Chapter Thirteen
Terra
“Fucking delicious,” I manage to eke out before Azuran’s double dives tongue-first into my mouth.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
The doppelganger pulls away, wearing that sexy-as-hell smirk only an older man with well-groomed facial hair can pull off. Funnily enough, Azuran is wearing the same damn expression.
I can’t help it. Determined to wipe that arrogance off his ethereal features, I pout my lower lip, letting a long strand of saliva and cum drip onto my chest. That does the trick, earning deep groans from my spectators, but I don’t stop there.
Turning to the double, I swipe my thumb over a stray bit of pearlescent cum from his chin, gathering it all up to play with my nipples.
“By the elements,” Vulf rumbles. “You’re a fucking moondream, little doe.”
Damn, the way he says it makes me want to believe he means it. My fingers stumble over my peaked nipples. Behind him, Azuran’s arrogance fades. He watches me with an intensity that heightens my insecurity.
They’re too good to be true. This whole place is.
I try to cover my misstep. Try to regain control.
I never want my sexual partners to feel a vibe of reluctance or negativity from me.
It’s important that they feel my appreciation in every moment of our encounter.
I tamp down my vulnerability, tighten the rope around my heart, and trail my fingers down to my navel.
Azuran growls. Growls! Like he’s the freaking werewolf in the room.
“No.” He stands, gently but firmly knocking Vulf out of the way. “I know that look. That doubt,” he spits the word like it tastes foul. “You don’t believe you're as special as we claim.”
“I-I mean…” I stutter. I bite my lower lip before it trembles.
Azuran doesn’t even have to flick his wrist for his double to disappear in thin air. The real Azuran zooms close, gripping my chin.
“Do you know how I know, Wildflower?” He kisses my jaw, the tenderness at odds with the fiercness of his glittering gaze. Some distant part of me recognizes Vulf’s purring in the background. “I’ve seen that look on Vulf a thousand times. Do you know how long it took me to convince him?”
I shake my head.
“Tell her how long it took while you stuff me full of your knot, Stormy, because we’re going to be here for a while.”
“Oh, Azure, fuck,” Vulf whimpers. Azuran’s head wobbles in my vision, a grimace there and then gone as Vulf slams into him from behind. “Probably—oh, fuck, she smells so good—months.”
“Years. So,” Azuran cradles my head between loving hands. “You don’t have to let us in right now, Wildflower. Despite how it may seem, we possess infinite patience.”
I crane my neck to watch Vulf pummel into Azuran, who still holds my face like the most precious flower in the garden, his forehead bumping against mine in little jolts.
His hand travels down my neck, the swell of my breast, to my inner thigh, those aurora eyes requesting permission. I nod.
As his fingers delve into me, Vulf thrusts harder. His snout nudges the apex of my thighs. He inhales so deeply, his nostrils flare, and I can practically see the particles of scent flying into them.
“Your desires are a gift,” Azuran murmurs. His smooth, cool fingers coax me toward another precipice. “A gift we would be grateful to have bestowed upon us. Come for us, Wildflower.”
As if I have a choice. My body reacts to his touch like a puppet on a string, and they follow with their own cries of pleasure.
When I come down, I giggle with exhaustion. Azuran had said my transformation would make me tired, but all these orgasms are contributing heavily. I want to snuggle in a fur blanket. Specifically, a werewolf-fur blanket, attached to a magical beast. I giggle again.
“Puppy,” I pout, raising my arms. Vulf, still locked inside Azuran, wraps his arms around us both, smooshing us together with the most adorable purr.
“I can’t believe I’m holding you in my arms.” Vulf rearranges us into a more comfortable snuggle and sighs.
“Yeah, it must be really weird for you,” I say with heavy sarcasm.
“Do not pretend you’re still mad.” Azuran pinches my waist, and I squeal. “Just wait until you learn the full truth.”
“Excuse me?”
“Azure—”
“Tell me.” I try to scoot back, but even half of their weight is too much to easily roll out from under. Since Vulf clearly has more of a conscience than our meddling fae, he gets the brunt of my stare. “Now.”
“Do you remember the first time you looked me in the eyes?” Vulf asks.
“You were a wolf.” I think harder. “And then I fainted.”
“Yes, but do you remember the feeling?” He smooths a lock of hair out from the tangled mess around my antlers, trailing his finger along my collarbone to rest over my heart. “Here?”
I remember. Like the world was collapsing and being remade all at once. Then, darkness.
I nod.
“When people are tied by an unbreakable bond, they’re called mates.”
“Oh.” My shoulders relax, a long exhale loosening my chest. I giggle again. Because of fucking course mate bonds exist here. Knots and gods and werewolves and fucking mate bonds. As I thought, too good to be true. “Okay.”
A heavy tail thumps the chaise. “Okay?”
“Yeah, sure. That makes sense.” I glance down at Azuran, whose eyes are positively glittering. I stifle a yawn. “So you guys are mates, too? How did you guys meet?”
“That’s quite enough epiphanies for one day, don’t you think, little doe?” Azuran teases. “Rest now.”
Vulf’s calming purr envelopes my senses, and I don’t bother trying to resist.