Maia narrowed her eyes, her mind too slow to catch up—until it clicked. "Did you make a bet about me…?Withoutme?" She gave them a sulky look. "I love bets, you bastards."
"It's more of a bet about me, my highness," Ark replied in that scary deep voice. It made Maia throb harder, and she panted. She'd never been this insatiable before; she felt like she’d burst out of her body. "Azrail thought I couldn't resist touching you, and he was right. I need you."
"I genuinely think I'm going to die unless you do touch me," Maia said with a rough laugh. "Trousers off."
"Yes, my highness," he agreed, that deep voice making her shudder as he reached for his trousers and unfastened them. "On your hands and knees."
Maia swallowed, her breath coming faster as she scrambled to obey him. Even the texture of the sheets was rough on her hands, her skin tingling and covered in goosebumps.
Ark didn't tease her like Azrail had, both of them too frantic with need for that. The bed dipped as he knelt behind her. Maia jumped at the soft press of a kiss to her shoulder, then the edge of her wing. She yelped at the shot of pleasure that shot from sensitive membrane to her dripping pussy, her back arching tight.
"Careful," Azrail muttered, laying against the cushions beside Maia and giving Ark a warning look. "She's too sensitive for wing-play right now."
Maia grunted her agreement.
"You are so beautiful," Ark said against her skin, lining up his cock with her entrance and ignoring Azrail altogether.
Her toes curled when he surged inside, his growl loud enough to be heard through the whole damn building. So much rightness and satisfaction filled Maia's soul through her bond with Ark that she dropped onto her chest on the bed, a whine in her throat.
Holy burning hell, this was insane. Her other mates had to be able to feel this intensity, too.
"Shit," she choked out when he began to move, his body crashing into hers with rough, desperate thrusts.
He gripped her ass hard, withdrawing all the way before driving deep, dragging a throaty cry from Maia as she tightened around him. His answering growl made her mindless, her fingers twisting in the sheets and hips slamming back to meet his with what strength she had left.
Fuck, fuck,fuck, she was close. Right on the goddamn edge—
"Maia," he groaned, fingers pressing deep into her skin as he adjusted the angle, letting out a loud, animalistic sound when she clamped tight around his cock and shuddered through her release.
She sank sharp fae teeth into the covers, her body jolting, pleasure unwinding through every part of her, making her head airy and body boneless.
Ark held her up when she threatened to collapse, his growl rumbling as his thrusts turned slow, lazy.
"Damn," Azrail breathed, low and rough.
Maia removed her teeth from the covers and panted, twisting her face sideways so she could look at her Sapphire Knight. He sat against the headboard, watching her with depthless blue eyes, his hand fisted around his cock. Hard again.
Hot kisses met her shoulder blades, travelling across her back. "You're perfect," Ark groaned, grinding deep and stealing what was left of her breath.
"Ark—can't take much more—" she panted.
Another kiss met her shoulder, so close to her wing that everything tightened inside her and a deep shudder worked through her body. Ark let out a deep, rolling sound so close to a purr that Maia bit her lip. He reached under her body to caress two fingers through her slickness, and her stomach hollowed.
"I want to give you everything," he breathed against her skin, rolling his hips in maddening circles, his cock never once leaving the hot grip of her pussy. "My highness. My queen."
Maia's mind skipped right over that title, all the thoughts falling out of her head when Ark's fingers made slow circles on her clit, the glide of them matching the way his cock stimulated her inner muscles. He was wrecking her completely, ruining her like Az had promised earlier, and Maia loved every damn second.
"You take me so well," he groaned, his fingers moving faster, harder.
Maia blasted apart with a sharp cry, powerless to fight her climax. Her pussy squeezed Ark's cock with powerful spasms, and her eyes rolled back at the feeling of him throbbing inside her, warmth spilling through her, and especially at the growl he released, loud enough to shake the walls.
She panted, drifting back to earth, and jumped when she realised the walls really were shaking—the whole world was.
Her drowsy gaze snapped up and she met Az's gaze, vaguely conscious that his eyes were glassy and dark and cum spilled over his hand.
"Worry later," Ark chided both of them. "Just breathe, Maia. Relax for a second. Whatever's happening, you've got us with you."
Maia made a low sound of agreement, her eyelids tugging hard over her eyes as Ark withdrew from her heat and laid beside her with a deep sigh, pulling her close. Azrail rolled closer, his body flush to her back, and between them Maia felt safe. She didn’t give a single shit about all the fluids covering them.
Something was happening at the saints' circle; ripples of it spread through the world, and Maia knew the second it found her and her mates, it would be nothing but trouble.
But she threw her arm across Ark's waist and gave herself a few seconds to just breathe, to recover her strength before they came up with another plan. If one saint had come through the circle on that island, otherswouldcome through, and Maia had no doubt her aunt would be in the thick of whatever horrors they had planned for the Saintlands.
Maia would have to be one step ahead.