Chapter Seven
Azuran
The scent reaches me before I cross the threshold. I’d taken my time getting the refreshments. Vulf is better at the emotional bits, always softening my crystal-sharp edges. He makes me a better person, so much so that I often forget what life was like without him.
It’d been a cold, lonely experience, though at the time I’d considered myself happy.
Content. How wrong I’d been. As a godchild with the magic of the sky, I’d been so stuck in my ways, nothing like the adaptable winds I claimed to conquer.
It was Vulf, my thunder, my mate, who taught me to embrace the storm.
Balancing a tray of fruit and cheese, a bottle of wine under one arm and whiskey under the other, I return to find my mates breathing heavily. The whole room is perfumed with sweetwater and wildflowers, and fuck, I could frolic in the meadow of their combined pleasure for eons.
Their conversation catches up to my senses, and I decide it’s time to make my presence known, if only to hurry along the imminent joining that fate is so clearly in favor of.
“Unless you want a tall glass of the rarest cum in Eldrunna.”
Terra tilts my way, though she does not drop the curtain on Vulf’s cock. It’s bright and glistening, and as I watch, precum fountains from the tip.
“Werewolves are rare?”
I glance at Vulf and hide my smirk behind the tray, which I lift in offering before placing it on the sliding cart with my back toward them. Vulf is a werewolf, but he is oh, so much more.
Watching them in the mirror, stuck in their trance, I prepare two glasses of wine and a goblet of whiskey, then maneuver the drink cart next to the circular chaise.
Approaching the bed, I hand a wine glass to Vulf’s shaky hand.
Waiting until I have Terra’s attention, I conjure one cube of ice that splashes into her drink, relishing the surprised o of her lips.
My gaze flicks between that perfect shape to Vulf’s throbbing cock, imagining all the ways they’d fit together.
“Oh, Stormy is extremely precious and rare. Just like you, Wildflower.”
“Azure,” Vulf warns.
Pacing toward the mirrors, I sip my wine. It is possible I’m about to push too hard, too fast. Perhaps I should listen to my better half.
But Terra is invested now. She casts another look of longing toward my pet’s uncovered crotch, which seems to preen under her attention, oozing with his special slick. Then she drops the sheet and faces me.
The robe gently rustles with her movement, cascading over elegant skin that now bears the signature golden patterns of the Vitalis.
By the elements, she is the embodiment of beauty and grace, life and fertility, and she’s looking at me like I hold the answers at the tips of my fingers.
Like she wants to suck each appendage until her questions evaporate.
I would give her everything.
Forgive me, pet.
I spared him a sympathetic glance, though it’s half-hearted, for I know he’ll be grateful in the end. There is no doubt in my mind that our little Wildflower will be interested in what I have to say.
“You smelled it when you awoke to find us…engaged.”
Her wry smile sends a bolt of need straight to my cock.
“When you were getting face-fucked like a fleshlight, yes.”
“Mmmm,” Vulf whines. The humidity in the room spikes for a barely perceptible moment. His control will not last.
“Whatever that is, I guarantee the pair of us are better at sucking a cock than it is.” I tip my glass in a silent cheers.
Terra snorts and sips her whiskey, eyes narrowed over the glass. With calculated steps, I stride the length of the eight-point room, twirling my wine, my other hand twirling two crystal spheres.
“Aeros—my domain—is made of pure sunshine. Our clouds grow impressively fat with sweetwater. The rain is like tea with honey, but more refreshing.”
I pause for a sip of wine and dramatic effect. Terra leans forward, the black robe outlining her bosom, the wide, darker brown of her areolas visible through the sheer fabric. Beside me, my poor pet is less amused, staring daggers at me.
As I reach the foot of the bed and pace past my needy mates, I drop to a whisper. “You need only stick out your tongue.”
Vulf whines like a whelp. Terra’s robe susserates as she tries to settle down.
Ignoring the increasingly urgent situation in my trousers, I return to the chaise. It takes three long drinks to down my wine. “Would you like a taste of something even sweeter, Wildflower?”
My Wildflower’s eyes flash. Her cheeks are flushed, her hands fisting the feathered sleeves.
“I like tea.” She glances between me and my distraught pet, her knees clamped tighter than a vice.
“Very good,” I praise her in one breath and command Vulf in the next. “Come, my love, show her how sweet a pet should be.”
Vulf rises, the satin bedsheet still slung around his hips. It juts out over his cock, his natural slickness making it cling to him, leaving no question what a weapon swings between his thighs.
“Drop it.” Immediately, he obeys. “Good boy. Hands on the wall.”
My sweet Storm, never unflinching, strong and sturdy, places his palms on the mirror.
I have to extend my elbow to give the back of his ear an affectionate scratch, drinking in the predatory hunger and prey-like meekness warring in his tsunami eyes.
He’s a mess, all whimpers and snarls and untempered need.
I kiss along the length of his jaw, noticing the way Terra’s scent perfumes the air at the sight, causing Vulf to produce even more sweetwater slick. My shattered crystal heart soars at the aroma. They were made to complement each other. Made for me.
“Spread your legs, pet.”
He does.
Twirling my empty wine glass, I perch on the edge of the chaise. His fur trembles under my fingertips as I tease the inside of his thigh. Sitting like this, I can rest my cheek on his velvety hip.
“You’re doing very well. Keep your hands on the wall.” I pet the smooth pelt of his ass, smacking it lightly just to watch him tense.
Terra twists from the end of the bed to the side, watching, squirming. By the scent of things, I’m sure she has made a mess in my favorite robe.
“Come closer, Wildflower.” She hesitates for a moment before stepping from the bed. “No. Your knees.”
The interest in her emerald stare sharpens as though she might argue, but I know her.
I can feel her desire. I’ve seen the way she prefers to be treated and witnessed the lack of care she’d received from other partners.
I must show her that my pet and I truly see her, and her needs deserve to be met.
“Crawl.”