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Ark pistoned his hips, fucking Maia so fast that she could do nothing but hold onto his strong shoulders and pant for breath. It felt so fucking good, and his deep, growling moans only drove her higher, made her body hotter and clit harder.
"This is what you get for teasing me," Ark growled, a wholly fae sound that made Maia's fine hairs stand on end. He dug his fingers into her ass, slamming her into the wall with every crash of their bodies together, each thrust dragging a strangled cry from her throat. She had no reply, could only focus on the feeling of his cock hitting every magical spot inside her over and over again, without mercy or hesitation.
She choked out a sound that could have been his name, could have been a curse, and drenched his cock as she came hard, her whole body jerking between Ark and the wall. Pleasure wrung her out completely.
Ark bared his teeth and roared when he came, burying as deep inside her as possible, panting for breath as his climax seemed to last forever.
"We need to get more fallow root," Azrail commented in the silence of Maia and Ark's panting breaths.
Maia made a weak sound of agreement. The root prevented pregnancy when steeped in tea; she'd brought a nice little store of it from Evrille's inventory at the compound, but they were dangerously low. Maia wasn't against the idea of children, but when her aunt was out there planning fuck knows what and dark saints were invading their world? Not a good idea.
"Look at you, sweetheart," Azrail said with a soft look when Ark withdrew and set her feet on the floor, liquids rolling down her inner thigh. "Our messy girl."
Our. Oh, that world was going to absolutely destroy her.
"Clean me up, then," she replied, breathy, with a limp flap of her hand.
"My absolute pleasure," Azrail replied, sketching a bow.
"Ugh, no more pleasure," Maia groaned, slumping against the wall and watching Ark sink onto the bed and run his hands through his gold hair, attempting to make it look like theyhadn'tjust had obsessive, animalistic sex.
Az snorted and dipped a cloth in the bowl of water on the dresser opposite the bed.
"The water's cold, so sorry in advance," he said with a grin as he sank to his knees in front of her.
Maia throbbed at the sight, bewildered how her pussy could be eager for more. If she had them again, she wouldn't be able to breathe, let alone walk.
Azrail laughed softly when he swiped the cloth over her and Maia inhaled sharply. "Still sensitive, Mai?"
"Mm," she agreed, although nowhere near as badly as before. She didn't know what the chasmthathad been—a saint thing or a mate thing. It had made things way too intense in the best kind of way.
Azrail ran the cold cloth down her thighs, cleaning her up in an attentive, devoted way that made her face even hotter. She'd had him this close to her pussy before, but he was usually ... occupied. Not staring at her as if she was a painting worthy of an audience.
"I can see you throbbing," he remarked casually, finishing cleaning her. He kissed the inside of her thigh, lingering. "And I hate to leave my mate unsatisfied, but we'll have to finish this later."
Maia groaned. "I'm very, very satisfied. Ignore my pussy; she's a whore."
Azrail laughed, leaning forward to kiss the spot directly above her clit, and Maia shot him a betrayed look as it set off another round of deep, aching throbs.
Her mate just stood and pointed to the clothes at the end of the bed. Ark was already dressed, but watching them like a hawk, promise so close to a threat in those hazel eyes she loved so much.
"No more," Maia warned him, narrowing her eyes as she pulled on underwear and then dressed in thick leggings and a long tunic.
Ark held up his hands, but it was less innocent when she knew what those fingers could do.
Isak, she reminded herself. Saints' circle. Whatever the hell was leaking out of it.Vawn—that was what played on a loop in her mind. Even when she was busy, it thumped in the background like a toothache she could never soothe.
Vawn, Vawn, Vawn.
She knew she wasn't dealing with her guilt well, but at least she hadn't drunk herself into a stupor yet. Hunting down a dangerous island and fucking her problems away wasmuchmore mature if you asked Maia.
Besides, maybe they could find any beastkind survivors who'd been kidnapped. Maybe not all of them had been twisted into monsters. The idea of Jaro suffering that fate made rage burn like a sun behind her ribs, casting unforgiving light on the glade of her soul, and shored up her resolve.
Maia fastened her boots and turned towards the table for a hairbrush she'd forgotten to pack. Honestly, there was always something, wasn't there?
"Turn around," Ark ordered gently, and Maia took the strip of fabric from the dresser and handed it back to him as he rose from the bed, unable to keep the smile off her face as he gathered her hair and began to plait it.
She'd been royalty her whole life, but in times like this she really felt like a princess.
