3. Brielle
3
Brielle
W iggling the ache out of my body from the last few training days, I turn over in bed to face the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. The sliver of early morning light peeking through our windows illuminates his beautifully sharp features. His dark lashes flutter as I run my fingers over his rough beard.
Azra started my training as a way to hopefully summon the lost power within me. It quickly turned into a way to just burn out some of the anxiety that riddles my mind every day. Though, I don’t remember my body ever becoming as sore as it has been. Maybe the power coursing through my veins, even dulled by the amulet I used to wear, was enough to heal any ache I might’ve felt.
Years of living in the constant fight-or-flight state have caught up to me now that I don’t need to be. He doesn’t know how grateful I am for that option to train it out rather than talk about it every fucking day.
Azra’s hand warms the top of mine, his eyes still closed. “I’d much rather your thighs rub against my beard at this hour.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, his eyes open, piercing me through the heart like an icy dagger.
A chill runs down my spine when I comprehend what he said to me. My nipples instantly peak against the silk of my small sleep dress. A smile tugs at my lips as he slides his arm underneath me and quickly tosses me on top of him. I can’t help the squeal that escapes my throat from the sudden change of position.
I rest my chin on my tattooed hand that’s flat on his chest. Our markings nearly blend when it’s just our bare skin. I’ve gotten used to these markings quickly, although they ache from time to time. The idea of them being from saving Azra always helps me ignore the strange pain.
He explained that grace leaving your body always leaves a mark of some kind. Since it was his and my own grace flowing from my hands to save him in Lilith’s cave, our markings are nearly the same. But just as lightning, the dark tattoo-like marks are unique in its patterns across my entire left arm and forearm of my right. The spidery cracks taper and end over my chest where my heart thumps for him.
“You must have been dreaming of me.” I raise my brow and smirk as his hooded bedroom eyes devour my morning hair in all its glory.
“Dreaming of the delicious breakfast I will be having.” His deep morning voice sends a shock through my middle.
“And what are you having for breakfast?” I barely finish my sentence before his hands scoop me up from under my arms and pull me up until I’m straddling him over his hard abs.
“I’ll need you to straddle that perfect ass right on my face.” His perfect white teeth clench down on his lower bottom lip. He wraps his arms under my thighs and pulls me until my knees are on both sides of his head and I am hovering over his face.
“How will you breathe?” I ask, my tone lifting toward the end because I honestly don’t know how he will if I sit on his face. I’m not as light as a feather. Sure, it’s harder to eat these days with every thought turning my stomach, but my curves are still here, just one or two fewer rolls than before. Plus, the added muscle from training more doesn’t help either.
“I’ll gladly take my last breaths in this sweet pussy of yours, angel. Now sit. Don’t make me tell you again.” Before I can protest, he grips my thighs, hard enough that I know it’ll leave marks, and forces me down on his face. An instant wave of pleasure consumes my body as he begins devouring me.
My head falls back as his name falls so effortlessly from my lips. The only name to ever leave my lips this way. It doesn’t take long before the ball of pleasure in my abdomen begins to grow from his licking and sucking. His fingers dig into my upper thighs until every nerve in my body feels as if it is exploding.
I’ve barely come down from my orgasm high before he completely slides from underneath me. Still on my knees facing the headboard, his warm chest press against my back. His fingers brush the edge of my dress before he pulls it up and over my head.
I lean forward and arch my back to ready for him. Azra’s hand wraps around my throat from behind and pulls me back up until my back is against his chest again.
“Where do you think you’re going? You are staying up here with me,” he whispers, his tongue running against my ear before his teeth graze it. A whimper makes its way out of my mouth as his breath tickles my neck.
With his hand still around my throat he leans back slightly, his other hand on my hip, pulling it toward him until my back is arched. My back strains from the position but I soon forget about it when he slowly fills me.
As he slides in, his breathy moans have me already moving back against him. Azra’s hand tightens around my throat.
“Greedy girl,” he whispers in my ear as he gently pulls out of me. The instant emptiness is enough to drive me mad.
“I need you. Now.” I’m able to muster up enough strength to speak with his hand pressed against my vocal cords and my burning desire to be filled with him. It doesn’t take long for him to obey me. His cock finally slides back inside of me. Now with more force.
“So fucking bossy,” he growls as his hand tightens around my throat again as he retracts himself slightly before slamming into me. A moan barely escapes my almost closed throat from his grip. He is allowing me to get just enough air so I won’t pass out.
He is picking up speed as my knees dig into the mattress and my back curved as far as it can go.
Azra leans forward, the hand that was on my hip is now cupping my bare breast. His thumb and forefinger roll my nipple between them. I already feel my second orgasm building quickly as he fucks me from behind, hitting that perfect spot.
He must notice me tightening around him before he grunts, “Come again for me, angel.” It’s as if his words coax my body into doing what he says. Another mind-shattering orgasm ripples through me. Almost instantly he begins pulsing inside of me as he releases his pleasure.
After we both come down from our shared orgasmic high, he releases my throat and kisses along my shoulder and neck. I swallow for the first time in what feels like forever. My throat is slightly sore but I know that’ll go away soon. I’m used to a sore throat these days.
Leaning my head back onto Azra’s shoulder, I let out a long breath. “I should probably get dressed, you know Andrea is an early bird, and she has been obsessed with planning that stupid ball this weekend.” I feel Azra’s smile on my shoulder before he leans back to let me stand from the bed. “I don’t know why y’all had to tell her about it.”
I glance over my shoulder at the breathtakingly beautiful being sitting on the bed that I get to call mine. Something sparks in his eyes as they devour my bare body then snap back up until we are sharing the same loving gaze.
“Because I would kill to see you in a dress again.” Azra’s muscles shift as he stands from the bed and cups my cheek, turning me until I’m facing him. My stomach feels like a conservatory of butterflies as his eyes search mine. “And this time, I can fuck this pretty little mouth as much as I want after.” His filthy words send a red hot flash through my body as I recall his threat to me at the last ball for talking ill of myself.
“Let’s try to do without the killing this time, okay?” His rough thumb runs along my bottom lip, his tucking beneath his perfect teeth. I didn’t realize how much I was leaning into him until he backs away and I almost fall forward.
“No promises, angel. You make me extra homicidal.” His muscles ripple with each step he takes away from me until he turns and sits on the edge of the bed. My eyes take him in, all of him. He’s ready for me again. My body moves on its own toward him like a magnet.
We aren’t making it to breakfast anytime soon.
Finally, after another hour of fucking—let’s face it, that’s what it is, lovemaking is for special occasions—we make it downstairs and find Andrea up already eating breakfast with Celeste.
They have been two peas in a pod since Andrea arrived. Supposably there’s a tradition to celebrate new beings entering into the Forsaken. Considering I am not completely human and certainly new, I get a welcoming ball.
I’ve held them off for almost three months now but once Andrea caught wind of a ball, my attempts started to fall incredibly short. She is only here for two more weeks out of her month-long stay so I will do just about anything she wants while she is here.
Without turning around from her oatmeal, “Look who finally decided to come down.” My best friend teases.
My cheeks heat at the thought of her hearing the things that happened upstairs this morning. My eyes slide to Azra next to me trying to hide his smirk.
These walls are entirely too thin.
“Or you’re just entirely too loud, my love,” Azra whispers in my ear before passing me, grabbing two mugs to pour coffee in.
Rolling my eyes, Azra hands me the steaming mug. He takes a seat next to his sister who is sorting through different textures and shades of blue, so similar to the different shades of all of their eyes. Torin and Cyprian are the only ones with browns and greens swirling around their pupils. The sound of the front door closing catches my attention.
My stomach turns slightly as I think maybe it’s Ash finally coming home after his two-week hiatus. Azra has even struggled to reach him through summoning.
Torin’s large muscular frame fills the archway entering the kitchen. When he steps aside, a slightly shorter male steps beside him.
It takes a few seconds for my brain to process the familiar face.
Zach.