Page 148 of Amethyst and Iron
“Actually, yeah. How did you—”
“I simply put two and two together.”
“Huh. Well, I think I feel the freezing cold stage coming on, so I’d better get deep under the covers.
As he went to pull the covers up to his chin, Sylas slapped them down.
“You’re not flipping to the cold stage, hot little wolf.”
“Yeah?” Lazriel challenged. “How do you know that?”
Sylas jerked the sheets down and I started as Lazriel’s extremely erect cock came into view. “Hmm, perhaps becauseyou’re hard as granite and turned the fuck on. Do you really think I can’t tell when you’re ready and raring to go? I don’t need the ability of scenting to determine that. Not when it comes to you. Actually, not with any of you.”
Interesting.That was something I couldn’t always read well.
Definitely worth noting.
“Well… I’m getting chillynowwith you ripping the covers off me like that.”
“Yeah? Are you?”
“Kind of and—”
In the next second, Sylas dove down onto him, swallowing his cock to the root.
With a blur of speed, Lazriel shoved his fist into his mouth to muffle his own screams so it didn’t startle Velra awake.
A rush of heat rolled through me and it was all I could do not to tighten my wing’s hold around Velra and jolt her from the sudden movement.
Sylas didn’t make it easy when he voraciously licked, sucked, slurped, and even grazed Lazriel’s length like a fiend.
Lazriel collapsed back onto his pillows, writhing and bucking his hips, his fingers tunneling in Sylas’ hair and trembling, like he wasn’t sure whether he wanted more, or for Sylas to ease up.
Sylas certainly had him.
I jolted as Lazriel turned his head and started licking and sucking at my left wing.
I groaned as pleasure rolled through me.
Sylas caught my eye, a devilish glint in his, as he registered my reaction, his erotic torment working its will on both Lazriel and I so very intensely.
Lazriel’s groans became growls within moments, the bed rocking as he thrust his hips, making Sylas take him deeper and faster. “Ungh… you fucking cocksucker… driving me crazy,” he started rasping. “Don’t fucking stop… don’t fucking stop, Sylas.”
He started rubbing his face on my wing, then sucking on the feathers… a sensation I had never experienced before in all my years.
I had to release my hold on Velra with my right—I was far too close to losing control.
“Need her,” he gasped, before furthering his sweet torment of my wing, then scratching his nails down my torso, the dual sensations making me writhe on the bed.
I reached out with a trembling hand, my magic somehow managing to spark, a white film covering the room that would keep the noise from Ketheron and also protect Lazriel from the effects of my blood if he chose to feed from me in the throes of it all.
“Need her, Cas,” Lazriel uttered again, his talons dropping. Vampire talons, not his wolf claws. Hmm.
I lowered my defenses, allowing his talons to penetrate, for him to bleed me.
“I know,” I breathed, snatching his hand, wiping it in the blood that was now trickling down my chest, then guiding his own fingers to his lovely mouth.
His eyes flamed as I dragged them over his lips, and he opened then licked and sucked at his own fingers as I held them there.
