Bloodbound to the Witch Heir: Claimed By Four

(Warning: Mature Content Ahead.)

Celeste’s POV

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Getting bitten wasn’t a new thing when it came to intimacy. But I sure as heck can’t recall having literal fangs sinking into my neck.

Ever.

My head bobbed to the side, a shuddering moan leaving me as Azrael’s fangs sank deeper. One hand remained on my waist while the other stayed on my stomach.

Slowly, he lifted his hand to my chest. His fingers found my breasts, kneading them vigorously while the pain of the bite bled into something different. Something softer.

"F–Fuck," I gripped his coat for dear life, legs wrapping around him. "D–Don’t stop—argh."

He groaned, grip on my boobs tightening.

His rubs became drawn out. Then his fingers slid past my blouse, cupping one of my breasts like he’s been dying to touch it.

My legs trembled around him, heat and wetness pooling between them. I flung my head back, each breath a silent plea for more.

I bit back my moans at some point, remembering we weren’t alone in this mansion. That’s until Azrael pulled away from my neck, straightening over me with a dark curve on his lips.

"That’s enough," he licked off the red trail down his lips. "Any more and I can’t promise if I’ll... be able to..."

The words came out breathless as my knee pressed hard against his bulge. I bit my bottom lip, eyes fleeting from his head to the little monster throbbing under his pants.

"We don’t have all night..." I muttered, my chin raising daringly. "Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?"

That did the trick.

He got off the bed, those red orbs never leaving me as he took off his coat. Next came the black singlet underneath. By the time he was bare-chested, I was already restless.

I didn’t know when I stretched out a foot, dragging it lazily up his lap. When I got to his bulge, my thighs squeezed, thoughts of him filling me messing with my thinking.

"That’s," he grabbed my ankle, head tilting, "a dangerous game you’re playing."

He pulled at my foot, making me get on my knees on the bed. Then he made a signal for me to crawl to him. Once I did, he grabbed my hand, bringing it to his length.

"Pull it out."

I didn’t need to be told twice.

Unable to control my excitement, I unbuckled his belt, flinging it aside. Then I unzipped his pants, eyes lifting to meet him as I did.

When I got a hold of his cock, my throat closed up. All I managed was to swallow down some spit, my gaze taking in every vein.

He grabbed my chin. Tender. Careful like I could break. "What do you want, little miss?"

The slight sting on my neck was negligible now. I parted my hair, head lowering to the musk emanating from his length. I took one, unhurried whiff.

Then I brought my mouth to it, watching the way he squirmed once my lips wrapped around his cap. I rolled my tongue around, getting his taste in.

Gradually, I took in all of him, my eyes watering once all that was left were his balls. He hit the back of my throat, keeping his fingers on my chin.

I pulled him out, heaving for breath. Then I took him in again. Each back and forth movement as I sucked him drew out a barely contained sound from him.

He brought down his pants and underwear to his knees, fingers threading through my hair. His waist bucked, going back and forth.

Grunts, raspy moans and the sound of me gagging on his dick filled the room. His fingers locked harder on the back of my head, breath breaking.

"Bloody hell, Celeste," he mumbled.

Just when my throat felt sore, he pulled out, his length slapping my face. He didn’t say anything, kicking out of his pants completely. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Before I could create a complete thought, he was on top of me. His hands found my blouse, helping me take it off. Once they were off, he lowered his lips to my nipples.

I shivered, fingers gripping his shoulders. "F–Fuck..."

He shoved me down slowly until I had my back against the bed. As he sucked on my nipples, tracing his tongue around each of them, his hand slid down my pants.

He grabbed my underwear, fingers slipping past it as well. The moment he found my dripping entrance, I jolted like I’d been zapped by lightning.

His touch made my body burn for more.

"Azrael," I stuttered, trying to raise my head enough to look at him. "Azrael, I—I want—"

His other hand went to my mouth, shutting it. He lowered himself until he got between my legs, both hands gripping either leg.

"Your turn," he whispered, taking off my pants while all I could do was comply. And wait.

I lay on the bed, eyes on the ceiling. He dragged off my panties next, the cool surface of his bladed fangs grazing my folds.

It was torture not being able to do anything. I knew what was coming. I expected it.

Yet when it finally came, I couldn’t hold back the whimper that broke past my mouth. "A–Azrael," his warm mouth kissed my folds, brushing against them slowly. "Azrael, please. Just... just do it..."

"Please?" He repeated, voice low and dangerous. "I like that. You. Begging."

His palms spread out my thighs wider, his warm breath kissing the skin around my entrance. A sinful chuckle reverberated from him.

"Except you don’t have to beg, little miss. Ever."

My fingers curled into the bed sheets, toes shaking as well. Then—his tongue flicked into me. My breath clogged in my throat, my back arching as he shoved in more of his face.

"Mmph... Azrael, fuck. You’re going to make me scream."

"Then scream, little miss," the words came out muffled, his tongue still deep in me. "I’m not stopping for anything. Not even for the gods."

I couldn’t protest, my hands raking through his hair as he sucked harder.