Poisonous Dream (The Starlight Gods Series Book 5) by Yumoyori Wilson (18)

~MAKOTO~

"Daniel. I wanna see," I complained.

"One more minute," Daniel replied.

I tried not to shake side to side in anticipation. I could kind of feel my legs, not feeling as weighed down. I could feel the pedals of the wheelchair beneath my unicorn slippers. Father said I couldn't use my legs if I wanted to do a decent performance tomorrow so I was trying to be good, aka Daniel had been watching me like a hawk. He wouldn't even let me lift my leg to kick the bubbles in the bubble bath.

"He didn't complain when you hooked your legs when you guys were having sex," Hope reminded, entering my mind.

I blushed as I kept my eyes on my clothes.

That was an exception.

"What was an exception?" EliaseAnne’s voice whispered in my ear.

I flinched, turning my head and opening my eyes to see her bright emerald ones. "ELIASEANNE!" I squealed, raising my arms to hug her.

She walked around, kneeling to give me a tight hug. "Wow. I saw you less than two days ago and you're making it seem I went on vacation for a cycle," she joked.

"Or you can admit you’re happy I missed you," I replied, giggling as her cheeks flushed at my observation.

"A little happy," she mumbled.

"You can look now, Mako. Thanks for the distraction, Eli." Ryder announced.

I turned my head— my eyes grew wide and my jaw fell open at the stunning room before me.

We were at the entrance of what looked like a modern house; the way the furniture was organized reminded me of our cozy home at Knightwood.

My eyes glanced to the right; the living area had a royal blue velvet three seater sofa which was parallel from a large flat screen TV. There was a two-seater on the right and one seater on the left, reminding me of Scarlet's apartment on Earthala.

There was a marble white coffee table with pink and gold lines that glittered from the chandelier above— the crystal ball lights twinkling brightly.

There was a bookshelf in the corner next to a row of oversized windows; the royal blue curtains with gold hearts hung from the ceiling down to the floor and were currently open wide to give a gorgeous view of the balcony and Heila.

There was a desk in the other corner, a white marble one that had a similar design as the table. On it stood a sleek looking computer— reminding me of the computer Marcus had shown me at the store my phone was from, the one with the half-eaten apple symbol.

I turned to my left to view the kitchen; a wide smile formed on my lips as I saw our stools aligned around a marble island that was double the size of the one at Knightwood.

There was already a bunch of food, my stomach growling at the sight of the various dishes— a plate of steamy blueberry pancakes placed right where my pink stool sat.

The fridge was larger and was black rather than silver, matching the rest of the appliances with their sleek black surfaces. I returned to stare at my knights who were lined up with big smiles on their faces. Eli moving to join them, pulled her phone out and holding it to display a picture of Elias in similar attire, causing me to laugh.

"You guys...how? When? Are we even in the castle?" I questioned, unsure whether to laugh or cry. I was so happy, the happiest I've been in a long while.

"We started this before exams. Maybe a rotation after we'd found you. We let Kai began sectioning everything out and reserving this part of the castle for it," Ryder explained.

Daniel nodded. "We didn't know how we'd get somewhere close to the castle that would be comfortable and secure for you to stay when we returned to Heila. We decided the castle would be the most suitable place, but we didn't want you feeling confined," Daniel explained.

Marcus stood forward. "We noticed you were loving the way Knightwood looked and felt so we wanted to make something close to it," Marcus explained.

EliaseAnne smiled, continuing, "And, since the castle is STILL trying to modernize, we wanted to give you a place that gave you a hint of Earthala, especially after our recent trip there. Scarlet and Junho helped choose all the furniture. Christian printed all our photos and put them in frames which are all over the living room and our rooms," EliaseAnne explained.

Kai walked up to where I was. "We wanted you to feel at home. I could tell that you liked Knightwood’s coziness and the memories we shared there, so we wanted to make somewhere that gave you that same level of comfort and relaxation. I hope we can make more memories here with everyone," Kai finished.

"You guys...dammit, I'm gonna cry." I giggled, wiping my tears.

Kai smiled, leaning down to give me a comforting kiss, before he lifted me up and walked us over to our stools. EliaseAnne pulled out my stool, Kai setting me down. I took a deep breath of the scent of blueberry, maple syrup and bacon.

"Breakfast!" I beamed. The others chuckled at my excitement as I dove right in, having missed Elias' cooking. Sure, the castle staff made amazing meals for me the whole time I was in the medical center and home, but food always tastes better when the ones you loved made it.

"So...this is our new place? When you guys go for knight duty and stuff, you'll come back here, right?" I questioned, before taking a bite of my warm pancakes. I sighed at the rich taste, having missed my favorite dish.

"Yup. This is our new home. We each have a room and there's even a home theater, game room, library, art studio and a miniature hair salon," Kai disclosed.

"Theatre? Like the movie theatre down in Earthala? How did you fit one in here?" I asked in confusion.

Marcus chuckled. "Firefly, it's a home theatre system so it isn't like the huge movie theatres for hundreds of people like on Earthala," he explained.

"Ah, and wait. Hair salon? Daniel?" I looked at my angel shifter who was cleaning his glasses, all of us turning to face eye him.

His face grew red. "Uh. I asked if we had space left if we could have one," he mumbled, placing his cleaned glasses on top of his head before shuffling to the kitchen.

I grinned. "Are you still going to do my hair every day? Even if you have knight duty?" I questioned, he looked over his shoulder as he opened the fridge.

"I'll make sure of it," he vowed, giving me a smile. He got a glass from the fridge, pouring a pink liquid into a glass.

I stared at it for a moment, unsure what it was. "Is that medicine?" I questioned.

The others snickered.

"Princess, it's strawberry milk. Remember, I bought some?" Kai reminded.

I eyed it suspiciously, unsure it wasn’t a scheme for medicine, remembering one of the nurses had forced me to drink a similar colored liquid to help me with my upset stomach.

"It tastes yucky," I declared, narrowing my eyes at the cup.

Daniel glanced at the others, looking confused.

Ryder walked up to me pulling his purple stool out and sitting on it, a playful grin on his lips.

"Makoto, what are you comparing it to?" he questioned.

"The liquid the nurse gave me when my stomach was bothering me," I grumbled, returning to eat my food, nibbling on a piece of bacon.

I noticed a pair of mismatched eyes peeking up from across the marble edge of the marble island opposite of me. I grinned, taking a piece and offering it to Nightmare.

"MEW." She jumped onto the counter, walking till she sat next to my plate and began nibbling on the bacon.

"Firefly, that's Pepto-Bismol. That's medicine. What Daniel has is actually strawberry milk," Marcus announced, walking over to my other side.

"I don't believe you," I whispered.

Kai sighed, walking over to Daniel. He took the glass from his hand, drinking one-third of it. He grinned, looking pleasantly happy.

"It's safe, Princess," Kai confirmed, walking over and handing me the remaining pink liquid.

I eyed him carefully, not sensing any malicious intent.

"Mako, just drink it," Ryder encouraged.

"This feels like Deja Vu," EliaseAnne commented, walking over to claim her green stool.

I finally took the drink, staring at it before glancing back at Kai. "If I die..." I began.

"Just drink it, Mako," the others said in unison, causing me to giggle.

I took a big gulp, needing a moment to taste the sweet liquid on my tongue. I grinned, drinking the rest. "It's like the milkshake! But less creamy and brain-freeze inducing," I exclaimed.

The guys sighed in relief.

"Can we eat now?" Marcus asked.

"Let's eat," Ryder replied.

"Mako?"

I opened my eyes, lifting my hand to rub at my eyes. It took me a moment to re-orientate myself with the new kitchen, my mind almost thinking we were back at Knightwood.

I turned to my left— Elias' emerald eyes met mine.

"You still have food coma?" he questioned, moving a few strands of my hair that were stuck to my face.

I placed my head back on his shoulder, still feeling tired. He placed his hand on my shoulder, rubbing my arm softly.

"Did she fall back asleep?" Marcus questioned.

"She still looks tired." I heard Ryder comment.

"Hey Kai, you sure you don't want to go and rest? You seriously look like shit." I heard Daniel comment.

I opened my eyes again, lifting off of Elias to look for Kai who was leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. Daniel stood to the side, a serious look on his face.

Even with his glasses on, I could tell he was upset whereas Kai maintained a blank expression. I could tell something was off about him; his pale complexion and barely open eyes made my stomach drop in worry.

"Something's wrong with Kai," I voiced, the sound still groggy with sleep. Everyone but Kai turned to face me.

Before I could continue, my eyes grew wide as Kai fell forward. Daniel was the first to react, catching him before he hit the ground. In seconds, Marcus and Ryder were both at his side, Elias staying over by me.

"Fuck. Kai? Kai?" Marcus called out.

"Turn him over," Daniel ordered, his eyes glowing. Ryder and Marcus turned him over. Ryder held his head till Marcus got up and grabbed a pillow, placing it under Kai's head. Hope lingered in my mind, Lily and the others observing what was happening.

Hope. I...don't know what to do. Even if I wanted to help I couldn't walk over.

"Let me assist," Hope whispered taking over.

~HOPEFILINIA~

I took a deep breath, allowing my magic to flow to Mako's legs which began to glow a bright gold. Four pairs of eyes stared at me; Daniel's eyes dimming before he closed them. When they opened they glowed a bright gold, Azriel clearly taking control because of my sudden presence.

"Hope. You're not supposed to use magic," Azriel warned.

I shrugged, hopping off the stool before walking and kneeling beside Kai; Marcus and Ryder both moved out of my way.

"Hope," Azriel repeated.

"Father said Makoto. He never said Hopefilinia couldn't use magic. I'm only using mine. Stop worrying and focus on Kai and Hinotori," I ordered, tilting my head in defiance.

He frowned, but didn't argue. He knew I was more stubborn than Mako if I wanted to be.

We both took turns analyzing Kai. His breathing was rapid and his body temperature was higher than the norm for a phoenix shifter.

"His flame is low again," I mumbled.

"And he's spiking a fever," Azriel noted.

"Phoenix shifters rarely get fevers," Marcus pointed out.

"Unless their flame is low," Ryder commented.

I glanced at Elias who was silent, his eyes flickering on and off, EliaseAnne clearly wanting to take over, but Elias not allowing her.

I returned my eyes to Kai, placing my hand on his forehead.

I continued to keep my eyes closed, but felt the thin strings release, the markings hidden on my arms felt warm. I finally opened my eyes— light blue and gold strings laid along Kai's arms and legs.

My hand that was placed on his forehead had the highest number of blue strings. I had to take another steady breathe, being wary of using too much of my power. All of us spirits had a designated amount of magic we could use before we started taking from our host's supply. Since Mako was on magic arrest, I had to make sure I didn't bother her.

I could feel her still lingering with the others; all of them just as concerned as I for our phoenix shifter. It took a few minutes to stabilize his temperature. His breathing began to calm before he seemed to relax and fall into deep slumber.

I sighed, resting back on my knees and allowing my magic to retreat— the strings lifting and circling around my arms until they burst into gold and blue sparkles, vanishing from sight.

"He'll be okay, but seriously needs rest. His flame won't recover fast enough if he doesn't rest for a few days at least," I announced, rising to my feet.

Marcus and Ryder helped pick him up— stating they would take him to his room.

I glanced back at Elias whose eyes were glowing; Elias had lost the battle to EliaseAnne who was out of control.

"Is he going to be okay?" EliaseAnne questioned, the pitch of her voice being a tad higher than Elias’ was.

I nodded.

"As long as he rests. He needs as much sleep as possible," I emphasized.

Ryder returned without Marcus. "Marcus will stay with him for now," Ryder suggested.

"I can stay with him," EliaseAnne replied.

Ryder exchanged looks with Azriel who nodded. "Okay," Ryder agreed.

Before I could say anything, the world began to spin, my legs buckled as my magic shut off.

"HOPE!" the three of them yelled.

A pair of arms caught me, allowing me to rest against their chest. I needed a moment for the dizziness to fade before I was able to open my eyes— Azriel looking down at me.

"Oops." I gave him a weak smile, already preparing my mind, body, and soul for his rant.

He just sighed, his shoulders sank in relief. "You never listen, you know," he mumbled, giving me a gentle kiss.

I grinned against his lips. "That's what makes me awesome," I replied, feeling exhausted.

Azriel scooped me into his arms.

I relaxed, closing my eyes and debated if I should stay in control or let Mako take over. It took me a few seconds to realize the others had all retreated. Guys?

I was greeted with silence, causing me to let out a mental sigh. Of course, give me alone time when I'm exhausted.

"I'm going to take Hope to her room to rest. Keep me posted if Kai's condition worsens. Karen and Winterlya aren't here this weekend so we have to be extra cautious," Azriel revealed.

"Got it," Ryder replied.

"Will do," Elias replied, his voice back to its deep nature.

Azriel turned and walked out the open door, carrying me back to our room. I'd dozed off, unable to fight the urge to sleep.

When I woke up, I was in Azriel's arms, pressed against his bare chest. I stared at his left hand that was aimlessly playing with multiple strings— the holy threads making different knot works and forms in seconds. His other hand was around my waist, securing me in a protective hold.

"You’re wasting energy like that," I mumbled.

The strings paused midway through making what looked like a heart with wings; Azriel's eyes glanced down to meet mine.

"Good evening, sleeping beauty," he whispered.

"I wasn't sleeping for long...was I?" I questioned, unsure of the time.

"It's night time." He grinned at my confused face.

"Uh...hmm. I underestimated how tired I'd be," I mumbled to myself.

Azriel sighed, shaking his head, but he had a wide grin on his lips. "Why are you so stubborn?" he questioned.

"Admit it. My stubbornness is attractive," I purred, leaning up to give him a soft kiss.

"Hmm," he hummed before he tugged on my lower lip with his teeth.

I turned my body so I laid on top of him; his hands slid down to hold my hips. I stared at his chest for a moment, enjoying his defined chest muscles. I couldn't help but trail his shoulder blade marking with my fingertip. He shivered, his eyes closed for a moment. I knew the spot was sensitive, still unsure why.

"Hope."

I returned my attention to him, ready to move my finger, but his wrist held my arm, stopping the movement.

"It's fine," he reassured me.

"Can I ask why your markings are so sensitive? You don't need to tell me if it's a difficult subject," I whispered, not wanting to step over my boundaries. I knew Daniel had issues with telling Makoto when she asked back at Knightwood, but I didn't know how Azriel would feel or if he'd want to discuss his past.

"They were once burns," he whispered.

I froze, blinking in confusion and tilting my head. "Burns?" I questioned.

"Claire would smoke when Father was away on long trips. She said it was what helped her stay calm. On days where she was in a pissed off mood with Michael she'd call me and...well, our chest was her ashtray," Azriel mumbled, his eyes clouding with anger.

I frowned, using a pinch of magic to move off him and sit on my knees.

"Hope," Azriel scolded, noticing I'd used magic, going against my so-called "orders."

I didn't give a flying fudge about that right now— anger bubbling within me as I felt my magic thunder within. I hadn't realized Midnight was lingering in the back of my mind till I heard her voice.

"Hope?" Midnight questioned.

One second, Midnight.

"She did what? She used your chest as a fucking ashtray!" I hissed.

Azriel sighed, maneuvering himself so he too was sitting on his knees, facing me. His hands gently held my arms, rubbing them in an attempt try to calm me down.

"Claire had issues, Hope. A lot of emotional distress and a few mental that she didn't want to acknowledge or seek treatment for. I get why you’re upset," he consoled, his golden orbs held a sense of regret, which only contributed to my growing rage.

"Azriel Moore. You cannot fucking tell me that it's fine for your stepmother, a woman who was supposed to take you in as her own and treat you fairly, to use your chest to put out multiple cigarettes! Your father said nothing? Michael said nothing? What else did she do to you?" I argued, clenching my trembling hands.

Azriel hesitated, looking away. I followed his gaze to the nightstand, noticing the pair of glasses neatly placed next to the night lamp.

"You had perfect vision," I whispered.

He turned his attention back to me, taking a deep breath before he nodded. "Daniel and I had perfect vision till we were five. Father had to go to Distala, Heila, and Winterlyn for business and was gone for a rotation. Michael did something that sent Claire searching for some type of punishment that would really teach Michael a lesson. We couldn't find where Marissa was and Daniel was afraid she'd injure Michael to the point he wouldn't recover. When we returned she had a jug of bleach and was trying to pour it into Michael's mouth. I took over and pushed Claire. It was enough to get her off Michael, but before Michael could move me out of the way, she used her magic and aimed the remaining bleach from the container right at my eyes. By the time Marissa woke up and got to Michael and I, the damage was done."

I sat there, speechless. Makoto had woken up before he'd begun explaining, listening in with Midnight— both of them unable to speak. Azriel gave me a sad smile.

"It didn't take effect at first. Claire had simply said there was an accident and well, my father believed her. Marissa couldn't vouch for me because she wasn't there and Michael and Father were already having issues. Whatever Michael would say, he wouldn't take it to heart. It wasn't until six rotations later when we had an eye exam that the healer noticed."

He sighed, ruffling his ash blond locks, staring up at the ceiling.

"After Claire's death, Father asked us what really happened during his trips. Apparently Michael had kept a log of every argument, down to the time and area of the home it occurred in. Once I had a more detailed exam with the healer, she was able to make a general timeline as to when my vision had gotten damaged which matched Michael's log of the incident. That's why now with Freila, he lowered the number of his trips and if he has to go somewhere for a long duration, he takes her with him," Azriel concluded, lowering his head to face me.

"Did he say sorry?" I questioned, my voice flat. After finding out all of what Claire had done, he should have at least repented.

"Mako. Go rest," Midnight whispered.

I could feel Mako's hesitation, she was just as intrigued to find out more, but she should have been resting, especially when I was still in control.

"I'll tell you everything when you wake up," Midnight reassured her.

"Fine," Mako replied, disappearing from our mind, Midnight staying behind.

"No," Azriel replied.

"What?" I countered.

"He didn't apologize. I guess it was kind of a shrug and move on it's in the past thing. That's what threw Michael over the edge and one night we packed and left. We left notes and Marissa took us to Heila. That's when we met the others. Michael decided he wanted to go to Earthala to study criminal justice and ended up meeting Jaxson and joining PINC."

"Have you spoke since?" I questioned.

"Michael and Father’s relationship is pretty non-existent. He only goes to visit Freila cause she's lonely. Daniel and I...we've tried. But, just entering the realm brings the memories back and I just can't handle it. I've only seen Freila twice, but she knows we're her brothers. I just use the excuse I'm on an important mission and Michael's busy catching bad guys down on Earthala," he replied.

I crossed my arms, only now noticing I was in a long short-sleeved shirt. The chill in the room made me shiver, and I still felt upset. Azriel sighed, opening his arms.

"Come here, Hopefilinia."

I wanted to be stubborn, but I couldn't ignore how his melodic soft voice, sent tingles through me. I sighed, crawling into his strong hold. He helped me sit on his lap, mumbling that he didn't want to get lectured by my dad.

I grinned, and relaxed in his embrace, my back pressed against his chest with my head resting against his shoulder. His arms were wrapped around my waist as we sat in silence. I needed time to calm down or I'd lose it, and it was never good if an angel shifter got upset.

"What are you thinking?" Azriel whispered.

"I'm mad."

"I know. You don't normally swear," he reminded.

I sighed, shifting myself so I could look up at him. He glanced down, pressing his forehead against mine.

"No one protected you. How could you live on a realm, surrounded by angels who are supposed to be living for the good of Mother Starlight, yet not even one had the guts to approach your father and reveal the truth? Sure, maybe you guys didn't have phones back then or even those recording devices, but your father's an angel! He can tell when people lie. No one was bold enough to break the truth to him, and I bet it's because of how he reacted when your mother disappeared," I explained, having thought about all of this during our silent moment.

"You're right. I won't argue with you. That's exactly how I felt. Daniel tried to convince himself he'd done something to deserve the treatment we got. But I knew better and I was angry. I hated watching every day as our family drifted apart. We'd already lost our mom. Then we had to deal with a father who was more concerned with his happiness than ours. But now that we’re older, I sometime wonder if he's happy with how things are? Is he okay with Michael not talking with him, or the fact we barely talk? I wish we could see Freila more, but it is what it is," Azriel concluded, shrugging.

"I hope the gods will bring an opportunity for you to say how you feel to your father. You deserve closure, and so does Michael," I mumbled as I glanced up at the ceiling, hoping the Starlight gods would hear my prayer.

"I hope so too," Azriel replied.

We enjoyed the silence, my hands ending up in Azriel’s. I started humming, unsure where the song was from, but remembering it from when I was younger.

"I'm a little teapot?" Azriel asked.

"Is that the song? Hmm. We always used to sing it when we were younger," I continued humming the tune, stopping when Azriel pressed a soft kiss on my neck.

"Hope."

The way his hot breath brushed against my shoulder made me bite my lip. Our previous conversation had distracted me from my growing need for Azriel. We hadn't had any alone time since Knightwood, and even then, it had been infrequent.

I turned my head so my lips met his, wanting to take advantage of our alone time. I hadn't even noticed Midnight's exit, but now felt the quietness in my mind, making me more daring to enjoy my quality time with the angel shifter.

His kisses were so tender and loving, each press of his lips was as if I was a delicate doll. I pulled away to look into his fixated gaze— the gold orbs that I'd come to love, just like Makoto.

I knew we hadn't gotten much time to know each other until this moment, and there were many things we had to share with Azriel and even Daniel, but I wasn't in a rush. I knew we wouldn't drift from either of them again. We'd still fight or have disagreements, but we'd work it out.

I let my hand go through his soft, ash blond hair, enjoying the smooth texture sliding through my fingers. My eyes lowered to his full pink lips, my urge to return to kissing him stronger than before.

"Azriel," I purred, my lips centimeters from his. I inhaled his lavender scent, closing my eyes and closing the distance between us, wanting to taste him. My body tingled with warmth as he deepened the kiss, his hand leaving my waist and securely resting on my cheek as our kisses grew more heated.

Azriel quickly changed our positions, pinning me beneath him. He began to tease my flesh, nibbling and sucking as he left kisses down my neck and shoulders. I moaned, loving every bite and lick.

He pulled away to let me sit up and remove my shirt, thankful that Azriel had removed that silly bra that was a pain in the butt. Sure, they were pretty to flaunt to your lover and ensured you wouldn’t have hard nipples peeking out of our collection of white and neon pink shirts, but they were a hindrance to wear to sleep. Azriel deserved brownie points for that.

He grinned and deliberately took his time looking down my body. The only piece of clothing left was my white, gold-laced underwear that had matched my bra from earlier.

"You’re so beautiful, Hope," Azriel confessed, taking another second to look up and down my body. His eyes stopped on my breasts— a wicked grin morphed on his lips.

I could see the glint of lust in his glowing gold eyes. He let me lean back to rest on the bed before his mouth latched onto my breast— sucking deeply. I moaned at the touch, closing my eyes to focus on the different sensations going through me. His other hand began to play with my left breast, fondling it before his fingers circled my hard nipples.

He gave each breast the same amount of attention— sucking, licking and nibbling my hard nipples, which made me tremble in pleasure.

"Hope, love," he whispered against my flesh, kissing each breast, moving back up to kiss my lips.

"Yes, Azriel?" I whispered, out of breath. My sex throbbed for relief while my hands craved to feel his hair again as I crushed my lips with his.

"Can I use my gift? I'm struggling to keep it under control," he admitted, his cheeks turned a light red as he glanced away.

I blushed, feeling a hint of embarrassment before I took a deep breath, lifting my hands to cradle his face— turning his head to meet my gaze. "You have permission to use your gift on me, whenever. I'd like to experience what it can do," I admitted, giving him a seductive smirk before pulling him into a kiss.

He groaned; my arms wrapped around his neck while my fingers got their wish to roam through his hair. He pressed himself against me, his hand lowering to my legs.

I could sense the magic in the air, but I ignored it, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He let me take control, feeling my legs tingle as sensation began to slowly transition down my legs to my toes.

When we both struggled for breath, we pulled away, pressing our foreheads together as we caught our breath.

"Can you feel your legs?" he questioned.

I lifted both my legs slightly, before alternating. I wiggled my toes, grinning at the sensation. "Yeah. I can run sprints now," I joked.

He smirked before his eyes glimmered with mischievous intent. He smashed his lips against mine, taking control as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

When he was satisfied, he took his time leaving kisses down my neck. He continued, reserving a minute for each of my breasts and trailing his lips down till he reached my stomach, licking the lines of my abs before nibbling on my flesh.

He finally reached my thighs, spreading them wide and laying kisses up my inner thighs. I groaned, my sex in dire need of relief from his tormenting.

"Azriel love, stop teasing," I begged, lifting my head to look at his amused grin.

He pressed his finger against the silk fabric, pushing inward between my folds, but quickly pulling away.

"Azriel!" I hissed.

"This is my first time getting to enjoy you, Hope. Let me build up your arousal," he whispered, his eyes dancing with excitement.

I was ready to argue when he pressed his finger against my entrance, but this time his mere touch sent sparks of pleasure through me, causing me to cry in delight as I arched my back. Holy Starlight.

"You still want me to stop, my sweet love?" Azriel continued rubbing my entrance, pulling the fabric to the side and using his tongue to flick my clit.

I clenched the sheets as my body trembled with pleasure, struggling not to cum at the way his tongue continued to play with my bud. "No...ah, Azriel," I groaned, panting as he continued to tease me.

"I think I'll enjoy this as much as you, Hope," Azriel soothed.

I lifted my head in time to see him latch his mouth onto my pussy, his tongue sliding into me. I shattered right there and then; my head fell back as I cried out, cumming into Azriel mouth. He didn't stop— sucking down every drop before he continued. It wasn't long till he pulled away, giving me time to catch my breath before two fingers replaced his mouth, sliding in and out of my wet pussy.

"Faster, Azriel," I cried out, wanting more.

He obeyed my command, increasing his pace before pausing and sucking hard on my clit. I came again, trembling as aftershocks buzzed through me. He pulled his fingers out, sucking on my entrance once more.

I sighed in relief as his mouth left me, struggling to steady my racing heart. He climbed back onto the bed before he moved my brown locks out of my face, claiming my lips. I moaned into his mouth as we deepened the kiss— tasting the sweet blissfulness of my cum laced on his tongue. He broke the kiss to suck the sensitive spot on my neck. I cried out at the intensity of his kiss before he bit and licked it in a repetitive rhythm.

I was already struggling to think straight, knowing Azriel’s gift was at work and contributing to my hypersensitive flesh.

"Hope, I want to feel myself inside you," Azriel whispered, his words laced with desire and the simple revelation made me want him this instant.

"Me too. Now," I replied, meeting his gaze.

His usually bright gold eyes were copper gold, his shoulder blade markings glowing a dim gold. He grinned, pulling back before his cock teased my entrance— gathering the slickness of my cum on the tip.

He slowly slid his hardness into me, both of us moaning at the shockwave of pleasure that ran through us. Azriel leaned forward, pinning my hands with his before giving me a tender kiss. We stayed still for a moment, enjoying our union before Azriel began to move.

Thrust after thrust, kiss after kiss, our bodies moved like they had a mind of their own. I tried to concentrate, but my mind went blank as I focused on the intense building of pleasuring going through me with each thrust.

"Az...ah...love, please, more, more, more," I begged, struggling to not cum at his rapid movement.

He moaned in response while he buried his face into my neck, increasing his movements while he bit my neck hard. The pain mixed with pleasure made my eyes roll back and my hips meet his quick movements.

"Hope," Azriel strained, heavily breathing as my whole body tingled with pleasure.

I couldn't fight the boiling coil within me, ready to burst at any second. Azriel’s body went rigid as he thrust himself so deep we came together— the only sounds that echoed through the hollow walls were our cries of ecstasy.

My pussy quivered around his erect length, causing us both to shiver before Azriel began to move yet again. His thrust was fast and hard— in, out, in, out, the rapid tempo enough to make me reach the edge.

"AZRIEL!" I screamed, my cry of ecstasy muffled by Azriel's lips that claimed mine as he grew rigid.

He released my lips, thrusting three more times, till he cried out in rapturous delight, cumming inside me. His hot cum flowed into me while I came again; my orgasm shook my entire being.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, blacking in and out. I could feel Azriel pull his cock out, causing me to gasp before I relaxed, attempting to catch my breath as I felt dizzy from the drop of sensation.

I felt Azriel scoop me into his arms. "Just breathe, Hope. Sorry, I lost control," he apologized.

I wanted to shake my head in disapproval, but I couldn't move, needing a few more minutes until my body calmed. "That was fucking awesome," I whispered, feeling drained, but finally able to open my eyes and give Azriel a small smile.

He sighed in relief, giving me a gentle kiss. "You need to stop swearing." He chuckled.

"It's a nice change once and a while. I'll go back to my holy ways tomorrow." I giggled, kissing him.

Our night together was far from pure. I might as well enjoy myself and start fresh tomorrow.

"We should sleep," Azriel whispered.

I grinned, leaning up to whisper in his ear. "One more time," I dared. I pulled back to see his grin widen.

"Don't complain in the morning," he replied.

I giggled, knowing I wouldn't be the one complaining. Sorry, Makoto. Let me just enjoy this lust-filled night.