Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)

Chapter 228 - 226: Don’t say anything please

Her knees felt weak as she lay down with Azrael between her legs. Her hands traced up his arms as her tongue fluttered into his mouth and he groaned.

Azrael’s control snapped. He buried his face into the crook of her neck as his hand moved shakily down her hips, grinding his little brother against her heat.

A guttural groan slipped from his mouth before he could stop it. "Fuck."

He knew this was his wolf doing things to him. It had been on the surface since morning, restless and feral, and now, finally standing before its mate. It wanted to claim her. He could hear it whispering in his ears. ’Claim her... she’s yours.’

Athena sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers tugged at her clothes, rough and impatient.

He pulled off her jacket, leaving her in only the crop top. His gaze dragged slowly over her body, unashamed, stopping directly on her breasts.

Athena’s heart slammed against her chest the moment his eyes dropped there.

He dipped down and kissed her lips briefly, then moveddown to her jaw, her throat, her ear, before whispering, "I want you, Athena," he said, his voice shaking. "I want to see you nake, fuck you and hear your soft moans in my ears. I want to do dangerous things a man could possibly do to a woman."

Her toes curled as her body ignited at his words. She couldn’t believe that just his voice, just words, could make her ache like this.

She bit her lip, imagining every single thing he could possibly do to her, just like he said.

Suddenly, he lifted his head, his eyes drinking her in until they landed on her skirt. His hand came down and dragged it up to her waist as his breathing turned ragged.

Okay... was he really that impatient?

He shut his eyes and threw his head back, his body beginning to shake with hunger for her.

Athena furrowed her brows. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, then buried his face back into her neck and licked her rune. Athena’s back arched off the bed, but his chest pushed her down again.

His hand slid between her legs, straight to her heat, and a moan slipped from her lips. "Ahh... Azrael."

The sound of her moaning his name made his blood boil, his wolf prickling beneath his skin.

Without hesitation, he tore his shirt open violently, and Athena gasped.

What was with the violence? He could have just unbuttoned it.

The sight of his bare chest in front of her made her head spin. If perfection was a person, it would be him. Her heart raced, her stomach fluttering with heat and disbelief. Every muscle in her body tensed and melted at the same time.

Her hand moved before she could stop herself, touching his bare chest and sliding down, over his well-crafted stomach, down to his V-line and he threw his head back as he moaned tumbled out of his mouth. "Hmmm... Athena." His voice was thick with want, almost trembling.

He reached for her hand on his chest, held it there, then brought it to his lips and kissed it like a man obsessed, as if he couldn’t bear to be without her touch.

His other hand slid into her panties, touching her clit. Athena moaned, her voice trembling, breath catching in her throat as her chest heaved.

Fuck, she’s so damn wet down there, he thought.

He slid his hand out and brought it up, staring at it for a moment before licking it, his eyes dark with obsession.

Athena bit her lips to muffle the moan threatening to slip free at the sight of him tasting her, her cheeks flushed as her pulse hammered through her body.

He smiled as his gaze drifted back to her, longing in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her, letting her have a taste of herself, and the intensity between them was suffocating, beautiful, terrifying all at once.

Athena responded to the kiss immediately, without hesitation. Her hands moved instinctively, one tracing the line of his spine, warm and strong beneath her fingers, the other tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if she could never get close enough.

Azrael ground his hardness against her, and a moan built in her throat, but she was enjoying the kiss far too much to break it.

Suddenly, she remembered, they were in Rhydric’s house. It was as if someone had poured cold water over her skin, snapping her out of the haze of heat and desire.

She tapped his back, her hand trembling slightly, but he was lost in her, in them, completely oblivious to everything else.

He kissed her again, deep and claiming, and Athena moaned, the sound small and helpless, betraying her racing heart.

"Hmmm... Azrael, wait." Her voice wavered, a part of her wants him to continue but it was disrespectful to Rhydric. This was his house and she didn’t want to do anything or stain his sheet.

Athena tried to push him gently, but his hands pinned her wrists above her head, holding her in place on the bed. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as he leaned over her, his weight a delicious and terrifying pressure.

"Azrael... please..." she whispered, voice trembling, caught between panic and longing.

He groaned low, brushing his lips against hers, not stopping. "I... I can’t... Not now." His forehead pressed to hers, his breath ragged against her skin. "Please wait a minute."

She squirmed beneath him, trying to release he hand from his gasp, but the more she resisted, the harder he pressed. "Azrael... someone could..."

"Don’t," he murmured against her jaw, his lips trailing down her neck, over her collarbone. "Don’t... say anything please."

Her pulse hammered in her throat, in her stomach, in her knees. Every nerve felt on fire. She bit her lip to keep from moaning as he kissed her rune again, this time a little harder, more claiming, his hands still pinning her hand above her head.