87. Violette
VIOLETTE
Levi pulls me into his arms as he stands, and Azrael follows suit.
I lay my hand on Azrael’s shoulder, fold us into my bedroom, and will us dry.
“I’m not sure what good it will do, considering my current state…
” Azrael pauses, gesturing to his mostly healed throat and general person, looking somewhat sheepish.
“But, I would like to offer you a drink of my blood as well.”
My heart squeezes with affection, shining through my eyes.
Azrael’s gaze shifts briefly to me, cheeks flushing as he lowers his gaze.
It takes all my restraint not to fling myself at him.
Thankfully, I manage to settle for closing the few feet between where we stand and press a kiss to his cheek.
“You are so much sweeter than I could have ever guessed.”
I step away, returning my attention to Levi who watches us, wearing an indecipherable expression, and I am relieved to see no hint of jealousy or anger.
“It certainly can’t hurt. Selcarim can be a treacherous place.”
Dread forms a knot in my stomach at the idea of returning; at the reality of finally facing my father, something I've avoided for far too long, but I know I need to do this. With Azrael and Levi, post-transformation, I feel like I can finally confront my father...
Yet as I settle on the idea, that boulder of dread seems to permeate far beyond the dangers of reuniting with the male who spawned and abandoned me.
It takes a moment for me to realize... it’s the fact that I would run into other syriths.
While we might be rather rare, what’s even rarer are syriths found outside of Selcarim’s mountains and wilderness.
I am clearly domesticated by comparison.
And what do I have to show for it? My mother and I rejected syrith culture and lived in a metropolis for what?
My shame at the realization penetrates me to the very marrow of my bones.
Thankfully, Azrael’s voice is enough to pull me out of despair, and return all thoughts of shame to the mental chest in which they are perpetually quarantined.
“You need to be as safe and prepared as possible.”
Eyes flicking to Azrael, Levi nods. “Thank you.”
My stomach swoops, like I’m looking over the edge of a cliff.
It’ll be an absolute miracle if we all manage to get through this without falling into a full-blown rut and fuck each other mindless.
As if Azrael’s and Levi’s minds have wandered in the same inevitable direction, their cocks are at full mast—silken skin drawn taught over hardened, engorged flesh.
I take their wrists, pulling them towards the bed. Levi settles his back against the headboard as I climb atop him to straddle his lap. Azrael takes a seat beside him.
My hands roam over the broad plains of Levi’s thickly muscled chest as my gaze holds his.
“You’re sure about this? If you prefer it, we can perform the survival ritual here in the Catskills...
I’m sure I can concoct a tincture to repel the insects, ticks included.
And then we can postpone the blood exchange to whenever you’re more comfortable… ”
Levi huffs a laugh. “Such a tough decision—spending an immortal life with the woman of my dreams and gaining untold magical powers. How devastating?—”
I chuckle, swatting at his chest. “I don’t know! It’s a life-altering decision!”
Levi gives a deep chuckle. “Uh-huh, because the alternative is so tempting.”
Still chuckling, I gasp in horror. “You are so naughty.”
Levi’s hands squeeze the flesh of my hips as he leans in and captures my mouth. My clit tingles and my fangs throb with need and anticipation. Levi takes hold of my bottom lip, scraping it gently with his teeth until it pops free.
Holding my gaze with his hooded one, his voice is a low taunt. “Punish me then.”
A soft, needy moan escapes me, and my hips grind against his as his cock leaks pre-cum between us.
“Fuck, it’s like you were made for me.”
In our peripheral vision, Azrael begins working a hand over his length. Mine and Levi’s gazes slowly turn towards him. Somehow, even as Azrael continues to shamelessly stroke himself, he manages an innocent look.
“What? You two are torturing me.”
Unable to hold back any longer, I grasp Levi’s jaw between thumb and forefinger to lick a vertical stripe over his flesh as my fangs lengthen.
My breath is warm against his flesh.
“You are mine. Until death. Do you understand, human?”
Levi releases a groan as his grip on me tightens and his hips give a single thrust.
“No. Even beyond death, princess. Eternally, I am yours.”
Tears burn my eyes as my chest pinches tight with emotion from his declaration.
My fangs part his flesh like a ship’s bow through the sea.
Levi’s sharp intake of breath is followed by a deep moan.
My eyes roll back as his velvety, rich blood mingles with the cinnamon-y taste of my venom, spilling over my tongue and down my throat.
My heart, and the place where my tether used to be, is filled with the phantom sensation of life. It doesn’t matter that we haven’t completed the rituals, or that our tether has been severed; I refuse to let Levi go.
This man is, and always will be, mine. Gone are the days of loneliness and heartache. Even without our soulbond, my soul knows him. He is mine, I am his, and so it will always be.
Tears of joy and relief decorate my cheeks even as I drink from his veins. Waves of euphoria pulse through my body as the venom takes hold, making my orgasm swift to rise. My hips writhe and my clit slides, slick against his weeping length.
Eyes hazy with love, desire, and the blissful effects of my venom, Levi is taken aback as I force myself to withdraw my fangs from the curve of his neck.
Thanks to my venom, the wound seals as quickly as I straighten.
Raising my wrist to my mouth, I bite until my own blood spills and bring it to Levi’s lips.
Holding my gaze, he doesn’t hesitate to drink.
His brow furrows, eyes widening as his grip on my forearm tightens.
My breath catches as I witness his transformation.
It begins with the glow of his meadow-green eyes, growing preternaturally bright.
His blunt fingernails darken before lengthening into sharp points.
A few moments pass before his gulping pauses, briefly replaced by a low rumbling in his chest, and in the next breath, fangs prick the flesh of my wrist.
Levi releases me, sitting up before he shifts his body weight, rotating us and dragging me beneath him. My heart pounds so loudly it echoes in my ears as he rises above me. His eyes slip shut as his face tenses with pain. His already tall, broad frame grows, even if only slightly.
My lips part in awe as twin black horns rise from the crown of his head. Azrael, beside us, has stilled, wearing an expression of equal reverence.
Blood trickles from the base of Levi’s horns, formed at the edge of his hairline and sweeping backwards against the top of his skull.
Just as I’m about to crawl to my knees so I can tend to the wound, his eyes slide open—somehow as bright as they are dark.
He crawls over me, and I suddenly feel very much like prey to a predator.
My eyes leap from his when I see the tip of a dark tail.
Unlike my spaded one, his is tapered and thick.
My breath is expelled in a rush as it lowers and slides around my waist, making my back arch against its girth. It tightens possessively.
The sound of fabric tearing is loud against the silence of mine and Azrael’s held breaths as Levi fists the white sheets on either side of my head. His voice is little more than a growl.
“Mine.”
His eyes, now looking more animal and less man, study mine.
“Yes. All yours.”
Satisfied, he grunts in approval, lowering his horned head to my breasts to tease one turgid nipple.
A breathy whimper escapes me as the sensation is mirrored in my clit.
The sound seems to spur him on. He growls, scraping his teeth against one nipple before briefly sucking it into his mouth, releasing it with a soft pop, and shifting his attention to my other breast.
My hips writhe against his slickened cock, dripping with substantially more pre-cum than before. My core clenches, tingling with my returning orgasm just as Levi’s fangs sink into the flesh of my breast. The burn of it eases as swiftly as it came, as his venom seeps into me.
The phantom of our tether burns with need—like the smoldering edges of a cauterized wound—and I swear to Akash I can almost feel it. Our bond. The sensation is powerful enough to steal my breath and return those tears to my eyes.
Levi groans, and his hips begin to thrust, dragging his length over my clit over and over. Before I can think any better of it, the words leap from my lips, abandoning all my previous vows.
“Inside me. I need you inside me.”
Levi doesn’t question or hesitate. On his next thrust, his cock, impossibly hard and thick, breaches my entrance. My pussy spasms against the intrusion of his broad crown.
The sound that rumbles from him is guttural; animalistic. Levi’s body trembles with restraint as his hips slow, sliding forward inch by thick, gradual inch as he forces my body to accommodate him.
Every inch he slides forward feels like a claim—to my heart, my body, my soul—until my body is so full of him that I can scarcely fit the air in my lungs. I’m panting and whimpering by the time he’s seated inside me to the hilt.
Those burning edges roar to life, and I know I feel something there.
Tears stream down my cheeks with overwhelm as Levi withdraws his fangs, and I’m almost relieved because it allows me to claim a little more breath, a little more of me that is rapidly unravelling beneath the gravity of all this emotion.
Levi rises, sitting back on his heels as his hands grip my thighs and his tail drags me more firmly against him. The action tears a breathy whimper from my throat as his cock hits something just right.
He gazes down at me, looking just as much a god as Azrael, who shifts beside me. My gaze is dragged towards him as he rises to... leave?
Levi’s gaze doesn’t leave mine as he speaks, his voice somehow even more resonant than it was before.
“You will stay, God of Death. I am not through with you.”
Every hair on my body rises at the command as its resonance seems to make the air vibrate with something intangible, but no less palpable. Something so new to me—new to Levi—that it takes me a moment to realize why.
Magic.
His voice is laced with magic.
Surprise flickers in Azrael’s glistening gaze—filled with so much reverence, hope, and longing that I feel a hairline crack form in my heart at the mere sight of it.
Azrael obeys, his steps halting just in front of a plush, decorative chair that’s pushed against the opposite wall.
“You will sit and watch as I claim my female. Only after will I decide what to do with you.”
My lips part in shock at his words. Azrael hesitates for only a moment before taking a seat. My eyes meet his. He gives me a subtle tilt of his head as if to reassure me.
Levi’s hips draw back until his crown brushes my entrance. He gives his cock a languid stroke, squeezing the head until thick, glistening strings of pre-cum ooze from him. He swipes his crown over my clit, making my hips jerk before he slides back inside me, stealing my breath.
He lifts one hand from my thigh to tease my clit as his hips gather a steady, increasingly heavy rhythm.
Each retreat and return drives me higher, and my approaching orgasm coils tighter.
The smacking, wet sound of flesh pounding against flesh rents the air, peppered with my keening moans and Levi’s growls.
My back arches further as my climax finally ascends to its peak, and a tidal wave of tinging, dizzying euphoria crashes over me.
Every molecule within my being seems to burn with life comparable to that of the stars.
The room around us fades as all thought and sensation is both reduced and expanded to the union of our souls.
Levi’s strokes turn brutal as he claims my body, slowing only briefly when his tail lifts me into his lap. My legs are splayed across his thighs as one hand fists my hair and the other grips the flesh of my ass. His lips murmur against the sensitive expanse at the nape of my neck.
“I need to mark every inch of you, Violette. You will tell me if I hurt you.”
My reply is little more than a high-pitched sigh. “Yes.”
Levi’s fangs claim my neck, his merciless strokes shift into a slow, yearning retreat, followed by a return so fierce it reverberates in my bones.
The sensation of his venom seeping into me leaves a blissful chill in its wake, making my skin prickle, as he takes gulp after gulp.
It doesn’t take long before my core is fluttering with another orgasm.
“Oh, Akash… Levi…”
The claws of his hand at my hips press into my flesh, and he grunts around his mouthfuls of my blood as his hips hasten.
Just as I reach my climax, Levi’s fangs release me. The hand gripping my hair returns to my waist. His tail also tightens around my waist to counter his thrusts as my hips roll.
His mouth captures mine, nipping, biting, sucking—his kiss devouring me entirely.
With his forehead pressed to mine, the words are breathed within the barest sliver of space. “Forgive me for ever doubting what we share, princess. For driving you away.”
Emotion is swift to return, tightening like a fist in my chest until tears prick my eyes. I nod against him. “Yes.”
“I love you, Violette.”
Something in my chest seems to burst free—a sensation I can only describe as a dam breaking as magic and our lifeforce energy flows between us, so powerful and overwhelming that I am forced to surrender to it, tears running rivers down my cheeks.
His hips stutter, slamming home as his cock pulses inside of me in the same moment another orgasm rolls through me like a gentle tide calling me to return home—to my union with him.
Levi strokes my hair, peppering my face and neck with kisses before he lays me down beneath him. Exhaustion overtakes me, and I suddenly feel the need to sleep even as the gravity of rightness settles upon my chest.
Azrael may have severed our bond, but somehow, by the grace of Akash, it’s returning. Levi’s whispered words briefly drag me from my half-slumbering state.
“Sleep, princess. I’m right here.”