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Maia woke from a fitful sleep in the best way possible. A smile crossed her face as she cracked her eyelids apart, widening her thighs for the cool tongue lapping at her pussy.
"Morning, sweetheart," a very naked Azrail murmured, kissing her clit.
"Less talking," she said with a luxurious stretch, jumping when a tendril of smoke coiled around her wrists and kept them above her head. She knew her magic could have shattered it into a dozen flowers in a heartbeat, but she just smirked and let him tie her down.
"Where's Ark?" she asked, flexing her hands against Az's smoke.
"Watching," Azrail drawled. "For however long his patience holds out."
Maia twisted her head to search for her guard and found him half-dressed in a chair by the window, his arms resting on his legs as he leaned forward, predatorily focused on her.
"Morning, my highness," he said, flicking his heated gaze up to her face for a second before it fixated on where her legs were spread for Azrail. "I want to taste you."
A cool shiver shook Maia's body. Well. That was one hell of a good morning greeting.
"Nothing's stopping you," she pointed out, but narrowed her eyes at the minute flicker of his lips. "Az, did you command him not to touch me?" she asked with a pout.
"I did not," Azrail disagreed, and buried his tongue inside her, curling in a way that made her breath catch.
Maia wanted to twist her fingers in his black hair, but the shadows trapped her hands above her. The cotton shirt she'd slept in irritated her too-hot, too-sensitive skin, but with her hands bound she was stuck in it. None of that mattered when Az slid his tongue out to suck on her clit, and overwhelming sensation made Maia's nerves fire.
"Fuck," she choked out, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and writhing against Az's face. Holy fuck, that was too much pleasure all at once, almost unbearable. She wanted more.
Azrail made a low sound of satisfaction, flicking his tongue over her now and sliding his calloused hands up her body under her shirt. Maia rolled her hips, goosebumps rising wherever he touched. Her skin tingled, far too sensitive, and when his slow fingers reached her nipple, Maia couldn't hold back a whine.
Shit, everything felt amplified today. When smoke drifted from his fingertips and covered her in tantalising touches, Maia's back arched, straining into the caresses. It was like a dozen hands teased her, and Maia lost her damn mind. When one tendril brushed her throat, Maia sank her teeth into her lips so hard her sharp canines drew blood and Azrail groaned against her clit, dragging himself up her body to lick the bead of blood from her lip.
"Az," Maia rasped, flexing her fingers and aching to touch him. He looked so damn good like this, his black hair messy and eyes smoky with need and adoration, a cocky smirk on his face. "Rail me."
He drew back with a groan, and Maia laughed weakly.
"What? I've been waiting forever to use that. Not to your taste, knight?"
"Az-rail you. It's very creative, Mai," he replied, a touch of fond exasperation in his voice as he kissed her, tasting the blood on her lips. "And it would be my absolute fucking pleasure to do as you command."
Maia sensed a surge, a rush of power, and knew his smoke was going to explode from his shoulders before it formed. Their bond was getting stronger every day, bringing strange new senses with it.
And so was their magic, Maia realised, as she blinked at the huge, three-headed wolf hovering above Azrail's shoulders.
"Holy fuck," Ark choked out in his chair. "That's new."
Azrail looked baffled, which was adorable, so Maia just arched up and kissed him, sliding her tongue along his before teasing with her teeth. "Your smoke is a wolf, knight," she breathed against his lips when they broke for air.
Azrail's tongue ran along her bottom lip, and he left open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck, making Maia's breath stutter. She strained against the smoke keeping her arms bound, needing to run her hands over his back, to clutch his shoulder blades as his hot kisses continued down her body.
When his mouth closed around her nipple, his tongue swirling, Maia twisted her head and sank her teeth into her arm, frantic and right on the edge of how much teasing she could take.
"Look at you," Ark breathed, her guard watching every agonised expression cross her face.
Maia made a whimpering response.
She jumped when Azrail slid his fingers through her wetness and inside her. That was all she could take, her temper snapping.
"If you're not inside me in one fucking second—" she snarled, but choked on her own words when his teeth grazed her nipple.
Maia half wanted him to bite, to leave a permanent mark on her body. As if he could sense it, Azrail hauled himself away with a deep, vibrating growl that made her shake, her need unbearable.
