Chapter 4 - Lazriel #2
I finished placing my clothes down, then rose to my full height, turning toward the large clearing and cracking my neck, preparing to call the wolf and the vampire as one.
But then a familiar rush of power caught my attention, pulling me up short.
A chill whispered across all my exposed skin.
A very welcome chill. One that had my breath catching, my cock reacting fucking fiercely.
And then, just as suddenly, purple magic erupted right in front of me.
Velra burst from it and lunged at me.
It wasn’t enough to knock me back.
But her shadows slithering around my wrists and ankles, then tugging harshly, sure were, as she used them to slam me up against a tree and pin me there, spreadeagle.
“Missed you, sweets,” she crooned, as she strutted the short distance to me where her shadows had one fuck of a sexy dominating hold on me.
I grinned. “My fucking Wraithqueen.”
Her eyes flamed in that gorgeous lustful way.
Yeah, she fucking liked that from me.
“Thought we were meeting a little later for lunch?”
“I got out of class early.” She stopped in front of me and pressed her cold hands to my overheating chest. It felt like heaven, making me moan out just at that slight touch. “Figured I’d have my dessert first.”
Mmm. “Then take your fill, love.”
She ran her hands over my pecs, down my stomach, feeling up my abs. “You know, there’s still something I haven’t shown you yet.”
“What’s that?”
She smiled coyly, then her purple power sparked on her palms against my skin. It had me jolting.
That was just the start of it as I watched four shimmering purple hands running all over my chest. Shit.
She dropped to her knees and gasped my thighs.
Our gazes clashed and then she had me crying out as she opened her mouth and her frost ghosted over my cock, the freezing intensity of it a cross between pleasure and pain.
She smirked, dug her nails into my thighs, then dove down onto my cock, swallowing me all the way to the back of her throat.
I roared out into the forest as the freezing cold of her frost tormented my dick in an earth-shattering way that I couldn’t make head or tail of. I bucked against the tree, writhing against her shadow restraints forcing me to take what she gave me.
She bobbed her head wildly, her tongue swirling ravenously, even her teeth working their will on me. And that frost… motherfucking shit.
“Velra… yeah… fuck!”
Pleasure raged like a storm. The four magical hands that felt exactly like hers pushed it higher, sweeping over my body, flicking and pinching between strokes.
It was sensory overload to the max.
I threw my head back, fur sprouting on the backs of my hands, on my right thigh, my claws bursting free.
She had me jolting as she shifted her grip on my ass, then spread my cheeks open, a moment before I felt her thumb teasing my hole. A flare of magic and it became slippery with lube, and she sank it in deep.
My fangs dropped and I snarled ferociously.
“Ungh… gonna come… ease up. Need to be inside you.” I panted, thrashing in the restraints. “I can’t hold it… give me a second or—”
It was too late.
She ripped her mouth off my cock, purposely scoring my shaft with her teeth on the way up, and it sent me over the edge, bliss wracking my body.
The intensity of it all had me basically fucking convulsing against the tree, as I shot my warm cum all over her neck, cheeks, and her breasts encased in that sexy leather corset.
She grinned and rose to her feet and grasped my jaw.
“Snarl for me again, my mouthwatering feral beloved.”
I smirked, then gave her that snarl, the vampire and wolf colliding in a perfect primal symphony of desperate need and no-holds-barred devotion.
A tremble of excitement rolled through her and I heard her pulse picking up even more than was already the case in her highly turned-on state. And of course her purple eyes flared gorgeously too.
She trailed her fingers over her cheek, gathering my cum that had caught it, then she had me groaning as she slid them into her mouth and sucked them clean, little moans escaping her as she tasted me.
“Shit, woman.”
She pushed her breasts against me and angled her throat. “Lick me clean, sweets.”
Jeez. I was dying. This… all of it… fuck, it was another level.
In the next second, she released my right wrist from her shadows, and then I was wrapping my hand around her nape and jerking her to me.
Gasps and panting erupted from her as I lashed my tongue all over her skin, tasting her and myself all at once.
She ground against me, rolling her hips in desperation that called to my own. I was already standing to attention for her again and fucking bursting with need.
I could never get enough.
Fucking never.
I finished with a long, slow lick across the tops of her breasts that had her digging her fingers into my hips.
Then I pulled on all that strength inside me, weaponizing the Ancient blood that could fuel me hella intensely, and yanked myself free from her shadows.
The shock of it had her sucking in a harsh breath, a little wince making it clear it had hurt a bit. But I knew how she was when she got in this sexual headspace, and sure enough, that pain sent her to new heights and she moaned for me, gyrating against me.
“Yes,” she breathed. “More.”
I started. “More?”
“Hurt me.”
That wasn’t… what I’d just done was as far as it went with us in that respect.
Where pain was concerned, it had to be barely anything and swallowed by pleasure.
She saw my hesitation and she linked her arms around my neck, gazing all intensely up at me. “Do it. Hurt me, Lazriel.”
I swallowed hard.
And then I ripped her hands off me and lunged at her with a growl.
She squealed as I drove her down to the ground on her front.
Those squeals ramped up as I shredded all that hot leather from her body with my wolf claws, purposely nicking her in the process a little, just enough to give her a sting, a taste of the hurt she’d begged me for.
I stared at the rivulets of blood running down her back, the call of it getting to me.
I couldn’t.
Her blood was toxic to me.
Been there, done that.
I couldn’t repeat it.
It would make me sick—and worse, it would upset her to see me like that because of her own blood.
So I wrenched her around onto her back, then spread her thighs open, before dipping down and dragging my fangs over her lace panties, using them to tear the fabric to shreds. Without nicking her this time.
When I was done, she grabbed my head before I could lift it and urged me to her.
I saw her gaze drop to my dick, which was now half wolfed out.
“Do it,” she told me. “I want to feel it like that.”
No. “Can’t,” I told her, grasping one of her hands on me and easing it off.
“Lazriel.”
“I’ll damage your sweet little cunt, love.”
“I told you, I want you to hurt me.”
“Not like that.” Never like that.
“I can take it,” she gritted out.
“Velra—”
She shoved me off her and pushed to her feet. “Fine. Gotta protect the weak link, right? I get it.”
“What are you talking about?”
A spark of her magic had me jolting as she had me clothed in my tank and tactical pants.
Message brutally received. Fuck session over and done with.
“When Morien attacked, I had to be saved by you, Remnant, and Sylas.”
“That’s not exactly the way it happened. That’s a wild oversimplification and fucked-up framing. We were dealing with an extremely high-level magical attack. And Cassius, Kai and Ryker were all compromised too. Even Ketheron. Remember me being thrown clear across the forest?”
“It’s not just a one-off thing for me!” she yelled, tugging at her hair. “Sorin murdered me and Sylas killed himself to save me. Kai and Cornelius risked themselves too. All to save my stupid ass! All because of me!”
“That’s not—”
“Then even before that, Cassius tainted himself forever to tether me and bring me back from death, the very thing that created the Soul Brand! He lost his True Celestial status to save me! He became Fallen!”
“He became Fallen for way more than that. He was already on the chopping block before he even first arrived on this plane to train Ariana. Sylas told me that and his intel comes straight from Kai, somebody who was in the thick of it all back then.”
“I was still a factor. Saving me was still a factor. All these people… all of you… all making so many sacrifices, all enduring so much pain… because of me.”
“You’re rewriting history. You realize that Cassius is only still alive because of you?
You demonstrated massive power by pulling him out of the Celestial Plane when he was trapped there during the Severance.
That night when Rennick attacked Sylas and our reckless necromancer had been on one of his vigilante missions and overexerted himself and he was desiccating, we only got him to that serum, only accessed it too, because of you.
It was glossed over with everything else that happened that night, but, yeah, you saved his life.
You’ve calmed the volatility of Sylas fucking Morgrave!
More times than you even realize. You changed him, helped him regain his humanity.
You changed me. You made me feel safe, made me feel loved.
And you sure as fuck have changed Cassius—majorly.
This thing that we have between the four of us—it’s all you, love.
It wouldn’t have been possible without you, it wouldn’t have grown into the special bond that it is without you either. ”
She stilled, staring out at me, awestruck.
Had she really not seen any of that?
Her trauma had definitely been triggered, I knew that. The nightmare with Morien had exacerbated it majorly.
But this was the first time she’d shown any evidence of it impacting her—beyond her coming to me twice a day for a whole lot of rough fucking.
She hadn’t begged me to hurt her before, though. This had to be it coming to a head, or maybe at least starting to leak out.
Shit.
Her shoulders slumped and then she sank to the grass.
She blew out a breath and drew her knees up to her chin, wrapping her arm around them, as she played with the grass with her free hand.
I went to her and sat down beside her.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
“For expressing your feelings?” I stroked her hair. “Don’t pull a Sylas on me. Express away.”
A smile broke through. “No. I’m sorry for abruptly ending our sexcapades.”
“You’re the one who put the kibosh on their own orgasm. No apologies needed to me.”
A little chuckle sounded from her. She slapped my chest. “Oh, shut up.”
I grinned and wrapped my arm around her, tucking her into my side.
She melted into me. “Thank you… for what you said… reframing things.”
“Not reframing, just framing it accurately. You’re so very far from being a weak link and you deserve to know that, to recognize that, and to feel it down deep, Velra.”
She eased back a little, just enough to look up at me, while not pulling from my embrace.
“What?” I asked gently, as she beamed at me with a look I couldn’t quite place.
I waited with bated breath when she didn’t immediately respond.
Or for several long moments.
And then she swallowed hard and a beautiful smile spread over her face as she uttered, “I love you.”
I choked.
I stared.
I couldn’t… I couldn’t believe it.
Amusement twinkled in her eyes. “You heard me, right?”
“Heard you?” I croaked. “It’s gonna be burned into my memory forever.” I sucked in a breath. “You love me.” I smiled. “The incredible, stunning, powerhouse sweetheart, Velra Nox loves me.”
She giggled. “Lazriel.”
I lunged at her then and drove her down onto the grass, kissing her hair, her forehead, her cheek, her lips. “I love you. Fucking love you so much, my Wraithqueen.”
When I finally stopped, she linked her arms around my neck and held me tightly to her, keeping me so close.
I rolled her on top of me and banded my arms around her back as she rested her head against my chest, sinking into me so amazingly.
A wave of awareness rolled over me.
Not wanting to end this amazing moment between us, I discreetly followed the sensation, turning my head very slightly and reaching out mostly with my peripheral vision.
And there in the distance, only perceptible to those with animal or vampiric senses, was Cassius.
He stood camouflaged by the heavy foliage, smiling out at me.
I smiled back and he gave a nod of relief.
He must have felt her massive distress through the Soul Brand.
And now he’d witnessed this.
He winked at me, then teleported away.