A Fey New World (The Godhunter #32) - Amy Sumida Page 0,106

Azrael. I need you to fill me and summon forth life.”

With the new magic inside me, I knew that my womb was empty and hadn't quickened in years. My star hadn't destroyed my unborn sons; they had yet to be conceived. But they would be. Right now.

Azrael made a growling sound low in his throat and dropped to his knees before me. His hands swept down from my collarbone, parting my long hair and sweeping it back to reveal my breasts. He brought that possessive touch around and up, bringing my nipples to his lips. He sucked one into his mouth as he nuzzled the other, his tongue laving it into hardness as he grunted in pleasure. My eyelids went heavy as I shifted my gaze to the side, admiring our reflection in the mirror as I stroked Azrael's long hair. Two dark gods with glittering wings, one pleasuring the other. I moved my hands from Azrael's head down to his shoulders and up the feathered bones of his wings. They felt like silk and magic.

Azrael stood suddenly and scooped me up, into his arms. His clothing drifted away like smoke as he carried me across the room to the bathing pool. He stepped down into the warm water and laid me tenderly within it, to float on my wings. I spread my thighs for him and he stepped between them with the confidence of a man who knew that only he had the right to do so. Azrael sank lower, the pool deepening for us until the Faerie God's shaft was at the level of my sex.

But my husband didn't take me immediately. Instead, he bent over me to kiss me intimately, dragging his hot tongue up the seam of my sex until I quivered in need and clutched his antlers to pull him closer and grind his mouth over me wantonly. He sucked and speared me with his tongue until I trembled through a climax, my wings slapping the water. Then Azrael reared up, licking his lips and fastening his glowing stare on mine.

I set my feet on the rocks that edged the pool and stretched my arms above me to brace myself against the stones of the waterfall. The warm water rushed over my hands, the element calling to the magic inside me, and I sighed in delight. Azrael drew his gaze down my body possessively as he swept his hands up, over my belly to my heavy breasts. He massaged them, flicking my nipples into hardness, then grabbed them tightly as his cock split my sex and worked its way into my sheath.

The Faerie God slid deep.

The water remained still despite the wild slams of my lover's hips. It soothed our skin and held me aloft for his claiming. Azrael's sex, larger than it was before, stretched channel deliciously and every thrust pounded his pelvis onto my bud of pleasure, sending tingles through my body. My core rippled eagerly—drawing him deeper and milking his essence from him. The Faerie God would fill my belly with his sons and once they were born, we would conceive more and more. We would fill this castle with our strong, fey children and send them out to rule the world in our name.

“Set your beast free, my love,” I cried. “Mate me like a forest king.”

Azrael's hands moved to my hips and yanked me onto his piercing cock. I cried out in ecstasy and spread my legs wider, finding purchase on rocks closer to my waist. My sex blossomed like a flower for his savage spear and gushed with desire for the horned god who claimed me. Azrael's wings lifted high and his head bent to thrash his antlers through the air in an aggressive display of masculinity. Guttural sounds seeped past his bared teeth.

“You are mine, at last, Carus,” he growled. “All mine.”

“Yes.”

“My hands are the only hands that will touch your beautiful breasts.”

“Yes.”

“My lips are the only lips you shall ever kiss.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“And my cock is the only cock that you will ever take into your body.”

“Yes.”

“You shall submit to my lusts and I will satisfy every desire you have.”

“Yes, my love!”

“Say it! Tell me now that you are mine alone. That you will give yourself to no one else!”

“I'm yours and yours alone,” I vowed.

Azrael snarled in triumph and pounded faster and faster until pleasure turned my mind hazy. My world centered on the grunting animal between my thighs and his savage shaft. All sensation became