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A glob of precum rushes from my tip to join the healthy coating on my cock. Azure hums his approval, smearing my mess all over myself with his tongue.

“Azuran, please! Don’t make me cum. We have to keep this up so she can sleep.”

“What makes you think I’d stop?”

He chooses that moment to stuff his mouth full of me, so deep his lips try to wrap around my knot. It takes all of myrestraint not to fuck into him. I cannot risk waking Terra. What would she think if she awoke to me cuddling her naked body while face-fucking Azuran?

Azure lifts off my cock, his piercing gaze meeting mine. “Don’t worry, pet. She might enjoy this type of wake-up call.”

Azuran has a way of reading me so well that he senses my thoughts, though he possesses no telepathic powers, and the mate bond didn’t grant them to us.

He isn’t wrong, though—the thought had crossed my mind that Terra might even enjoy watching him gag himself on my cock. But, to Terra, there’d been no such thing as werewolves and fae gods only minutes ago.

“She’s sleeping soundly now,” he says. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” I bark, casting a glance to the bundle on my left before lowering my voice. “Don’t stop. I’m so close. Let me cum down your throat first.”

“You are so pretty when you use your words, pet. I recall a time you struggled to use your voice, and now look at you. Telling me exactly what you need from me. I’m so proud of you.”

Oh, fuck, his praise always does me in, and accompanied by his cloudlike lips on my slippery tip, I’m soon swallowing down howls of pleasure.

Somehow, the man between my legs manages to be both sloppy and relatively quiet. He is a wonder. He’s all mine, and soon Terra will know the ecstasy of his skillful tongue.

With a few wet strokes, Azuran manages to wedge me between his tonsils, his tongue flicking out between tightly sealed lips to swipe over my lower shaft.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

My free hand fists his hair, keeping him still, forcing him to remain where I need him. What’s gotten into me? I’m not usually so aggressive, but I can’t imagine not having his moutharound me, can’t bear the thought of it. With a mouthful, Azuran hums his approval of my rough handling. Then he plays a dirty trick by swallowing.

His throat flutters around my cockhead, squeezing my tip relentlessly. Begging for cum.

“You—unnhh—you want my rainwolf seed.” Truly, what is going on with me? “You want to swallow me all up.”

Azuran groans, the sound reverberating up and down my shaft, coaxing my orgasm ever closer. Using my thighs as leverage, my incredible mate fucks his mouth further down my shaft, strangling me with his tight throat.

My hand flies to my mouth, smothering the cries that try to escape. Azure siezes the opportunity for a breath before diving back toward my pelvis with his nose.

“Azure!”

A few deep strokes later, he comes up for air, using one hand to smack my cock against his cheek. His colorful eyes are hazy with lust as they meet mine, bouncing to Terra briefly. She still sleeps. She’d shifted our way, curling into me, her floral scent all I breathe, closed eyes poised towards where Azure lazily licks me.

“She sleeps well now,” he states with pride. “I grow impatient. Stop holding back.”

“I’m not!”

“Then you’ll have no trouble giving me what I need. Let me drink you down, pet. I need to taste you.”

He’s right. It’s no trouble at all to give him every drop.

Chapter Five

Terra

Dreams of pastures speckled with colorful weeds and foreign flowers fill my dreams until a howl pierces the facade, sending panes of false glass shattering behind my eyelids.

Startled awake, I’m shocked to find myself in the same surreal situation I’d fallen asleep to—although this time with more cum.

Not a dream. The ethereal Wizard Daddy is real, and he has a mouth full of werewolf cock, cum dripping down his chin. There’s a sweet aroma to the air that, somehow, I know came from the sheen of slickness coating the werewolf’s bright red cock. And at its base lies something that makes my pussy clench. He has a fucking knot. I’d recognize it anywhere, although I’ve only read about them in romance novels.