Chapter 8
After possibly the best orgasm of my life, I gently awoke to a delicious sensation of sore muscles in all the right places.
Opening my eyes, I found Azra watching me with a smug look.
Sitting up, I narrowed my eyes at him while I smoothed away the blanket of leaves that had been draped over me like an elaborate blanket. “You look pleased with yourself.”
His lips spread into a grin, mastering that sinful look again. “You just said I gave you the best orgasm of your life. So fuck yeah, I’m pleased with myself.”
He held a drink that smelled like fire and cherries with a touch of vodka.
Tilting my head, I realized that the ground beneath us hadn’t trembled at the profanity. Perhaps after our session, profanity hardly seemed sinful anymore.
Rolling my shoulder, I asked, “How long have I been out?”
“Only a few hours.” He offered me the drink. “You’ll definitely want to try this.”
I studied his violet irises for a moment. He didn’t have any signs of poison from the cherry pit he’d ingested, but I definitely sensed a change in him.
The difference was an internal one and an ease of which he held himself.
More confidence, I decided, and less tension.
“If you read my thoughts correctly, I said possibly the best orgasm of my life.” We were bonded now, which meant he had full access to my mind, not that it bothered me, but he didn’t need to become any more arrogant than he already was.
“Hmm,” was all he said, his smug grin growing. He fluttered his wings when I took his drink. “Does that mean you’re not sure? I suppose we’ll just have to make it a competition.”
“A competition?” I asked, intrigued.
My other mates would definitely give him a run for his angelic money. It was hard to compare them all. Each of my mates provided me something I needed in their unique way. Not better than one another, just different.
Testing my bonds, I couldn’t sense a change from before. I still felt them.
Orion. Hendrik. Dante. Logan. Their bonds were faint and stoic, but that often happened when their minds were sleeping. I’d learned not to be too alarmed. Fighting Calamity was a taxing affair, one that I hoped to be able to free them from soon.
And of course Kaito and Cole lingered in the back of my mind and in my heart. Kaito held a sense of smug relief, but he was also finally sleeping. I didn’t bother him knowing that he was in desperate need of some rest.
And the only time he ever rested was when he knew I was safe.
Cole, though, was somewhere far away. He didn’t radiate a sense of panic, but he had sensed my bonding with one of the angels. If he was upset about it, he hid his feelings well and instead only shared his approval that I was able to keep myself alive while he was gone.
He wasn’t coming back empty handed, though. He intended to find the Death Lotus at any cost.
I chewed my lip with concern.
“Your mind wanders when we speak of them,” he said, his gaze glittering with a new challenge. “I definitely intended to engage in a competition, but first, I need you to tell me what you think of the mixture.” He nodded to the drink in my hand I’d been holding.
Peering into the cup, I decided it did look appetizing. Jewel red tones glistened with a slightly glittering texture.
I took a sip and nearly forgot what we were talking about as the raw heat slipped down my throat and made me moan. “Oh, gods.”
He was right. This was better than sex.
Well, almost.
A deep-throated chuckle rumbled in his chest. He rested his arm on one knee as he propped himself up against the root of a cherry tree. I didn’t remember the large roots being there before, but the entire ground seemed ruffled after our session as if we’d nearly unrooted the entire area.
Azra leveled me with his gaze. “Right, as I was saying, once all your mates are in one place, we’re going to take turns giving you orgasms.” When my eyes widened, he continued. “I’ll go last, of course, just so no one else has to follow my act and be humiliated.”
“How noble of you,” I said as I indulged in another long gulp, nearly finishing the intoxicating drink. “What’s in this?”
He tilted his head, waiting for me to finish it before he responded. “Only a few special ingredients. Cherries from this garden, of course, vodka… and oh, my cum.”
I choked. “Excuse me?” I shrieked.
He threw his head back and laughed. “You said how much you enjoyed it. I thought you’d like it.”
My cheeks flared with heat.
Because I did. It wasn’t my fault that angel cum tasted like candy.
Setting the empty glass down, I gave him my best glare. “You only make that drink for me, got it?”
He drew me against his chest and kissed the crown of my head. “Of course, beloved.”
I cleared my throat, my cheeks burning hotter. “So, um. When did you… add the last ingredient?” The last thing I remembered was reaching climax together, so he would have come inside of me. I was still a sticky mess and in a desperate need of a bath, so I didn’t imagine he got it that way.
Although, if he came inside of me…
Now that I thought about it, the train of thought brought on the question of reproduction. I’d made sure to cover that topic with each of my mates to confirm we didn’t need protection, but I’d been too blind with lust to broach the topic with Azra.
“While you were sleeping,” he told me as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “You were dreaming of me, don’t you remember? You used your magic to make me come again. It was pretty hot.”
I didn’t remember it at all.
“I did?” I blinked up at him.
“Hmm,” he confirmed, brushing his lips over my neck. Goosebumps lifted over my skin from the delicate kiss. “It’s your Astral self, I think. The angel inside of you has awoken.” He demonstrated by gliding his touch down my chest, sending a golden line of light in its wake across my skin. “See?”
His finger stopped at my stomach, making me wonder about the reproduction topic again.
He gave me a wistful smile. “Angels don’t reproduce, beloved, no matter how much we wish we could.”
“That’s not true,” Sam cut it, appearing through the trees. “It’s just extremely rare.”
“So… I could be pregnant?” I squeaked.
Sam chuckled. “If you were pregnant with an angel baby, you’d know it, beloved.”
I loved how different the twins were, yet similar at the same time. They both called me their beloved, but the ways in which they handled my heart were completely different.
Azra kept true to himself, throwing himself recklessly into love and danger.
Sam would take things slowly and carefully, but I had a feeling once I was in his clutches, he’d know exactly how to torment me just as well as his brother.
I was glad he couldn’t read my thoughts as gaze raked over me. Although, I suddenly became acutely aware that I was naked.
Azra wasn’t wearing anything either, and my hand was on his hard cock. When had that happened?
Instead of seeming upset, Sam smiled as if immensely pleased. “You’re beautiful, Lilith.” Then he turned to his brother and smacked him hard upside the head.
“Hey!” Azra growled, nearly tumbling me off my perch as he shot to his feet.
Sam grinned when his brother snarled and flared his wings with challenge. “And you’re an idiot,” Sam said, not backing off. “You could have died. Did you really eat one of those cherry pits and force Lilith to clean up your mess?”
I glanced at the empty glass on the ground, wondering if Sam was making a horrible innuendo. He’d made a mess alright, and made me drink it just to prove how much I loved his cum.
Azra broke out in laughter, obviously having read my thoughts.
Luckily, Sam and I weren’t yet bonded so he couldn’t partake in my humiliation as my cheeks flared with heat.
Instead, he frowned, clearly not enjoying being on the outside. “Well, seeing as you both are still alive, get dressed so I can show you the project I’ve been working on.”
Azra snapped his fingers, summoning pants that formed around his waist in a glittering display of magic. They hung loosely on his hips, poorly hiding his erection. “It’s about time you’re finished with that project of yours.” He waved at the trees. “I’ve been done with my cherry grove for days.”
Sam smirked. “It’s not a competition.” When he turned his gaze on me, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
So, he’d heard that part of our conversation, too.
“You’ll need clothes as well, Lilith,” Sam told me with a sense of formality, “or I’m going to be tempted to solidify my bond with you, too. And while I’m not as reckless as my brother, I’m just as weak.”
His honesty genuinely surprised me. Sam was typically serious and poised, but he hid his desire for me well. I wouldn’t have known that he was about to break his own rules and attempt a bond while it could still be dangerous.
“Go on,” he encouraged me as he drank in the sight of my breasts. “Cover yourself before I lose control. It’s for your own safety.”
“How?” I asked. “I mean, how do I summon clothing?”
“It’s an angelic ability,” Azra said. He plucked a cherry from a tree and ate it before spitting out the pit.
As if to demonstrate, he threw it on the ground and whispered a command, turning it into a tiny sprout that rooted into the ground.
“You can use the old language, or you can will something to happen if you have enough power for the task.”
“Old language?” I asked.
“Powerful events, creatures, or places are usually spoken into existence,” Sam casually informed me. “The angelic tongue should be innate to you now that you’re bonded to my brother. Angels can speak any language and we have one of our own that holds a sense of power in its words.”
“Is that what you and Azra are usually speaking in order to talk to one another?” I asked.
Azra laughed. “Nah, that’s Old Norse. Our old fighting mentor was a viking, so we prefer it to honor what he taught us.”
Well, that was interesting.
“I… see.”