"You are Babe, you are." Azazel crushes me in a tight hug.
"Good." I smile.
Draven squeezes my hand and get even closer to us.
"My love, do you need anything else? Maybe a little bit of blood? I was not smooth today."
I sit up on Azazel, "You want it?"
"I'm parched." He says.
"I will go to the kitchen." I get up.
"No." Draven holds my wrist to stop me. "The others are up. I will go. Impale yourself on Tigers length. You need it. We all know how much you need it, you're drenched."
"Okay Draven."
Azazel is already getting himself inside me and I sigh.
"Thank goodness." I let out.
"Go on Baby. Give your Z a show. You know you want to."
I do want to. I hear Draven exiting the bedroom as I start to ride Z slowly.
Circling around, getting my hands on Azazel hips for support.
"Your
