks and her furrowed brows, I frowned.
Gently, I pulled out of her and used a clean linen on one of the shelves to wipe her up.
“Thank you,” she said softly. Quietly. Too quietly, perhaps.
When I turned her to face me, I felt like a dagger had just lodged itself in my chest when I saw tears in her eyes.
“ Raazos. Gemma,” I breathed, setting her up on the crate and standing between her legs, cradling her face in my hands, wiping away the clear tears that ran down her cheeks. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she breathed, shaking her head, trying to hide from me. “N-No, it’s not that.”
“What is it?” I asked. “Tell me, kyrana .”
“I don’t even know,” she told me. Even though her tone was miserable, she smiled, though her brow was still furrowed in bewilderment. “I guess I didn’t expect that I would react like that to the lore and—”
I stiffened.
“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed,” I growled. “Because you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Not about that. Not with me.”
“I know,” she said softly. “And the sex…it’s always amazing, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I hummed. “It is.”
More than amazing, I’d say. The word didn’t feel like enough for what we experienced with one another.
I felt some of the tension in my chest begin to unwind.
At least until she said, “Tonight has been a little overwhelming. With the ball and everything leading up to it. And I was nervous and worried that I’d do something wrong to…to embarrass you or Kalia or…or Laras .”
“Gemma,” I said softly, hearing her sniff, not liking the ache in my chest as she made herself vulnerable over things that she never had to worry about to begin with.
“And what happened with your brothers! With Kythel. And with Kaldur.”
A rough sound left my throat. I wiped at her cheeks again.
“I’ll deal with Kaldur,” I told her. “He won’t be staying. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“No,” she breathed, biting her lip as fresh tears sprung in her eyes, making me scowl in helplessness. “No, please. I want him to stay. This is his home, where you all lived together. And I know you don’t see each other often. I don’t want to come between that.”
“I will not forgive what he did tonight,” I informed her stiffly, feeling my hackles begin to rise. “He knew what he was doing.”
Gemma was looking at me with round, wet, sad eyes. That dagger returned, sinking deep, and my wings twitched and fluttered behind me, restless.
“Ahh, laraya , the way you’re looking at me just makes me ache,” I told her roughly, leaning forward to wrap my arms around her, wishing I could take that look away.
Laraya meant heart’s blood in our language. A meaningful word, spoken among mates and lovers, and it fell from my lips easily, as if the word had always been meant for her.
“We have to talk, Azur,” she told me, her words muffled in my vest.
Pressing my lips into her hair, I murmured, “Please. Tell me what you need. I’ll give you anything you want.”
She took in a deep breath. Her fingers came to my vest, squeezing tight.
“Aina,” she whispered into my chest.
The name was soft. It made me freeze against her.
Slowly, I pulled away, feeling my jaw tighten as I peered down at her.
Gemma dragged in a long, steady breath and wiped her hand across her cheeks, smoothing away the fresh tears.
“I want to know who Aina was,” she said, holding my eyes, “and why you married me. I want to know why you hated me.”
I flinched. “Gemma—”
“Why you wanted me to be afraid of you. Why Kalia was so angry with me when we first met. Why I make your brothers wary. Why Kaldur nearly set you into a rage in a crowded ballroom. It’s what I want, Azur. I just want the truth. Don’t you think I deserve to know why?”