CHAPTER 3

VICTORIA

My chest heaved, shame twisting with unbearable heat between my thighs. “Azareth…”

His laugh rumbled through me, low and wicked. “Say it again.”

“Azareth.” My lips trembled, but the sound was desperate, needy.

He shoved me forward until my knees pressed against his hips. His enormous cocks pulsed between us, dark veins throbbing, the tip wet and glistening. I swallowed hard, staring at it in disbelief.

“I can’t—”

“You can.” He grabbed my waist, ...