Chapter 141 My Angel | 034
NOELLE
"On your knees, Angel. I need to feel that pretty mouth wrapped tight around me," Azren says, and heat rushes through my body at the command.
Sitting there like that on the couch with that lazy glint in his eyes, he looks hot as hell. Like a freaking sex god.
I smile, leaning in to kiss him. I reach for his jacket, tugging the fabric off his broad shoulders. Then I unbutton his shirt, keeping my gaze locked on his. He watches me like a hungry predator, his blue eyes glowing subtly.
Once his shirt is fully off, I lean in to swirl my tongue over his nipple. He groans, his hand settling on the back of my head.
"Fuck," he moans, the sound of his voice making my toes curl.
I graze my teeth over the hardened flesh, smiling when he tosses his head backwards. I slide my hand down his abs, cupping the thick weight of him through his pants.
He's already so hard and so thick. It makes me wet just thinking about taking him deep into my mouth.
Gently, I kiss my way down his body, his chest heaving as my nipples drag along his skin.
"You're so hot, Angel. Are you trying to kill me with all that teasing?" He utters, his voice raw.
"Come on now, I haven't even started yet," I whisper in a sultry voice, pressing a kiss to his bellybutton.
His gorgeous abs flex, his breathing quickening.
I sink to my knees between his spread thighs, the floor cool against my skin. My hands shake a little as I reach for his belt, my nerves and hunger twisting together.
I unbuckle his belt, pop the button on his pants, drag the zipper down, and tug everything lower.
His cock springs free, heavy and flushed, and...
There it is.
A thick silver barbell straight through the head, the balls glinting wet with precum already.
"Do you like it?" Azren's voice is rough, one hand sliding into my hair. "Show me how much."
I lean in, lapping the bead of precum right over the piercing. He hisses, his hips twitching. I swirl around the metal bar, feeling how it shifts under my tongue, cool against his hot skin, then I suck the swollen head into my mouth.
"Fuck—yes, Angel, just like that," he growls.
I take more, hollowing my cheeks and sliding down until the piercing bumps the roof of my mouth.
The bar presses firmly against my tongue with every bob, adding that wicked extra texture.
I suck harder, my tongue playing with the balls of the piercing, tracing the bar, feeling him throb heavier. His breathing is strained now, the veins at his neck pulsing.
I massage his base, licking along his thick length until his moans become growls. That should scare me, but I find it insanely sexy.
"Do you like my mouth, Daddy?" I whisper, sucking his head lightly.
His hips buck and he lets out a soft laugh.
"No, baby girl. I love it," he pants. "I'm so close—"
His breath hitches, his grip on my hair tightening.
Azren starts to move with shallow thrusts at first, testing how deep I can take him. The piercing drags along my tongue with every slide in, the metal balls bumping the roof of my mouth, sending little shocks through me. I gag softly when he pushes deeper, but I don't pull away. I want this. I want him using my throat like it's his favourite place.
"Oh, good girl," he rasps. "Open wider for me, Angel. Let me fuck that pretty mouth properly."
I relax my jaw, keeping my tongue flat, my eyes watering as he slides all the way in. The piercing hits the back of my throat on every thrust now, making me choke around him, drool spilling down my chin.
Tears slide down my cheeks, but the way he looks down at me—like I'm everything he needs—makes it feel filthy and perfect.
He picks up speed, the wet sounds filling the room. His balls tighten against my chin, and I feel him swell thicker, the bar pressing harder.
"Gonna come, baby," he warns, his voice strained. "Gonna fill this sweet throat—shit—take it all."
With one last deep thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can go. A shudder rolls through him, and my goodness, the sinful sound he makes shoots straight to my jealous pussy. I swallow desperately around him, milking every spurt.
He lets out a guttural moan, his hips jerking through the aftershocks, holding me there until he's done.
When he finally pulls out, a thick string of spit and cum connects my swollen lips to his glistening cock.
He exhales roughly, then he leans down to kiss me. When he pulls back, his smirk is lazy and sated.
"You're a fucking dream," he says, his voice soft. "But we're both a mess. Shower?"
I nod, still dazed, my thighs trembling. Before I can stand, he scoops me up effortlessly, turning so my front presses to his back.
I wrap my arms around his neck and hook my legs around his waist like a koala, clinging tight.
My sticky breasts squash against his warm skin, my nipples dragging with every step he takes towards the stairs.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. "Feeling clingy tonight, baby?"
One big hand slides down to cup my ass, giving it a firm, playful smack that makes me yelp and then moan.
"Careful," I whisper against his neck, nipping his earlobe. "Or I'll never let go."
"Good," he growls, smacking the other cheek as he carries me. "Because I don't want you to."
If only I wasn't on my period. Ugh.
...
Much later, we have dinner together in the dining room. This time I try to actively zone out while eating just to avoid thinking about the amount of food that gets in. But then when I think about what happened earlier, I end up blushing hard.
I glance at Azren. He’d been on his phone earlier. But now, he’s just…staring…at me. No, that’s not right. He’s zoning out too and isn’t eating.
Did they find Sabrina yet? I can’t help but wonder.
Worried, I reach for him across the table, running my thumb over his ring.
“Honey?” I whisper, and his gaze refocuses on me. “What’s wrong?”
He lowers his gaze to his half-finished meal. Then he sighs and rubs his forehead.
“I’m sorry,” he breathes, and my eyes go wide.
“For what?”
He leans in to prop his elbow on the table, his cheek resting on his palm. His hair tips over his left eye, his other eye fixed on me.
“Earlier, I…needed a distraction. I feel like I used you—”
“Stop,” I say, and he blinks.
“Let me be your distraction, babe. You can use me,” I tell him, and he swallows hard, lowering his head slightly.
But I can already see the tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“You’re getting too good at this, pretty Noelle,” he breathes, and I smile.
“At what?”
He tilts his head a little, his gaze locking with mine. “Making my heart lose its shit.”
A giggle slips out of me, heat creeping up my face. I still can’t believe that someone like him feels that much for me. It’s such a relief.
“Talk to me. What's on your mind?” I ask, running my thumb over his knuckles rhythmically.
“My mum,” he rasps. “She collapsed earlier today. Apparently, her heart is acting up.”
My stomach twists into knots. “Az…”
He sighs, shaking his head. “I’m not sure if you noticed, but she’s only human. So, I’ve always been extremely protective of her. Dad, too. I’ve never seen him look so shaken the way I did today.”
“How was she before you left?” I ask gently, a lump in my throat.
“She kept telling me that she’s fine. But I just…I have a gut feeling I can’t shake off. Something is wrong. I don't know what it is, and it’s…stressing me out.”
Swallowing hard, I rise to my feet and move over to his side, stepping between his legs to hug him. He rests his head on my belly, releasing an exhale.
“She’s going to be fine,” I tell him, stroking his hair. “She’s the kindest person I’ve ever met, you know? I also think she’s also very strong. Having a family full of supernaturals isn’t an easy feat.”
Azren snorts. “It isn’t.”
He looks up at me, and I cup his handsome face with both hands.
“Thank you for being here,” he utters.
I lean down and press my lips to his forehead.
“You’re welcome.”
“How was school today? Did you catch up with your friends?” He asks, and I wince.
“I didn’t…really—”
Understanding dawns across his features. “But you made new friends, though?”
I nod.
He smiles. “I’ve got something for you. A little gift. I hope you’ll like it.”
I perk up, grinning. “What gift?”
Just then, his phone rings out on the table. He stares at it for a moment. Then he answers the call and sets it on speaker. An unfamiliar masculine voice speaks up.
“Alpha…uh…we found… Sabrina.”
My eyes go wide, my heart skipping a beat.