Page 214 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
A parlay...
Azrael steeples his hands as he hums in thought.
“Oh, I do so love a good riddle.”
My moment of glory hath arrived.
Perhaps a little too expeditiously, I offer a succinct suggestion—a riddle that I wrote when I was 19 but reread this morning.
“What gives birth only to kill its young?”
Azrael seems surprised by my swift response, and a smile teases a corner of Violette’s lips. They both arch a single, synchronized brow.
“Is it an animal or something more obscure?” Violette narrows her eyes, studying me. “It’s something more obscure, isn’t it?”
A corner of my mouth tilts. “Perhaps. Perhaps not.”
Azrael hums. “Is it fire?”
My grin blossoms. “No…”
My eyes slide to Violette, waiting to see if she would like to guess. Something like adoration twinkles in her eyes. “Tell me.”
I can feel the heat of Azrael’s shadow boring into me, like even he is eager to hear the answer, and I grin in his direction. He stares back, and I swear I feel its gaze reach into my soul so deeply it nearly throws me off my high horse.
“Time.”
Violette’s grin widens as she gives me a decisive nod. “My cleversoulbound.It is settled then. If we ever get separated, or something feels off, one of us will ask ‘What is the time?’And the other has to reply with ‘What gives birth only to kill its young?’Understood?”
My heart gives an emotionalswoop—like the buckling of knees at the sense of being swept off one’s feet. How is it that with so little effort, this female manages to make me feel more seen and appreciated than I ever could have imagined.
Azrael’s gaze dances between the two of us, reverence shining in his eyes. “You two never fail to take my breath away.”
Violette gives him one of those rare, shy and heartrendingly sweet grins before closing the distance between them, grasping the neckline of his top and tugging him down to capture his lips.
Again, the jealousy I expect doesn’t arrive. Instead, my heart swells with a tenderness I don’t know what to do with.
Their lips slide perfectly against one another, lingering. Azrael groans, wrapping his arms around Violette to clutch her against his chest. Her feet leave the ground as they both sigh into one another, deepening their kiss.
My dick—already half-mast at the mere sight of her—hardens to the point of pain. Her hands cradle his face, fingers threading into the soft, dark waves of his neatly trimmed hair. One of his hands shifts from her side to lift her thigh, and she responds by wrapping her legs around his waist.
And I’m about two seconds away from jerking off right beside them.
Violette gives a breathy moan as her hips roll needily against him.
The final, emaciated thread of my control snaps, and I begin unbuckling my pants. A groan of relief escapes me as my hand finally closes around my cock and begins to stroke. The sound draws their gaze. Both surprise and arousal flashes in Azrael’s eyes. Violette, however, knows me better. Her eyes become heavy, voice a soft purr. “Should we stop?”
My voice drops to a growl. The sound of my strokes turns wet from the copious strings of pre-cum leaking from me.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
Moaning with relief, they resume devouring one another. Violette breathes the words against his lips. “Ineedyou.”
Azrael kneels, lowering her to the couch and promptly tugging the tie of her frilly shirt open. Her breasts spill free, nipples already taut and begging to be tortured. Azrael and I groan in unison as he lowers his head to capture one nipple with his mouth. My strokes remain steady, patient, as he sucks, nips, and teases each one with his tongue. Violette whimpers as her hips writhe with desperation. “Az, now...Please.”
Azrael hums his pleasure as he finally begins to work her trousers down her legs. “So impatient, little seraphim.”
Unseen hands begin to unbuckle his belt. Azrael chuckles, shaking his head as he tugs her legs free and tosses her trousers aside.
