Page 175 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
The sound of his name on her lips as she’s coming is still something I’ll have to adjust to, but as I wait for the jealousy to hit, I find it’s in vain. In its place is just a wholly unfamiliar contentment I don’t know what to do with.
Violette’s cry of release is a sweet, breathy, wimpering—vulnerable—sound that makes my chest tighten with emotion even as my cock throbs with need for release.
When her body sinks back into the bed as she descends from her climax, I rise above her and take my dick in hand. The lookin her eyes is softer and more sated than I’ve ever seen her, all while Azrael showers her with his praise and strokes her hair back from her forehead, dotted with perspiration.
His attention shifts—lingers on the sight of my hand working over my cock. When his gaze lifts to mine, there’s a question there that I’m not ready to answer.
“See how fucking needy you make us? Look how his cock weeps for you.”
As if to affirm his statement. A string of precum stretches from the crown of my dick, down to her pussy.
Azrael’s gaze lingers on Violette, whose eyes are hooded with lust as she watches me stroke my length. “Do you think he deserves to cum?”
A grin teases Violette’s face as she nods, lazily twirling a strand of her hair around one finger, and she widens her legs in invitation. “If he’s restrained, too. I think it’s only fair.”
Her words make my heart stutter, and as if she knows it, that hint of a grin turns wicked enough to reveal the tips of her fangs.
“Hold his wrists.”
VIOLETTE
Ican’t help but chuckle with delight at the stunned expression on Levi’s face. I sit up so Azrael can move from behind me as I shift closer to Levi, bringing my lips within an inch of his.
“You didn’t really think I’d let you get away with that, did you, pet?”
The look on his face tells me it hadn’t exactly crossed his mind.
My head tips back with laughter. “You’re an absolute delight.”
Levi backs off of the bed to stand at the end of it. My grin falters, wondering if this will be too much for him. He might enjoy being restrained by me, but having another male—one he’s supposed to be competing with—is another matter entirely.
Azrael approaches him, and I can’t help but admire the grace in each step of his tall, muscular body. When he reaches him, he leans in close but doesn’t touch him. His voice lowers to something hinting at discretion. “If you’re uncomfortable with this in any way, that’s okay, too, Levi. Just say the word.”
Azrael's gaze shifts to mine. A nudge for me to affirm his words.
Scooting closer to him, I kneel at the edge of the bed, spreading my hands over his chest. “My pleasure is your pleasure, darling. We can stop now if you like?”
Levi’s gaze drops to his cock, still painfully erect between us and nudging my abdomen. He shakes his head. “Keep going.”
A flutter of excitement takes flight within me. I press a kiss to his cheek before murmuring my praise.
“Such a good boy.”
And just when I thought this couldn’t possibly get any better...
Levi angles his head ever so slightly in Azrael’s direction.
“What about you?”
Azrael seems equally stunned by the question.
Levi’s cheeks grow pink as his gaze dodges both of ours. “I mean... I can feel your dick against my back. I just imagine you might need to do something about it.”
The tiniest of grins curls a single corner of Azrael’s mouth as brings his mouth within an inch of Levi’s throat. “What would you have me do?”
Levi’s cheeks pinken further. “You could... touch yourself.”
I have to bite my cheek so hard it bleeds to keep my grin from bursting free.
