"If you don't give her what she needs, you don't deserve to be in bed with her," Ark chided, watching everything, his voice low and gravelly. "She's aching."
Maia panted, rolling her head to the side so she could see her guard, locking eyes with glowing, glaring hazel as Azrail withdrew his fingers and nudged his cock against her.
"Now," she complained, and shuddered at the self-satisfied chuckle in Az's throat.
The fingers that had been inside her found her throbbing clit as his cock finally thrust into her. Maia's eyes screwed shut as he filled her with slow, rolling motions, the sensations too fucking intense to bear.
He grunted when she was full of him, his possessive hands grabbing her waist and thigh to drag her even closer, the smoke around her wrists pulling taut.
"Fuck," Ark growled, her mate sounding close to undone Ashe watched. Maia wanted his hands on her, too, wanted both of them. "Maia," he groaned, almost a whine. "Your need is going to kill me. I can feel all of it."
"Then get over here," she replied, shivery all over.
"Look at me, sweetheart," Azrail ordered, breathier than normal.
Maia obeyed, frantically aware of his cock inside her, aching for him tomoveand clenching around him.
"If you want me to be gentle, tell me now," he said, rubbing circles on her thigh. "Otherwise, I'm going to make good on that request."
Maia's hips bucked unconsciously, her bound hands curling into fists. "Oh fuck, please."
"Please be gentle?" he clarified, and Maia screamed through clenched teeth, her frustration killing her.
"I willactuallymurderyou, Azrail Plunaron," she choked out. "Don't even think about it."
Azrail's eyes darkened and Maia went still, breathless. She could hardly think when his hands slid under her ass and lifted her to his desired angle. He never once broke eye contact as he slowly, excruciatingly, withdrew from her.
"I'm going to ruin you," he warned, so deep that Maia felt it caress every part of her.
"You better," she choked out.
Azrail drove into her with a deep roll of his hips, not giving her chance to process the feeling of being so fucking full before he withdrew and plunged back in again, the motion and angle lighting up every desperate part of her pussy.
Relief came at the expense of needing even more,alwaysmore. Maia arched into every thrust, choking on his name when his cock grazed an especially sensitive spot. Observant as hell, he noticed her reaction and did it again and again and again, until Maia was trembling, so damn on edge.
"Harder," Ark commanded from the chair beside the bed, his eyes sharp as he watched every writhing movement.
Azrail did exactly as Ark said, and Maia moaned deep in her throat, heat coiling inside her. The angle, the sinuous movement of Az's hips, and the devastating pace were her undoing. Azrail bared his teeth on a deep growl at the same time his magic stroked her in a broad, possessive touch, and Maia's mouth opened on a silent scream as she shattered.
Heat and satisfaction poured through her like lava. Maia's toes curled as Azrail fucked her even higher, her orgasm evenmorepowerful. This was insane. It shouldn’t feel so good. She shouldn’t be so sensitive.
"Beautiful," Ark breathed.
The reminder that he was watching her made her body shake one last time, her pussy squeezing tight around Azrail and dragging a grunt from his throat. He slammed his mouth into hers, kissing her hard and breathlessly as he throbbed inside her.
Smoke blasted from the wolf hovering over his shoulder, filling the whole room for a lingering second, and Azrail groaned as if he'd come twice, collapsing on top of her.
Maia's breathing deepened, her eyelids heavy over her eyes. When the smoke dissolved from her wrists, she wrapped her arms around Azrail and stroked down his back, surprised when he shuddered and his cock jerked inside her once more.
"My skin feels ... like fire," he groaned, kissing her shoulder.
Maia nodded. She felt it, too. Too fucking sensitive, like any touch would make her pussy squeeze around him again.
"Move," a dangerous voice ordered, and it took Maia a drowsy moment to realise it was Ark speaking. He sounded different, his voice lower.
Az snorted, and then swore when his breath fanned over Maia's neck, sending a pulse of sensitivity and pleasure through her so her inner walls tightened around his cock.
"You lost, buddy," Azrail panted, withdrawing gently from Maia's pussy. "You owe me."