Maia took it as a sign and gripped harder, squeezing as she stroked, and watched Az's eyes flare bright blue before they slammed shut, his bottom lip caught in his teeth. Holy fuck that was hot.
Maia let out a soft, surprised sound when blue-black, glittering wings expanded from his back. Awe made everything in her soul very quiet. He was showing herhis wings, letting her see all of him. Her eyes stung fiercely as he wrapped them around her, soft, velvety membrane gliding over her back and her own wings.
She'd never felt anything so powerful or so humbling.
Azrail came with a strangled groan, spilling over her hands and shuddering against her body. He clasped her to him as his whole body wrenched taut, cock jolting with the last of his climax.
"Fuckingsaints, Mai," he laughed breathily when she let go of him, his eyes slitting open after a few seconds.
Maia had never really understood the soft look her mates gave her after she came, but the rush of affection and love that crushed her chest now must have been exactly what they felt. He'd surrendered to her control, had been completely at her whim and mercy, and to make himself vulnerable by showing his wings, the ultimate sign of trust...
"I love you," she breathed, meeting his eyes.
Azrail froze—only for a second, but enough for her to see the tremor of fear in his blue eyes before they softened. "And I love you, sweetheart."
"You're safe with me, Az," she whispered, only for him.
His wings shifted against her back, wrapping tighter as he let out a slow breath. A smile curved the very edges of his mouth. "I think I needed to hear that."
When he kissed her, she held nothing back, giving him every part of her bruised heart. He was hers, and she'd prove herself worthy of the trust he'd given her.
"How are we going to get to our rooms in this state?" Jaro whispered to someone.
Maia snorted, resting her head on Azrail's inked shoulder. Good fucking question.