Chapter 170 My Angel | 063
NOELLE
I'm still trembling when he pulls his fingers away, and I whine at the loss, my hips jerking after him. His eyes are dark, his chest heaving. But he's scanning the boutique, his nostrils flaring.
"Angel," he rasps, his voice husky. "We need to move. The New Order might be close. The incense—"
Rage ignites under my skin instantly.
I shove myself off the wall, my legs shaky. "No."
He blinks. "Noelle—"
"I said no."
My voice is laced with something feral, my whole body buzzing hot and empty. I need him inside me now, and he's trying to leave?
I yank the red lingerie off with shaking hands, snatch my dress and underwear off the hook, and start shoving my legs into it. The fabric sticks to my damp skin. I don't care.
Azren watches me, his brows climbing. "Baby—"
I grab his wrist and drag him towards the curtain. "Come with me."
He lets me pull him, half-laughing, half-concerned. "Noelle, the—"
"Don’t." I shove through the curtain. The attendants freeze, their eyes wide. Bags are already stacked neatly by the register—dozens of them. I don't even look at the total. I just point at the door.
"Please load them in the car."
They scramble.
I stand in the middle of the empty boutique, my arms crossed, my shoes tapping against the marble. My blood is roaring in my ears, and my skin feels too tight. Every nerve ending is screaming for friction, for him, and the fact that he's still trying to play protector while I'm literally vibrating with need makes me want to scream.
Azren steps up behind me, his hands hovering like he's afraid to touch.
"Angel," he tries again, his voice softer. "If they're watching—"
"Let them watch." I spin on him. "You think I care? You think I give a fuck if some creeps see me riding you until I can't breathe? You made me like this. You teased me for hours. You made me beg. And now you want to leave?"
His pupils dilate so fast the blue nearly disappears.
I move closer, my chest brushing his. "Look at me."
His gaze drops to my mouth, then lower, lingering on the hard peaks still visible through the thin fabric of my dress.
I reach up to grab his jaw, forcing his eyes back to mine. Damnit, he’s too tall!
“Can you see how much I'm shaking? That's your fault. Fix it."
A growl rumbles in his chest. "Stop pushing me, Noelle. Don't ask for what you can't handle."
"Or maybe you just can't handle me."
He smirks, his eyes going cold.
One second we're standing in the middle of the boutique, the next he's got me thrown over his shoulder, striding towards the private rear exit like a man on a mission. I yelp, then I laugh giddily, smacking his ass as he carries me.
The SUV is already idling, the bags loaded. Our driver takes one look at Azren's face and gets out without a word, leaving the keys.
Azren drops me into the backseat, slams the door, and climbs in after me. The second the lock clicks, he's on me, his mouth crashing into mine, his hands shoving my dress up to my waist.
"Fucking menace," he whispers seductively against my lips. "You want me to fuck you with hunters possibly watching? Fine."
He yanks my panties to the side and settles himself at my entrance in one rough motion.
"Eyes on me," he orders.
I lock gazes with him, and he slams home. I cry out, shocked by the blast of orgasm that hits me right away.
"Ride me," he orders, his voice dangerously low. His hands clamp on my hips hard enough to bruise. "Show me how bad you need it, Angel."
I don't hesitate, I lift myself up, slowly taking him in, my mouth dropping open from his sheer size.
His piercing drags along my front wall, the metal balls rolling against oversensitive nerves until my thighs shake helplessly. When my ass finally meets his hips, I feel him everywhere, throbbing so hard I swear I can feel his heartbeat inside me.
I whimper, frantically gripping his shoulders. I feel...drunk with lust. I can't control it.
Azren moans, the sound vibrating through me. "So wet. You feel so good, baby."
I start moving, shaking like an addict. "F-f-fuck..."
I keep lifting, sinking, and rolling my hips in tight little circles that make the piercing grind exactly where I need it.
Randomly, the hair on the back of my neck rises, and from the corner of my eyes, I notice the figures surrounding our car. My heartbeat falters. A strange choking smell fills the air, my unease growing.
"Nope. Don't get distracted," my husband whispers, kissing my temple. "We're going to give them a show. This cock is entirely yours. So don't hold back, baby."
He leans in to whisper in a sultry voice. "Go crazy."
As if a switch just went off in my brain, every bit of restraint vanishes out of me.
My breasts bounce out of the neckline of my dress, heavy and aching. He stares like a starving man, his fangs fully out, his pupils so wide that there's almost no blue left.
His mouth latches onto my left nipple with hard suction, his tongue flicking mercilessly. The wet heat of his mouth is overwhelming. Every pull sends a direct line of fire to my clit. I cry out, my pussy spasming.
He switches to the other breast, continuing his assault. His hands slide up my back, his fingers digging into my shoulder blades, holding me down so I can't escape the relentless rhythm.
"Fuck—squeezing me—gonna come again, aren't you?" He groans.
I can only sob in answer.
His fangs sink into the soft skin above my breast suddenly. The pain is instant, but the pleasure that follows is breathtaking.
My back bows as ecstasy detonates from the bite point, racing through every vein like wildfire. He drinks in greedy, gulping pulls. He's losing control. I can feel it.
And I love it.
The sensation is too much.
My body goes rigid, convulsing around him in an orgasm so violent it whites out my mind. I must have passed out for a moment.
Azren is shaking from pleasure, drinking me in like I'm salvation and damnation at once.
He groans against my breast, the sound vibrating through me.
When he finally pulls his fangs away, he licks the puncture wounds with slow, worshipful strokes. The sight of my blood smeared across his lips should terrify me.
It doesn't. It makes me clench around him again. He presses his forehead to mine, parting his lips to speak. I cup his jaw and kiss him hard.
"Don't you dare apologize," I whisper. "Give me more."
"Careful what you wish for, Noelle," he utters softly, his rhythm changing into something slower but deeper.
His eyes turn black, a dangerous smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Waves of pleasure take me until I lose count.
When he finally lets go with a guttural groan, I lose my shit again, convulsing. I hear the crackling sound of what seems to be thunder but I’m too far gone to focus on it.
And in that blinding moment, it feels like our souls are fused together. Very dark possessive thoughts flood me, making me clutch him tighter.
No one else touches him. No one else looks at him.
No one else gets this version of him, the one unravelling, the one breathing my name like it's sacred.
He's mine only. I welcome the thought, not questioning it.
We collapse together, sweaty, shaking, and wrecked.
For a few seconds... I can't tell where I am. Everything feels distant.
"Noelle? Hey, look at me," Azren pants, and I look down at him.
He's breathing hard, his hands shaking on my hips.
"Do you...feel that?" He whispers, and I nod shakily.
Everything somehow feels too loud and too bright. I can hear his heartbeat overlapping with mine.
"I can feel you," he breathes, resting his forehead against mine. "It's overwhelming."
Emotions clog my throat. "I feel you too."
He presses soft, reverent kisses along my collarbone, my throat, and the corner of my eye where tears have dried.
"Mine," he whispers, his voice ragged. "My wife. My mate. My fucking everything."
I turn my head and catch his lips in a slow, shaky kiss.
"Yours," I breathe back.
Completely.
Even if my legs will never work right again.
"Fuck," my husband breathes. "Looks at you. So beautiful. Like a goddess."
I lower my gaze, my eyes widening when I see the strange golden marks tracing down my arms in delicate, glowing vines curling around my wrists and climbing toward my shoulders. I stare at them, dazed.
Azren's eyes are glowing too, a bright, molten gold.
"What...how is this possible?" I breathe, and he smiles.
"Your wolf is awakening. Trust me, that's the least shocking thing that just happened. Take a look outside the window for me, Angel," he says, and I turn.
My jaw drops.
Several bodies lie scattered across the parking lot, unconscious, some smoking faintly, like they were flash-burnt.
Azren laughs, delighted.
"Gods...look at the ruin you unleash when you come apart for me. They think I'm the threat. They obviously haven't met you yet."
I clench around him involuntarily. He chuckles.
"Again?" he asks.
I nod, panting. "Again."
He kisses my shoulder and starts moving at a steady pace.
"Hold on, baby," he whispers. "We've got a long drive home."
I'm throbbing again, desperate, needy, and insatiable.
I don't know what's happening to me. I don't care.
I just know I need him.
“Am I going crazy?” I manage.
He laughs softly against my throat.
"You're in heat, Angel."
My eyes widen.
He nips my earlobe. "Don't worry. I'’ll give you the best performance."
I blush hard, my body growing hotter in anticipation.