Page 201 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
My stomach swoops, like I’m looking over the edge of a cliff.
It’ll be an absolute miracle if we all manage to get through this without falling into a full-blown rut and fuck each other mindless.
As if Azrael’s and Levi’s minds have wandered in the same inevitable direction, their cocks are at full mast—silken skin drawn taught over hardened, engorged flesh.
I take their wrists, pulling them towards the bed. Levi settles his back against the headboard as I climb atop him to straddle his lap. Azrael takes a seat beside him.
My hands roam over the broad plains of Levi’s thickly muscled chest as my gaze holds his. “You’re sure about this? If you prefer it, we can perform the survival ritual here in the Catskills... I’m sure I can concoct a tincture to repel the insects, ticks included. And then we can postpone the blood exchange to whenever you’re more comfortable…”
Levi huffs a laugh. “Such a tough decision—spending an immortal life with the woman of my dreams and gaining untold magical powers. How devastating?—”
I chuckle, swatting at his chest. “I don’t know! It’s a life-altering decision!”
Levi gives a deep chuckle. “Uh-huh, because the alternative issotempting.”
Still chuckling, I gasp in horror. “You are sonaughty.”
Levi’s hands squeeze the flesh of my hips as he leans in and captures my mouth. My clit tingles and my fangs throb with need and anticipation. Levi takes hold of my bottom lip, scraping it gently with his teeth until it pops free.
Holding my gaze with his hooded one, his voice is a low taunt. “Punish me then.”
A soft, needy moan escapes me, and my hips grind against his as his cock leaks pre-cum between us.
“Fuck,it’s like you were made for me.”
In our peripheral vision, Azrael begins working a hand over his length. Mine and Levi’s gazes slowly turn towards him. Somehow, even as Azrael continues to shamelessly stroke himself, he manages an innocent look.
“What? You two are torturing me.”
Unable to hold back any longer, I grasp Levi’s jaw between thumb and forefinger to lick a vertical stripe over his flesh as my fangs lengthen.
My breath is warm against his flesh.
“You are mine. Until death. Do you understand, human?”
Levi releases a groan as his grip on me tightens and his hips give a single thrust.
“No. Even beyond death, princess. Eternally, I am yours.”
Tears burn my eyes as my chest pinches tight with emotion from his declaration. My fangs part his flesh like a ship’s bow through the sea. Levi’s sharp intake of breath is followed by adeep moan. My eyes roll back as his velvety, rich blood mingles with the cinnamon-y taste of my venom, spilling over my tongue and down my throat.
My heart, and the place where my tether used to be, is filled with the phantom sensation of life. It doesn’t matter that we haven’t completed the rituals, or that our tether has been severed; I refuse to let Levi go.
This man is, and always will be, mine. Gone are the days of loneliness and heartache. Even without our soulbond, my soulknowshim. He is mine, I am his, and so it will always be.
Tears of joy and relief decorate my cheeks even as I drink from his veins. Waves of euphoria pulse through my body as the venom takes hold, making my orgasm swift to rise. My hips writhe and my clit slides, slick against his weeping length.
Eyes hazy with love, desire, and the blissful effects of my venom, Levi is taken aback as I force myself to withdraw my fangs from the curve of his neck. Thanks to my venom, the wound seals as quickly as I straighten. Raising my wrist to my mouth, I bite until my own blood spills and bring it to Levi’s lips.
Holding my gaze, he doesn’t hesitate to drink. His brow furrows, eyes widening as his grip on my forearm tightens. My breath catches as I witness his transformation. It begins with the glow of his meadow-green eyes, growing preternaturally bright. His blunt fingernails darken before lengthening into sharp points.
A few moments pass before his gulping pauses, briefly replaced by a low rumbling in his chest, and in the next breath, fangs prick the flesh of my wrist.
Levi releases me, sitting up before he shifts his body weight, rotating us and dragging me beneath him. My heart pounds so loudly it echoes in my ears as he rises above me. His eyes slip shut as his face tenses with pain. His already tall, broad frame grows, even if only slightly.
My lips part in awe as twin black horns rise from the crown of his head. Azrael, beside us, has stilled, wearing an expression of equal reverence.
Blood trickles from the base of Levi’s horns, formed at the edge of his hairline and sweeping backwards against the top of his skull.
