101. Violette
VIOLETTE
Iwake to the frigid morning air with Levi curled against my back, and Azrael is sound asleep at my front—wearing his usual adorable sleeping pout.
We survived.
The peach colored berries didn’t poison us, and no predators came to feast upon us.
The cervahnith didn’t lie.
So why did the liminarchs come?
Levi nudges closer, propping his head against my arm as he looks between Azrael and me, wearing a sleepy, lovesick expression I’ve never seen on him.
Head angled close to my ear so he doesn’t wake Azrael, he whispers, “You make the same exact expression in your sleep.”
I chuckle softly. “I do not.”
A ghost of a grin. “You do.”
Azrael’s whisper is as soft as mine. “She does?”
“Yep.”
He smiles to himself, eyes still closed, as he scoots closer. “Good.”
Despite the cold and my heavy limbs, my heart feels gooey and warm. I can’t resist stroking Az’s cheek. “How’re you feeling?”
Azrael sighs. “Like a block of ice.” He peeks open one eye, grinning. “A lovesick one.”
The words are just there, on the tip of my tongue again. I want to say them so badly. Tell them both how much I love them.
Fear has me swallowing them back.
Fear that the moment I speak them—the moment I announce to the universe just how far gone I am for these two males, and the unbridled joy and soul-nourishment they give me—that our blissful rug will be ripped out from beneath us.
“I wish I could crawl inside your skin.”
Azrael’s eyes open as a grin splits his face. “You do?”
I nod. “Desperately.”
Azrael presses a kiss to my lips. “I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
My eyes shift to Levi, watching us—expression still softened by sleep. Not a hint of jealousy on his face.
Only longing.
“You know I would die if you forbid me this one thing.”
He chuckles. “Crawling inside my skin?”
My brows knit, expression turning grave. “Yes.”
A soft smile tilts a corner of Levi’s mouth. “It’s where you belong, mia rovina.” His eyes, softer than I’ve ever seen them, shift to Azrael. “You both do.”
My breath catches as Azrael leans forward. As if drawn by the same cord, in the same moment, Levi is already halfway to him.
Their lips meet.
My heart explodes.
Levi and Azrael both groan softly into one another’s kiss as it deepens—the sound filled with just as much yearning as there is relief.
Their lips and tongues glide against one another with a gentle harmony that I can only describe as perfection. Each lick, kiss, bite, and suck is the perfect, elegant counter to the other. A natural exchange of give and take—of power.
My core clenches as my jaw hangs in awe.
I have the urge to get out of their way so they can act upon this need to fulfill their blessed union, but I also don’t dare move for fear it will break this early morning spell, and reality will come crashing back in.
The fatal consequences of using magic during survival is the only thing keeping me from not folding us back to my home.
To my bed.
Without breaking their kiss, Levi rises to brace himself on one arm as he smoothly passes his body over mine to shift towards Azrael, who rolls onto his back, parting his thighs.
Relief and excitement nearly have me squealing aloud as Levi settles himself between Azrael’s legs. Their kiss intensifies, and Levi soon begins to grind against Azrael, who then reaches for Levi’s belt.
Licking my now too-dry lips, I watch with wide eyes, well aware I look like some crazed pervert, but am far too enthralled to care.
The moment Azrael’s hand reaches into Levi’s trousers, his teeth sink into Azrael’s lower lip on a groan before sucking it back into his mouth and releasing it with a pop. “Fuck, Az..."
Azreal and Levi’s gazes lower as Azrael pulls Levi’s cock out—long, thick, hard, and aching; wrapped in silken skin and plush veins; decorated in ink. A glistening string of pre-cum is already leaking from its broad, prominent crown.
Azrael hums his pleasure as he begins to stroke Levi’s engorged length. “Askash almighty... You’re going to make a mess of me already, aren’t you?”
Levi growls a curse as he sits back to unbuckle Azrael’s belt, and I don’t miss the look of surprise in his eyes when Levi smirks.
“Take off your top, princess.”
He has the audacity to punctuate the demand with a wink.
Nearly choking on my own spit, I fail to stifle my peal of surprised laughter. Azrael’s surprise turns to shock. His jaw drops, hanging around a grin as a deep, husky laugh rumbles from his broad chest. “Ok, daddy.”
The birds around us take to the skies as our raucous laughter rents the air. Though we have very serious business at hand, so our laughter quickly dims, swallowed whole by our arousal.
Azrael’s top is off before Levi even finishes unbuckling his belt. A growl escapes him as Levi’s hand wraps around Azrael’s cock—a few shades darker than his bronze skin, slightly curved upwards, and just as thick and long as Levi’s.
Never faltering from his attention to Levi’s cock, Az’s hips thrust as Levi begins to administer firm strokes from base to leaking crown.“Oh, fuck. Please tell me you have lube hidden somewhere?”
Levi huffs a laugh as his large palm affectionately caresses the bronze, sculpted muscle of Azrael’s abs and chest. “We’ll get some as soon as we find our way back to civilization.”
Azrael groans his lament even as he continues to thrust in counter to Levi’s strokes. “Violette, darling, tell me you have lube.”
“Sorry, my love. Not unless the arousal drenching my undergarments counts.”
Levi’s strokes slow as a ball of spit anoints Azrael’s crown.
Az whimpers, abs flexing.
Fuck me, there’s nothing I love more than watching my males whimper.
“Come sit on my face, or I fear I shall never recover.”
My core clenches its lament even as I scoff.
“And miss the show? Do you take me for a fool?”
Levi grunts as he bows over to bring his forehead to Azrael’s.
“The next time we do this, my cock will be buried deep inside of you, filling you with my cum. Tell me how badly you want it.”
Azrael’s brows knit, forming a V of desperation as he nods–broad, muscled chest tensing as he groans, nodding almost frantically. “I’d fucking beg for it.”
Levi growls his approval, nipping at Azrael’s neck. “Such a good boy.”
Azrael’s eyes roll back on a moan as he shudders beneath Levi who draws back to watch as Azrael unravels. His cock pulses in Levi’s hand, coating it with thick milky spurts, turning the sound of his slowing strokes wet.
“Oh gods, Levi. You perfect... fucking... beast.”
Holding Azrael’s gaze, Levi’s chest heaves as his hips stutter. Ropes of cum paint Azrael’s abs and chest, shooting even farther to his neck as Levi has to plant his cum-drenched hand in the snow beside him.
As they both come down from their dual climax, there’s an unmistakable love and adoration in one another’s eyes.
Being able to witness this precious moment of love and intimacy feels like the greatest gift.
My heart is filled to bursting as a bizarre and unfamiliar sensation settles over me.
It takes a moment for me to realize what it is because mere inspiration doesn’t fully encompass it.
I feel inspired to live.
This is worth living for.
This togetherness and reverence for one another is everything I’ve ever wanted.
This love.