114. Violette
VIOLETTE
“Will everyone be dressed so extravagantly?” I slide my hands down the dress made of shadow as I stare in the gilded full-length mirror.
Azrael and Lazarus moved us to their estate in Selcarim.
“Yes. Or they won’t be dressed at all...
Minus the napkin concubines are permitted to wear.
” Lazarus stands behind me, studying me in the mirror with a somewhat grim but unreadable expression.
When he catches me staring at him, the expression softens and a small grin tilts his mouth at one corner.
“You are the most beautiful treasure I've ever laid eyes on, precious seraphim.”
There’s a certain possessiveness and adoration in his eyes that makes my nipples and clit tingle with sensation. However, it’s not enough to distract me from the undercurrent of tension surrounding him.
I turn to face him, sliding my hands up his chest and neck to stroke his cheeks. His muscles relax beneath my touch as does his gaze, dark lashes framing bright amber eyes. The softness in them makes my chest so buoyant, it’s a wonder I don’t float away.
His eyes grow heavy-lidded.
Large, hot hands slide over my silk dress to cup my waist so he can drag me against him as he groans and captures my lips. His passion is dizzying. Toe-curling. And enough to make me forget about all the tasks at hand.
So before he can render me useless, I draw back, breaking our kiss.
“Something’s on your mind..."
The hesitation in his eyes is palpable and the fleeting moment of silence that follows is enough to turn my stomach into one large knot.
“Yes..."
My throat dips. “What’s the matter... ?”
His hesitation continues for a few increasingly insufferable moments.
“I—”
His head turns sharply towards the door and just as I’m about to speak, the door swings open to reveal a mildly distressed Azrael. “He refuses to wear it.”
Levi appears behind him, shoving past him, holding up a rectangular square of cloth.
“The tip of my dick literally hangs out of from beneath this fucking tissue.”
Lazarus hums. “What if we wrap it underneath you?”
Levi narrows his eyes. “Do you mean... like a fucking diaper?”
My lips curl beneath my teeth to hide my grin. Laughter erupts between me and Azrael. I clap a hand over my mouth when Levi glowers at me.
Lazarus chews his cheek to stifle his own laughter. “I was thinking more sumo wrestler, but if you’d like to lean more towards incontinence-chic, we can go with that.”
Levi scowls. “And what will you be wearing?”
Lazarus wills away his clothing, giving us all a brief glimpse of nudity before his shadows wind around him before solidifying and forming a long strip of matte black cloth that ties around his waist. “Same as you.”
Levi arches a brow. “Your loincloth is longer than two handspans.”
Lazarus arches a brow. “So is my dick.”
Azrael frowns. “Abyrion is going to notice. He’d love nothing more than to find an excuse to strip us naked.”
A bitter smile tilts his mouth. “We’ll just have to kill him quickly then.”