108. Azrael
AZRAEL
In this realm—this dimension—almost no time at all has passed when Levi’s eyes open and he straightens—his eyes radiate a light from within that illuminates something that reminds me of sacred geometry but it flickers and fades back to his human eyes too fast for me to discern more.
The fine hairs on the back of my neck at the sensation of his magic pressing at the edges of his corporeal and incorporeal form.
He scarcely seems to notice as tears slip down his cheeks in thick, unrelenting rivulets.
Shock slackens his features. His lips part as if to say something, but no words come.
He shakes his head as his butt lands on the edge of the bed.
He looks surprised by the assault rifle still hanging from his shoulders, but wills it away a fraction of a second later.
Oh, dear...
Have I broken him?
Is he repulsed by me now that he has seen all of me? All of my past? My failings?
Even if so, I wouldn’t change it for anything, knowing that he knows how to wield his magic, and protect himself and Violette, no matter who or what dares to cross their paths.
Still, tendrils of fear and panic that he’ll no longer want me sink their talons into me?—
The rasp of his deep voice cuts my thoughts short.
“How long was I gone for?”
I fail to hide the tremor in my voice.
“Sixty seconds, perhaps..."
He huffs something vaguely reminiscent of a laugh.
Sniffles.
Buries his fingers in his eyes as his lips tremble.
“Gods, if you had told me I was gone for an eon, I would believe you.”
Empathy and worry send me kneeling at his feet, grasping his hands.
“I know it’s a lot to take in?—”
A wet chuckle cuts me off as he swipes away his tears. “That is, without a doubt, the greatest understatement ever spoken.”
I gulp, but remain unremorseful. “It was the only way.”
He nods, squeezes my hands in reassurance. “Probably, yes.”
My heart squeezes with hope at that one small gesture. “I’m sorry.”
The soft rumble of his words sends relief washing through me. “I’m not.”
His gaze softens as his eyes search mine, and my heart flutters like a newly emerged butterfly breaking free of its chrysalis as my fragile hope takes flight.
Do you still want me?
As if he can read my fear, he lifts one hand from my grasp to caress my cheek with his thumb. “I love you.”
My lungs cease to breathe. The backs of my eyes burn.
My mouth forms the words, but only a small sound escapes as emotion clogs my throat.
Levi leans forward, bringing his forehead to mine, cradling my head in his hands.
“I love you for all that you are, beyond space and time. In every life you have lived, through every life you have taken or given. There is nothing you have done or can ever do to change that.”
The fact that this male has now witnessed the worst and the best of me lends the gravity of the sun to his words. There’s no denying them, or the tears that they inspire and proceed to spill down my cheeks.
My reply is an unintelligible, wet, garbled, “I love you.”
Levi gifts me one of those rare smiles just before he captures my mouth with his and my heart bursts like the birth of a star. My tongue meets his, the fighting leathers on my body disappear in a mist of black and gray whorls. The sensation of his magic kissing my skin sends goosebumps erupting.
My heart, pounding.
My cock, thickening.
Levi’s capable hands are already guiding me onto the bed as he murmurs against my lips.
“Lay down.”
My heart is a riot in my chest as Levi crawls on top of me, and inch by inch, his own fighting leathers evaporate on an unseen wind.
Still, the reality of our precarious situation creeps in.
“What about my people?”
The ones who want their revenge.
Before he’s even finished his sentence, I feel the hairs on my body rising, and a breathtaking weight briefly presses against my chest as I feel his magic erect a ward around our room.
“As I said, let them come... and meet their death.”
Guilt squeezes my heart even as his lips return to mine.
“I don’t want them to die. Their anger is just.”
“So I’ll will them away, elsewhere. Anything else?”
“Maybe give them some gold and jewels? You can access my vaults now, right? Ease their lives here.”
Levi chuckles as he sits back on his heels. “You are so much sweeter than anyone gives you credit for.”
I frown. “Tell no one, or I’ll torture you in ways you’ve never dreamed of.”
Levi chuckles. “Yes, Daddy.”
His hips shift forward and his cock slides against mine, tearing a groan from my throat. “Mmmm, that has such a nice ring to it.”
The crooked grin Levi gives me makes my heart flutter. “It does, doesn’t it. Such a shame that all my plans involve you calling me Daddy.”
Before I can manage anything other than a whimper of need, Levi’s hand wraps around my cock, administering one leisurely stroke, wettened by my pre-cum, from tip to base. My hips thrust; thoughts hanging on by a thread.
“Wait, you still need to drink my blood?—”
Levi’s voice deepens to a husk as he continues to stroke my weeping cock.
“Oh, I’m going to. With my cock buried deep inside you, just like you’ve been dreaming of.”
Embarrassment heats my cheeks.
Fuck, he saw that too?
I wasn’t certain my fantasies would slip through the cracks amidst the onslaught of memories.
A clear vial of liquid appears in his hands.
Lube.
From where, I’ve no idea and I couldn’t fucking care less.
Levi’s tail coils around one of my thighs, spreading me wider, as he uncorks the vial allows it to dribble over me, from cock to taint where the liquid drips lower.
His thumb gently massages the tight ring of flesh as his other hand works over my length. A deep moan tears from my throat as my head tips back at the onslaught of sensation.
“Fuck, Levi..."
His deep voice is little more than a growl.
“Eyes on me, princess.”
My head snaps back up to meet his gaze, a grin teasing both our lips.
“Soon enough, I’m going to fuck the cockiness right out of you.”
His grin widens enough to reveal the tips of his fangs. “Good luck with that.”
Gaze holding mine, he works two fingers inside of me as his other hands strokes the lube over his cock, and thus silencing any retort poised on my tongue. Tingling, mind-numbing pleasure licks its tendrils up the base of my spine in anticipation, making me clench around him.
Even as I am mesmerized by the sight of the muscled length of his arm in all his vascular glory; his large, tattooed hand slicking over the veiny, engorged flesh of his equally impressive and tattooed cock.
The way he pays particular attention to the broadly flared crown–how he slightly loosens his grip as his palm moves in a slight circular motion over it, before his grip tightens once more to glide over the shaft.
My mouth salivates as a string of pre-cum stretches from the tip and down onto my abdomen.
My heart fluttering at the sight of such an intimate and integral part of him sliding across the valley of one of my obliques seems silly and inconsequential, but the organ in my chest rebukes all logic and continues the sing-song rhythm of its love-sick thumping.
Levi’s hooded gaze softens as he withdraws his fingers to press his glistening corona to my ass, nudging the slightest bit forward to breach the tight ring of flesh. “You’ll tell me if I hurt you..."
Emotion rises in the face of his tenderness, tightening my throat.
I nod. Now that he’s traversed the expanse of my mind and memory, he knows as well as I do that it’s been centuries since I’ve been with a male.
And while I’ve been with many of them, I can count on one hand those with whom I’ve put myself in such a submissive position.
“Just go slow at first.”
He nods, throat dipping, and the adoring look in his eyes as he settles over me tells me his emotions are as big as my own. That the careful thrusts forward and backwards inch by blessed inch as my body gradually welcomes him reach as deeply into his soul as it does mine.
A deep, ragged groan escapes him—and me—as he finally thrusts inside me to the hilt. His forehead drops to mine.
“Tell me again.”
I don’t need him to clarify.
The words are made breathy as his hips draw back and slide forward in a way that shoots more ripples of toe-curling pleasure up my spine.
“I love you. Beyond time and space. Even if entropy were to strip me of my memories, my soul will always recognize yours.”
A singular tear slips free, over the rune tattooed on his cheek—it’s meaning, eternal love. My words are soft, but hold a gravitas and certainty that make something in the center of my chest—both my heart and whatever this thing is that binds us—unfurling.
“Eternity is ours.”
His Adam’s apple dips as another tear escapes, sliding down his other cheek, wetting the matching rune. I can see the weight of his life’s fear—all the loss and heartache etching his features.
Bracing himself on one elbow beside my head, his other hand finds mine. Weaves our fingers together as his hips steal more of those long, steady strokes, pressing against the spot that is the gateway to my euphoria.
His words come out barely a whisper.
“You swear it?”
Energy coils up my spine, bursting through my heart as his thrusts deepen, hasten, even as my own tears rise.
“There is no force in this realm or the next that could part us. Akash would not give us this sacred gift just to take it away.”
Levi’s brows knit together, helpless to the onslaught of emotion; of the love burning through us and binding our souls impossibly tighter.
Lifting one hand, I cradle the back of Levi’s head bringing his lips to mine as my climax rises and a deep groan escapes me. “Fuck, I’m cumming.”
Levi growls, strokes intensifying. “God, me too.”
His cock hardens further, endowing me with a sweet edge of pain just as my orgasm reaches its crescendo and my cum paints my abdomen. In the same moment, Levi’s hips stutter, before slamming forward as his cock spasms inside me. His chest heaves as his forehead rests upon mine.
Several moments pass of shared, panted breath before evening out and our lips seek the other—the movement gentle, and sweeter than I ever could have imagined for this male.
Still buried inside me, Levi shifts, rolling us to our sides, hitching my leg over his hip.
His fingers stroke through my hair just as I suddenly realize...
Oh, fuck.
I break our kiss.
“Levi, we forgot?—”
“Hush.”
Bringing my wrist to his mouth, he presses a lingering kiss to the bulk of muscle on my forearm. Gaze holding mine, his fangs sink in. A moment later his eyes roll back and the tingling warmth of his venom seeps into my veins.
Oh, fuck.
Akash almighty, that’s potent.
A dizzying kind of bliss washes over me as my arousal blossoms anew, hardening my length, and making me clench around Levi’s cock, thickening once more inside of me.
My heart pounds as I feel my magic returning—even if only in part—as if my incorporeal form has returned, for him.
The sounds of bone cracking and flesh splitting dims the euphoria booming through me until a moment later, my eyes widen in awe as I watch a set of giant wings unfurl from his back over the bed behind him.
Unlike mine, his aren’t feathered. They’re leathery and membranous like Nephilim wings—and drenched in blood.
Yet, somehow, he hardly seems to notice.
With every additional gulp, his magic increases, pulsing harder and harder until the pressure of it threatens to make my ears pop like I’m flying too high.
When he withdraws and opens his eyes, his irises and pupils have disappeared; replaced entirely by dark, shifting fractals that glow—almost like a gothic kaleidoscope pattern constantly shifting and folding in on itself like a tessaract.
I’ve never seen anything like it. It is as unsettling as it is beautiful and mesmerizing.
A singular blood-red tear streaks down one cheek.
What magic is this?
My lips part on a gasp just before his hips begin to move again, whiting out all thought and replacing it with a blissful arousal that seems to penetrate my very bones.
Levi brings his wrist to his lips, biting the flesh there before bringing it to my lips.
The taste of his blood instantly awakens my slumbering hunger.
I groan around my mouthful as his blood flows, and I gulp it down all while he thrusts inside of me.
The broad head of his crown pressing so firmly against that blissful spot inside of me coupled with the effects of his venom and the taste of his blood has another climax coiling, and rising, but I hold it back, not wanting this moment to end.
Distantly, I hear a bang on the door of our room, but it vanishes a moment later as Levi’s magic makes the hair on my arms rise.
I’m too far gone in ecstasy to dwell on the fact that Levi kept his word.
There are now twelve fewer souls lingering beyond our room.
After swallowing one last gulp of his blood, I press my forehead to his.
More helpless than I’ve ever heard him, the sound is sweet and intimate in a way that I’m certain only Violette and I will ever hear, and has my heart spilling over.
Levi’s strokes remain steady, slow, and heartrendingly tender as my rising orgasm demands to reach its peak.
My hips rock against him to counter his as a deep moan is liberated from my chest and ropes of my cum spill between us.
Our words spoken on shared, warm breath.
“Fuck, I love you so much, Levi..."
“I love you, Az... I’m sorry for ever hurting you.”
His words take me by surprise, stealing the air from my lungs. The briefly fatal event, only just over a week ago, is all but forgotten. My throat closes with emotion at the sound of the pain and remorse in his voice, and I have to grip his shoulder to quell the tears burning my eyes.
“Darling, I would die a thousand gruesome deaths and more if it led me to you.”
His lips graze mine as if intending to capture mine in a kiss, but before he can, he pants roughly, baring his fangs in the most gloriously masculine display of untethered pleasure as his cock pulses inside me once more and he gifts me another one of those sweet noises meant only for mine and Violette’s ears.
In all my eons of life I’ve never been happier or more content than I am now, even as my soul yearns for Violette. And as I bask in the afterglow of our union, I feel some distant part of me—my domain—healing.
Ourinessa.