63. Claiming Happy Ever After #4
“Are you ready for me, Azizam?” Taking Baz’s place, Azael rumbles in my ear, setting off goosebumps on my skin.
He looks at me indulgently when I demand, “I want to taste you.”
“Hmm, such a pretty sight you make.” He lovingly strokes the apple of my cheek, and my eyes almost flutter close.
He kneads my shoulders and arms followed by my thighs until I’m all soft and gooey in his arms.
Alistair chuckles from behind, swaying me gently. Sated and deeply loved, my heart feels close to bursting with happiness. Our tethers hum with pleasure, sending waves of desire resonating across the golden threads.
I run my fingers all over Azael’s broad, muscular chest in appreciation and bend forward until his cock is at my eye level.
Kissing the rosy tip softly, I bring his hands near my head and place them on my horns while looking up at him.
He inhales sharply, pupils dilating and strokes my hair fondly. Grabbing my horns he guides his cock slowly inside my waiting mouth and shudders with his next breath, not breaking our gaze.
Alistair kisses down the length of my spine then earnestly starts pistoning his hips. He moans as I clench around him unintentionally.
Smiling, I roll my tongue around Azael’s thick length but whimper when Alistair deepens his thrusts.
Azael fucks my mouth in measured strokes, muttering, “My Azizam,” like a litany. Like a prayer.
I suckle his velvety balls, grazing them with my fangs to push him a bit and he yanks me up by my hair then spits into my parted mouth.
Grinning, I swallow and fondle his heavy balls, licking his lower lip with the tip of my tongue.
Baring his teeth on a feral grin, he plunges three fingers inside my pussy, pressing them just right, as Alistair comes deep in my ass on a particularly violent thrust. Trembling with the force of his release, he squeezes me hard. “Fuck, Delight! So fucking sexy.”
My entire body locks with the force of my sudden orgasm and I cry out.
Azael grabs both me and Alistair, keeping us upright as we collapse on him, my insides turning to mush.
I nuzzle Azael’s chest, delirious with pleasure when he chuckles darkly, “Did you milk every last drop, Azizam?”
“Mmmm,” I happily stroke Alistair’s arms circling my waist and turn my head to kiss his chin. Alistair cups my pussy, nuzzling my hair.
“Do you want to rest?” Azael kisses my forehead and I bite his nipple, hard, making him wince.
As Alistair slips out of me, stroking the side of my thigh, Azael immediately lies flat on his back taking me by surprise. Before I can mount him, he drags me over his jutting cock, entering me in a single thrust up to the hilt.
I choke at the sudden intrusion but he doesn’t give me a respite. “Ride me, Azizam!” He growls and I obey as if pulled by a siren’s song.
Digging my claws into his sinewy chest, I move up and down his length as he watches me with darkened eyes.
My tail wraps around his throat again of its own volition and his nostrils flair. Cum drips from my ass and drenches his cock.
He starts snapping his hips up, making it hurt so good that constant moans spill from my lips. “Does your little rosette feel empty, Azizam?” He asks in a filthy voice.
“Yes!” I gasp. “Fill me up. Fuck me harder!”
His chest rumbles with each thrust and he suddenly sits up, plunging two of his fingers into my ass. With a startled cry I splinter, gushing on his cock but he doesn’t stop.
“One more time, Azizam. Let me hear your sweet cry.” He licks my throat and I shiver, feeling high as a kite on lust. He bites my throat while slamming me up and down his cock.
Winding my arms around his shoulders, I rub my tits against his hair-roughened chest, nipples taut. My head falls back in utter bliss at the added friction.
“You like my cock, baby?” He grabs my hair, forcing me to meet his glittering gaze. “Love it!” I grin wide. He rams his cock harder while shoving his fingers deeper, making my inner walls flutter.
“Clench that tight fucking pussy!” He whispers against my lips and I clamp down on his cock. My tail squeezes his throat and he starts pulsing inside me. He groans, the tendons in his neck standing out.
“Azizam!” He bellows and comes in a heated rush. I fall off the proverbial edge, screaming my release.
When I come down from the high, my head rests on his shoulder. He strokes my thigh gently while I straddle him, our breaths mingling. “My soul, my love.” He brushes his lips reverently against my cheek.
Tenderness mixed with sheer bliss settles over my heart and a tear slips free. “I love you so much, Azael.” I whisper into his ear.
My anchors gather close, caressing my skin, murmuring words of love and praise––how brave I’m, how much they adore me.
With a lingering kiss I release Azael and cuddle with every one of them, basking in their warmth.
We make love all night, and even when the sun streaks through the dawn sky painting it a golden pink. We’re insatiable. Smitten. Forever.
In a quiet moment surrounded by my husbands––my mates––my anchors, a realization settles deep within. The fractures of my past have mended.
I’ve finally healed and claimed my happy ever after.