Chapter 118 My Angel | 011
NOELLE
Holy shit. Did I really just say that? The words hang in the air like smoke, thick and daring, and I can see the exact moment they hit him. Azren's eyes darken to midnight storms, his nostrils flaring as if he's scenting my arousal all over again.
My heart slams against my ribs, but I don't back down.
My body is screaming for him, wet and aching from that filthy promise of "a lot of fucking."
I've written scenes like this a hundred times under my secret pen name—werewolf alphas claiming their mates in savage, unrelenting ways, wrecking them until they're sobbing messes of need. But this?
This is real. And God, I want it to hurt so good.
He grabs my hand before I can second-guess, his grip firm and possessive, his fingers wrapping around my wrist like a cuff.
“Come here," he growls, dragging me through the registry hallway. My heels click frantically to keep up, but he doesn't slow down.
We weave past a few lingering clerks, their eyes sliding over us curiously, but Azren doesn't give a fuck.
He spots a discreet corner near the back that is half-hidden by a potted plant and a space hidden away from prying eyes but close enough that the thrill of getting caught sends a fresh gush of heat between my thighs.
He shoves me against the wall, his body crowding mine, one hand pinning my wrists above my head while the other slides up my dress, bunching the fabric at my hip.
His breath is hot against my ear, ragged and feral.
"You," he murmurs, dragging his teeth gently over the shell of my ear, nipping just hard enough to make me whimper, "are going to regret saying that, wife."
The word "wife" hits me like a spark to gasoline. I arch into him, my free hand clutching his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his abs tense under my fingers.
“Azren—"
His mouth crashes back to my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe again as his hand dives between my legs.
There’s no such thing as preamble or teasing when it comes to my husband. I’m learning that now.
His fingers shove my soaked panties aside and plunge inside me, three thick digits curling deep.
“Fuck, you're dripping," he rasps, his voice a guttural growl that vibrates through my core. "Is this what you meant by the whole damn course? My little slutty wife, begging to be wrecked right here where anyone could see?"
I cry out, the sound muffled against his shoulder as he pumps his fingers harder, his thumb grinding ruthless circles over my swollen clit.
It's filthy and brutal, his knuckles slamming against my slick folds with every thrust.
I’m moaning like a bitch in heat, unimaginable sounds slipping from my lips as he fucks me good with his amazing fingers.
The wet, obscene squelch echoes in the quiet corner, making me grow even wetter.
And the moment my legs buckle, he holds me up, his body a wall of heat and muscle, trapping me as he fingers me like he owns every inch of my pussy. Which he does. Stars above, he does.
The first orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer to the chest, ripping through me in waves that make my vision blur.
I sob into his neck, tears spilling hot down my cheeks, my walls clenching around his fingers so tight he growls in approval.
“That's it, Angel. Come for your husband. Flood my hand like the needy little whore you are."
He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge.
The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs.
I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut.
Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more.
But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispers filth.
“Look at you, crying on my fingers. You want to be used, don't you? Wrecked until you're sobbing my name and dripping my cum?"
"Yes—fuck, yes, Daddy," I gasp, the word slipping out again, desperately.
My second orgasm crashes harder, my legs giving out completely as I convulse around him, soaking his hand, his wrist, and the floor beneath us.
He holds me through it, his fingers slowing but not stopping. Azren milks every last tremor until I'm a boneless, weeping mess slumped against him.
He pulls his hand out slowly, brings his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean with a low, satisfied groan.
“So fucking sweet," he murmurs, his eyes locked on mine, dark with promise. "But we're not done, wife. Not even close. I want more. I want everything."
I nod through my tears, still shaking, my body humming with aftershocks.
“Take it," I whisper, my voice ragged. “Use me. Wreck me. Please, Daddy."
His smirk is pure sin as he adjusts my dress, wiping my tears with his thumb before licking that too.
“Oh, I will, Angel. Let's get home. Your bed's waiting, and so's my cock."
Those words shoot straight to my throbbing pussy, my walls clenching around nothing. I want to be filled by him. I want to be fucked brainless. I want daddy’s cum to fill me up.
I guess Haden was right. I am a slut.
As we head back out with him holding my hand, I’m hyperaware of every eye that lands on me. Because the evidence of the filthy act that had just happened between Azren and me is still under my dress.
I’m mortified by how much darkness he brings out of me. But, damnit, it also feels exhilarating. Like an intoxicating taste of freedom.
Haden isn’t here, showering me with cruelty.
Mum and Dad aren’t breathing down my neck. There’s no Alex or Eleanor mocking me to my face.
Everything suddenly seems clearer with my husband walking beside me.
I know it’s cringy. But I have never felt so free.
“Is there anything you would like to do?” Azren asks gently as we head down the never-ending hallway.
He’s matching his pace to mine, and that is so cute.
“Anything like what?” I ask, and he gives me a small smile. I’m blinded instantly in that moment. It’s not even a full smile. But it lights up his entire face.
He looks so gorgeous in his black suit. His hair is styled perfectly, a few strands lingering on his face. Black diamond stud earrings are in his ears, and it’s hard not to notice the tiny piercings in his left brow. The slash in his right brow makes him look mischievous and sexy as hell.
A full ten, that’s what he is.
Or maybe not. Maybe he just breaks the whole damn scale.
“…Noelle?” I blink when he snaps his fingers in front of my face.
I look up with a jolt, heat creeping up my neck. “Huh?”
“I asked what you want to do, Mrs Lakewood,” he says, and I smile shyly.
“I’m still in school. One year left before my finals. I’ve missed a lot. I’m worried I won’t be able to catch up. But I really want to finish. I want to work in an office too," I tell him, and his smile widens.
“Alright. That will be sorted out.”
My eyes go wide, my heart skipping a beat. Tears well up in my eyes. “R-really?”
He nods. “Of course.”
We keep moving, my emotions clogging my throat. Suddenly he sighs.
“I planned on waiting for you to talk about it, but I’ve never been the patient type. I want you to tell me what happened with Haden.”
I freeze, my feet halting.
“I…” my voice cracks, my chest heaving as a strong wave of panic consumes me.
I’m suddenly shaking, my ears ringing.
I hear Azren curse vaguely, moving over to stand before me and pulling me in his arms.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You don’t have to tell me. I’m really sorry.” He sounds like he’s in pain.
The haze starts to clear as the knowledge that someone else is hurting for my sake sinks in.
“Thank you,” I whisper, holding him tight.
He presses his lips to my hair.
“I’ll tell you when I’m ready, is that okay?” I whisper.
“Yes, Angel. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be there,” he replies, and I close my eyes, relieved.
“Dumpster?”
I freeze at the sound of the eerily familiar voice, every muscle in my body going rigid.