Page 216 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
My fingers curlinto the shadowy waves of his hair—surprisingly warm and... tangible. Glowing eyes lift to mine. My heart swells with such overwhelming affection, it hurts. This shadow might have a mind of its own, but it’s still Azrael in some capacity.
Caressing his jaw with my thumb, as he forces my length down his throat, I can’t seem to stop myself from murmuring,“So fucking perfect.”
The sound of Violette’s orgasm is the music to my own crashing over me.Something inside my chest pinches tight before bursting as Azrael’s magic seems to wash through me, caressing and licking and twining around tendrils of my own magic, and mine reciprocates.
My cock pulses, and hips jerk as Azrael’s shadow continues to adorn my cock with tender strokes, licking and sucking gently to ease me down from my orgasm.
When I finally return to my body, my eyes lift to find Violette lying boneless and sated beneath Azrael, covered in his cum. His chest heaves as he braces himself over her, cock still spurting thick ropes as it glides back and forth over her clit, intermittently brushing her entrance.
Azrael heaves a sigh when his cock finally stops twitching.
His voice sated but no less sarcastic. “Well, that went precisely as planned.”
Violette and I chuckle alongside Azrael, and I swear I feel the resonance of his shadow laughing as well. The distinct feeling of love and unity seems to radiate through the room, as though all four of us are tethered to one another.
And for the first time in my life, I’m not afraid of it.
I’m hopeful.
VIOLETTE
“Darling, I’ve never seen you so grumpy.” With our weapons strapped to our backs, we’re trekking through mountain snow in the early twilight of dawn. While I may have brought us here, Levi is now the one leading us diagonally downhill. A mantle he readily took upon his shoulders when we arrived when I looked, and felt, more than a little lost.
I’m not familiar with the mountains or wilderness here, nor survival in the wild.
Yet another shameful reminder of just how lacking I am by syrith standards.
Even so, I'm in no rush to leave it.
As if being in these woods, on this mountain, is nourishing some long forgotten part of me.
Although every step we take brings me that much closer to the city, and father, I escaped.
So long as we are in the mountains, we’re safe from him, and whatever dangers the city presents, and it makes the knot of dread forming in my stomach a little easier to ignore.
For now, I will cherish the burning in my thighs from the effort of wading through knee-deep snow. With Azrael andLevi’s height, it’s a much less cumbersome task—the snow is only a few inches above their ankles. In the high altitude we’re in now, the flora surrounding us is short, squat, and sparse.
Azrael’s furrowed brow and accompanying frown are nothing short of adorable.
“I despise the cold.”
His expression softens from behind the fur-lined hood of his coat as I weave my arm around his elbow—gloved hands jammed into his pockets. “I’m sure there are some herbs and flowers I can forage for tea later, after we set up camp.”
I call after Levi, a few feet ahead of us with Azrael’s shadow stalking closely behind. “Would you like a potion to warm your bones, my love?”
Azrael and I are no doubt slowing our progress in finding somewhere suitable tosurvivefor three days.
Levi glances back at us, scowling. “You said no magic.”
I roll my eyes. “Potion. Tea. Same thing.”
We reach a cliffside where Levi pauses, casting keen eyes over the clouds where theaersyans—trees with powers similar to that of telepathy—peek through fluffy white clouds, occasionally breaking up to reveal the lush, evergreen forest in the valley below. His voice a reverent murmur. “It’s beautiful here.”
Still arm in arm with Azrael, his shadow in front of us, we pause to revel in the natural beauty before us. Azrael’s discomfort wanes, even if only in this fleeting moment as our collective breaths are stolen.
The grandeur of this place makes my thighs burn a little less. I can’t help but feel a little pride that this is where half of my lineage is from as a feeling of rightness settles over me. Like the stars have aligned, and this is exactly where we are all supposed to be, despite my fear of all that lies ahead of us. Even if only in a purely ancestral way, this place feels like home.It’s the samefeeling I get when I’m near the sea. Syriths, as far as history can tell, originated here—in these lands. These mountains.
My reply is just as much an affirmation to myself as it is a promise to Levi and Azrael.
