Swift to obey, I angle myself towards Azrael, cupping my breasts in offering as I tease my nipples. He shakes his head with awe as he administers languorous strokes to his weeping cock.
“Sweet seraphim... You’ve no idea how I’ve longed for you.”
My heart flutters at the admission and my voice drops to a whisper.
“I think I might…”
Azrael’s gaze intensifies at the truth he finds in mine. A moment later his lips part on a groaned breath. As the first rope of cum lands on my breasts something in my chest seems to unfurl. At witnessing his unraveling, and if the emotion in his gaze is anything to go by, he feels it too. As raunchy as this simple act might be, not only is it the first time we’ve been able to physically act upon our shared longing, but it’s also the opening of a door that, now, cannot be shut.
When his climax wanes, our gazes shift to Levi. To find his cock already thickening again and there’s a look of adoration in his gaze that makes my chest feel tight enough to burst. One of Azrael’s hands wanders to Levi’s waist as he rests his forehead on his shoulder. The post-orgasm bliss softening their expressions doesn’t waver.
And I don’t think I’ve ever been so hopeful in my entire life.
LEVI
Azrael retrieves a towel to to gently clean up the mess he made of Violette. I don’t know how to feel about any of this. I’m not even sure Iwantto know how I feel about any of this.
I shouldn’t want to share Violette with him.
I shouldn’t have enjoyed the way Azrael caged my arms in his; how he stroked his dick next to me. Shouldn’t have nearly cum so quickly when he hummed his approval, and watched longingly as Violette tried her damndest to swallow every inch of my dick; nor gotten hard again watching him cum all over Violette’s breasts.
God, you’re fucking deranged.
Distantly, I hear him mention something about a shower to Violette, who shakes her head and says, “You first,” even as her gaze remains fixed on me.
Goddamn it. She’s going to want totalkabout it, but I have no idea how to verbalize any of this.
My heart cracks a little when Azrael looks over at me. The pained question going through his mind is practically painted on his forehead.
Does he regret it?
And I’m too fucking emotionally inept to reassure him.
Instead, I let him disappear into the bathroom.
I’m still staring at the closed bathroom door, almost afraid to meet Violette’s waiting gaze, procrastinating having to acknowledge any of this. But Violette, being Violette, steps in front of me and slides her hands up my abs to settle on my chest as she presses herself against me.
“How’re you feeling?”
Fuck.
It takes me a moment to answer, and I only manage to form one singular word.
“Confused.”
She studies me, gradually nodding.
“That’s understandable. Are you confused because you enjoyed it and feel like you shouldn’t?”
My reply is barely audible. “Yes.”
A soft smile tilts her mouth as she stands on her tiptoes and presses her lips gently to mine.
“I feel the same.”
I draw back, gaze bouncing between each of her eyes to discern any hint of falsity, and find none.
“You do?”