Poisonous Dream (The Starlight Gods Series Book 5)

by Yumoyori Wilson

  I crossed my arms, only now noticing I was in a long short-sleeved shirt. The chill in the room made me shiver, and I still felt upset. Azriel sighed, opening his arms.

  "Come here, Hopefilinia."

  I wanted to be stubborn, but I couldn't ignore how his melodic soft voice, sent tingles through me. I sighed, crawling into his strong hold. He helped me sit on his lap, mumbling that he didn't want to get lectured by my dad.

  I grinned, and relaxed in his embrace, my back pressed against his chest with my head resting against his shoulder. His arms were wrapped around my waist as we sat in silence. I needed time to calm down or I'd lose it, and it was never good if an angel shifter got upset.

  "What are you thinking?" Azriel whispered.

  "I'm mad."

  "I know. You don't normally swear," he reminded.

  I sighed, shifting myself so I could look up at him. He glanced down, pressing his forehead against mine.

  "No one protected you. How could you live on a realm, surrounded by angels who are supposed to be living for the good of Mother Starlight, yet not even one had the guts to approach your father and reveal the truth? Sure, maybe you guys didn't have phones back then or even those recording devices, but your father's an angel! He can tell when people lie. No one was bold enough to break the truth to him, and I bet it's because of how he reacted when your mother disappeared," I explained, having thought about all of this during our silent moment.

  "You're right. I won't argue with you. That's exactly how I felt. Daniel tried to convince himself he'd done something to deserve the treatment we got. But I knew better and I was angry. I hated watching every day as our family drifted apart. We'd already lost our mom. Then we had to deal with a father who was more concerned with his happiness than ours. But now that we’re older, I sometime wonder if he's happy with how things are? Is he okay with Michael not talking with him, or the fact we barely talk? I wish we could see Freila more, but it is what it is," Azriel concluded, shrugging.

  "I hope the gods will bring an opportunity for you to say how you feel to your father. You deserve closure, and so does Michael," I mumbled as I glanced up at the ceiling, hoping the Starlight gods would hear my prayer.

  "I hope so too," Azriel replied.

  We enjoyed the silence, my hands ending up in Azriel’s. I started humming, unsure where the song was from, but remembering it from when I was younger.

  "I'm a little teapot?" Azriel asked.

  "Is that the song? Hmm. We always used to sing it when we were younger," I continued humming the tune, stopping when Azriel pressed a soft kiss on my neck.

  "Hope."

  The way his hot breath brushed against my shoulder made me bite my lip. Our previous conversation had distracted me from my growing need for Azriel. We hadn't had any alone time since Knightwood, and even then, it had been infrequent.

  I turned my head so my lips met his, wanting to take advantage of our alone time. I hadn't even noticed Midnight's exit, but now felt the quietness in my mind, making me more daring to enjoy my quality time with the angel shifter.

  His kisses were so tender and loving, each press of his lips was as if I was a delicate doll. I pulled away to look into his fixated gaze— the gold orbs that I'd come to love, just like Makoto.

  I knew we hadn't gotten much time to know each other until this moment, and there were many things we had to share with Azriel and even Daniel, but I wasn't in a rush. I knew we wouldn't drift from either of them again. We'd still fight or have disagreements, but we'd work it out.

  I let my hand go through his soft, ash blond hair, enjoying the smooth texture sliding through my fingers. My eyes lowered to his full pink lips, my urge to return to kissing him stronger than before.

  "Azriel," I purred, my lips centimeters from his. I inhaled his lavender scent, closing my eyes and closing the distance between us, wanting to taste him. My body tingled with warmth as he deepened the kiss, his hand leaving my waist and securely resting on my cheek as our kisses grew more heated.

  Azriel quickly changed our positions, pinning me beneath him. He began to tease my flesh, nibbling and sucking as he left kisses down my neck and shoulders. I moaned, loving every bite and lick.

  He pulled away to let me sit up and remove my shirt, thankful that Azriel had removed that silly bra that was a pain in the butt. Sure, they were pretty to flaunt to your lover and ensured you wouldn’t have hard nipples peeking out of our collection of white and neon pink shirts, but they were a hindrance to wear to sleep. Azriel deserved brownie points for that.

  He grinned and deliberately took his time looking down my body. The only piece of clothing left was my white, gold-laced underwear that had matched my bra from earlier.

  "You’re so beautiful, Hope," Azriel confessed, taking another second to look up and down my body. His eyes stopped on my breasts— a wicked grin morphed on his lips.

  I could see the glint of lust in his glowing gold eyes. He let me lean back to rest on the bed before his mouth latched onto my breast— sucking deeply. I moaned at the touch, closing my eyes to focus on the different sensations going through me. His other hand began to play with my left breast, fondling it before his fingers circled my hard nipples.

  He gave each breast the same amount of attention— sucking, licking and nibbling my hard nipples, which made me tremble in pleasure.

  "Hope, love," he whispered against my flesh, kissing each breast, moving back up to kiss my lips.

  "Yes, Azriel?" I whispered, out of breath. My sex throbbed for relief while my hands craved to feel his hair again as I crushed my lips with his.

  "Can I use my gift? I'm struggling to keep it under control," he admitted, his cheeks turned a light red as he glanced away.

  I blushed, feeling a hint of embarrassment before I took a deep breath, lifting my hands to cradle his face— turning his head to meet my gaze. "You have permission to use your gift on me, whenever. I'd like to experience what it can do," I admitted, giving him a seductive smirk before pulling him into a kiss.

  He groaned; my arms wrapped around his neck while my fingers got their wish to roam through his hair. He pressed himself against me, his hand lowering to my legs.

  I could sense the magic in the air, but I ignored it, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He let me take control, feeling my legs tingle as sensation began to slowly transition down my legs to my toes.

  When we both struggled for breath, we pulled away, pressing our foreheads together as we caught our breath.

  "Can you feel your legs?" he questioned.

  I lifted both my legs slightly, before alternating. I wiggled my toes, grinning at the sensation. "Yeah. I can run sprints now," I joked.

  He smirked before his eyes glimmered with mischievous intent. He smashed his lips against mine, taking control as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

  When he was satisfied, he took his time leaving kisses down my neck. He continued, reserving a minute for each of my breasts and trailing his lips down till he reached my stomach, licking the lines of my abs before nibbling on my flesh.

  He finally reached my thighs, spreading them wide and laying kisses up my inner thighs. I groaned, my sex in dire need of relief from his tormenting.

  "Azriel love, stop teasing," I begged, lifting my head to look at his amused grin.

  He pressed his finger against the silk fabric, pushing inward between my folds, but quickly pulling away.

  "Azriel!" I hissed.

  "This is my first time getting to enjoy you, Hope. Let me build up your arousal," he whispered, his eyes dancing with excitement.

  I was ready to argue when he pressed his finger against my entrance, but this time his mere touch sent sparks of pleasure through me, causing me to cry in delight as I arched my back. Holy Starlight.

  "You still want me to stop, my sweet love?" Azriel continued rubbing my entrance, pulling the fabric to the side and using his tongue to flick my clit.

  I clenched the sheets as my body trembled with pleasure,
struggling not to cum at the way his tongue continued to play with my bud. "No...ah, Azriel," I groaned, panting as he continued to tease me.

  "I think I'll enjoy this as much as you, Hope," Azriel soothed.

  I lifted my head in time to see him latch his mouth onto my pussy, his tongue sliding into me. I shattered right there and then; my head fell back as I cried out, cumming into Azriel mouth. He didn't stop— sucking down every drop before he continued. It wasn't long till he pulled away, giving me time to catch my breath before two fingers replaced his mouth, sliding in and out of my wet pussy.

  "Faster, Azriel," I cried out, wanting more.

  He obeyed my command, increasing his pace before pausing and sucking hard on my clit. I came again, trembling as aftershocks buzzed through me. He pulled his fingers out, sucking on my entrance once more.

  I sighed in relief as his mouth left me, struggling to steady my racing heart. He climbed back onto the bed before he moved my brown locks out of my face, claiming my lips. I moaned into his mouth as we deepened the kiss— tasting the sweet blissfulness of my cum laced on his tongue. He broke the kiss to suck the sensitive spot on my neck. I cried out at the intensity of his kiss before he bit and licked it in a repetitive rhythm.

  I was already struggling to think straight, knowing Azriel’s gift was at work and contributing to my hypersensitive flesh.

  "Hope, I want to feel myself inside you," Azriel whispered, his words laced with desire and the simple revelation made me want him this instant.

  "Me too. Now," I replied, meeting his gaze.

  His usually bright gold eyes were copper gold, his shoulder blade markings glowing a dim gold. He grinned, pulling back before his cock teased my entrance— gathering the slickness of my cum on the tip.

  He slowly slid his hardness into me, both of us moaning at the shockwave of pleasure that ran through us. Azriel leaned forward, pinning my hands with his before giving me a tender kiss. We stayed still for a moment, enjoying our union before Azriel began to move.

  Thrust after thrust, kiss after kiss, our bodies moved like they had a mind of their own. I tried to concentrate, but my mind went blank as I focused on the intense building of pleasuring going through me with each thrust.

  "Az...ah...love, please, more, more, more," I begged, struggling to not cum at his rapid movement.

  He moaned in response while he buried his face into my neck, increasing his movements while he bit my neck hard. The pain mixed with pleasure made my eyes roll back and my hips meet his quick movements.

  "Hope," Azriel strained, heavily breathing as my whole body tingled with pleasure.

  I couldn't fight the boiling coil within me, ready to burst at any second. Azriel’s body went rigid as he thrust himself so deep we came together— the only sounds that echoed through the hollow walls were our cries of ecstasy.

  My pussy quivered around his erect length, causing us both to shiver before Azriel began to move yet again. His thrust was fast and hard— in, out, in, out, the rapid tempo enough to make me reach the edge.

  "AZRIEL!" I screamed, my cry of ecstasy muffled by Azriel's lips that claimed mine as he grew rigid.

  He released my lips, thrusting three more times, till he cried out in rapturous delight, cumming inside me. His hot cum flowed into me while I came again; my orgasm shook my entire being.

  My eyes rolled to the back of my head, blacking in and out. I could feel Azriel pull his cock out, causing me to gasp before I relaxed, attempting to catch my breath as I felt dizzy from the drop of sensation.

  I felt Azriel scoop me into his arms. "Just breathe, Hope. Sorry, I lost control," he apologized.

  I wanted to shake my head in disapproval, but I couldn't move, needing a few more minutes until my body calmed. "That was fucking awesome," I whispered, feeling drained, but finally able to open my eyes and give Azriel a small smile.

  He sighed in relief, giving me a gentle kiss. "You need to stop swearing." He chuckled.

  "It's a nice change once and a while. I'll go back to my holy ways tomorrow." I giggled, kissing him.

  Our night together was far from pure. I might as well enjoy myself and start fresh tomorrow.

  "We should sleep," Azriel whispered.

  I grinned, leaning up to whisper in his ear. "One more time," I dared. I pulled back to see his grin widen.

  "Don't complain in the morning," he replied.

  I giggled, knowing I wouldn't be the one complaining. Sorry, Makoto. Let me just enjoy this lust-filled night.

  ~MAKOTO~

  "Mako."

  "...."

  "Makoto."

  I groaned, not wanting to move from the comfy position I was in. Once again, the Starlight gods had blessed me with the best pillow in the world, knowing my body needed it. I felt sore and didn't want to move. Who would possibly be trying to interrupt my beauty sleep? Couldn't they see how magnificent this pillow was? Darn them.

  "Go away. Take my pillow and I'll smite you," I mumbled, tightening my hold on the firm pillow that smelled like lavender.

  "This is what happens when you let Azriel have his way," I heard Daniel mumble, the vibration of his voice came from my pillow.

  My pillow talks?

  "I don't get how you continue confusing your lovers with pillows." Rose sighed, in my head.

  "Let her dwell in her dream world for a little longer," Midnight encouraged.

  "At least this time she didn't randomly climb into Daniel's bed unlike what Ryder experienced," Lily pointed out.

  "That's cause Hope had all night to lalala with her lover," Lexi purred.

  I groaned, my fuzzy mind clearing as I remembered last night's conversation and leaving midway through.

  They had sex, didn't they?

  "Well, they had a pleasant conversation which lead to some kissing and passionate heated sex in different positions. Oh, they were even in this position where you put your leg in the sk—" Midnight explained in her monotone voice.

  Lexi cut her off, "OH! I know that position, it’s—"

  "SHUT UP," I groaned, punching my pillow. I heard coughing as my pillow moved, followed by a wave of laughter.

  "Shit, Mako. No punching the poor innocent chest pillow. Fuck, that hurt," Daniel complained.

  I opened my eyes, blinking a few times to see Daniel who coughed again, rubbing his chest. I turned my head to see Ryder and Marcus who were both laughing their heads off, gripping their waists.

  "I totally wish I got that on video," Marcus roared.

  "Good morning, Mako," Ryder chuckled, wiping his eyes.

  I looked around for my pillow, grabbing the one next to me and cuddling with it, closing my eyes.

  "Aww no, did she fall back asleep?" Marcus questioned.

  "She has training today, doesn't she?" Ryder questioned.

  "Yup. King Arthur’s going to kill me," Daniel groaned.

  "I bet it was worth it, though," Marcus pondered.

  "Must have been. Is Azriel even awake?" Ryder commented.

  "No, he's fucking asleep and my body hurts and I'm tired. Ugh," Daniel complained.

  "Noisy," I mumbled, lifting my leg to kick Daniel.

  "Mak— OW."

  I heard a loud thump, but I didn't care, rolling over before curling up and trying to fall back asleep.

  "Mako…you just kicked Daniel," Midnight’s voice was much higher than normal, making me curious.

  Why do you sound so surprised?

  My brain was still half asleep but I noticed the sudden silence that filled the room, making me wonder if I was dreaming.

  I opened my eyes, raising my head to glance at Ryder and Marcus who were gawking at me. I raised an eyebrow at them.

  "What?" I mumbled, already tired and wanting to sleep in peace.

  "Mako...you used your legs," Ryder said in astonishment.

  "Huh...legs..." I looked to see Daniel rise off the floor, looking just as shocked as the others. I glanced to see my legs curled up. Impossible.

  "Firefly. Can
you try and lift your leg?" Marcus asked.

  I nodded, taking a deep breath. I was afraid to try it, frightened I was instilling false hope within myself.

  Daniel walked over to my side, crouching down and raising his hand to brush my cheek.

  "Try it, Mako love. Doesn't matter if it works or not. We'll work on it regardless, okay," Daniel reassured me.

  I bit my lip, but nodded, happy to have his support amongst the others. I closed my eyes, telling my body lift my left leg. The guys gasped, prompting me to take a peek— my eyes squinting open to see I was holding my left leg up.

  I felt my jaw drop as my eyes began to water, telling myself it must be some type of prank; this really was a dream. I lifted my leg up and down, placing my left leg down and trying my right side.

  I sat up, reaching out to touch my toes with my trembling hands— flinching at the feel of my fingers on them.

  "How...when...is this permanent? It's temporary, right?" I choked, tears rolling down my cheeks.

  Marcus walked over to my side as Daniel and Ryder began checking my legs— Daniel's eyes glowing while Ryder did a leg assessment, something Kade had taught him and the others.

  "Don't cry, Firefly. We'll check to make sure, okay," he whispered, holding me in his arms as the guys continued their assessment.

  I nodded, noticing the purple shirt I was wearing which read Demons are Better than Angels. I smirked at the t-shirt cloaking my body. It was long enough to cover my butt.

  I heard the door click open. Father was at the doorway. His mouth was open as if he was about to say something when he paused, noticing my distress. His blue eyes scanned the others before he closed the door, walking toward where Marcus held me.

  "What's wrong, baby girl?" he questioned, his voice soft and making my heart swell with happiness.

  Marcus slid me onto the bed so Father could sit next to me, pulling me into his loving arms.

  "I think my legs work. But we don't know. And I'm just crying for no reason," I replied through sobs.