Chapter Twenty-Seven Azrael
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Azrael
My expression goes cold the moment I realize Lucifer’s endgame.
She’s going to suck on his cock like it’s mine.
Whisper the things she’s only ever said to me.
While I can do nothing but stand here, unable to fuck anything but my own hand as I praise and assist in guiding her up and down his length.
To remind me that I will only ever be borrowing her from him.
Even if it’s my name she’s crying.
My gaze hardens, my jaw trembling with the possessive rage filling me.
But like the true soldier I am, I push through it, welcoming whatever pain it brings. I won’t allow him the satisfaction of using his safe word.
Not a fucking chance.
I step forward, gripping the back of Charlotte’s hair and fisting it gently. My nails dig into my own skin to the point of near pain, but I keep my hold on her light.
I don’t dare say anything to reveal what’s happening to her as I shove her head forward and onto his length.
The cold resentment in my eyes is obvious.
My ex may not always be able to control me when he and I are outside of the playroom, but inside? Well . . .
The devil always wins, unfortunately.
“Azrael,” Charlotte moans as she pops off his cock, kissing and licking it in the same way she does with me. Like she did last night.
She’s trying to see what I like.
Trying to be the good girl she so desperately wants to be.
“Don’t be shy now, Reaper,” Lucifer hisses into my ear, whispering so low over Charlotte’s head he’s barely speaking. His smirk is fucking diabolical as he nods down to where her lips slide over him. “Give our girl what she’s asking for.”
I snarl as he thrusts into her mouth readily, leading Charlotte to believe that he’s left us alone. I should’ve expected him to humiliate me like this, but I was too distracted by my own pleasure, my own desire, and all the painful memories that’ve resurfaced, to see it coming.
Memories I would have much rather kept buried.
“Azrael . . .” Charlotte’s soft, breathy moan brings me back into the moment, reminding me that she still expects praise from me.
I glance down to where she’s sucking his cock.
Even if my praise is the only thing I can give her, I can’t stop myself from wanting to worship her with it. She craves it so desperately. But the humiliation, how similar a situation this is to what I felt with Eve, sears through me.
I’ll never be anything more to anyone than the fear of the unknown.
A tool for his use.
No matter what promises she may make me.
“You’re doing so well, baby girl. You take my cock so pretty.”
Lucifer throws back his head, and I can tell he’s getting close. He’s the only one of us who hasn’t finished recently, so I keep talking.
The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we . . .
Fuck, his face when he’s like that is so familiar to me.
“Azrael?” Charlotte whispers again, coming off his cock like she’s burning to say something.
“Yeah, baby girl?”
Lucifer pumps up and down his length with his hand, throwing back his head again, and I can’t help but think—
“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I confess to him.
My cock throbs painfully.
Fuck me.
How can I hate him and want to be balls deep inside him?
Or him inside me.
It honestly doesn’t fucking matter to me.
“About what you said earlier,” Charlotte whispers, that sweet voice of hers calling to my ears. Like a true fucking siren. As Lucifer keeps trying to thrust back into her face.
My spine runs cold.
Shit.
I can’t let her confess what I think she’s about to say in front of him. Not for the first time.
I won’t allow him to ruin this for me.
I growl, not having to fake the noises I’m making as I’m forced to watch him thrust even deeper. “I’m not certain right now is the time to—”
She pops off again. “I’ve been wanting to tell you since last night, but I didn’t—”
Lucifer tenses, shoving back into her, his nostrils flaring like he’s caught between the mounting orgasm that’s about to tear through him and his fury at the confession we both suspect is about to come out of his fiancée’s mouth.
My gaze darts between them.
Watching the two of them up close and personal like this is torture.
Sweet fucking torture.
And with those three perfect words poised on her lips and the memory of how it felt to have his fingers inside me fresh in my mind, I . . .
I can’t stop it.
This is exactly as fucked as Lucifer wanted it to be, messing with my head.
The pain so sweet there’s almost a sick kind of pleasure in it.
I use my free hand to palm my cock, stroking up and down my length.
“Baby girl, you don’t need to say anything else right now,” I grumble, attempting to salvage this as I stare straight into Lucifer’s eyes, silently pleading for him to put a stop to this despite that a part of me doesn’t want him to.
He hasn’t looked at me like this in centuries.
“I’ve never met anyone who can pleasure me the way you do. ” My eyes meet his.
And I mean it.
I’m so close now I might end up coming all over the back of Charlotte’s head even before he does, before she drinks down Lucifer’s cum like it’s a sinful communion.
But she thinks it’s me.
She thinks it’s me, I remind myself as she nuzzles his cock, those three haunting words still at the edge of her lips.
And that’s all that fucking matters.
“Azrael,” Charlotte whispers, sliding off him again.
Fuck. I can’t stop this.
“I love you,” she whispers.
And I nearly lose it.
I arch back, agony searing through me.
Torn apart by the fact I can never get that moment back.
But I also can’t seem to resist . . .
“I love you, too, baby girl,” I manage between clenched teeth, staring directly into Lucifer’s eyes in my shame.
Lucifer reaches across the chasm between us and grips my wrist, stopping my pleasure mid-thrust. “You don’t get to come until she does.”
I snarl furiously.
“Sir?” Charlotte releases his cock, shocked he’s still in the room. There’s a part of her that’s too goddamn innocent. She fell for his little trick hook, line, and sinker.
And I hate him.
I fucking hate him for it.
I shake my head.
No, I wish I could fucking hate him.
But the way Lucifer’s eyes meet mine as I shove even harder against the back of Charlotte’s head, forcing her to give him one final thrust as he cums inside her throat, complicates everything. His lips part as he growls his pleasure, his eyes never leaving mine.
Charlotte chokes, and the hellfire in Lucifer’s eyes flares.
And that’s when I know I’m not the only one who’s been reminiscing.
The devil has sunk his claws into us both.
And I welcome the pain it brings.