Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 154 - 152: I’m all yours baby.

His mouth moved against hers with slow, devastating intent at first, before the hunger surged again and the kiss turned reckless. His lips slanted over hers, fitting perfectly, like they had been shaped for this exact moment. Athena’s breath shattered between them as his mouth claimed hers completely, stealing every thought from her mind.

She answered without thinking. Her lips parted instinctively, a soft, broken sound leaving her throat as she leaned into him, and Azrael felt it like a strike of lightning.

His tongue found his way into her mouth. Claiming her. And Athena moaned into his mouth.

Then he deepened the kiss. He used his tongue to traced every corner of her mouth.

Athena felt a heat in her lower belly, before spreading freely.

Their mouths moved together in wild, consuming rhythm.

Azrael groaned low in his chest, the sound vibrating straight into her. His hand tightened at her back, pulling her closer until she could feel the tension in him.

Azrael released her lips to breathe, or they might end up dying.

Azrael lifted Athena before she could think and sank onto the couch, with her straddling him.

Her gaze locked on his, unwavering, like he was the only thing that made sense in the world. Slowly, she slid her hand down his chest, biting her lips, her eyes never leaving his.

Azrael’s body lit up instantly. He moved with barely controlled hunger, unbuttoned her jacket and letting it slide off her shoulders. Athena’s heart raced in her chest as she let him take control.

She wanted him with a depth that made her almost reckless, so desperate that even if he hesitated, she would literally beg him.

She doesn’t care if it was the mate bond doing this, she wanted him and that was it.

His hands roamed over her body, then he peeled her top away, leaving her in nothing but a white net bra. His gaze hungrily roamed the swell of her breasts, the pink areola just barely hidden beneath the fabric.

His fingers gripped her waist tighter, pulling her flush against him, and he threw his head back with a low groan.

"Fuck, Athena... you’re so beautiful," he whispered, voice thick with desire.

Athena smiled, biting her lip. Slowly, she unbuckled her bra and let it fall, the fabric dropped free and her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement.

Azrael’s eyes darkened instantly, drinking her in.

His eyes drifted from her neck, down to her collar bone, then slowly to her big round boobs. The sensitivity pink hard nipples staring straight at him.

Without warning, he buried his face in her neck.

Athena gasped, a soft, breathy sound escaping as her hands curled into him, pulling him closer.

His lips moved slowly, licking along her neck, teasing and sucking, igniting every nerve in her body. Her blood seemed to run hot, each stroke of his tongue setting her pulse racing.

She moaned softly as his hands found her back side, gripping firmly, pulling her impossibly closer as he continued to claim her neck.

Then, suddenly, a sharp, electric pulse shot through her, and she felt Azrael’s body tense violently beneath her. She instinctively pulled back slightly, and froze.

His eyes was deep red, flickering in rapid into. Red, then blue. Red, then blue.

Athena’s gaze drifted down to his lips, and there she saw his fangs. She had almost forgotten he had those. It had elongated, glinting just at the edge of his mouth, mesmerizing in their perfection.

She couldn’t look away. Her hand rose unconsciously to touch his face, and Azrael shut his eyes, a deep, guttural moan vibrating in his chest.

Her touch was both intoxicating and dangerous, a strange mix of healing and poison that made him ache in ways he had no words for. And God, he would take it all, gladly.

"Can I... touch it?" Athena whispered, eyes fixed on his fangs, then back to his eyes. He nodded slowly, giving her permission.

Her fingers brushed against the tip of his fang. He drew in a sharp breath, his lips parting slightly, giving her more access. The simple touch made him groan, the sensation coursing through him, at first intoxicating, then maddening, like a sweet itch he couldn’t resist.

Athena noticed the change in him. "What’s wrong?" she asked softly, heart pounding.

He threw his head back, groaning, voice ragged with hunger. "Fuck it... I want to mark you."

"Mark me?" she asked, eyes wide as she took in his gaze, then his fangs.

Was he going to dip that into her skin?

Despite the slight fear in her, her lips curved into a smile. How could she possibly refuse her beautiful mate? The pain didn’t matter. All that existed was him, her mate, and she would give herself to him without hesitation.

"Go on... I’m all yours, baby," she teased softly, her voice like molten silk.

He froze at her boldness for a heartbeat, then a wild smile spread across his face despite the itchiness in his gums. He buried his face in her neck, his tongue traced along the delicate skin between her pulse points, drawing soft, shivering gasps from her.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, his voice low, sexy, and utterly intoxicating.

Athena shivered at the sound, her body thrumming in response. Without hesitation, she nodded.

That was all he needed. His fangs sank into her neck, and she gasped sharply as a flash of pain shot through her. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her breath caught in a delicious mix of pain and longing. The sting was sharp, intimate, and unbearably right.

He lingered for only a heartbeat before licking away the blood, soothing the wound with delicate care, that made Athena’s hips grind against him as a soft moans escaped her lips.

His hands held her waist firmly, his chest vibrating with deep groans of need.

When he finally pulled back, the mark on her neck had already healed. A faint blue rune glowed softly against her skin, a permanent sign of their bond.

Azrael’s gaze locked with hers, dark and possessive. "Mine," he said.

Athena met his eyes with equal intensity, her own voice unwavering. "Mine."

The moment the word mine left her lips, Azrael felt like the world was at his feet. He moved with the urgency of a starving man and crushed his lips against hers.