Azrael's POV
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Truth or dare.
Millenia of existence and twenty years of renewed freedom on this planet didn't prepare him for playing such an adolescent game tonight.
He'd slipped into a black robe—not because of any reasons the European Alpha might have in mind, but merely because for once he wanted to feel comfortable.
Quite frankly, he was beginning to get comfortable.
Especially around the other men in his mate's life.
And the bond pulsed warmer and more peacefully because of it.
Anyway, when it got to his turn to dare Celeste... He didn't hold back.
Why would he?
If they were going to play something so mundane they should at least make it lively.
And gods of lust, did it pay off beyond what he expected!
Azrael's lips curved with a smirk, feeling the tension that burned as Celeste picked Atlas to sit on his lap. Luther and Silas were basically boiling with jealousy while the poor witch seemed like he didn't know what to do with the fine woman sitting on him.
