Chapter 115 My Angel | 008
NOELLE
A shiver runs through my body as he ravages my lips like a hungry beast. This kiss is different from the ones from that night. My knees are shaking, my legs barely holding me up.
"Fuck," he breathes against my lips, his deep voice ragged.
I clutch at his shirt for dear life, moaning as he consumes my mouth in a frenzy. He gives me everything. Tongue, teeth and lips.
I'm soaking through my panties, desperate for some kind of relief. His hand slides down the curve of my hip, down to my thighs, leaving a scalding heat in its wake. He's so close.
So fucking close to where I need him the most. His fingers brush the top of my mound, and suddenly, he jerks away, panting.
"Azren—" I start to say, but he shakes his head, his hair dipping over his brow to fall into his eye.
His lips are swollen and wet. He takes a step backwards. Then, another. And he brings his hand to his beautiful hair, tugging harshly at it. I want to tell him to stop hurting himself. His grip looks so painful.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking," he apologizes, and I clench my fists, tears gathering in my eyes.
I hate those words now. I really, really hate it.
It makes me feel lonely because it's just another wall between us. So, I turn away to face the door.
"If you're doing this because you're trying to protect me, you're wrong. You don't have to do that. Marrying me is enough protection. Pulling away like that only hurts me," I tell him and step into the room, shutting the door behind me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, suddenly disgusted at myself. Why was I suddenly acting like a desperate whore? Especially after Haden? Why couldn't I control myself around Azren?
The room suddenly spins, a strange ringing in my ear. I gasp, collapsing to the floor before I can steady myself. Agony stabs through my stomach. I let out a cry of pain, curling in on myself. The back of my throat spasms, and suddenly, I'm vomiting on the floor.
The door slams open, and Azren rushes in. He freezes at the sight of me. Then he hurries in, pulling my head up against his chest. My body is covered in cold sweat, the metallic smell of blood filling the air. Tears sting my eyes, my whole body shaking.
"What's happening? What is this?" Azren's voice trembles as his large hands cup my face.
"Don't know," I croak, turning my face to the side to vomit again. My vision blurs slightly, and when it clears, I see the blood on the floor.
"Shit. That bastard must've poisoned you," he says, and I whimper, clutching at my belly.
"Am I going to die?"
He practically growls. "Not under my watch."
"Hurts," I gasp, tears sliding down my cheeks.
"Breathe, Angel. Look at me," he says, brushing my hair away from my sweaty face.
When I manage to look into his eyes, I find them glowing at the edges. A brilliant gold.
"I'm going to feed you my blood. It'll make you feel better. It might be uncomfortable, but I have to do this," he says, and I nod feverishly.
I just want the pain to stop. My brain barely even registers his words. I only know that he's offering to help.
He bites into his wrist, and fresh blood slides down his wrist from the punctures. Azren holds it to my lips, and I freeze.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Drink."
There's something about his tone that shatters my hesitation right away. So, I suck. He moans, his breathing shaky. With his other hand, he gently strokes my hair. Sparks shoot through my body as I drink from him. I can’t believe I’m doing this. How am I not throwing up yet?
"Good girl," he says, his voice dropping by an octave.
Shit.
"That's it, sweetheart," his breath hitches on the softest groan, but he doesn't stop stroking my hair.
Goosebumps rise on my skin, my body heating up. I can't believe... I can't believe I'm being turned on by the mere sound of his voice.
What do I do?
A pathetic whimper slips from my lips, and a tiny crease forms between his brows.
"Shhh, don't panic, hmm? You're going to be okay."
Why do I have the strongest urge to call him daddy?
The pain in my body vanishes, and in its place is a strange lethargy.
Suddenly, I'm too tired to drink. He pulls that hand away and scoops me up into his arms, rising.
"Thank you, Daddy," the words slip out before I can stop them. And the dirtiest smirk I've ever seen tugs at the corner of his lips.
"You're welcome, baby girl."
"Tired," I whisper, my eyelids slipping lower.
"I know. Daddy's going to take care of you," he replies, and my stomach flips.
Am I dreaming? Why does this seem like a whole personality switch?
"It's okay. Go to sleep, Angel. You'll feel better when you wake up."
My eyes slip closed, and I feel him press his soft lips to my forehead. I melt into his arms, his scent wrapping around me like a warm cocoon. Then everything fades to black.
...
Kisses trail from the ball of my feet to my ankle. Each press of lips is slow and sensual. My toes curl as the kisses pause at my knee. I hear a guttural purr, and my core begins to throb harder.
"Please," the word tumbles from my lips. A deep chuckle reaches my ear. Then those hot lips suck at the inside of my thighs.
"Such an impatient girl," the familiar voice teases, and I bite my lower lip, reaching blindly for his head.
He groans when my fingers grip his hair.
"More, Daddy. Please," I whisper.
The kisses travel up further, his lips closing around my aching clit. Then he suckles softly, and I let out a cry, my hips bucking....
I gasp awake in bed, surrounded by warm white sheets. The smell of lavender drifts into my nostrils as I sit up, my body still awfully sensitive from the nasty dream I just had.
I'm wearing a different shirt. It's black. Definitely Azren's. My cheeks heat up instantly.
So much for not wearing his clothes.
I glance around the room to find that it's sparkling clean. Hell, my skin feels soft and clean too. Did he bath me? My cheeks burn at the mere thought of it.
He really should stop being nice to me. My crush on him seems to be worsening into something diabolical.
My stomach grumbles, and I wince. I haven't eaten all day. My mind flashes back to the food Azren's mum brought in earlier. He'll let me share with him, won't he? What if he's greedy about food?
Dammit.
Shuffling out of bed, I make my way to the door and open it as quietly as I can. I don't want to alert him at all. Shutting the door behind me, I freeze at the possible thought that he can still hear me. Supernatural hearing and shit.
Just how powerful is he? I'm genuinely curious now. Slowly, I head down the hallway. The last thing I want to do is to accidentally bump into him. Especially not after the way I foolishly called him 'daddy'.
Down the hallway right after the stairs, there's a white door that's slightly ajar. I frown slightly, wondering if that's his room.
Voices float from the room, and I listen closely.
At first it's just low, ragged breathing—Azren's, deep and uneven, like he's fighting for control. Then a softer exhale joins it. Feminine.
My heart slams into my throat.
A woman.
I creep nearer, every instinct screaming to turn back, but my body won't obey. The door is ajar just enough for the sounds to spill out clearly.
Heavy breathing. Then a low, strained groan from him.
"Stay still," Azren orders, his voice tight. "Don't move. I've got it."
A small, impatient feminine huff answers.
"I can't wait," she says, her voice trembling with urgency. "I have to go deeper."
My blood turns to ice. Then fire.
He sighs.
"Fine," he mutters. "Move. Slowly."
His breathing turns harsher, punctuated by low curses under his breath.
"Fuck... just like that," he growls. "Don't rush it. Let me control the pace."
He's inside someone. Right now.
My hand clamps over my mouth so hard my teeth bite into my palm. Tears burn behind my eyes.
This can't be happening.
Azren steps out first. He’s shirtless, his skin gleaming with sweat. His chest is rising and falling hard, with fresh beads of perspiration on his collarbone. He freezes at the sight of me. And behind him, a beautiful blonde with insane curves steps out in a miniskirt and an off-shoulder blouse.
Azren’s eyes go wide as he takes in the sight of me. I take a step backwards.
“Stay away from me,” I say, and he reaches for me. I spin around, storming away.
“Noelle, wait! It’s not what you think!”