Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 202 - 200: I want you naked.

Athena’s lips curved into a sly smile. "And I love your thick, long legs too."

His eyes widened, and he grinned, a mischievous glint in them. "Wait... do you mean literal legs? Because I have three, remember. And I bet the one in the middle is so thick... it’ll leave you choking."

Athena gasped loudly, smacking his shoulders with mock fury. "Shut up!"

Azrael chuckled, leaning just a little closer, his hands still on her thighs, water rippling around them. "Oh, come on... you like it."

"I do not!" she protested, though the flush creeping up her neck betrayed her.

"Sure you do," he teased, and rest his head on her bare thigh.

They stayed like that for a while, with his hands moving absently, toying with her panties.

He glanced up. "You’re not wearing net panties today. Why?"

Athena laughed shyly, her fingers sliding into his hair."Because I want to swim."

Azrael’s lips curved slowly, his gaze dropping to her hips before lifting back to her face. "Mm," he said, dragging the sound out. "That’s a shame."

Athena arched a brow. "What is?"

"The net panties," he replied smoothly. "They suit you. Make it very hard for a man to behave."

Her cheeks warmed. "You behave just fine."

He chuckled, and lean closer. " Do I?" He asked. "That net panties are dangerous and I can’t think straight when you wear it, just like now."

"That’s your problem," she said, trying, and failing, to sound stern.

"My problem," he agreed, eyes dancing, "is that without them, I have to imagine instead."Azrael’s smile widened, clearly enjoying himself.

Athena finally spoke. "But it would cling to my body," she said, tilting her head slightly, pretending calm even as her pulse betrayed her. "And it would expose me."

His brows lifted, interest sharpening. "Expose you?" he echoed, voice amused. "I’m listening."

She leaned forward just enough for him to notice, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret.

"You don’t want another man seeing what’s yours... right?"

For a heartbeat, Azrael said nothing.

Then his teasing grin slowed, turned into something warmer. He straightened just a little, eyes darkening as they searched her face.

"Yours," he repeated quietly.

His hands tightened on her thigh possessively. "You say that like you’re testing me."

"Am I?" she asked, a small smile playing on her lips.

Azrael laughed softly, shaking his head. "Careful, Athena. You’re the one teasing now."

"And no," he said voice low and certain, "I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine."

Athena smiled, the corner of her lips lifting first before the rest followed. "That’s why I didn’t wear it."

Azrael’s eyes flickered with interest, mischief lighting his expression. He shifted closer, lowering his voice. "But I’m the only one here, right?" he said, glancing around exaggeratedly at the empty water. "You can wear it now. I want to see it, especially when you get soaked."

Her breath caught. "Azrael..."

She swatted his shoulder, and immediately hid her face in her hands, embarrassed laughter slipping through her fingers.

"That’s not going to save you," Azrael said.

Her eyes widened as she lowered her hands. "You mean now? I should wear it now?"

He nodded once. "Yes."

Athena looked at him after dropping her hand down from her face, then down at her fingers shyly. "Okay..."

Azrael smiled. "Good."

She stood up from the edge, turning away from him, and suddenly water splashed against her back. "Nice booty you’ve got there," he added shamelessly.

Athena giggled, flashing him a middle finger over her shoulder as she hurried back into the apartment.

He only laughed louder, calling after her, teasing her all the way until the door closed behind her.

A few minutes later, she stepped back outside.

Azrael had his back to her.

The soft sound of movement made him turn, and he froze.

His eyes traveled slowly from her face, down her neck, then lower, and they lingered on her chest, where the blue net bra barely did its job, leaving nothing for the imagination.

His breath stilled as he took her in, his jaw tightening as he muttered a low curse under his breath.

His gaze continued downward, unapologetic, over her waist, her hips, to where the matching net panties clung to her curves. From where he stood, he could already tell they barely covered her.

Athena felt the way his eyes stripped her bare without touching. The way the teasing confidence she’d walked out with melted under his attention.

Her fingers curling at her sides as heat rushed to her cheeks and her heart began to pound.

She felt small under his gaze and intensely seen.

"Come here," Azrael commanded.

Her heart raced. But she obeyed, walking slowly toward him, stepping back into the water until she stood right in front of him. Before she could speak, his hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer until her chest brushed his.

Her breath caught.

Azrael leaned in slightly as his voice dropped into toe curling whisper. "You look beautiful, but I think you’ll look more gorgeous if you’re wet."

With that, he scooped up handfuls of water and poured them right over her chest, again and again, until she was completely soaked. All the while, he maintained that heart-racing eye contact with her.

Athena felt hot despite being in the water. Her chest heaved, and when his eyes dropped to her lips, she bit them instinctively, then back down to her wet bra, which now left nothing to the imagination.

He could see her clearly, and the urge to remove the bra hit him like a lightening.

His jaw clenched as he swallowed. "Will...will I be doing too much if I say I want you naked?"

Athena’s breath hitched, her heart thundering in her chest so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

Without breaking the heated gaze, he leaned in and kissed her, murmuring against her lips, "Should I?"

Athena shut her eyes, her entire body vibrating as a shiver ran down her spine. She nodded in full approval.