7. Chapter 6

I wake up surrounded by a ton of heat. There's a heavy weight thrown over me, so I pat the area, wondering what the hell it is. My eyes snap open when fur touches my fingertips. I panic knowing I don't have my daggers but then the tingly ache between my legs reminds me that it isn't a stranger next to me.

It's Aziel.

Burying my face in my hands, I blush, wanting to squeal with happiness, but I don't want to wake him up.

Did last night really happen? It all feels like a dream. A delicious-too-good-to-be-true dream. I turn over to my side. He must have shifted at some point in his sleep because not only does he have his arm around me, but he has me tucked against his side.

He's always been a big werewolf but being against him like this makes me realize just how small I am. I lift onto my elbow to get a better look at him in this form.

God, he is so handsome, even as a werewolf, there is something so primal that calls to me.

I drift my fingers along his inner wrist before trailing down to his fingers. Pressing our hands against one another, I give a slight shake of my head when my palm is practically swallowed by his. I walk my fingers up his arms, loving how his soft fur slips against my skin. My mating mark is scarred on his neck. Reaching, I trace the small pinpricks with my fingertip, a warmth spreading through my veins and up my arm.

His grey skin is familiar as I explore his body. The soft drag of my finger migrates down his impressive chest. Width-wise, he must be two or even three of me. The size of him makes my heat return, my pussy wet, and my hole aching to be filled with him again.

I bend down and kiss his defined pec, then his nipple, and continue on my trail over his ribs. A release of warm breath drapes over his abs as I pay attention to all eight.

The dips. The valleys. The way the V is sculpted into his hips, leading straight down to his cock.

I am obsessed with him.

God, he is beautiful. I've always thought that. From the first moment I saw him, I was never scared. I never felt the urge to run away or to fight him. I only ever had the need to get closer.

I still feel that; the pull of our souls, the tug of our hearts wanting nothing more than to be as close as possible.

He grunts, yawning so wide, that I'm able to see every single sharp tooth he has. I swing my leg over his lap and still, I need to crawl up his body to be closer to him.

"How's My Light today?" he asks, wrapping his arms around me before carefully trailing the sharp points of his claws down my back.

"Mmm, you remembered," I whisper, pressing my cheek against his shoulder. "I'm good if I can wake up to you every day."

"I remember everything when it comes to you and there is no way I'm ever letting us spend a night apart again, Louie."

"After all this time, I still can't stand that nickname." I tweak his nipple, teasing him.

He flips me onto my back, grabbing me by my arms, and pinning them above my head. "You're just going to have to deal with it."

His arousal is pressing against my stomach, firm and thick. It nearly touches my chin in this position.

And I want him inside me.

"No," he grumbles, rolling off me and shifting into his hybrid form as if he can read my mind.

The best of both forms? Yum.

"Why not? Aziel, I can take it. I'm not a delicate human. I'm a vampire."

"Because I don't want to hurt you, and you need more of my come first. It relaxes your muscles and prepares you for the full moon night."

"Is that why it tingles?"

He grunts in confirmation, his attention focused on my body.

"So you're saying I can have you in your beast's form on that night?"

"Yes," he growls. "And even if you say stop, I won't. I won't be able to. All my humanity will be gone." His claws tickle my skin as they descend on my arm, his brows pinching together when he finds the scars he left on my forearm the night we were caught together.

"Then I can't wait until you chase me and hold me down, using me until you get your fill."

Those gorgeous eyes heat before a confused expression pinches his face. He pushes off me, his grip still tight as he analyzes them. "I hurt you all those years ago?"

"They healed."

He curls his lips. "This is not healed. This showed everyone that a werewolf marked you."

I slip my hands down his chest, both of our lips parting when I slip further south and wrap my palm around his cock. "That's right, Aziel. Even then, you marked me as yours. Everyone stayed away from me. I was isolated. No one wanted a ruined vampire. I waited and waited and waited for you to come back to me, but you never did. You marked me for all to see and then you didn't come back for me." I kiss the middle of his sternum. "Why didn't you come back? I was so lonely." I stroke him in his werewolf form, lazily gripping him up and down.

He is heavy, my hand not even close to wrapping around him, so I tease him with feather-light touches, the scrape of my claws, and a firm grip every so often.

"I wanted you just like this, you know." I pepper an open-mouth kiss on his nipple before flicking it with my fang. "I've dreamed about you in this form. Hunting me down, howling at the moon, killing anything in your way when it comes to catching me, using me, fucking me until you get your fill. Scarring me, ruining me, splitting me in two, breaking my bones to get what you need."

A constant vibration lodges in his throat. "I would never want to break your bones."

"Why not?" I nip at his chest. "I'll heal." Tugging my hand from his hold, I glide over the ridges of his abs, ignore his heavy throbbing cock, and tug on his sack.

He hisses, latching onto my hip to keep me still.

"Who knows," I flatten my tongue on his stomach and lick upward until I have to stand on my tip toes just to reach the top of his chest. "I might even like it."

With a brutal snap of his fangs, he snags me by the throat and lifts me off the ground until our eyes are level. "Do not tempt me, mate, or I'll be tempted to break your fucking back when I claim you."

I moan, holding onto his arms for balance. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Wolf ."

Tossing me to the left, I hit the ground with a hard thud, my shoulder cracking out of place.

I roll to my stomach, groaning in pain when I pop it back in place. I glance behind me, watching the big beast leap into the air until he is on top of me. He shifts into his hybrid form, the perfect combination of his human side and his werewolf. If I can't have his wolf yet, I'll take what I can get.

Monsters fucking monsters makes it so much easier to be as rough as we want.

He shoves my face into the dirt, bends down, and inhales. Aziel buries his nose in my pussy before grazing up the crease of my ass. "Is this what you wanted? You smell like you need more of me. Is your mating heat getting the best of you? Because you're starting to reek of being my whore and I have to say—" he lodges his cock at my entrance "It fucking seduces me." He slams home, pounding relentlessly, forcing me to grasp at nothing but the ground.

I'm at his will.

And I have never been able to fight it.

Not that I would want to. He gives as much as he takes and I spiral into a headspace where there are no worries, no stress— just pleasure.

Those lethal nails dig into my skin, keeping me still as he rails into me with a vengeance.

Clawing against the ground, I try to pull away from him, but he applies more pressure between my shoulder blades, threatening to break my back.

"Keep trying to get away from me. Keep trying to pull this cunt from my cock. And see—" he slams into me. "What—" he plants himself as deep as possible, his giant paw landing next to my head. "— I fucking do to you."

I turn to the left, needing to inhale a deep breath when his hand covers my mouth, silencing my cries.

His chest aligns with my back as his lips graze my ear. The tips of his fangs bite against the outer shell. My moans are internalized, burning through my veins like a U.V. ray injection.

My eyes water from being so full, so stretched. The inability to breathe and cry out only adds to the delicious pain. His tongue dances upon the apples of my cheeks, gathering the tears others would kill him for.

His speed quickens. His pelvis slaps against my ass. He becomes stronger, holding me down with a force that almost hurts, that almost has me begging him to stop.

Almost.

"Right here." He digs a claw into my shoulder so hard, that he breaks the skin, and I shout behind his palm. "I hate that it heals." And he scratches me again.

And again.

He continues his assault before licking the blood from my skin. "You won't be able to heal from my marks soon. Every time I get too carried away, I'll find a part of your skin to claim as mine. The scars on your wrist are nothing compared to what I will give you under the moon."

He pushes me further into the ground, the dirt swallows my body. He rams into me, his forehead pressing against the back of my head. My werewolf moans, "That's it, Mate, My Light, take my cock. Mmm, fuck, you feel so good. Ah, goddamn it, this cunt will always keep me feral." His breaths are broken. He is out of control. His fingers lace through mine and with every push against me and every pull away, the nerve-endings in my body light with pleasure, a fire Aziel has caused.

I am gasoline and I have drenched myself with it to tease my mate only to underestimate the size of the flaming torch he holds inside himself.

Now, I'm a blazing wildfire, getting hotter, searing me from head to toe as my orgasm builds.

"You smell so good," he groans for me. "Fuck, your heat is too much. How will we survive another round when the moon comes? Are you going to throw me into a rut?"

"I hope so," I whine in return.

I want us to die just like this. I want our skeletons to be tangled as we decompose into nothing. I want others to stumble upon what we used to be. They won't be able to see my skin to prove Aziel's claim, but they will be able to see every spot where my bones healed when he broke me with every fuck.

He growls into my ear, my spine tingling from the vibrato. "No, you don't. You better hope I don't rip you to pieces."

The threat makes me wetter. My body aches across the ground, the pressure of his body, his strength, threatening to shatter me into pieces.

"Aziel! Oh, fuck, God, yes, don't stop. Don't stop. I'm so close. You feel so good. Give me your come. Are you going to fill me up again? Make me feel it, Beloved. Give me every inch, every drop, make me drip of you for days."

With primal snarls, he thrusts deep three more times, trying to reach my womb that won't take his come just yet. He claws at the ground, stretching his arms above my head, before smothering his grunts into the wound on my neck.

His cock thickens as it spurts every jet of come. The heat of the liquid pours into me, his shaft jerking as he empties himself.

"I'll never get enough of you. I'm going to be inside you every day. Before you open your eyes to see the day and right before you close them to dream of me."

I hum as I turn my head. "And what makes you think I'll be dreaming of you?"

He flips me over, pinning my arms to my sides, and the movement makes his cock slip free. Come spills from me and he growls in discontent before taking his dick in hand and sliding inside me again.

"Because if they aren't of me, I'll kill every person who walks into your dreams."

I lift my head off the ground, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth before releasing it with a pop. "And how—" I nudge his nose with mine, breezing my lips over his without giving him a kiss. "—Would you even know who they are?"

"You'll tell me."

"You sound so confident that I would. What if I like playing with you? What if I want to tease my wolf with a bone?" I smirk, knowing how much he hates being compared to a dog.

"Then I'll chew the bones of anyone you dare to think of, killing everyone you used to know as I feast on the weakness of their marrow."

"Aziel." My fangs begin to throb, needing to drink from him again. My pussy pulses around his cock, another wave of my heat threatening to take us under again.

I can't remember a time when a vampire and a werewolf were mated. I trust in Fate but no one knows what will happen. Vampires always go through a mating heat the moment they meet their mates yet werewolves have to mark, claim, and knot under a full moon.

My hope was that he'd be able to knot me during my heat, but Fate is a wicked bitch making me wait.

"Give me your neck, Beloved. I'm so thirsty," I practically cry for him.

He shifts from his mid-form to his human, his long hair falling down his shoulders. Smiling, he gathers the wild strands to get it out of the way. He lowers himself until his chest is against mine.

When I can smell the sweat on his skin, the tip of my tongue gathers the salt.

Aziel lifts his head just as I'm about to feed. I watch his gaze narrow and turn calculated.

"What is it?" I whisper, feeling a small amount of his unease through the bond we have. We will be able to hear each other's thoughts and feel what the other feels at all times once we are fully mated.

He covers my mouth with his hand, pressing a finger against his lips, signaling me to stay quiet.

I nod, realizing he senses a threat.

He slowly slips out of me which has me holding in a moan and by the expression on his face, I know he isn't happy about being interrupted. Because of the threat, my heat subsides enough to allow me to think of something else besides Aziel.

"Get dressed," he mouths. "Fast."

Blurring to the first tree we broke, I slip into my pants and then find my bra and shirt. Having my holster for my daggers gives me a sense of safety even if it is false sense considering I have misplaced my daggers.

I'm dressed in less than thirty seconds, taking my place next to my Beloved. Aziel shifts and even with being on alert, I watch in fascination as his body does the impossible. His bones grow, not just in length, but in size. His skin darkens to a haunting ash color, and his muscles bulge in places that have beads of sweat dripping down my temples.

I wipe my forehead, urging my heat to remain under lock and key. The warmth spreading in my veins that has me wanting to drop to all fours and present myself to Aziel turns from a violent heat wave to a simmer.

"Stay behind me," he informs me, stretching out his arm to keep me safe.

I shove his arm away. "No. I'm either beside you or in front of you, but never behind."

He huffs, his nostrils flaring in anger before taking a step closer to me. "Fine but be careful. Stay close to me."

"Aziel, I've survived Purgatory without you, I can survive this too."

"But I can't survive if something happens to you."

My heart melts and I'm caught in his gaze, the love and desperation there urging me to be safe has me giving him exactly what he wants. "As long as you are careful too."

He scoffs, analyzing the darkened tree line for enemies. "I'm always careful."

"Says the guy who goes to The Graveyard," I grumble.

"Good thing I did, or I wouldn't have been able to steal you from that other guy.

"Other guy? Iggy? He is gay and my best friend and if you care about me at all, you'll help me find him in this place. He can't be left alone for long because he is a male omega. He is rare, Aziel. Please, nothing can happen to him."

He snags me by the wrist and tucks me to his side. Aziel cups my cheek and leans all the way down to press a kiss to my forehead. I expected more of a fight or him demanding more information about Iggy. I know paranormal creatures are very possessive, but werewolves are much more feral.

"Nothing will happen to him. I'll make sure of it, Louie. Okay? I promise." His thumb strokes my cheek, sending my heart into a wild frenzy.

A slow clap reverberates from the trees, catching us off guard. That's what we get for being so lost in one another.

"Aww, isn't that adorable? You two are just so cute."

Everything about Aziel changes. The kindness and gentle nature in his face vanishes. The air around him becomes heavy to breathe, nothing but pure rage flexing every muscle in his body. He turns to our guest, spreads out his arms, and roars so loud, so deep, I have to cover my ears. The guttural thunderstorm lasts longer than the fights at The Graveyard.

The newcomer leans against the tree, arms crossed, and a smirk tilts his lips.

I want to kill him. His confidence has my fangs itching for violence.

He snaps his fingers, nodding. "I remember you now. You had an impressive howl, very menacing. How are you doing, Aziel? Do you and your brother miss me?"

Aziel's breathing sounds more like a raging bull. Every inhale and exhale becomes faster. His shoulders rise and fall in a rapid beat. His lips are constantly curled, showing the large sharp teeth. My Beloved is rabid and whoever this person is, they are about to be on the receiving end of it.

A silent beat passes but, in the silence, the anger is so loud.

The man smiles at me, giving me a small bow. "We haven't met. Aziel didn't have a mate when I knew him. I'm Brenden."

"Aziel, who is this?"

Brenden feigns being hurt, placing a hand on his heart. "You haven't told her about me?" He tsks, taking a step closer before his smile fades. A cold, menacing mask falls on his face making me wish I had my daggers. "That's so hurtful, Aziel. After everything we did together, you would think telling her about the most important part of your life would be essential."

"You never held an importance in my life, and you never will," Aziel finally speaks.

"I don't know—" Brenden taps his chin "—I would think keeping you under my influence for fifteen years and having you kill, torture, and eat innocent people would be enough. I mean, I cannot believe you killed children, Aziel. The poor little children." Brenden spins in a circle before a sick bubble of laughter escapes him like the maniac he is.

"Aziel. What is he talking about?"

Aziel doesn't answer me. He leaps through the air, snags Brenden by the throat, and slams him against the ground. He roars while taking Brenden's neck in his hands, squeezing so hard I know any moment it is about to break.

Brenden doesn't seem bothered.

"You don't have it in you, Aziel," Brenden seethes and taunts. "You couldn't then, and you can't now because while you fucking hate me, you're still somehow dependent on me. Aren't you? You want me to die but then what would that mean for you? Would that mean you deserve death too? After all, you're just like me." He lies down, settling into the ground before clearing his throat. "Okay. Okay, I'm ready. Kill me."

Aziel lifts a hand in the air, preparing to strike, when Brenden says one last thing, "Just know if you do, your precious little pack will never be able to walk in the sun again. Because once you kill me and I cease to exist, so does everything on my body, including page 576."

Aziel's eyes widen and to my shock, he releases Brenden.

"What are you doing? Kill him, Aziel. Kill him!" I yell, not understanding why he is allowing Brenden to live. It makes no sense. Whatever happened between the two is serious and unforgiving.

"I can't," Aziel whispers, watching Brenden get to his feet. "I can't do that to them."

"Them? What about you?" I can't let Brenden leave here without dying. I refuse. He hurt Aziel and while I don't know all the details, I protect what is mine, and the last I fucking checked, Aziel belongs to me.

"My pack is more important."

Hissing through my fangs, I blur to grab a stake from one of the trees we broke and sling it through the air. Brenden, to my shock, uses his own speed to dodge the spear. I didn't know he was a vampire. He doesn't smell like one.

It lands in the tree behind him with a hard thud and he nods his head, impressed.

"Impressive. You would have made a fine warrior if I didn't love werewolves so much. Isn't that right, Aziel?"

Aziel slashes his claws through the air, and I gasp when five scratch marks appear across Brenden's face. Blood oozes down his face and he screams in agony, stumbling backward. His hands reach for his face, only when he pulls them away, his palms are covered in red.

Next, my mate grabs Brenden's left arm, spins him around, and bends it back so far, it breaks.

"Fuck!" Brenden shouts, trying to pull away from Aziel.

I bite my lip, my lust for my beloved awakening my heat once more as I watch him become someone I have never seen before.

Aziel lifts Brenden into the air with his broken arm, only to snap it again in another place. Lifting his leg, he kicks Brenden's thigh. The force alone would typically send Brenden flying but due to Aziel's grip on him, I flinch when I see the bone break as his thigh caves in.

"You need to remember something," Aziel begins to state, folding Brenden in two before there is a loud crack as his back breaks, leaving him limp.

He'll heal. Unfortunately.

"I might not be able to kill you because I care about others who are outside of myself, but I can still cause you pain and suffering. You'll never know what it's like to have a family surrounding you. You'll always use your hate and anger to try to control people." In one quick slash, Aziel's long sharp nails cut into Brenden's throat.

Brenden is wide-eyed and gurgling, holding his free hand to his neck.

"You won't die easily, I know that," Aziel whispers, his eyes dancing over Brenden's surprised face. "But I will make sure you suffer every time I see you. You are not strong. You aren't what you used to be. You don't control my beast anymore. And God, the day I can kill you—" Aziel turns Brenden's pale face to me.

He gasps and coughs, his mouth turning red as it fills with blood.

"—I'm going to fuck my mate in your blood."

Brenden dares to grin. "Lucky me to have died and my blood still taint your skin."

Aziel snaps Brenden's neck, rotating it all the way around and breaking his jaw in the process. He stands there staring at his body. He's thinking about killing him. He has the chance.

He drops Brenden onto the ground. "We won't have much time before he heals. I have a feeling this won't be the last time we see him. I should rip his fucking heart out or cut off his head. I really should, but what would it change? Anwyll and I would still have the weight of the crimes we committed on our shoulders."

"What happened, Aziel? How do you know him?"

He shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips as he tilts his head back to look up at the sky.

"Aziel." My tone is demanding. I'm leaving no room for escape or argument. "I deserve to know. I want to know all the dark and horrible things. I want to know your secrets. I want to know everything."

He steps on Brenden's body, the bones crunch under the weight. "I don't want you to know!" he shouts at me, shifting from his werewolf to his human form.

His hair falls in his face, hiding the most beautiful part of him— his eyes. It's where all his emotions are shown, swimming inside his soul. They are his windows where people can peek in and get a glimpse, but he has only ever opened them for me.

"I don't want you to know what I became. I don't want you to know how horrible of a man I am. I don't want you to know how my werewolf has changed. I am not the same man from when we were teens. I'm broken." He cups my cheek, lowering his voice to a hushed breeze. "I'm nothing but pieces of who I used to be. I'm angry and I am undeserving of you. If you knew me, you wouldn't love me. Who I am and everything I have done makes me unloveable."

"I love you because of those things. I love you for who you were and who you are now. I know you aren't the same. I don't expect you to be as I'm not either. Life makes us harder, Aziel, but we don't have to be with each other."

"I'm afraid you would rather choose death than life with me."

"Silly wolf." I hold his face in my hands and smile. "I have experienced both and I can say both are much better with you at my side." I place a soft, firm kiss against his lips. "You are not the worst thing you have ever done. Do you hear me? Look at me, Beloved. Look at me." My eyes water when he finally lifts them from the ground to meet mine. I press my hand against his heart. "All your scars, all your pain, you don't have to carry them alone again. I love you because I see you, Aziel. Not the werewolf, not the fighter, not the killer, but you."

"But those are who I am," he tries to explain.

"Those explain what you have done, but they don't explain you. They don't show how much you love stargazing or how much you love being touched— it's your love language." I skim my fingers over his cheek. "Or how you always loved bringing me flowers and I knew you would now if Purgatory had them. Or how you love your brother, you have always done everything you could to protect him. Let's not forget you had your enemy in your grasp, and you chose your family first. Your soul is beautiful, Beloved. If I have to remind you of that every day for all eternity, I will."

His eyes search mine, darting back and forth to see if I'm telling the truth. I don't waiver in my stance. I want him to know a strong woman stands beside him when he feels weak.

To my surprise, he lifts me from my feet, smashing his lips against mine. His oversized palm cups the back of my head, controlling the kiss in a way that has his tongue slipping into my mouth at the perfect angle. He growls down my throat, the vibrations awakening the mating heat once more now that the threat of the enemy has been dealt with.

Well, it has— for now.

It will take hours for Brenden to heal from the damage Aziel caused. I need answers from him, I want answers, but I know my feelings for him won't change once I know his truth.

That's all I want. I want to know him. If that means learning heinous atrocities, then I will treat them with the love they deserve so he can have peace.

In the poisonous waters he creates, I will gladly swim in the rough waves if it means bringing him to my shore.

Aziel unsnaps the holster that holds my daggers before tugging my shirt off. "I want you," he manages to say between kisses. "I want your pussy right now and I expect you to give it to me." He sucks and nips at my throat, shoving his hands down the front of my pants.

His fingers graze my clit before slipping down. Aziel moans when he feels how wet I am, then dips them inside me before gently pulling them free.

"Taste yourself."

"Make me," I taunt.

He traces my lips with the same two fingers, glossing them with my own slick.

"I'd love to." Aziel shoves them into my mouth until they hit the back of my throat causing me to gag. "That's right. Gag for me. You better get used to it too because I plan to choke you every fucking day."

I lick his fingers clean as he tugs my pants down. I step out of them, slipping on the red-saturated grass. Aziel doesn't ask if I'm okay. He doesn't even notice we are in a pool of his enemy's blood, his body right next to us.

My hand ghosts over his chest and in a blink, his human flesh fades away, and the hybrid takes charge. Hair fills his arms and shoulders and stops at a point at his sternum. His pecs are able to be seen with smooth skin and no fur. His entire front is bare except for the charcoal-happy trail leading to his cock.

Reaching for his shaft, he snags my wrist, snarls, and twists my arm until it breaks. The bone snapping is loud in the quiet forest, and my vision flips red as a painful yet pleasurable roar explodes from my chest.

"Try to touch me again when I only want your pussy and see what else I break." The blood under me is slippery. I can't gain any traction. "I'll tell you if I want your hand around my dick." He yanks my head back by the thick of my curls, the ends dipping into a deep pool of crimson. "And usually I do, but right now, I want to fuck you in his blood—" his tongue flattens against my cheek just before he grips my chin, forcing me to turn left.

Aziel slams into me, my body slipping against Brenden's.

Brenden's eyes are open, pupils blown wide, and all the color has left his face. If it weren't for my enhanced hearing, I would think he was dead. The slow slur of his heartbeat is there letting me know he is watching us.

"—So he can know what it's like to witness someone drawing pleasure from his death."

"Aziel!" I cry, my claws digging into Brenden's arm.

"That's right. Scream my name into his ear, mate. Let him hear what he has never had, and never will." Aziel reaches over, yanking Brenden's broken neck back, forcing his hooded eyes to look at me. "Look at her. Isn't she fucking gorgeous? How does it make you feel knowing that the beast you controlled is controlling you now?"

His revenge is an aphrodisiac and I want to commit it with him.

My wrist finally heals giving me the strength I need to flip Aziel onto his back.

"Fuck," I groan, sliding my blood-ridden palms up Aziel's body, painting him in his vengeance. "That feels good, doesn't it? Knowing you can always make him bleed now that he can't control you. You can do this every time." I bend down, tracing his lips with my tongue before I dive in. Our fangs grind against each other, our growls colliding into a deep moan from the roughness of the kiss.

I grip Brenden's shoulder, puncturing his skin with my claws. I don't know what he did to Aziel, and I don't need to know the details. If My Beloved was wronged, then I'm at the forefront of the battle to have them meet Death.

Aziel flips us, forcing me to my hands and knees. To stop myself from sliding, I grab onto Brenden's broken thigh. I apply too much pressure, snapping another section of bone as Aziel drives his fat cock into me.

He grips my shoulder, using my own body as leverage to pound as hard as he can into me.

"Ah, oh, Aziel—" I hang my head, taking the pleasure he is giving me. "So fucking good."

He slaps my ass, driving his long length into my pussy, growling with every wet thrust.

We're covered in blood, sweat, and rage.

And nothing has ever felt better.

"Look at me," he demands, his nails threatening to break my skin.

I refuse.

"I said—" he snaps my head to the right, breaking my fucking neck, the bones cracking in my ears, "—To fucking look at me!"

I'm barely able to move. My gaze follows every flex of his abs, the furry happy trail exposing the base of his cock.

"I can't wait to claim you under the moon, mark you as mine, and add more scars to your body. You know what I think this is?" He grabs the wrist that is scarred from when he tried to pull me away from my father. "I think I imprinted on you. I think my soul knew you were mine so I did what I could to make sure no one could ever have you but me."

"Werewolves scar vampires anyway," I remind him with a slur. Drinking werewolf blood has me healing quicker, I notice.

Tugging on my hair, he bends my head all the way back until I touch the middle of my shoulder blades.

His force has an orgasm rippling through my ragged, used body. I moan to the empty branches of the trees up above, needing something more.

"Not when we were fated the entire time." He presses his pelvis against my ass, planting himself as far as he can before curling his hips. Shoving my head down to the ground, my cervical spine begins to mesh. The bones pop into place and the senses that were dull are now extra sensitive.

He reaches between my legs, blood coating his fingers from Brenden, and circles my clit. I rise onto my knees, looping my arm around his neck, urging his throat to my mouth.

"Are you thirsty, My Light?" He purrs, teasing my fangs by rubbing his stubble against them. "Go ahead. Take what is yours because I survived him just for you."

I ease my fangs into his flesh, humming as his delicious blood warms my throat.

"Louie," he snarls, unable to remove himself from my grip as he fills me with his come again, easing my mating heat. With every stream, he tries to get deeper, shoving our bodies closer together so that not an inch of flesh isn't touching. "That's it. That's a good girl. You're doing so fucking good for me. You're full of me, aren't you? My blood. My cock. You're a slut for both."

When I have my fill, I lick the wound, gathering every drop of blood.

He eases from me, his come flowing out of me like a river. He gathers it with his finger, sucking it into his mouth before he snags Brenden's face.

I watch as I lie on my back trying to catch my breath.

Aziel spits on Brenden's face, a mixture of saliva and come. "Fuck you. Count your days because you will die by my hand. That's a promise."

And if there is one thing I know, it's that My Beloved never breaks his promise.