Page 190 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
When I draw back to catch my breath, I can’t help but admire the sight of their lengths, glistening with my saliva, as I push their crowns together. The sound of Levi’s growl belies his waning restraint. Azrael’s hips punch forward as he groans, and his fingers flex restlessly.
I take turns with each of them, keeping their leaking tips pressed together as I lick, suck, stroke, and kiss their lengths.Moaning my pleasure into every action, all while Azrael’s shadow works his persistent tongue over my clit. Each passing moment I watch them both unravel, my heart swells further for them and for this special, precious thing we are coming to share.
The words escape me several days too soon, but I can’t find it in me to regret them.
“Look at my handsome boys behaving so well for me. You’re all mine. You know that, right?”
As if experiencing the same euphoria, both Levi’s and Azrael’s eyes roll, heads tipping backwards briefly in the same expression as they share a deep groan of ecstasy. I don’t miss the way Azrael’s hand goes to Levi’s waist, fingers digging in.
Joy and pleasure burn bright when Levi reciprocates, even as his jaw tenses, his hips punching forward to counter the movements of my fist as my mouth releases his drooling crown with apop.
“You promise, Vi?”
I spit on his cock, and it drips down onto my breasts, heavy and aching beneath the ministrations of Azrael’s shadowy tendrils.
“Promises come later, pet.”
When you’ve proven yourselves.
Azrael’s cock bobs in my hand as one hand dives into my hair and tilts my gaze towards his.
“Promises or not, we belong to you, Violette.”
My heart skips at the admission.
Yes.
Every ounce of my being screams yes.
His eyes devour me with nothing short of reverence as I lavish his cock with my adoration, confirming the verity of his words in action. My moans turn to keening whimpers as the shadow between my legs begins to suck the hood of my clit at the same time he flicks his tongue—buzzing with magic—over it.
The sensation is so intense I have to drag my mouth off of his cock to catch my breath. “Gods, I’m going to cum, don’t stop.”
Azrael’s abs flex at the cresting of his own orgasm, and I swear to Akashthe sound of his deep, masculine voice losing control and contorting into a breathy, whimpered groan of need and overwhelm is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
A sound that is directly followed by Levi’s telling growl, rumbling deep within his chest as his cock hardens further.
I surrender to the crashing, tingling wave of my own orgasm. Helplessly parting my lips wide, offering them the flat of my tongue just as their cocks begin to spasm. Their cum paints the lower half of my face and neck, dripping down to my breasts. Azrael’s shadow pulls me harder against his face as he continues his efforts, drawing a cry from my lips as stars pepper my vision.
Only when my climax begins to recede do I manage to catch my breath, and Azrael’s shadow dissipates from between my legs.
Azrael and Levi pant heavily, still holding onto one another as they exchange a glance before returning their gaze to me, lips parting as they watch me use their lengths to wipe my face clean before sucking the mess from their tips.
Levi’s cock twitches in my hold. “Princess, if you don’t stop licking us like this, I’m not going to be able to hold myself back from pinning you beneath me with my cock. And I know you want to do the courtship rituals in order.”
I chuckle, mildly reluctant to let them go.
I’m pretty sure we’ve already gone against tradition by doing everything else, but I, too, only have so much restraint.
The moment I stand, Azrael sweeps me off my feet, making me squeal with delight as he pins me between his and Levi’s chest.
Levi’s arms cradle me beneath Azrael’s hold as they both gaze down at me. “Would you like Levi to draw you a bath while I prepare us breakfast?”
Those butterflies in my stomach seem to burst into a dazzling fireworks display. Never in my life has anyone asked me a question like this. Or made any attempt topamperme. Nor had I ever met anyone I’d wished would.
I try my best not to look as giddy as I feel, being held in their arms and the focus of their attention. So much so, I’m fairly certain I’m having heart palpitations. Ones that send little sparks of happy electricity through my body. “That would be lovely.”
In that moment, I find myself saying a silent prayer to Akash.
