Chapter 6
Mixed feelings settled into my heart when I realized that this bonding was going to be different.
My soul accepted Azrael. The ache in my body that had become ever present over the past three months had started to fade. I’d grown so used to it that I didn’t even realize how much pain I had been in since Lucifer had torn a wing from my body.
Azrael eased my ache and instilled in me a new need, one for him, for completion.
Cole had given me the donor wing, but it was Azrael who needed to help me finish healing.
I needed him.
For light, ecstasy, and a sense of easing a hunger that had grown to a fever pitch.
“Your succubus has come out to play,” he said as if this pleased him.
“Yes,” I confirmed, noting how my features subtly changed.
My succubus had a lean body and rounded breasts. My lips plumped and I knew they would be turning as red as the cherries that had fallen all around me.
I realized why my succubus was coming to life, not just because of the sexual desire that Azra awakened in me, but because of the way that side of me fed.
He was one of the few true immortals who could survive the feed.
More than survive, it might even help him.
I drew in his magic… including the poison festering in his body.
He’d ordered me to my knees, but I wasn’t going to follow his commands. My succubus fed on desire and pleasure, which meant that I needed to drive him crazy.
I’d remembered something.
He liked it when I disobeyed.
Plus, I needed to let my succubus out to play. She preferred being dominant and it was the only way I could extract the poison from his veins.
He was determined to sacrifice himself just to prove a point, just to show me that I was good enough for my angelic mates, but he didn’t understand what it was like to live with a mixture of the powers of Heaven and Hell.
It was eternal conflict and suffering, something that I would never wish on my mates.
He arched a perfect brow at my disobedience when his skin shimmered with the effect of the feed. “I told you to get on your knees. I won’t repeat myself.”
A grin flashed across my face as I flared my wings. “Make me,” I said, my words strong with a challenge that he wouldn’t be able to ignore.
He snapped his fingers and a golden whip flashed into existence, making my breath catch with anticipation.
Old memories surged to the surface. This was how we had played together in Purgatory. A Blade of Justice wasn’t the only tool he could summon to his aid.
Each twin had a special secondary gift, and Azra’s was a Whip of Penance.
As I watched Azra expertly crack the whip, I considered summoning his brother to join us. It felt wrong to bond with Azra alone.
“Perhaps we should find Sam—” I began, only to be cut off with a squeak as Azra cracked the whip again and sent it swirling around my wrist.
The weapon didn’t react to the laws of physics, which shouldn’t have surprised me. Azra didn’t understand physics, and perhaps that’s because such laws didn’t apply to him.
The whip yanked me up and swirled branches around my arms, securing me in place as the whip unwound and then formed two knots, one with a loop on one ankle and a loop on the other, spreading me as I dangled from a large cherry tree.
“Azra!” I cried, stunned at the sudden sensation of being immobilized and at his total mercy.
“I gave you an opportunity to obey me,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“You declined, so we’re going to do this my way.
” He approached me, running his finger over my panties, making me buck against the direct pressure on my clit.
“My brother also made his choice to pout instead of stay and fight for you, so he will just have to wait his turn.” Azra gazed up at me with a wicked grin that looked far too sinful to be on an angel’s face.
“Are you starting to remember who I really am, beloved?”
I swallowed as he hooked his thumbs on my underwear and pulled upward, tightening the fabric around my swollen folds.
“You’re…” my voice faltered when he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the fabric, making me hiss.
It was both pleasurable and painful, just enough pressure to make blood rush to my core, but not enough stimulation to give me the sensation I wanted from his tongue.
“Azra…” I bit out when he did it again.
“I’m going to edge you,” he informed me, gently rolling his thumb over my nub, giving me an agonizingly minimal amount of pressure as the taut whip kept my legs open.
The vines holding me up seemed to sway to his command, swirling around my breasts and squeezing.
“You’re going to beg me to let you come, but still I won’t let you, not until I’m ready. ”
He licked me again, then nipped, making me cry out as pleasure and pain soared through my body.
The vines around my breasts tightened, pinching my bare nipples before relaxing.
When my mouth parted, I drank in fresh power mixed with the poison of the seed that Azra had ingested. It surprised me how much pleasure wafted off of him when I was the one he tormented.
My eyes went wide with realization as the memory fluttered to the surface.
I snapped my gaze down at him as my breath caught. “You’re…”
“Yes?” he asked, sliding my underwear to the side only near my opening. My wetness spilled out as he rimmed my skin with his fingers, tormenting me when he didn’t go inside or move the fabric off of my clit.
He ran his tongue in a circle, making my body throb with need.
“Azra, please,” I begged, squeezing my eyes closed as the torment filled me with a raw ache. The lines of the whip dug into my ankles as I strained to close my legs, to stop the increase of lust that would drive me mad.
“Say it,” he commanded me, tugging on the fabric, giving me a slight amount of pressure on my aching clit.
“Purgatory’s… Torturer…” I said out through heavy breaths.
I remembered who they were now.
Azrael.
Samael.
They weren’t perfect angels with white wings.
No.
They were worse than the Fallen.
They were Purgatory’s Torturers, immortal experts in the art of pain and suffering.
And right now… Azrael exuded pleasure and fed my succubus with all the power she could possibly want.
Because tormenting me was another form of worship for my angels. It made us the perfect match.
I felt like I deserved to be punished.
… And Azrael was about to deliver.