Seraphina's Point of View
When we finally stumbled outside, The night air hit my skin like a slap, cool and sharp against my heated flesh. I was still dazed, my body humming with what happened inside the bar, my legs trembling beneath me.
"M-my things are still in there," I mumbled, my voice slurred, my mind still lost in the haze of pleasure.
Azriel's smirk was dark, his grip on my waist tightening as he pulled me closer, his touch sending another jolt of heat through me. "Someone will get it for you."
Before I could protest, he guided me into the backseat of a sleek black car, his hands never leaving my body. The other two men got into separate cars, their gazes burning into me as they drove off, leaving us alone in the dimly lit interior.
Azriel made me straddle him, his hands snaking around my exposed thighs, his touch sending another wave of heat through my already sensitive skin. "Move, princess," he commanded, his voice rough, his storm-blue eyes burning with promise.
And like my body was on automatic, I did.
I rocked against him, rubbing myself against the hard bulge in his trousers, my moans filling the car as his hands gripped my hips, supporting my movements. His smirk was challenging, his gaze dark, his touch possessive as he guided me, his voice a low growl in my ear.
"That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "Take what you need."
A whimper tore from my throat as I ground down against him, the friction sending sparks through my body, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His hands slid up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer, his lips crashing into mine in a kiss that was all heat and hunger.
"You belong to us, princess," he growled against my lips, his voice rough, possessive, hungry. "Say it."
The word sent a shiver down my spine, my body tightening, my pleasure coiling even tighter.
"Yours," I gasped, my voice trembling, my mind lost in the pleasure, in the heat, in them.
"Again," he demanded, his grip tightening, his voice a dark command.
"Yours," I repeated, my voice a moan, a surrender, a promise as I rocked against him, my body trembling, my pleasure building, building.
"Good girl," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, his voice a dark caress as his hands gripped my hips, guiding me, supporting me, owning me.
His lips never left mine as his hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding the damp heat of me through the flimsy fabric of my panties. A broken gasp tore from my throat, my hips jerking involuntarily against his touch. He groaned into my mouth, the sound dark, possessive, hungry.
"Fuck," he growled, his voice rough as gravel. "You're soaked, princess."
His thumb pressed down, circling my clit through the fabric, slow at first… teasing, maddening, before increasing the pressure just enough to make my breath hitch. My fingers clenched in his shirt, my nails digging into the fabric as my body arched into his touch, desperate for more.
"Azriel…" His name fell from my lips like a prayer, a plea, a surrender.
"Shh," he murmured, his lips trailing down my jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. "Just feel."
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my thighs with a slow, deliberate tug. The cool air hit my exposed skin, but I was too lost in the heat of his touch to care. His hand slid back between my thighs, his fingers finding me bare, aching, already slick with need.
"God, you're perfect," he groaned, his thumb circling my clit again, this time skin to skin. The sensation was electric, sending sparks through my entire body. My hips rocked against his hand, my breath coming in ragged gasps as his fingers explored me, learning every inch of my most intimate places.
"Please…" I begged, my voice trembling, my body trembling, my entire world narrowing down to the point where his fingers touched me.
"Patience, princess," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "I want to feel you cum on my fingers first."
His thumb pressed down harder, circling my clit with a rhythm that made my toes curl, my back arch, my body tighten with anticipation. His other fingers slid lower, teasing my entrance, dipping inside just enough to make me gasp, to make me beg.
"Azriel, please…"
"Like this?" he asked, his voice a dark purr as he finally slid a finger inside me, slow and deep, his thumb still circling my clit with relentless precision.
"Yes…" The word was a moan, a cry, a surrender as his finger curled inside me, hitting a spot that made my vision blur, my body convulse, my entire world tilt on its axis.
"Or like this?" His voice was rough, his breath hot against my ear as he added a second finger, stretching me, filling me, his thumb still working my clit with a rhythm that had me panting, whimpering, begging.
"Oh God…" My voice broke, my body tightening around his fingers, my hips rocking against his hand, my entire being focused on the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside me.
"That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, his voice a dark caress. "Cum for me, princess. Let me feel you fall apart."
And I did.
Pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave, white-hot and relentless, tearing through me with a force that left me breathless. My back arched, my body trembling as my orgasm ripped through me, my moans swallowed by Azriel's mouth as he kissed me again, deep and possessive, his fingers still working me through every shuddering wave of pleasure.
I collapsed against him, my body weak, my mind dazed, my skin slick with sweat. His fingers slid free, his touch gentle now, almost reverent as he traced lazy circles over my sensitive skin.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a dark purr, his lips brushing my forehead. "Just the first of many."
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The car glided to a stop, and for a moment, I thought I was still lost in the haze of pleasure, because nothing else could explain the sight in front of me.
What the hell?
I had expected a hotel. Some sleek, impersonal penthouse with city lights blinking beyond floor-to-ceiling windows. A place where I could pretend this was just another reckless night, another story to tell myself when the loneliness crept in.
But this?
This wasn't a hotel.
This was paradise.
A sprawling estate stretched out before me, bathed in the silver glow of moonlight. The mansion loomed… no, dominated the landscape, all sharp angles and elegant curves, like something carved from marble and shadow. Manicured gardens sprawled around it, fountains glistening under the stars, the scent of jasmine and night-blooming flowers thick in the air.
The drive had been long, winding through gates that looked like they belonged in a fairy tale, but this? This was the kind of place you only saw in dreams, or in the kind of movies where beautiful people did beautiful, terrible things.
Azriel's hand was still wrapped around mine, his grip firm, possessive. He didn't give me time to gawk. He pulled me forward, his storm-blue eyes gleaming with something dark and hungry as he watched my reaction.
"Welcome home, princess," he murmured, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down my spine.
Home?
Whose home?
The other two men were already there, waiting at the top of the grand staircase that led to the entrance.
Draven… cold, untouchable, his dark eyes like bottomless pits, his aura so frigid it made my skin prickle, atood with his hands in his pockets, his gaze locked on me like I was a puzzle he was already solving.
Lucian, with his piercing gray eyes and that haunting half-smile, leaned against the railing, a glass of something amber in his hand. He swirled it lazily, his gaze raking over me with an intensity that made my breath catch.
And then there was Azriel, beside me, his thumb tracing slow circles over my wrist, his touch burning through my skin.
Who the hell were these men?
The grand doors swung open before we even reached them, revealing a foyer that could've doubled as a ballroom. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light over marble floors, and the air smelled like expensive whiskey and something darker, something them.
A woman stepped forward, her warm smile a stark contrast to the cold elegance of the house. She was in her mid-forties, maybe, with kind eyes and a presence that made me exhale for the first time since I'd stepped out of the car.
"Talia," Draven said, his voice smooth, commanding. "Fresh her up. Then bring her to our room."
Talia's gaze flickered to me, assessing but not unkind. She nodded. "Of course."
Azriel's fingers tightened around mine for just a second before he let go, his touch lingering like a promise. "We'll be waiting."
Lucian's smirk deepened. "Don't keep us, princess."
And just like that, I was being led away, my pulse hammering in my throat.
The bathroom was a temple.
White marble, gold fixtures, a bathtub big enough to drown in. Talia moved efficiently, turning on the taps, the scent of lavender and something citrusy filling the air. Steam curled around us, wrapping me in warmth, in clarity.
"What was I about to do?"
The question hit me like a slap.
I stood there, staring at my reflection in the mirror… mascara smudged, lips swollen from kisses, my skin still flushed from Azriel's touch. The woman staring back at me looked like a stranger. Wild-eyed. Reckless. Alive.
Talia didn't ask questions. She didn't judge. She simply helped me out of my clothes, her touch gentle, her voice soft. "They don't bring just anyone here, you know."
My throat tightened. "Who are they?"
She hesitated, then sighed. "Men who take what they want."
A laugh bubbled up in my chest, sharp and humorless. "And what do they want with me?"
Talia's gaze met mine in the mirror, her expression unreadable. "Everything."
The water was warm, almost too hot, but I sank into it anyway, letting it wash over me, letting it sober me.
What was I about to do?
I closed my eyes, the weight of it pressing down on me… Adrian's betrayal, the doctor's words, the countdown ticking in my chest.
I exhaled, long and slow. I'm about to die anyway. The thought should've terrified me.
Instead, it set me free.
I opened my eyes, meeting my own gaze in the mirror. Better take this while I'm still alive. Better know how sex feels before the lights go out.
Talia left me alone after that, slipping out with a quiet "Take your time."
But I didn't want time.
I wanted them.
I wanted the way they looked at me, like I was something worth ruining. Like I was something worth having.
I wanted to feel alive before I was gone.
"I'm about to die anyway," I said, my voice steady, my gaze locked on the mirror. "Better take this while I'm still alive."