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his throat and slid into me.

The Faerie God gave a few deep thrusts before withdrawing and angling back to that other channel. As he did, darkness formed a sleek black shaft and replaced him, pumping into my core steadily. I whimpered as Az worked himself into my ass, even as that shadow-cock filled my sex. My husband knew that I had cravings that required special handling on occasion, and he accepted that because he loved me. He did what he had to do to satisfy all of my desires, just as he promised he would, and I loved him for it.

“Is this what you want, Carus?” Azrael drawled in my ear. “Two cocks fucking you at once? Or do you desire three?”

A watery shaft appeared before my face and slipped its dripping tip over my lips. I opened on an eager moan as my husband chuckled and pumped deeper. The liquid rod stretched my lips and stroked my tongue, feeling just like the real thing. I sucked at it harder but was careful not to scrape it with my teeth. Although it was made of water, it was still a part of Azrael.

“Yes, that's it. Suck that wet cock, Carus. I feel your tongue and your lips on me,” he panted. “I feel your hot sex and tight ass. I feel it all!”

Azrael thrust faster with his flesh, and his magic mimicked his movements, speeding up as well. I groaned, water dripping down my neck and over breasts while shadows stroked my thighs. Then darkness solidified around me and took all of my weight so that Azrael could move his hands to my breasts. He squeezed and stroked, then pinched my nipples as he slammed even deeper, stretching me deliciously. Rapture ran through my body like fire and then my wings, making them tremble and stretch toward the sky.

Azrael gave a resounding roar and two of his cocks erupted inside me—water sliding down my throat and shadows into my sex—as his shaft of flesh withdrew to spill onto the grass. He dropped to his knees as darkness lowered me to my feet. I turned to face him, my wings settling with a sigh. My husband smiled and laid his cheek on my belly once more as he wrapped his arms around me. I held him there as I shivered with fading pleasure.

“You didn't scream again,” he murmured.

“What was that, my love?”

Azrael leaned back to say, “I didn't give you enough pleasure.” He laid back on the soft grass and motioned me over to him. “Straddle my face, sweet goddess. Your slave wants to worship you.”

Chapter Fifty-One

A great roaring cacophony woke Azrael and me. I moaned and sighed, my hands going immediately to my belly, as they always did in the morning. I'd been having nightmares about miscarrying and I needed the reassurance that my babies were still there. They were and they were annoyed. My sons stirred beneath my hands as if they'd been awakened by the relentless sound as well. I turned toward Azrael, who looked unconcerned.

“Good morning, Carus,” Azrael murmured before he kissed me. “How are our sons?”

“Active.” I grinned. Then I scowled. “What is that noise?”

“Shall we find out?” He grinned at me.

I ran a finger along one golden antler. “It sounds like a battle, Az.”

He shrugged and slipped out of bed. “If it is, we will end it.”

The naked Faerie God held his arms out to either side and darkness swirled around him. It solidified into clothing first and then, over that, leather armor accented with golden plates in the form of leaves. His long hair rippled, shifted by the formation of the armor, and then settled into place between his wings. Azrael spread those glorious, feathered limbs wide, stretching as he yawned. I curled on my side to admire him but then he came around the foot of the bed—if a round bed can be said to have a foot—and offered me a hand.

I gladly accepted his help to get to my feet, feeling overwhelmingly happy to know that this man, this wondrous being, was mine. Azrael was a magical dream come true; a god, a faerie, and an angel wrapped into one. Incomparable, heart-wrenching beauty tempered with striking masculinity and an ambiance of power that couldn't be denied. I loved every inch of him, from the tips of his golden antlers to his perfect toes.

And Az stared back as if he were contemplating something similar about me. Isn't that one of the best aspects