(Warning: Mature Content Ahead!)
Celeste's POV
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Four men.
One bed.
One dark room that seemed to be closing in on us.
And one me.
The second my ass met the bed behind me, Azrael was already upon me. He grabbed my jaw, leaning down until his warm breath hit my face.
"I warned you." He murmured before kissing me, claiming, wet and nerve-wracking.
My hands rested beside me, eyes closing and head flinging back as the kiss drew on into something dangerous. He placed himself between my legs, a knee resting too close to my entrance.
Thunder split the sky outside as the presence of the others filled the room.
Luther's musk. Silas's cologne. Atlas's magic.
None of them tried fighting to take me first. I felt them watching Azrael, my senses sharp enough to even pick up the shift in their breathing.
Slowly, my hands rose, clawing at Azrael's shoulders like it was life support. "Mmhm..."
