Page 187 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
Possible.
“I want to watch you find pleasure in one another.”
Levi’s sweeping thumb stills. The hesitation in his eyes is palpable.
And the insecurity in Azrael’s eyes is too.
“More than that, I want to know if we could be something... The three of us. Together.”
Levi and Azrael exchange unreadable glances. That fleeting moment feels like an eternity and sends panic tightening its fist around my throat.
Fuck.
I knew it.
I’ve asked too much.
The universe didn’t even have to intervene because I’ve now pulled the rug out from beneath my own feet.
LEVI
Fear is a fist around my heart, but not for the reasons Violette or Azrael think. I knew this was coming, but the reality of it hadn’t settled in until this moment. Not only am I opening myself up to heartbreak from one person, but two. I’ve literallydoubledmy odds.
He cannot die.
You’ve seen the proof of this yourself.
My rational mind’s attempt to ease my fear still leaves a twinge of irrational doubt, but the heartache in Violette’s expression, coupled with the insecurity swallowing Azrael’s, is enough to tip me over the edge of uncertainty.
Even if I do suddenly feel like a virgin.
Other than what happened between us at the hotel, I’ve never been with a man before. Even if there had been a perpetual curiosity I kept buried in a box that I sank deep beneath all the trauma, coping mechanisms, and hypermasculinity I’ve always embraced—and felt natural to me. Even if, behind closed doors, I’ve always longed to find moments of reprieve from the weight of it—something I’ve only found with Violette, and now have a longing to experience with Azrael.
And now that I’m finally being gifted the opportunity to explore something I’d never dared to imagine, my heart is hammering in my chest like my first HALO jump.
I shift to face Azrael whose expression shifts from one of insecurity to cautious hope the moment the words leave my mouth.
“You might have to be patient with me…”
Embarrassment heats my cheeks as I hear Violette’s breath catch.
Azrael’s brows knit together, throat dipping. “Is this something that you truly want?”
I hesitate, waiting to feel doubt weave its threads of anxiety in my desire for this. For all three of us to have this.
It doesn’t come.
Violette sits up, eyes fixed on us—riveted—as her dress slides back down her body.
Azrael’s gaze searches mine as I finally accept what I’ve been trying to deny.
“Yes.”
Desire and affection fill his eyes, making foreign emotion swirl inside of me. It’s an entirely new sensation to be on the receiving end of a distinctly masculine desire. It also makes me realize that, while I want to submit to Violette... I want to dominate Azrael. Though I have no idea if he’ll be receptive to that.
“Doyou?” I ask.
Azrael’s lips curve in a smile laden with something that takes me a moment to recognize.Shyness.
