Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,71
say we put out some food and water and leave it to roam free. We’ll be safe on the bed. I don’t think it can climb that high.”
Az’s lip curled. “I feel like she could levitate if she truly wanted to. I don’t trust anything that small and that angry.”
Madi chuckled and wrapped an arm around Az’s waist. “I’ll be the big spoon tonight, and I’ll keep my gun at the ready, just in case she attacks.”
The sound of Madi’s laughter spread warmth through Az’s chest. “Thank you, meri jaan.”
20
Madigan
Madigan jolted awake in the thick darkness, one hand already reaching for the grip of the gun he’d secured between the headboard and mattress. Next to him, Az stirred as Madigan held still, listening for whatever had woken him.
But it wasn’t a sound. The mattress jiggled lightly, and something small and warm inched up the covers, brushing along the inside of Madigan’s calf.
“Off,” he hissed. Then tried a vehement “get down,” when Mantis continued to creep determinedly higher.
Azrael’s sleepy chuckle cut through the darkness.
“You’d think Eastman would have something more obedient,” Madigan growled. “I didn’t get the idea he was one to indulge or coddle. Humans or otherwise.”
“Let her stay. She hardly weighs more than a feather anyway.”
“I don’t trust her. You saw what she did to that stuffed animal. I’d like all my parts to remain attached to their current locations.”
Still, when Mantis settled on Madi’s chest, he stroked her silky head, and she let out a contented chuff of sound before licking her chops and burrowing into him.
Madigan adjusted her weight and rolled onto his side as Azrael curled around him from behind, leaving him sandwiched between one killer of the human variety of one of the animal.
Az rumbled something nonsensical but vaguely soothing against the back of Madigan’s neck while Mantis settled in the crook of his arm. Seconds later, she was asleep.
He grew drowsy as Az caressed the side of his ribcage and along his flank, and he’d almost dozed off again when something warm and wet slid between his asscheeks, smearing over his hole. Az eased his cock inside him slowly. Madigan pressed instinctively back against the sensation of fullness, but Az wrapped an arm around him and splayed it low over his belly before kissing the nape of his neck and murmuring in his ear, “Shhh. Let us sleep now.”
Madigan started to protest that there was no way in hell he’d be able to fall asleep with a tiny teacup terror flattened to his chest and an angel of death’s cock buried inside him. Every instinct inside him screamed to reach a hand behind to clasp Azrael’s neck and force him to move inside him, but Azrael maintained that a slow, hypnotic stroke of his fingers over Madigan’s abdomen, and the occasional press of his palm was a soothing warmth that radiated through him. The desire to be fucked eased to a contented heat, a sensation of being shielded and held on all sides. Madigan had never felt such a thing before, and he didn’t have long to wonder over it because moments later, he was asleep.
He woke drenched in pleasure the way sunlight was drenching the bedroom, white-hot and everywhere, a deluge of it that penetrated every corner of the room and burned bright into every corner of him.
Az had one hand on the nape of his neck. The other gripped Madigan’s hip as he fucked into him slowly, luxuriously, like they had all the time in the world and this was the most important thing he’d do today. Madigan arched his back, opening so Az could slide deeper into him. He loved that they were like this, loved that he could pin Azrael against a wall and hammer mercilessly into him, hold his hair and fuck his throat until his voice was raw, and then be bent over a counter and given the same rough treatment only to wake up to the uniquely tender pleasure of Az already thrusting inside him, taking what he wanted without apology.
Madigan moaned, and Az leaned down and licked a stripe up the side of his neck, whispering softly in Urdu and then in English, “There you are, jaanum, just in time.”
Madigan was rock hard and dripping in seconds at the novelty of this version of morning alarm, drowning in the pleasure of being both used and taken care of when Az flipped him onto his back and stroked his dick in time with his deep thrusts.