Azazel
I don’t know what to do at this point. One thing I do know is that I came in my pants like a bloody green schoolboy after having an intense make-out session with this woman. That has definitely never happened to me. No woman has ever made me feel such intense emotion. I can’t think when I’m around her, and I tend to bugger things up. I look towards her stiff form and resist the urge to groan at the memory of how delicious her skin and her luscious lips taste. I was honestly trying to calm her down before she hurt herself. However, a part of me feels hurt by her rejection. Call it unreasonable, but I wanted her to accept me for what I am. Of course, we just had that heated sexual encounter, so it must not have been that big a deterrent.
I have to bite the inside of my mo
Zoe “Who are you?” I ask the good-looking dark man standing before me. Something about the way he gazes at me makes my skin crawl. It feels like he could see deep inside my soul. It’s a wet and dreary night out. I was just walking home from working at the fabric factory when I ran into this man. My best girl, Clara, and I planned on visiting the new speakeasy in town. Apparently, the proprietor is very handsome. The man steps in front of me, snapping me out of my thoughts. This is not the first time I’ve seen him, though. I saw him several days ago when I was at the juice joint near Lexington. He was drinking hooch and talking to that Milquetoast Lenny. My friend Clara spotted him right away. The gent is quite handsome if you can overlook his sinister appearance. He has pitch black hair and dark as sin eyes. He’s tall with pale skin and a toned body u
Azazel I can’t believe that the woman I’m meant to be with bloody crept away from my room this morning. I woke up hours ago to find my bed empty. I guess I didn’t expect her to run away from me after making love this morning. I rolled over in my bed feeling hard and needy for her and nearly ripped the room apart when I noticed she wasn’t there. I don’t know how to feel about her departure. Something inside me feels dejected at her easy dismissal of our encounter. Needless to say, my demon was extremely upset over our mate’s conduct. I cannot believe that I slept so soundly that I did not hear her leave. I am at a loss. I have to presume that the reason why I did not wake is that, for the first time in my immortal existence, I let my guard down. All of these centuri
Zoe I straighten my dress as I step out of the locker room and leave Azazel behind. My body is still quaking from the encounter. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and walk back to the bar. Two of the waitresses that I was speaking to earlier spot me as soon as I reach the bar. Kat, a brash redhead with a mane of wild red hair and a bust that is too large to be real, raises her eyebrows with an inquiring look. “So…” She says with a snicker. “…you and that really hot gladiator, Azazel. Do tell?” The other girl, Sadie, moves closer with an interested smile. I roll my eyes and look around nervously, then shake my head. “It’s…complicated,” I answer with a grimace. She clucks her tongue and wags her index finger near my face. “No, honey. We want to know everything. And with the way he carried you out of here, I’m sure
Azazel My lady can sing. That was the first thought I had when I saw her step onto the stage. She looked incredible in her fitted dress. I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight. And her voice. There is no way to describe how beautiful she sounded. Unfortunately, it also answered my question of who the siphon was. To any other human, she looked normal. However, any supernatural being who saw her would see her glowing skin and radiant neon blue eyes. My mate is a Siren. And she's in trouble. Fallon, Mikhail, and I gasp in shock when her body begins to vibrate. I watch in horror as dark waves glow around her body like a malignant halo, and her eyes dim like black obsidian pools. I can tell that she's not in control of herself anymore. Tears are running down her face, and her arms were quaking. 
Chapter 19: Things just get weirder and weirderZoe I can’t believe what I’m hearing. My life has taken so many turns, but I never expected it to get this bizarre. I feel like Alice down the rabbit hole. There’s no other explanation, though. It’s beyond coincidental that I’ve seen this man before. He’s the man from my nightmares. The one who has killed me. I struggle in his arms, feeling some kind of electricity vibrating around us. My stomach flips as I become weightless. I feel like when I used to ride the Splash Mountain ride at Disney. I remember the excitement of going up the mountain and the way my body would float before it would plunge down. That’s how I feel right now, weightless. My eyes burn as a sharp beam of light burns through my retinas. My h
Chapter 20: Sometimes, making the right choice is not easyAzazel We’ve all departed from hell and are now standing in my temporary living area as reluctant allies. Fallon and I are standing side by side with our arms crossed expectantly. And Zoe is sitting huddled on my couch with her arms wrapped around her chest protectively. Lucifer, that arrogant arsehole, is leaning casually on the mantle of my marble fireplace. The bastard looks around bored as if he has not a care in the world. I had never felt such a surge of hatred as I do this moment. I want to rip his bloody wings into ribbons and watch him bleed until I’m satisfied. Fallon clears his throat and uncrosses his arms. “Shall we begin then?” Zoe flinches but remains where she is. Fallon looks over at me expectan
Zoe I close my eyes half-mast as my body shudders with wave after wave of pleasure. I dig my knees hard into Azazel’s back and arch my hips to ride him harder. The shower’s water rains down over us, gliding down my neck and the mounds of my breasts sensually. It feels so good, like being caressed by butterflies. Azazel gasps ecstatically as he pounds harder into my body. His shoulders stiffen, and his thighs strain with every pump of his hips. I can see the tendons of his neck straining and his chest heaving with every penetration. Looking through the fog of the water, I gaze at his wet lashes and swollen lips. I want to devour him. No one had ever made me feel this right. Placing a soft kiss on his lips, I nip lightly at his bottom lip and brush my tongue with his. I woke up earlier this
Azazel Mathias’ place is very similar to my building. As Mikhail steers the vehicle closer, I look at the large brownstone and wonder what Zoe would think of my club and my apartment. I can’t wait to show her my home. My thoughts turn to a more serious note when I think about what she’d say if I asked her to move in with me. Would she even consider it? Or would I be moving too fast? It’s just too confusing to think about it. I guess I never considered how complicated relationships would be. What I do know is that I’m in love with her. I’ve never felt that way about a woman before. What I felt for Nevaeh pales in comparison to the blazing passion I feel for Zoe. There is definitely no comparison. That’s another thing that I don’t know how to bring u