Fabric rustled, and then Az's long, glorious cock was brushing through liquid heat, nudging her swollen clit with every glide. It seemed impossible that she could come again, but already she could feel a climax building.
When Ark drew back from her lips with a deeply smug expression at whatever dazed look she wore, Azrail slid her off the desk, spun her around with tight, controlling hands, and bent her over the wooden surface.
The desk was cold on her skin, shocking her too-sensitive nipples and adding a new layer of sensation.
Maia bucked, her clit throbbing and body on fire within. Holy shit, why hadn't they done this before? Why didn't they do this every damn night? She could hardly breathe, and she certainly couldn’t think. She loved every second of this, Azrail's commanding nature and Ark predatory focus.
A hand came down hard on her ass. She couldn't have said whose; it could have been either of her mates. Maia groaned, grabbing the edge of the desk and gripping tight. She wanted more—more pleasure, more of that burning not-quite-pain, more of Azrail's dark words and Ark's smug stares.
It was like they knew that, because one spank became three, which became five, one hand soothing while the other punished. They were working together, their cooperation wordless and instinctual, and Maia could hardly bear it.
"Please," she choked out when the next smack sent a deep, unbearable throb through her inner walls. "Please."
"Please what, sweetheart?" Azrail asked calmly. Two hands gripped the curves of her ass and spread her wide so he could see everything, and she was powerless to stop the clenching of her pussy. "Fuck, look at you. Such a beautiful pussy."
Why was she blushing? Maia knew she'd glare at anyone else for saying that about her, but with the words on her mates' tongues, she was flushed and touched.
"I want to see," Jaromir said in that beastkind growl she'd been hearing more often. Footsteps rushed close. Maia throbbed harder, digging her fingers into the desk and praying someone touched her. Being spread and exposed for them was driving her wild.
"My poor love," Jaro murmured, and somehow she knew the fingertip that circled her aching clit belonged to him. "Are your mates being cruel?"
"Yes," she choked out, her eyes rolling at the slow-burning heat moving from her clit to the rest of her.
"But?" Azrail prompted. Maia twisted her head and sank her teeth into her arm, restless and frantic and more desperate than she'd ever been.
"But I love it," she groaned, voice muffled. If they didn't give her some satisfaction soon, she'd spontaneously combust. That would be one hell of a story; she'd go down in history.
Jaro's finger left her clit and she could have cried, but before she could even lift her head to voice her complaints, a cock drove all the way into her. Maia threw her head back, crying out so loud her voice echoed in her ears, and her pussy clamped down on the hard cock filling her. Contractions hit, so strong that each one stole her breath.
"That's it," Az said in a rough murmur. "That's it, sweetheart."
He withdrew and thrust deeper, slowly just to torment her with every inch.
"Fuck, Az," she choked out, her eyes slammed shut.
"That's the idea," he agreed with a low laugh she felt all over her body.
He bent over her, and Maia loved the feeling of him all around her, touching her everywhere. But he had ulterior motives; a hot tongue slicked up the edge of her good wing and Maia screamed, coming hard and fast.
Saintsdamn that man. He sent her higher than any of her earlier orgasms, her body locked tight and pussy locked around the hardness of his cock.
She'd thought having her wings exposed would pose a danger; in a fight, they were an obvious target. She hadn't considered that her men would become obsessed with them, and use their sensitivity against her.
He withdrew his hard cock from her with a groan, and Maia complained, still throbbing, wanting his release, too. Az might have been right with the brat comment; she was feeling especially spoiled and entitled tonight. She wanted his orgasm too, dammit.
"Patience, sweetheart," he chided with a laugh, sliding off her body and dragging his tongue down the entire length of her wing. Maia screeched and clawed at the desk, halfway to another orgasm. Or was the first still ravaging her body?
"I've got you, my highness," Ark said, and suddenly the body behind her was different—stronger and rougher, more forceful. Az played at the sleek, dangerous dominant but Ark bristled with it, something she was coming to see more and more in the bedroom even if he kept it carefully concealed outside of it.
Maia cried out when a thicker cock thrust inside her, grazing all her weak spots. Her cry dissolved into a groan of rough satisfaction when he began to fuck her, his hips slamming into her ass and making her sore cheeks tingle.
Ark didn't hold back, snarling so deep that her heart skipped as he unleashed his fae nature in full force. Hands gripped her ass hard enough to leave marks, a series of insanely hot sounds forming in his chest.
Maia threw a hand behind herself, frantic to touch him, and her fingers met hard muscle, Ark’s stomach flexing with every rough movement he made against her, inside her.
A different set of hands lifted her face from the desk and she found Azrail standing in front of her, eyes dark and glossy and his cock flexing against his chest. Maia was so far beyond thoughts and self-consciousness; she opened her mouth, reaching for her Knight's cock with her free hand and revelling in his soft curse.
Her eyes fluttered shut at the taste of him on her tongue—salt and precum and her own arousal—but not before she glimpsed Jaro and Kheir leaning against the wall nearby, watching her with obsessive hunger.