82. Violette
VIOLETTE
Azrael’s hands immediately go to Levi’s belt, working it free, followed by his jeans. He hesitates, staring between them at the considerable bulge of Levi’s cock still trapped within his boxers. Both of them hold their breath, perhaps savoring this moment, but I’m far too impatient.
My hands glide down Levi’s abdomen to grip the waistband, tugging it down until his enormous cock springs free. I can’t help but take a moment to admire the silken, veiny, tattooed flesh. My pussy clenches as my mouth waters, recalling the taste and pleasure of him from just yesterday.
Levi’s reaches for the waistband of Azrael’s trousers, guiding them down his hips. Azrael’s length is just as long and thick as Levi’s, but curves slightly upwards; the crown has an even more prominent flare and is slightly darker to match his deeper skin tone.
My mind can’t seem to fathom my body ever being able to take both of them at once... but it doesn’t stop me from trying.
I’m practically drooling as I watch their cocks touch. Azrael’s hips give an impulsive thrust that smears some of the pre-cum leaking from Levi’s cock onto his.
The sight makes me whimper.
Levi’s fist wraps around Azrael, binding their lengths as hips thrust into the half circle of his hand, and I reach around to assist them.
A deep hum of barely held restraint rumbles from Azrael’s chest as his fingers grip my thighs firmly enough to leave bruises.
His hips slide forward in time with Levi, who summons a ball of saliva to his lips and lets it fall between them, landing directly on Azrael’s crown.
Azrael’s lips part on a groan of desperation, and Levi growls his satisfaction. “Fuck…”
Their hips pick up speed, and the sensation of their saliva and pre-cum slicked cocks thrusting into their hands has my own restraint fraying. As if he can sense it, Levi’s head tilts to meet my gaze. “Are you enjoying this, mia rovina? Watching us both come undone for you?”
I nod, core clenching needily as my lips capture his. “Akash, yes.”
Azrael lowers his head to Levi’s throat, biting and then smothering each minor scrape with open-mouthed kisses. When his head lifts from the crook of Levi’s neck, Levi fists Azrael’s hair to guide his face towards mine.
My heart flutters with the realization that this is the first time Azrael and I will share a kiss. And this moment, sharing this intimacy and mutual adoration, feels like three puzzle pieces sliding into place. The tenderness in Azrael’s kiss is only matched by his fervor.
Tears burn my eyes with the rightness of it.
Of us.
One of the hands gripping my thighs lifts to cradle my cheek as our kiss deepens. The reverence in his voice makes my heart swell to the point of pain.
“Oh, sweet seraphim…”
At first, I wanted this to be solely about them, but now I can’t resist the need to join them.
Azrael straightens, and their hips slow as I shift to slide off the counter, to stand beside them, lowering myself to my knees.
My eyes dance between each of theirs, lingering on Levi’s even as my tail needily coils around Azrael’s thigh.
“Is this okay?”
His eyes trace the action before returning to mine as his fingers caress my jaw.
“It’s perfect, princess. You’re perfect.”
All at once my heart is flooded with so much love it steals my breath. My gaze holds his, intentionally pouring every ounce of that emotion into it, as I part my lips, wrapping them around his crown and hollowing out my cheeks as I suck.
Levi’s face tenses with emotion, his hand cradling my jaw as I swallow him down. “You know I’ll never be able to go without this now, right?”
I don’t want you to.
The thought makes my eyes burn.
With my free hand administering teasing strokes over Azrael’s cock, I drag myself down Levi’s length until he’s reached the depths of my throat, and I have to swallow against my gagging.
Levi’s fingers fist my hair as he groans, thrusting deeper.
“Oh my fucking God, Vi.”
Saliva pools in my mouth, seeping from the corners until I pull myself off him.
“Oh, gods, you taste so fucking good.”
My saliva drips in thick strings from his cock that I use to wet my strokes as I shift my attention to Azrael.
Lifting my gaze—I find his filled with so much love it makes my heart stutter. “We’re supposed to be pampering you, seraphim.”
Emotion rises, along with gratitude for this beautiful male.
“Oh, but you are.”
A gasp escapes me as something cool but firm presses against my slick folds, and I look down to find tendrils of shadow between my legs, gradually taking form until Azrael’s phantom is lying beneath me—with my pussy directly over where his mouth would be.
Black, ephemeral hands curl over the tops of my thighs as I feel what is unmistakably a tongue sweep through my folds before lips wrap around my clit and suck.
“Oh, fuck.”
My shock is nearly as bright as my arousal.
The sensation isn’t as firm or tangible as Azrael’s actual flesh-and-blood mouth would be, but it’s just as intense—buzzing with magic.
I surrender to the overwhelming sensation, rocking my hips against him as more tendrils of shadow slither up my body to tease my nipples.
I look up to find Azrael’s hooded gaze paired with a satisfied grin.
Levi’s expression mirrors mine—shock and arousal—as his cock twitches in my hand.
My eyes roll, head tipping back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Az…”
Azrael’s lips part on an expelled breath as I proceed to press wet, open-mouthed kisses over his crown and along the subtle upward curve of his length.
Introducing myself to each of the plush veins before I guide him to my throat.
His deep groan is the harmony to my hum of ecstasy.
When I reach my limit and begin to gag, he strokes my hair back and massages my throat to ease my efforts.
“Look at you, little seraphim. How well you take our cocks and my shadows. You suck us so fucking good.”
When I draw back to catch my breath, I can’t help but admire the sight of their lengths, glistening with my saliva, as I push their crowns together. The sound of Levi’s growl belies his waning restraint. Azrael’s hips punch forward as he groans, and his fingers flex restlessly.
I take turns with each of them, keeping their leaking tips pressed together as I lick, suck, stroke, and kiss their lengths.
Moaning my pleasure into every action, all while Azrael’s shadow works his persistent tongue over my clit.
Each passing moment I watch them both unravel, my heart swells further for them and for this special, precious thing we are coming to share.
The words escape me several days too soon, but I can’t find it in me to regret them.
“Look at my handsome boys behaving so well for me. You’re all mine. You know that, right?”
As if experiencing the same euphoria, both Levi’s and Azrael’s eyes roll, heads tipping backwards briefly in the same expression as they share a deep groan of ecstasy. I don’t miss the way Azrael’s hand goes to Levi’s waist, fingers digging in.
Joy and pleasure burn bright when Levi reciprocates, even as his jaw tenses, his hips punching forward to counter the movements of my fist as my mouth releases his drooling crown with a pop.
“You promise, Vi?”
I spit on his cock, and it drips down onto my breasts, heavy and aching beneath the ministrations of Azrael’s shadowy tendrils.
“Promises come later, pet.”
When you’ve proven yourselves.
Azrael’s cock bobs in my hand as one hand dives into my hair and tilts my gaze towards his.
“Promises or not, we belong to you, Violette.”
My heart skips at the admission.
Yes.
Every ounce of my being screams yes.
His eyes devour me with nothing short of reverence as I lavish his cock with my adoration, confirming the verity of his words in action.
My moans turn to keening whimpers as the shadow between my legs begins to suck the hood of my clit at the same time he flicks his tongue—buzzing with magic—over it.
The sensation is so intense I have to drag my mouth off of his cock to catch my breath. “Gods, I’m going to cum, don’t stop.”
Azrael’s abs flex at the cresting of his own orgasm, and I swear to Akash the sound of his deep, masculine voice losing control and contorting into a breathy, whimpered groan of need and overwhelm is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
A sound that is directly followed by Levi’s telling growl, rumbling deep within his chest as his cock hardens further.
I surrender to the crashing, tingling wave of my own orgasm.
Helplessly parting my lips wide, offering them the flat of my tongue just as their cocks begin to spasm.
Their cum paints the lower half of my face and neck, dripping down to my breasts.
Azrael’s shadow pulls me harder against his face as he continues his efforts, drawing a cry from my lips as stars pepper my vision.
Only when my climax begins to recede do I manage to catch my breath, and Azrael’s shadow dissipates from between my legs.
Azrael and Levi pant heavily, still holding onto one another as they exchange a glance before returning their gaze to me, lips parting as they watch me use their lengths to wipe my face clean before sucking the mess from their tips.
Levi’s cock twitches in my hold. “Princess, if you don’t stop licking us like this, I’m not going to be able to hold myself back from pinning you beneath me with my cock. And I know you want to do the courtship rituals in order.”
I chuckle, mildly reluctant to let them go.
I’m pretty sure we’ve already gone against tradition by doing everything else, but I, too, only have so much restraint.
The moment I stand, Azrael sweeps me off my feet, making me squeal with delight as he pins me between his and Levi’s chest.
Levi’s arms cradle me beneath Azrael’s hold as they both gaze down at me. “Would you like Levi to draw you a bath while I prepare us breakfast?”
Those butterflies in my stomach seem to burst into a dazzling fireworks display. Never in my life has anyone asked me a question like this. Or made any attempt to pamper me. Nor had I ever met anyone I’d wished would.
I try my best not to look as giddy as I feel, being held in their arms and the focus of their attention. So much so, I’m fairly certain I’m having heart palpitations. Ones that send little sparks of happy electricity through my body. “That would be lovely.”
In that moment, I find myself saying a silent prayer to Akash.
Please, please, please let this be real. Let what we have be enduring.