“Vaan,” he cursed, his voice dark and raw, when I tugged impatiently. The threat of his rage seemed to have passed. While he still hadn’t quite lost the tightness around his eyes, his muscles weren’t straining to rip his vest open anymore. “I never quite knew how you would react to it.”

His words held a raw edge. The lore, he meant.

A drip of arousal trailed down my thigh. I could feel the slide of it like a touch, and I moaned in the darkened, empty hallway, the music in the ballroom faint. I could smell him beneath that cinnamon scent of the lore. Gods, I could feel the heat of his cock, just below the material of his pants, and I needed him. I needed him so desperately. I didn’t care about his brothers. I didn’t care about the ball. Nothing else mattered right now except getting that heat into my hands and into my body, however I could.

I didn’t know if it was safe for his rage or not, stoking up his pleasure like this when he was on the cusp. But I didn’t care. I could handle it. I’d handled the aftermath of his rage before, and we were well away from gossips and onlookers.

It was incredibly silent in the halls of the keep. I managed to get the clasps undone, making his waistband loosen, the dagger sheathed at his hip sag.

“Gemma,” he gritted, his voice guttural, the pipe hanging loose between his fingertips, watching me with a heated expression that nearly made me climax on the spot. His cock sprung from his trews. All thickened, veined heat, the scent of him mingling with the lore, making my mouth water and my nipples scrape against the light material of my dress. There was metal sewn just over my nipples, and I wiggled, trying to find the stimulation I so desperately needed.

Azur groaned when I dropped to my knees before him, his eyes narrowing when he allowed me to push him back against the hallway. His head turned, briefly, toward the doors to the main entrance. They were closed. The guards were on the opposite side of it. We were alone. That didn’t mean someone couldn’t walk in at any moment—a keeper. Zaale. Kalia. Or his brothers.

Even that didn’t stop me. With frantic, grasping hands, I tugged on his cock, making him hiss in pleasure.

A harsh cry left his throat when I wrapped my lips around his slick tip, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked.

“Fuck,” he growled. The burn of the lore laced through my veins, as potent as the venom from his fangs. “Gemma!”

I couldn’t get enough of him.

Chapter 39

Azur

My head fell back against the stone hallway wall, exposing my throat. The waistband of my pants had fallen around my lower hips, and my wife was sucking on my cock like her life depended on it, wild with need and lust as she moaned around me.

“Gemma,” I groaned, looking down at her, needing to see her.

Her cheeks hollowed, as if determined to suck out my very soul from my cock head, and my claws scraped into the stone behind me. The smoke was muddling my brain, mercifully dulling the worst of the rage at my brother’s words. But the dulling only made this sensation all the more intense, the pleasure rising and spreading, thickening my seal and wetting her lapping tongue with the beginnings of my come.

“Raazos’s blood,” I cursed softly, gritting my teeth as she released my cock with a wet pop, catching her breath. Her enthusiasm masked any inexperience. I knew she’d never pleasured a male like this, but fuck if I didn’t get jealous regardless because her mouth felt too good. “Yes, wife. Suck me just like that. Aahh, perfect,” I groaned when her head lowered again.

Unconsciously, I took a drag of my lore, watching her with a half-lidded gaze through the thickened plume of smoke. She moaned helplessly when it reached her nostrils, and I hissed, stilling, nearly coming on her tongue when I felt the sudden scrape of her dull little teeth. Just a tease. Just enough to make me tighten and tense.

Her mouth was stretched wide over my cock. She could only get the first few inches in, but I knew her cunt could take all of me.

When she pulled back, I bellowed when her tongue traced a line down to my seal, the knot at the base of my shaft, and her hot, eager breath made me throb, right before she suckled on the tender swells.

My hips bucked, fangs pricking my bottom lip.

Distantly, I heard noise coming from the core of the keep, a door opening and closing. Footsteps coming our way, likely a keeper on his way to the kitchens to restock the ballroom tables.

Gemma didn’t even seem to notice. She might’ve been too far gone, the haze of lore making her blood pound and rush in her ears, but I knew that she wouldn’t appreciate getting caught sucking me off in the hallway of our keep, especially when clarity and reality returned.

Even if the idea did make my seal pulse with anticipation.

Before she could get those pretty lips anywhere near my cock head again, I lifted her up from the ground, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I turned off the pipe and shoved it into my pocket, holding my pants up long enough to find an empty room, as she kissed and sucked on my neck.

The nearest one was a storage room, just down the hallway, very near to the stairs that led up to the upper levels. I shoved us both inside and shut the door. It was filled with steel crates, and I flipped her until she was bent forward over one, rough exhales leaving my nostrils as she spread her legs wide, her cheek pressed into the metal.

“Get your dress up,” I ordered, not recognizing my own voice. Gemma gasped and squirmed, wiggling the red material up her thighs and gathering it over her hips. Her lush backside was presented to me, and I ran a hand down her spine before squeezing the swells of her ass with a possessive grip.

Her inner thighs were shimmering with her arousal. Thick and clear, and I couldn’t resist crouching for a brief moment, burying my face in that cunt, inhaling deep.

Gemma cried out, the backs of her thighs beginning to tremble.

“Azur, please! Gods, please, I need it so much,” she babbled. “I need you so much, it hurts!”

“I told you I’d take care of you,” I rumbled, licking her thighs clean before laving her clit, teasing her and making her thrash. “I always take care of you, don’t I?”

“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes.”

I rose quickly, savoring the taste of her on my tongue as I gripped my cock, angling myself toward her cunt.

When I thrust inside her, her back arched and her jaw dropped in a silent scream. It didn’t take her long. She immediately came on my cock, and I hissed, grabbing her hips and using them as leverage to fuck her deep, my thrusts hard and rough.

“Yes yes yes yes yes,” she chanted, her cunt squeezing around me so tightly I thought she’d tear my cock right off. I could come at any moment. I wanted to let go. The lore was making the pleasure come easier. Gemma was making the pleasure come easier. And even though I had to deal with Kaldur, I would savor this with my wife first.

My climax came fast and I groaned as I emptied my seed into her clenching, hot, greedy little cunt. I fucked her with quick strokes, not deep enough to seat my seal inside her. We didn’t have the time for that, no matter how much my thighs quivered, and I nearly gave in to the impulse to shove myself deep.

So fucking good, I thought in disbelief, shaken by the ferocity and intensity of the orgasm and how swiftly she’d wrung it from me.

Gemma’s breaths were ragged as she came down. Gasping little pants, but when I caught sight of her burning cheeks and her furrowed brows, I frowned.