"Just making sure my mate is satisfied," he purred, removing his fingers and kissing the inside of her wrist. When she let her hand slide limply away, still reeling from the explosion of her climax, Azrail licked his hand clean. A cool rush of shivers went down her body. He knew what it did to her when her mates did that, observant bastard.
"Definitely satisfied," Maia said with a soft laugh, inhaling sharply when Jaro withdrew from her pussy, grazing a sensitive spot and making everything tighten deliciously.
He groaned, as if tempted to plunge back inside her and lose himself to the madness of mating again, but instead he kissed her collapsed in the chair opposite. His eyes never left her, heavy lidded and dark jade.
"I'd say we should move to the bedroom," Ark murmured, sitting on the sofa arm by her legs, her guard’s shirt unbuttoned over his bare chest, "but that would require crossing the courtyard."
"Not happening," Azrail laughed. "Can you even walk, sweetheart?"
Maia gave him the middle finger. "Well enough."
"Don't worry." He leant over her for a slow, thorough kiss. "We'll soon fix that."
Maia shivered.
"Wait your turn, Azrail," Kheir said with a playful growl, wrapping his arms around Maia's middle and kissing an arc of sensitive wing muscle.
Maia jolted, feeling the touch all the way to her clit, the hot brush of his breath stroking every nerve in her body.
"Come here, my star," Kheir murmured, turning her languid body in his lap until she straddled him, the brush of his skin against hers making her body sing.
Maia kissed him before he could say anything else, a rush of affection for her prince catching her off guard. She'd come so damn close to losing him, losingallof them in that fire. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight, kissing him with all the frantic love in her heart.
Her blackening wings fluttered in response to the emotions tumbling through her. Ark slid onto the sofa, hands wandering down her back to send a rush of power into her fragile wings before they could start to hurt again.
Kheir flicked an entitled look in Ark's direction. "I'm not opposed to sharing, but don't try to steal her from me, guard."
Maia rolled her eyes, ducking to scrape her teeth down Kheir's throat, effectively shutting him up. "I'm in charge here, my prince. Don't ever forget that."
"Never, dearest," he promised, hot hands sliding around her waist to grab her ass, notching her against his hard cock. He was thicker than Jaro, with a tempting vein running down the length of his cock. If Maia hadn't been hazy with pleasure and desire, she might have taken her time, flattened her tongue to that vein until Kheir choked on her name.
Next time,Maia promised herself, pressing his hardness to her pussy and sliding against his length instead. She drew back to watch Kheir's face, greedy for the way his jaw clenched and fingers pressed into the softness of her ass.
"What do you want, Kheir?" she murmured, the air hot between them.
His throat bobbed, flushed a deep gold-brown, and he watched her like she was a goddess come to earth. Maia didn't think about how close that was to the truth; she only rolled her hips, sliding her slickness against his shaft.
"You, my star," he rasped, eyelids low so, only a hint of deep brown showed. "Always you, only you."
Maia ran her fingers through his glossy brown hair, holding him still for a deep, plundering kiss, showing him how much his adoring words meant to her. She lined up his cock with her entrance and slid down, not caring about the fluids that dripped from her—her own and Jaro's.
Maia's deep groan blended with Kheir's choked curse as she gripped his shoulders, lifting her hips only to sink deeper.
"Saints, Maia," Kheir growled, encouraging her to ride him with a hard grip on her ass.
She bit her lip at the feeling of him stretching her full.
"You're so beautiful," Jaro breathed, watching her intently from the chair opposite them.
"So fucking sexy," Azrail agreed, his voice low and gravelly, making Maia throb.
Her fae prince moved her more insistently on his cock, his neck straining and tendons standing out on his throat. Maia held on tight, riding as fast as her shaking legs would allow.
Ark said nothing, but fingers brushed through her hair, winding a lock tight around his fingers. The gesture spoke as loudly as any words. Her skin was so sensitive from his magic hands that goosebumps rose where her thighs brushed against Kheir's.
"Just like that," Kheir groaned, reaching for her face with a hot hand. He brought her mouth to his for a devastatingly sweet kiss and said, just for her, "You're so perfect, Maia. My perfect mate."
His breath was short, his words tight and choked.