(Warning: Mature Content Ahead!)

Celeste’s POV

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Four men.

One bed.

One dark room that seemed to be closing in on us.

And one me.

The second my ass met the bed behind me, Azrael was already upon me. He grabbed my jaw, leaning down until his warm breath hit my face.

"I warned you." He murmured before kissing me, claiming, wet and nerve-wracking.

My hands rested beside me, eyes closing and head flinging back as the kiss drew on into something dangerous. He placed himself between my legs, a knee resting too close to my entrance.

Thunder split the sky outside as the presence of the others filled the room.

Luther’s musk. Silas’s cologne. Atlas’s magic.

None of them tried fighting to take me first. I felt them watching Azrael, my senses sharp enough to even pick up the shift in their breathing.

Slowly, my hands rose, clawing at Azrael’s shoulders like it was life support. "Mmhm..."

He didn’t stop, instead breaking the kiss and placing his hungry lips on my neck. I shuddered at the contact, almost falling back on the bed as he sucked.

My eyes fluttered open just in time to see Luther moving next, the imprint of his hardened cock bulging through his shorts.

Silas and Atlas still stood behind Azrael, as if they both didn’t know what to do.

"C–Come," I whispered, the word burning with desire. "All of you. I–I need all of you—argh, Azrael."

Both men glanced at themselves while Luther already crawled onto the bed from behind me. He positioned himself well enough to press his crotch on my back.

His hands travelled unhurriedly, roaming from my back and then to my boobs. He pressed, not too hard but well enough to make it aggravatingly good.

When another breathless moan broke past my lips, it acted like a signal to Silas and Atlas.

The former worked his jaw in the dark, unbuttoning his shirt as he took steady steps forward. All Atlas had to do, however, was flick his wrist; his clothes dissipated, leaving only his underwear.

Despite Luther and Azrael’s touch and kisses leaving me wrecked and disoriented, I still had enough focus to admire the beauty before me.

I’d had wet dreams where I saw Atlas’ naked form. Or—more accurately—I imagined his naked form.

Because everything about the man before me made those dreams pale in comparison.

His muscles were toned to near perfection, slim and athletic. Even in the darkness, his chocolate skin glistened, and lightning flashed highlighting edges that I could spend hours tracing my tongue on.

Meanwhile, Silas shirt pooled on the floor below him, alongside his pants a second later. The detail of the crescent moon tattoo on his chest stood out like a firefly in the dark.

Keeping eye contact with the Beta, I gently pushed Azrael back until his mouth left my neck. "Wait."

He backed up a couple of steps, glasses shifting on his nose.

My eyes slid past each of their faces as I found the zipper of my dress. A lightning flash illuminated the room as the straps fell off my shoulders.

Azrael’s expression twisted, his fingers shaking. Luther’s hands moved away from my chest, firm on my waist instead.

As I knelt on the bed, stepping out of the dress, I subconsciously held my breasts. No bra. No clothing save for my silk underwear already soaked with need.

"Fuck..." Luther rasped behind me, a guttural sound edged with his voice.

The last hints of restraint in the room died faster than fire under a storm.

Atlas’s thumbs clung to the edge of his red underwear, taking it off with one fluid movement. His throbbing dark cock was basically begging for the warmth of my mouth.

Or maybe I was aching for him.

He got in front of me while Luther’s hand rested on my back. Gradually, he made me rest on my elbows, my chest pressed against the soft cotton bed cloth.

They worked almost in sync—Atlas grabbing my chin and guiding my mouth to his cock like he could read my mind. Silas crawled onto the bed next, sliding his hands to my breasts. Azrael was taking off his robe with deliberate precision.

And Luther? He spread my legs wide, tugging at my underwear.

"Gods, your scent." He groaned behind me, his length grinding on my ass crack. "I could bathe in it all night. I missed this so fucking much."

I would’ve said something in return.

But I couldn’t.

Not when my mouth was too busy tasting Atlas’ nine-inch manliness, from the pre cum dripping head to the musky shaft. He guided me by the chin, moving me back and forth as I took in his dick.

"Spirits, help me." He murmured, while my eyes lifted to see him throwing his head back. His other hand rested on his waist, clutching tight like he could crumble apart.

Under the same breath, I watched Azrael finally peel off his black trunks.

The sight of what he had packed made my eyes bulge, wetness blurring the edges.

He was huge. And pink. And so freaking veiny. Also, unlike the rest, he left his dick hairy, letting his musk overflow into my nostrils.

Now all he had left were those sunglasses. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

No one else paid much attention to him.

Except me.

Our bond was alight with his hesitation. His restraint. Dare I say... His fear too.

Carefully, he pinched the edge of the sunglasses. Then—he took them off, his coal red eyes immediately glowing in the dark.

Without hesitating, he closed his eyes, throwing his head away from the rest of us.

That made me shift away from Atlas’s dick before muttering. "It’s okay, Azrael..."

His lashes fluttered, giving way to those mesmerising eyes again.

I smiled, my tone reassuring. "You’re okay. We’re okay. I promise."

After standing still for a few seconds, he stepped forward again, standing beside Atlas. They gave each other a brief look. Then his hand brushed through my hair, keeping my head in place.

I brought my gaze to his dick, not waiting for any flowery words before I took it into my mouth. Slow. Almost reverently, gagging when it hit the back of my throat.

It was at that moment—with all of them naked around me—that I realised this was the point of no return Azrael mentioned earlier.

And we were already so deep in it that all we could do now was follow it. Burn together.