“Stop that,” Azrael whispered. “It's going to be all right.”
“You always say that,” I murmured into his skin.
“And it always is.” Azrael kissed me and then slid out of bed. “Come on; let's take a shower together before the rest of them wake up.”
Azrael and I headed into our bathroom, and he turned on the shower. Our tub was large enough to be considered a pool; with an extra-wide shower head set over the center of it. So, there were no curtains needed; we just walked down the tiled steps into the sunken tub and stood under the spray.
I sighed as the hot water seeped through my hair and over my skin; easing the tension from my muscles. Azrael made a similar sound, and my hands slipped around his waist and up his back to knead his shoulders. He leaned his head onto my shoulder as his hands drifted down to knead my bottom.
“I'm not tense there,” I teased him.
“No, but massaging your ass helps to relieve my tension,” Azrael murmured before he started kissing my neck. “It's a very nice ass.”
Azrael eased me out of the spray and lifted his mouth to mine. I gave up on massaging his shoulders and instead pulled him closer. With a rumble of pleasure, Azrael picked me up and carried me to the side of the tub, where a ledge formed a bench. He sat down and settled me across his lap. As I continued to kiss him, I reached out and switched the water from shower head to faucet. The drains closed, and the tub started to fill rapidly.
Azrael smiled. “There goes grabbing a fast shower before the others wake up.”
“They can always join us.” I shrugged and went back to kissing him.
His slick body rocked against mine; the hard planes of his muscles pressing into my curves in delicious ways. The scent of vanilla orchids filled my nose along with the spice of male; Az always smelled good, even when he needed a bath. I assumed it was his angel magic. Then he used another type of magic on me; easing himself inside me before he began a slow grind with his hips.
What a wonderful way to start the day.
The water started to rise around us, and I laid back in its embrace; letting it carry my weight. Az increased the tempo while I held onto his shoulders. Water splashed around us violently, but we didn't care. Making waves never bothered either of us. But then Az shifted me onto the seat and pulled out. He gave me a huge grin before taking a deep breath and sinking below the water. I laid my head back on the ledge and sighed as Azrael's talented tongue started working miracles.
And that's when Trevor walked in.
“Where's Azrael?” Trevor asked in confusion.
My eyes shot open just as Azrael's hands crept up over my breasts.
“Oh; sorry.” Trevor laughed and started to head out of the bathroom.
Azrael surfaced and shook the water from his dark hair. “You don't want to join us?”
Trevor paused and looked back as Azrael lifted me up and stood me on the seat. He turned me around and bent me over so that my hands were pressed to the floor around the sunken tub. With me standing on the ledge, I was the perfect height; at the same level as I'd be if I were on my hands and knees on the floor. Azrael slid into me from behind and took up a rapid pace.
“You know Vervain has an oral fixation; best get to satisfying it,” Azrael said.
“Holy shit, man; did you really just say that?” Trevor asked with a lopsided grin.
“Just get over here,” I growled.
Trevor shed his pants in seconds and knelt before me. I wrapped my mouth around him, and Trevor jerked with pleasure. As I began to suck him in, Trevor slid his hands around my breasts and started massaging them. Azrael lifted one of my knees onto the bathroom floor; opening me wider so he could slide in deeper. I moaned around Trevor as Azrael's hand slipped to my sweet spot and started a furious rubbing. Then the men were shouting their release as I moaned mine.
“Vhat is all ze noise about?” Kirill asked as he came into the bathroom with Odin. “Oh; okay zen.”
The men started to strip.
I slipped back into the bathwater; turning off the faucet as I went. By the time I was seated again, Kirill was there; pulling me to him with a sexy growl. Odin pressed up against me from behind, and I was surrounded by love once again.
Yeah; being Godhunter could be stressful but it also had its perks.
Chapter Twenty-One
After our bath, we ate breakfast and fed Lesya, then took her downstairs to play with Zariel—Sam and Fallon's daughter. When Lesya was settled, we headed down to the first floor. As the elevator neared the ground floor of Pride Palace, the sound of a commotion wafted up to us. I groaned and rubbed at my head. Despite my stress-relieving morning, I wasn't ready for another issue. But this commotion ended up being a welcome one.
When we stepped into the dining hall, we found three of the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse waiting for us; Samuel, Ira, and Thaddeus. They were War, Famine, and the Antichrist respectively. With them was Michael and some Intare. The four angels were reminiscing over cups of coffee while my lions listened eagerly.
“Do you remember that guy in Palestine who called Ira a girly-boy?” Ted asked Sam.
“The one Ira made eat his own shoe?” Sam countered. “Of course I do.”
“You made a guy eat a shoe?” Lucius—one of my lions—asked.
“I made him so hungry that he'd eat anything,”
