Chapter 16
Azrael was far more excitable than I anticipated.
As the tether between us materialized, his mouth drifted from mine almost immediately, planting gentle kisses along the slope of my neck.
Did he know that was my weakness? Maybe I’d somehow communicated it through our connection without realizing.
Or maybe he was more intuitive than I gave him credit for.
Either way, as the sharp scrape from his fangs ran across the sensitive flesh of my collarbone, I jolted, heat quickly pooling in my core and my cock straining against my undergarments.
“Gods,” I muttered, running fingers through waves of his lavender hair as he continued his work.
Looking up, I watched Bastien as he snapped his fingers, a shower of green sparks falling to the floor as a decanter floated into view from the table across the room, followed by a short glass.
He poured himself a drink, not once taking his eyes off me.
Azrael’s fingers worked the buttons of my tattered vestments, peeling away the layers till he reached the unblemished flesh underneath.
His attention drifted then, kisses migrating down my chest to settle over one of the stiffened peaks.
He bit down gently, sending a shockwave of sensation through me, and as his tongue lapped the same space, that heat in my core started to boil, my cheeks growing flushed.
“Do you enjoy that, Cirian?”
Bastien’s question caught me by surprise, and I had to blink a few times before the words settled.
“I think it’s rather obvious I do,” I replied.
“Hm,” Bastien hummed. He set down his glass on the arm of the chair, reaching into his pocket once again for the small leather book. Setting it in his lap, he flipped through to an empty page, jotting something down.
“Are you actually taking notes?” I asked, incredulous.
“Does this surprise you?”
After a moment of reflection, I conceded.
“No, I guess not.”
Azrael migrated once more, a hand against my chest to guide me back into a reclined position atop the desk as he trailed down past my navel, inhaling deeply as he reached the waistband of my trousers. His fingers hooked beneath the material, but he looked up then, waiting for my approval.
“Go on then,” I said, a grin spreading across my lips.
With a gentle tug, my trousers fell to the floor, cool air buffeting heated flesh. Azrael let out a huff of warm air against my cock, causing it to twitch with anticipation. Still, he looked up at me, eyes wide, as if he were awaiting my permission.
Glancing over at Bastien, he took a long sip of his drink, his gaze trailing up and down my body. When those golden eyes reached mine, I reached down, taking a fistful of the hair nestled between Azrael’s lupine ears, and guided him down to my cock.
Wet, soft heat enveloped me, coaxing the air from my lungs as Azrael’s mouth wrapped around me.
Bastien’s nostrils flared as he watched, as if he too were on the receiving end of Azrael’s skill.
And skilled he was. Without so much as a graze of his fangs, he took to his role with enthusiasm, taking my cock to the hilt.
He groaned as it hit the back of his throat, sending vibration along the shaft that made my toes curl.
Again, Bastien reacted, the soles of his shoes grinding into the floor.
The tether running between us pulsed, and a thought occurred to me.
Was Bastien able to feel what I felt through the tether?
Tearing myself from Bastien, I turned my sights to Azrael.
Before long, he pulled off, taking a moment to catch his breath.
Spittle clung to his bottom lip, trailing back to the head of my cock, glistening in the dim light.
His attention was completely focused on it, his breathing still coming in panting gasps, ears pinned back on his head, and his face flushed.
“Are you alright?”
He nodded, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
“Heat,” he muttered, letting out another shuddered breath. “It just came on, and I didn’t expect it for another week or so.”
And suddenly, I could feel it drifting through the tether connecting us, this throbbing, aching heat that settled in the pit of my stomach.
“Do we need to stop?” I asked.
He grimaced, shaking his head. “That would be worse. Trust me. Gods, I can’t stand it anymore.”
“What do you need?” I asked, the heat pulsing down our tether once more, quickening my breathing too. A glance over at Bastien told me he was feeling the same, the material of his trousers pulled tight across his lap, and a line of sweat forming on his forehead.
“This,” Azrael said, gripping my cock at the base, his violet eyes trained on it as if hypnotized. “I need this.”
Removing his trousers in the blink of an eye, Azrael climbed onto the desk, the scruffy fur of his tail dragging across my thighs as he straddled me, pressing the curve of his ass against my cock.
“Are you certain?” I asked him, struggling to work through the haze of lust that filled my mind. “We don’t have any oil.”
“You won’t need it,” Azrael countered, reaching back and pulling his tail around his torso to hug against his chest. “Is this your first time with an Unseen?”
I nodded, suddenly curious as to why that was important.
“I’ll try not to get too wild then,” Azrael said with a grin, his hips shifting back to slot my cock between the mounds of his ass as his own member dragged along my torso, rigid as steel.
“Don’t we need to talk about contraception?” I asked.
Azrael chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m on the tincture, so there’s no risk of anything like that happening. But once I get started, I’m not going to want to stop. You’ll have to be pretty forceful, okay?”
“Alright,” I agreed, my pulse hammering in my ears. I glanced over at Bastien, the top of his trousers undone now, one hand tucked into his undergarments while the other swirled the glass of amber liquid.
“This is a change of pace for you,” he said, giving me a wink.
“You don’t have to speak,” I fired back, returning my attention to Azrael as he leaned forward, gripping my cock once more and guiding it to its destination.
The head of my cock grazed his entrance, and I knew that I was in trouble from the growl that resonated from his chest. With gentle pressure, he pressed into it, his entrance already slickened. He took the entirety of my shaft, his fangs bared as he reached the end.
“Source save me,” I muttered, holding onto Azrael’s hips as he shifted forward again, sliding almost off my cock before ramming himself back down in one smooth motion.
He let out another growl, softer this time as he set a pace, riding me with such practiced ease it was like he’d been created for this purpose.
Flashes pulsed down the tethers from both of them—for Azrael, the fullness that stoked the flames of his heat—for Bastien, the burn of the liquor on his throat and the thrill of the sights, anticipation building like water on the edge of a boil.
Azrael stroked the end of his tail with one hand, the other placed firmly on my thigh to give him better leverage as he moved. The tether between us was a live wire, sending electric shocks out in both directions each time our bodies crashed together in synchronized pleasure.
I quickly felt myself being lost to the pleasure of Azrael’s body, my mind wiped clean of anything other than the feeling of his heat wrapped around my cock.
Movement out of the corner of my eye drew focus, and I looked over to find Bastien joining in our carnal activities, cock-in-hand.
“Come here,” I beckoned him over. He didn’t hesitate, abandoning his drink and chair to join us by the desk.
I reached for him, taking the length of him in my hand.
“Closer,” I ordered, drawing him towards my mouth with greedy intent.
Turning my head to the side, I dragged my tongue across the head of his cock, savoring the delicate taste.
“You can’t help but serve,” Bastien teased, pulling himself out of my mouth, only to guide it back with more force.
“Fuhh ooo,” I mouthed around his member, stretching my jaw to accommodate his size.
Azrael let out another growl, leaning forward as his pace picked up, the percussions of our flesh filling the space. His cock was hard and hot against my abdomen, a puddle of his own making pooling at my navel.
“Don’t neglect him,” Bastien ordered, his cock still firmly planted in my mouth. “Or can you only please one person at a time?”
I reached for Azrael, wrapping my hand around his slick rod. I could feel him tense at that, the growl morphing into a whimper as he continued to impale himself on my cock.
“There’s a good boy,” Bastien added, running fingers through my hair. “Keep it up. Look how well you’re doing.”
My own limits were quickly approaching, spurred on by Bastien’s encouragement. Azrael showed no signs of slowing down, his own cock leaking across my stomach and his eyes closed tight as he continued his ceaseless bouncing.
“Mmm!” I groaned around Bastien's cock as my muscles tensed and stars exploded across my vision. Azrael didn’t slow as I reached climax inside of him, and I had to pull myself off of Bastien long enough to grab onto his hips and cease his motion.
“Just a moment,” I huffed, the twitching neurons of my orgasm still alight.
Another growl, and Azrael leaned down over me with a mouth of sharp fangs.
“More.”
“Try him,” I said, nodding my head toward Bastien. “I need a minute.”
Azrael’s gaze shifted to Bastien, falling immediately to his cock. He lifted off me, sliding off the desk before turning around and bending over it, presenting himself.
“Is this what you want, Azrael?” Bastien asked, raising an eyebrow.