Page 74 of A Realm of Fire and Ash

Az's lips curve into a devious grin as he looks over his shoulder and purrs, "Imagine that."

Emeric feels our gaze and he straightens, his eyes meeting ours. He drops the pillow he was holding and strides towards us. "What are we conspiring about?" An easy smile plays across his lips.

"Orgasms." Az shrugs, and heat shoots to my cheeks.

"Az!" I hiss.

"Am I wrong?" He swings his attention back to me, humor dancing in his eyes.

With a resigned sigh, I step away from the door, allowing it to swing open as I saunter to the attached bathroom. The sound of shuffling feet follows close behind.

Once inside, Emeric shuts the door and leans against it while Az parks himself on the lip of the tub.

The scent of fresh herbs lingers in the air—delicate notes of moondew and firethorn—while a faint sweetness lingers like glazed starseed cake. The bathroom is much nicer than I expected for a bachelor living by himself. A sleek onyx countertop curves around the basin, glittering in the light of the overhead fixtures. A porcelain tub stands tall in the corner, gleaming with its hammered metallic accents and built-in shower system. Black towels hang on a rack and the walls are painted a calming azure.

I spin on my heel to face Emeric, fixing him with a piercing gaze. "Are you mated?"

His eyes widen, startled by my inquiry. "No?"

I sweep my hand in an arc around the room, my voice carrying an accusatory note. "This is practically as lavish as Aggonid and Caius' bathroom!"

Emeric offers a slight, satisfied smirk. "Just because we're stuck in the depths of the underworld doesn't mean I can't spoil myself with luxuries. I've been victorious in numerous hunts," he holds out his hands in a flourish, showcasing the room, "allowing myself to enjoy the finer things down here." His attention drops to my naked form and his throat bobs. "Feel free to enjoy it as often as you'd like."

He pushes off the door, sauntering towards Az and me, his gaze never leaving me. The scent of plants grows stronger as the room warms with his proximity, and I can feel the electric charges of heat between us.

"Morte," he says in a low whisper, "allow me." He leans over me to reach for the faucet, his arm brushing my shoulder. My skin buzzes in response, and I shiver as a cool droplet of water descends from the showerhead and lands on my chest.

Emeric chuckles and continues to adjust the flow of water, creating a soothing rhythm. "There you go," he murmurs, turning to face me again. His gaze is tender as he takes in my expression.

"Thank you," I reply, appreciative of both his gesture and his restraint.

He nods and steps away, motioning for me to get in. "Endless hot water, so take your time."

I dip my foot in the stream and immediately sigh in pleasure. It's like stepping into a cloud; it's been so long since I've been able to indulge myself.

Submerging myself under the spray, I close my eyes, tilting my head back and allowing the water to wash away the dirt and grime of the hunt. As it cascades down my body, tension seeps out of me, leaving me lighter and more at ease. The sound of Azazel’s laughter is distant under the roar of the shower, and the beginnings of a smile tugs at my lips.

Opening my eyes, I'm met with a different sort of pleasure. Az joins me in the shower, and his gaze is fixed on the spot where I'm swiping my hands down my body to remove caked-on blood.

My attention dips to the tapered V of his waist, and I can feel the heat of his skin before I reach out to touch him. He shudders under my fingertips and brings his hand to the back of my neck, claiming my lips with a hunger that leaves me breathless.

Our kiss deepens, tongue and teeth tangling as I explore him, feeling every ridge and plane of his body. His hands grip the sides of my waist, pulling me closer until our hips are flush and I can feel just how aroused he is.

I cast a mischievous glance at Emeric. "You plan on joining us?" I purr.

With the showerhead above us, he can join behind me and still get just as much water as Az does.

"I don't think Az likes to share." He grins, but there's a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

I turn back to Az, placing a bar of soap in his hand before bringing it to my skin. "You don't mind sharing, do you?"

He takes the soap and starts to lather my body, eyes fixed on mine. His touch is gentle, yet thorough, and I find myself arching my back in pleasure as he draws circles around my nipples, then follows them down my stomach.

Az pauses for a moment before offering the soap to Emeric. They exchange no words as Emeric strips and presses in behind me.

I look over my shoulder and see his hands on my hips, pulling me back until our bodies mesh together. His lips press against the nape of my neck and his breath is hot against my skin.

My heart rate picks up as I'm sandwiched between two of the most handsome men I've ever seen. The three of us slip into an easy rhythm as we take turns washing each other, exploring every curve and hidden crevice. It's sensual, tantalizing, and before I know it, I'm caught up in something that feels bigger than myself. With each touch I become more and more lost in the pleasure of it all.

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