Chapter 89
Chapter 89
Eden
My heart won’t stop thumping. I’ve just told Azriel that I love him, and now his violet eyes hold mine like a lifeline. Those eyes are soft and unguarded it makes him look less, like the monster he has become, and more like the Azriel I once knew. The one who teases me and drove me home from school.
He whispers, “Are you sure?”
My throat is tight. “I’m afraid of you… but I still love you.”
His breath hitches. For a heated second, he just stares at me like I’m a miracle. Then his hand rises. It trembles slightly. Hesitating. And then it cups my cheek. Gently. Like he is scared of breaking me.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear: that,” he murmurs.
“Long?” I ask, teasing him gently.
He chuckles. “Don’t make fun of me.”
Then he kisses me.
It’s not rough. It’s a worship. Like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he closes his eyes.
It awakens a need between my legs. So strong that I have to climb into his lap to straddle him. Azriel doesn’t mind. He kisses me deeper and when my hands stroke his chest, he trembles. Not with lust. With restraint.
“You’re still shaking,” I whisper.
“I’m always shaking,” he murmurs against my lips. “You make it stop.”
I trail my hands down his magnificent chest. High–faes are so gorgeous. He is all porcelain skin. I watch that perfection until I reach the parts that are jagged with black scales shimmering like polished obsidian. His body is a battlefield of light and dark.
I don’t mind one bit.
My nightgown slips off my shoulder. His gaze follows it. Then he lifts it over my head slowly, like unwrapping a present.
When he sees me, really sees me, his eyes widen. I can see the need in them and even see it in his wings. The shift behind him. Instinctive and fluid. One folds around my back, the other strokes the curve of my thigh. The soft underside is warmer than I imagined. Almost silky.
“You like that?” he asks, voice like gravel and velvet.
Joffer a smile. “It’s like being touched by night itself.”
He shudders. “You always say things that make me fall harder.”
I undo the ties of his pants, and he lets me, watching like he can’t believe I’d want him.
“Let me see you,” I say.
He strips off his shirt. And it’s like seeing a god unclothed. Broad chest, corded with muscle. Black veins shimmer beneath his skin. His tors raw beauty of someone powerful and barely held together.
“You’re beautiful,” I say.
“I’m cursed.”
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“Then let me love the curse too.”
Something breaks in his eyes.
He kisses me again. Harder this time. Then lays me down.
His weight presses into me, but never too much. He moves with practiced grace, his body a weapon and a worshipper all at once. My gown is gone with a swipe of his claws.
Hé hovers above me, taking in every inch.
“You’re perfect,” he breathes. “So fucking perfect.”
His mouth trails down my throat, between my breasts, over my stomach. One powerful feathered wing lifts my back. Another curls around my leg and lifts it over his shoulder.
Dexterous things.
I’m about to ask him about his wings, but that’s when his tongue slides between my thighs. I feel it on my clit. It’s the place where I need him most. A fire burns and I moan, devastated by how good it feels..
“Az… Azriel…” I moan.
He smiles against my wet pussy. “Mhm?”
The vibrations when he hums make me shudder. “I…I need you.”
“Patience, Eden.”
His tongue licks me slower. I close my eyes, moaning louder. Its torture. His slow licks. Teasing sucks. I’m half–dead and squirming when his tongue circles my clit while two fingers thrust deep into my heat, curling with expert precision.
“Azriel,” I pant.
“Mhm?”
“P–please.”
“Say it again… With my name.”
“P–please, Azriel.”
“Louder.”
His controlled voice makes me shatter and I scream my name when I do it. He groans when he hears it. As if my pleasure turns him on. It probably does. I just don’t have time to process it since I’m convulsing.
Breaking.
Falling.
It feels like magic.
He rises over me after I’m done trembling.
He’s hard. Massive. And he hesitates.
“Are you sure you can take me?”
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1 laugh, voice shaking. “We’re mates. I was made to take you.”
He cocks his head and gives me a look that makes my heart melt. I realize then that this isn’t just about lust. This is me choosing him. Choosing the brokenness, the darkness, the bond… and all the pain it might bring.
He thrusts into me in one deep, delicious stroke.
The bond between us ignites like a fla
Magic explodes in the room. Shadows twist and lift my body while foxfire flickers over our skin. His black wings spread wide, glorious and overwhelming.
One supports my hips. Another curls behind my shoulders, cradling me as he moves.
And gods, does he move.
Each thrust is deep, hungry, claiming. I wrap my legs around his waist, panting his name, clawing at his back. He kisses my jaw. My neck. My mouth. It’s like he’s trying to taste every inch of me.
“You’re mine,” he says again and again. “You were made for me.”
His voice is harsh, raw with need.
“You feel like heaven,” I gasp.
His cock goes deeper in me and he fucks me harder. I’m loving every second of it. Sounds that I would be embarrassed to hear if I weren’t in such pleasure leave my lips. Azriel groans when he hears them. And when we come undone, his wings lock around us.
I fall first. Arching. Crying out. The world splits and turns into stars.
Azriel follows with a low, desperate growl. His release crashes through me, and the bond surges again, binding us with threads of magic.
When we collapse, it’s into each other.
He holds me. Kisses my temple.
“I’m not ready to let go,” I whisper.
“Then don’t,” he breathes.
And I don’t.
I bury my face in his scent and the skin on his chest. Then I let him cradle me with his big arms and massive wings. I close my eyes. Let him kiss my scalp like I’m made of light and not someone who once feared him.
Eventually, sleep comes.
And when it does, I dream.
I’m standing by a crossroads. One path is dark and filled with mist. The other leads deeper into a forest where lightning flashes in the distance.
“You have to choose,” says a familiar voice.
I turn.
My fox is there, all nine tails swaying behind her like a banner of flame.
“What am I choosing between?” I ask.
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She looks toward the forest road. “Staying with Azriel as he is won’t make either of you whole. He is cracking. And you are the glue.”
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Then her gaze is on the mist. “The other path is uncertain because you haven’t written it yet.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re not bound to this timeline,”
I blink. “Are you saying I can go back?”
She tilts her head. “You always wanted to.”
“And the cost?”
She steps closer. “Your magic. All of it.”
My chest tightens.
But I don’t run.
I reach for Azriel’s hand, but… My fingers pass through empty air.
He isn’t there.
I wake with a start. Alone in bed. The scent of him clings to my skin, but the warmth is fading.
And I whisper the only word I can.
“Azriel.”
If I go back… I might never hold him like this again.
