XXIII
Hazel Winters
M y pillow feels warm as I pull it towards me. When the pillow makes a noise, I open my eyes to see Hazel snuggling into my naked chest. She smiles as she nestles her nose into my torso, encapsulating me with her adorableness.
She has one leg tossed over mine and my arm is wrapped around her. I watch as she takes slow, steady breaths, deep asleep. Although Theo mentioned she has nightmares, she doesn’t seem to have experienced one last night with me next to her.
As if sensing I’m awake, her eyelids flutter and she slowly opens her eyes. She takes a few seconds to come around, and I can’t take my eyes off her insatiable morning beauty.
“Morning,” she whispers shyly, her voice raspy with sleep.
Not being one for words, I manoeuvre her by her waist until she’s straddling me. She blinks in surprise but doesn’t move from the position as her eyes meet mine.
“This is a dangerous position to be in,” she points out, looking down to see her bare pussy brushing against my black boxers.
“Very dangerous, Principessa,” I answer, my voice gruff from disuse whilst sleeping. I lift my hips, thrusting up to hit her clit with my bulge and she closes her eyes, moaning softly.
“How did this become my life?” She mutters the question, thinking I won’t hear her.
“Do you not want it to be?” I ask, pinning her with a questioning stare. She smirks and shakes her head, making me growl. I flip us around so I’m on top of her.
“Brat,” I mutter as she giggles. I kiss her, pressing myself against her core as she separates her thighs for my access. Her laughter quickly turns into moans as I press my lips against the sweet spot on her neck, dry thrusting against her to hit her clit each time.
“Are you guys awake? Dawson made breakf-”
She squeals and hides her head at the sound of Andros’ voice. I look over my shoulder to see him standing in the doorway, a devilish glint in his eyes as he takes in the scene before him.
Bending my head down, I kiss against her neck, ignoring Andros’ presence.
“I see Atlas is having something else for breakfast,” Andros calls out, ruining my efforts to ignore him.
“Join or get out,” I snap, glaring at him over Hazel. He smirks and pushes off the wall, stalking towards her like she’s prey. Sitting up, I lift her t-shirt over her head and tweak one of her nipples with my fingers, making her squeal.
Andros joins us on the bed and takes her other nipple in his mouth, sucking at it as she moans and writhes on the mattress.
“Hey, Gorgeous,” he winks at her as he pops her nipple out of his mouth. She tries to greet him but I pinch her nipple, making her squeak in surprise. He leans down and kisses her as I move down the bed until my head is between her open thighs.
My tongue traces over the pale flesh of her thighs, savouring each taste of her skin. She whimpers into Andros’ mouth in impatience and I smirk. Slowly skating up, I lower my tongue onto her slit, licking up her delectable juices before focusing on her clit.
“How does she taste?” Andros asks as he moves his attention back to her nipples.
“Fucking sweet,” I reply before diving back into her pussy. I eat her like a man starved, desperate for each and every drop of arousal seeping out of her. She rolls her head back as I dip a finger inside her, not relenting my tongue on her clit.
Her moans become my favourite song as she cries out in ecstasy at our hands and mouths on her small body. An especially loud moan has me breaking away to speak to her.
“Shhh, Principessa. Dawson and Theo will come up here if they hear you moan like that.”
Her channel tightens around my finger, giving away that she wants them to come find her. I smirk and raise my eyebrow in challenge to her before adding another finger inside her. She gasps at the stretch and I grin.
“I don’t think she’d mind that, Atlas,” Andros comments and we both turn to look at her. She blushes and tries to hide her face but Andros pins her arms above her head, making her look at us and what we’re doing to her.
Adding another finger into her, I use my thumb to bring her close to her climax, Andros continuing to work her nipples. When she begins to struggle against us, we share a knowing look.
“Hold it,” we both tell her in unison. She opens her eyes from her bliss, looking between us with a pained expression. She licks her lips and starts to challenge us, but Andros tweaks her nipple to silence her.
Her legs kick out as she tries to contain her orgasm, and I smirk as I increase my ministrations on her clit.
“Let go, Principessa,” I smirk after a few minutes of her being able to hold off. She shoots off like a ticking bomb, her whole body going straight as the orgasm starts. We continue working her as she begins shaking uncontrollably, obscene moans escaping her lips as she reaches the peak.
Pulling my fingers out of her after she resurfaces, I watch as she collapses back on the bed in a post-orgasm haze. Andros picks her up from the bed and I turn my shower on. Between the two of us, we wash her until she’s returned to her senses under the warm water.
Andros redresses in his clothes and heads out whilst I get ready for the day in one of my suits. I help Hazel into some of her black joggers and a white crop top, before holding her hand as we go down to breakfast.
“Morning, Little One,” Theo winks at her as he hands her a cup of coffee. He pulls her into a kiss as I sit at one of the barstools, sipping my own coffee.
She walks over to Dawson and distracts him from cooking for a few minutes before going to sit on Andros’ lap.
She already looks so at home with us.
She devours the pancakes Dawson puts in front of her within a few minutes, clearly having worked up an appetite in this morning’s events. When she’s finished eating, I clear my throat and turn to look at her.
“We’ve got to go to work in a minute, Principessa,” I address her, downing the last of my coffee before putting it in the sink.
“The bar doesn’t open for like 6 hours,” she frowns, clearly confused.
Knowing I can’t fill her in on our true business yet, I just shake my head when the others turn to ask for directions on how to approach this with her.
“We’re going to one of our other businesses, Angel,” Andros explains.
“What other businesses?” She turns to me, clearly expecting an answer.
Instead, I walk out of the room without turning back.
Shit.