Chapter 185 My Angel | 078
NOELLE
We end up in his big leather chair. I’m curled sideways on Azren's lap, both of us still breathing hard. Azren has a pack of wet wipes in one hand and is cleaning me with slow, careful strokes between my thighs. Every gentle swipe makes my oversensitive clit twitch, my walls fluttering around nothing. My legs keep trembling against his.
I lean in and kiss him softly, tasting myself on his tongue. The kisses are slow and sweet now, nothing like the feral passion from minutes ago.
He wipes me again, right over my swollen clit, and I moan into his mouth, my hips jerking.
"Still pulsing for me," he murmurs against my lips. "Such a greedy little wife."
I smile, nuzzling his jaw. "I can't help it. You wrecked me."
He chuckles softly and keeps cleaning me with tender care, wiping away the evidence of our intense rounds.
After a moment, a small worry creeps in.
"Azren... doesn't it feel strange?" I ask, tracing a finger over the now-dulled runes on his chest. "The runes suddenly stopped burning you so badly. They were smoking yesterday. Now they're just... quiet."
He pauses, the wipe still pressed gently between my folds. His blue eyes meet mine, thoughtful but calm.
"Perhaps the werewolf corps don't want me dead just yet," he says with a slight shrug. "If I die now, the veil stays fractured. They still need me—or you—to fix it. So they're probably keeping the worst of it at bay for the moment."
I snort softly. "That's... annoyingly logical."
He smirks and leans in to kiss me again, slow and deep, while his hand continues its gentle work between my legs. I moan into the kiss as he wipes over my clit once more, the cool wipe making me shiver.
"Are you really feeling okay?" I whisper when we part, searching his face. "No more pain?"
His smirk turns wicked. "Why, Angel? Do you want more proof of my stamina already?"
I laugh breathlessly and kiss him softly, nipping his bottom lip. "Maybe. But right now I just want to know my husband isn't about to collapse on me again."
He kisses me back, deeper this time, then rests his forehead against mine.
"I'm much better. Thanks to you." His voice drops, thick with emotion. "Speaking of which... I heard from your driver that you went to see my parents this morning."
I nod, suddenly shy. "I went to see your dad. The wound is completely gone. He looked so much stronger when I left."
Azren freezes.
For several long seconds he just stares at me, his eyes wide and shimmering with gratitude, awe, and love so fierce it steals my breath away.
Then he cups my face with both hands and kisses me hard, almost desperately. His tongue slides against mine, claiming, thanking, and worshipping all at once.
"Thank you," he rasps when we finally break apart, his voice hoarse. "Thank you, Angel. You have no idea what that means to me. To us."
I smile, stroking his cheek. "I'm just glad I could help. He's your dad. He's family."
He searches my face carefully. "Are you okay? No side effects? No dizziness, no draining?"
"I'm fine," I assure him, smiling softly. "A little tired, but nothing bad. It felt... right."
He pulls me closer, burying his face in my neck for a moment, just breathing me in.
"Is it normal for my wolf to speak to me before my first shift?" I ask and he pulls back slightly, his eyes widening.
"She spoke to you?"
I nod and he grins. "Well, talk about impatience."
'You're gossiping about me already? Rude,' Blaze says and I blink, startled.
"Blaze?" I whisper out loud.
Azren pulls back, raising an eyebrow. "Blaze?"
I laugh softly, still a little dazed. "My wolf. She just spoke to me. She said I'm gossiping about her."
Azren's face lights up with a genuine, delighted laugh, the kind that makes his dimples pop and his eyes crinkle. It's so beautiful.
"Blaze, huh?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Fitting. Tell her I said hello... and that I'm looking forward to meeting her properly when she decides to come out and play."
I giggle, relaying the message silently. Blaze huffs in my mind, but there's clear amusement behind it.
A comfortable quiet settles between us for a moment. I trace lazy patterns on his chest, right over where the runes have finally calmed.
"Azren?" I ask gently.
"Hmm?"
"Azalea invited me to the pool party at the estate tonight. Can I go? Please?"
He tenses slightly beneath me.
"No," he says at first, his voice firm but tired. "It's not safe right now. With the runes, the New Order, Haden still out there somewhere—"
I cut him off by kissing him slowly, deeply, pouring every ounce of seduction I have into it. My hand slides down his chest as I whisper against his lips.
"Please, baby... Just one night. I'll make it worth your while. We can have as many rounds as you want after I get home. I'll even let you record me if you want.”
He groans, kissing me back hungrily, but still mutters, "Noelle..."
I kiss him again. "I'll wear that red lingerie you like. The one that barely covers anything. And I'll be extra loud for you tonight..."
His resolve is visibly cracking. His hands tighten on my hips.
"Angel..."
"Pretty please?" I whisper, grinding slowly on his lap. "For me?"
He exhales sharply, his eyes darkening with fresh hunger.
"...Fine," he finally caves, his voice rough. "But only because you're impossible to say no to."
I beam, kissing him triumphantly. "Thank you, husband."
He squeezes my ass, pulling me closer.
"You're going to pay for this seduction later," he warns, but there's a smile in his voice.
"I'm counting on it," I whisper back, already excited for tonight.
For one night, I can pretend the world isn't trying to tear us apart. Just one night of fun, laughter... and then all the filthy promises I just made. I can't wait.
...
The estate looks like something out of a magazine, with its sprawling lawn, glowing string lights, music pulsing from hidden speakers, and the massive pool shimmering under the night sky. Laughter and splashes echo everywhere.
Azalea invited her friends... and those friends clearly invited half the city.
I adjust the strap of my bikini top nervously as I walk up the path. I kept the denim shorts on over the bottoms for the drive, but they're already feeling too tight. My ring glints on my finger. I made sure it stayed on. A small reminder that I belong to someone.
"Noelle!" Azalea's excited squeal booms through the noise. She comes running over in a tiny silver bikini, her hair loose and wild, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She throws her arms around me in a gleeful hug.
"You came! I'm so happy you're here. Azren let you out of his sight? Miracle!"
I laugh, hugging her back. "He caved. Eventually."
She pulls back and looks me up and down, grinning. "You look so hot. Ready to have fun?"
I nod, a little nervous but determined. "Sure."
Azalea's eyes light up. "Perfect. Are you willing to drink anything tonight? Nothing crazy, just my special recipe."
The hair on the back of my neck prickles like I’m being watched. Quickly, I glance around. But nothing appears ominous.
I hesitate for half a second, then I shrug. "Why not? One night of normal sounds good."
She squeals again and grabs my hand, dragging me upstairs to one of the guest rooms.
"Change in here. I'll introduce you to my secret alcohol recipe downstairs. It's basically heaven in a cup. Hurry! The girls are already yelling for me."
She dashes out, leaving me alone.
I peel off my denim shorts, standing in front of the full-length mirror in just the bikini. The top is a simple black string style that ties behind my neck and back. The bottoms are high-cut, showing off a lot of skin. My curves are on full display — soft hips, thick thighs, and the gentle swell of my belly.
I turn sideways and groan.
Stretch marks.
They're faint but visible on my hips and the tops of my breasts. I run my fingers over them, suddenly self-conscious.
Then I close my eyes and picture Azren stepping up behind me.
His deep voice rumbles in my ear:
"Fuck, look at you. These marks? They're mine. Proof you're real. Proof you're soft and warm and made to take my cock. I love every inch of this body, Angel. Especially the parts that make you doubt yourself. Because they're all mine to worship... and ruin."
A slow smile spreads across my face. Heat blooms low in my belly. The insecurity fades, replaced by warmth and courage.
He loves every inch of me, stretch marks and all.
I make sure my wedding ring is secure on my finger, take a deep breath, and step out of the room.
The music grows louder as I head downstairs. I'm halfway down when I freeze.
A familiar face is walking up the stairs towards me.
He looks up at the same moment, his eyes widening slightly before a slow smile spreads across his face.
"Noelle?" he says, sounding genuinely surprised. "Hey... you're here."
My stomach drops.
"Cooper?" I manage. "What are you doing here?"
He shrugs, still smiling. "One of Azalea's friends invited me. Small world, huh?"
I don't know what to say. The last time I saw him, Azren had him pinned against a wall by the throat. And that strange voice in my head... Blaze's reaction...
Before I can respond, Azalea's voice calls from downstairs.
"Noelle! Come on, the drinks are ready!"
Cooper steps aside politely, but his eyes linger on me a second too long.
"See you down there?" he asks.
I force a small nod and hurry past him, my heart hammering. This night just got a lot more complicated.