I chuckled. “It was an odd movie. Mainly, I'm wondering how those damn birds survived the rapids in a shoebox.”
“Exactly!” Odin said. “Birds are fragile, and that box was not waterproof.”
“I'm taking Lesya to bed,” Kirill said after I finished her braid. “Movie vas too vague; zat's all I have to say about it.”
I leaned in to kiss Lesya's forehead before Kirill carried her up to her bedroom.
“I'll walk with you,” Trevor offered. “I'm turning in before I start overthinking Bird Box.”
My other husbands looked at each other hopefully. If Trevor wasn't staying, it meant that he was giving up his bed-rights for the night. The other men were on a rotation for times like this.
“You were next, Azrael,” Odin reminded the Angel.
Azrael grinned as if he'd won the lottery. I just shook my head as I went to the bathroom to freshen up. Judging from Azrael's look, my night was only getting started. Sure enough, when I got back to bed, I found it empty of everyone except Az; who was completely naked and posing like a Playgirl model.
Midnight wings made a beautiful backdrop for Azrael's sleek, muscled body. He had one arm bent behind his head and one knee bent up to show off his delicious body. I started to shed my clothing as I headed to bed.
Azrael's sleeping shaft stirred to life as I stripped. By the time I reached the bed, it was pointing straight at me like a compass toward North, and Azrael's blue eyes had turned into diamonds. He let out a low sigh as I crawled up the bed to him and then lowered his leg so I could settle atop him. His wings shivered; a living, feather blanket beneath us. I leaned over him and buried my face in his wings to breathe their scent in deeply. Sunshine on cedar. I loved the scent of Azrael's wings nearly as much as I loved the vanilla orchid smell of his body. The soft cedar scent added depth and masculinity to his sweet skin.
As I straightened, Azrael's hands slid up my flanks and crept forward to cup my breasts. His thumbs rubbed circles over my nipples until my thighs clenched around his waist and my breath started pumping in a fast rhythm I wanted to mimic with my hips.
“Should I put away my wings?” Azrael asked.
“No,” I said immediately. “Keep them out. I want to see them spread above me later.”
“Later?”
“Right now, I want to ride you, Angel,” I purred as I reached between us and angled myself onto his shaft.
We both groaned as his flesh united with mine. Tingles spread out from where we were joined, and I reveled in them a moment before I began to move. Barely lifting my hips, I ground more than rode him, but Azrael didn't mind. His eyes started to glow and sparkle as I rolled my sex against his. His hands shifted to my hips and pressed me harder against his pelvis as I leaned over his chest and covered his mouth with mine.
Slick tongues twisting and lips moving savagely against each other; our kiss was the spark that set our passion's kindling aflame. I groaned and picked up my pace. But Az would have none of that. He pulled out of me and dragged me up his body by my hips as he simultaneously slid down the bed and between my thighs. I pressed my hands against the glass window behind our bed. A lush, jungle-like growth of plants filled the view, blocking the rest of the butterfly garden, but I wasn't appreciating the exotic flora at the moment. Instead, I leaned my cheek against the cool surface as I enjoyed the heat of my husband's tongue lapping eagerly at my sex.
Within a few minutes, I was shivering and shouting through my orgasm as Azrael pulled me more firmly against his mouth. But then suddenly, he slipped out from beneath me and got to his knees behind me. His shaft glided into me and his body pressed mine against the glass. I cried out as Az spread my legs wider and then grabbed my hands to hold them firmly over my head on the window. He slammed into me but kept his torso tightly against mine; pinning me to the glass.
“I learned something from my classmates,” Azrael whispered in my ear.
“Something naughty?” I glanced back at him hopefully.
“Oh, yes.” His smile matched his wicked tone. “They call it the Halo Effect.”
“Halo?”
“As in our angelic halos; the powerful light all Angels can exude. I use mine to give compassion when needed,” he explained. “But I heard that I can also use it to give pleasure; extreme amounts of pleasure. Shall we test the rumor?”
“Yes, please.”
Azrael eased out of my body and turned me to face him. He knelt, sitting back on his heels, and I straddled him with my back leaning against the window. The pillows had been pushed out of the way and it felt as if I were on display even though no one could see us. In my head, a window meant visible. A naughty surge of excitement filled me without the embarrassment of actually being seen. Then Azrael slammed up into me, and I felt even more naughty.
Az bracketed my face with his hands and kissed me until I could feel it in my toes. I gripped his shoulders tightly as his hips started an easy rhythm. The scent of orchids and sex hit my nose and the sweet taste of him tingled in my mouth as the sounds of our merging flesh smacked wetly around us.
Then Azrael began to glow.
A white haze drifted out from his body and seeped into my skin. My limbs went liquid for a moment, hanging loosely as my mind blazed with desire. Then it erupted inside me—an explosion of rapture—and I screamed from the onslaught of aching, tingling lust as my body worked without thought;
