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Aknock on the door startled Maia from a drowsy half-sleep and she groaned, burrowing deeper in Ark's chest. "Tell them to fuck off."
Azrail snorted, ruffling her hair, and ignored her throaty sound of complaint when he climbed out of bed, taking his hot body away from where it had been flush to her back.
"Bryon?" Azrail asked after he'd cleaned up and slung on his trousers, opening the door.
"There's someone downstairs for you," Bryon grunted, and Maia turned her head to narrow her eyes at the bastard soldier, rightly assuming his stare was travelling over her and Ark. She gave him a sweet little smile full of so much bullshit and watched his expression flatten. "It's the little shit from yesterday," he added.
It took Maia a second to realise who he meant, and then she swore and shoved upright, grabbing the covers a second too late to cover herself completely.
With a pulse of unease, she watched Bryon's eyes darken to near pitch at the sight of her breasts, and she swallowed.
"Can I help you with something else?" Azrail asked, his tone deceptively friendly. "Or would you prefer to keep ogling my mate?"
Maia smirked, watching Bryon wince and turn away. His whole body was rigid with tension, as if he was ready for a fight. It served him right if Az broke his nose.
"Not yours to look at, and never will be," Maia quipped. "How long has Isak been here? Did he say what he wants?"
Bryon looked everywhere but at her, his jaw set. "Something about telling us where to find the island that's going to get us all murdered."
Maia blinked, and then looked at Azrail and Ark.
"Looks like you got through to him, my highness," Ark said, pride in his smile as he stroked up and down her bare back.
"Wait downstairs," Azrail barked at Bryon and shut the door in his face.
Maia couldn't contain her grin, crooking a finger at Azrail. He stalked to the bed, muscles pulled tight in his dark gold arms and neck, and something dark shining in his eyes.
"You don't have to be jealous, Az," she said, charmed nonetheless.
"It's instinct, not logic," he replied and kissed her so hard his teeth clacked into hers, his tongue instantly commanding her mouth.
With a groan, Maia rose onto her knees and ran her hands across his bare chest, relishing the feel of hot, silken skin under her fingers. Azrail kissed her so skilfully, she was ready for round two. Or was it three?
But he drew back with a pained groan. "We should go downstairs."
"In public?" Maia made a show of widening her eyes. "I didn't know that was your kink, but okay—"
She yelped as his fingers sank into her hair and he kissed her again, but without the rough edge of jealousy this time. Ark's fingers trailed up her bare back, making her shudder, and her pussy clenched deep inside. Where they’d both been mere minutes ago.
She dragged her lips from Azrail's with a sigh. "If we're going downstairs, we need to get out of bednow,or I'll never leave."
"Fine with me," Ark replied with a lazy smile. She loved him like this; all his shields down, his guard mode firmly off, and a lazy satisfaction in each one of his movements.
Maia leaned over his bare chest to kiss him, lingering as his tongue captured hers, his teeth scraping in a way that made her breath catch and a dangerous groan form in her throat.
Before she knew it, he'd dragged her on top of him, only the sheets separating her pussy and his hard cock.
"Maia," Azrail chided with a laugh, moving around the room and collecting their clothes. He set them on the end of the bed with a pointed look.
Maia gave him a sulky scowl and kissed Ark harder, writhing over his hardness and yelping when her guard grabbed her ass and lurched out of bed.
Maia wrapped her legs around him on instinct, shuddering when he ripped the sheet away, rested her back against the cold brick wall, and thrust into her in the same movement.
Her eyes rolled back and she bit her lip, trapping a wanton moan. Holy shit,yes.
"Really, Ark?" Azrail murmured, crossing inked arms over his chest as he watched them from a few feet away.
