Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

AZIEL

A large part of my mind protested what we were doing. I didn't enjoy giving up control. It made me feel vulnerable and weak, and I despised that. But I remembered that stupid word Athena used. Submit to the white tiger. It was torture, I hated it, but I also didn't want to stop. Not just because of the vision Athena had, but also because, for the first time in my life, I didn't have to think about what to do next. Declan was in charge and as much as that pissed me off, it was a little freeing. Not that I'd ever admit that to anyone. Once this vision was fulfilled or whatever, I would take back my control. I needed it to survive.

I had to fist my hands in the bedding to keep myself from taking over. It was instinct by now, and I'd never allowed myself to be beneath someone before. Declan took his time exploring me, teeth and tongue running over my skin. I snarled at him, wishing he'd pick up the fucking pace so I could be done already, and I felt him grin against my chest.

"The more you complain, the more fun it is for me. Keep going. It'll only drag this out."

Asshole. I wasn't this cruel with the people I brought into my bed. Granted, I could count on one hand the amount of times I trusted someone enough to do that, but still. I got to the fucking point without preamble.

Declan's teeth on my nipple forced my attention back on him and my growl tapered off into a groan. That was new. He nipped and soothed the sting with his tongue, and every swirl made my stomach tighten and my cock leak. My brow furrowed. I wasn't that sensitive. Why–

Like he knew I was getting distracted, Declan switched sides and sucked hard enough to cause pain. My head flew back as I groaned loudly, my cock throbbing for attention.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?"

Lifting his head, Declan shot me a smug look. "Do you really want me to answer that?"

My expression flattened. No, I really didn't. He was going to say something about me giving up control and it would only piss me off. I lifted my chin, refusing to answer, and his responding grin was a little intimidating. He was enjoying the fight, and I hated him for it.

"Relax, baby. I'm just getting started."

"I'm not your baby," I snapped, sucking in a sharp breath when he punished me by biting a little harder on my nipple. He teased me, switching between light and soft to sharp and rough. It was disconcerting and hard to follow, and the amount of precum leaking from my cock was making a mess. Why the hell did I enjoy this so much?

When Declan finally moved on, dragging my boxers down my legs and tossing them away, I wanted to sob with relief. I didn't, that would never happen in my lifetime, but I felt the pressure in my chest. Declan couldn't be human. It made no sense. There had to be sorcery involved to get me to react this way.

"Still fighting, huh? Do you ever shut your mind off?"

"Never. Can we just hurry up already?"

"That the kind of thing you say to all your hookups?" he murmured, his hot breath trailing along my length without him actually touching me. I was going to respond, at least to tell him to fuck off, but he pushed my thighs up and apart and I felt myself stiffen. I never let someone have my ass. They weren't even allowed to play. I didn't trust people enough to allow that.

"You can always bow out. I'm not going to make you. "

That felt a little like a challenge. He probably didn't mean it that way, he had checked more than once to make sure we were on the same page, but it still felt like one. I glared down at him, planting my feet on the bed.

"I said I'd do it. Are you gonna be a pussy about it or are you gonna do something?"

His answering grin was feral, and he leaned over me to pull a bottle of lube out of his nightstand.

"You're asking for trouble, baby. It's almost like you want me to be rough with you."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm starting to think you don't know how. Biting isn't what I'd call–" My voice cut off, a strangled sound escaping me as he pushed a finger inside me. He gave no warning, and he wasn't nice about it. I had only myself to blame for pushing him, but I wasn't going to apologize for it. I was doing what the damn vision said to do.

"You were saying?"

"Fuck y–"

A groan ripped from my throat as he pushed another finger in with the first. He backed off only for a second before shoving back in. Lightning shot up my spine as he brushed over my prostate. I'd found it before on my past partners, but never my own, and any and all protests about my current position disappeared. I groaned as he pumped his fingers, just rough enough to make me shiver. It burned when he added a third finger, but he kept stroking my prostate and teasing my cock with little licks that were almost torture, until I was pushing back for more.

When he withdrew his hand, I choked down a protest. I wasn't going to admit to him how much I liked that. How badly I wanted him to touch me again. I hated myself for it, and I growled when he moved off the bed.

"Relax, baby. You'll get what you need in a second."

"Fuck off," I snarled. His condescending shit pissed me off and distracted me from the turmoiled reaction to his touch. Which was probably his goal, since he was fucking grinning at me.

When he stripped off his boxers, I sat up suddenly, frowning at him. "What is that?"

He arched an eyebrow, a smug look on his face as he stroked his cock, almost hiding the discovery from me.

"Want a closer look? "

I narrowed my eyes. I was curious, but I got the feeling that if I asked, he'd make me get on my knees to get a good look. What little I saw was still shocking, though. And despite the promise in his eyes, I had to get a better look.

"Show me."

He smirked. "You look like you already know what I want first."

With a growl, I shoved myself off the bed and dropped to my knees. I wasn't kind when I fisted him, but he didn't seem to mind the rough touch, groaning as I stroked over him. His dick was pierced. I'd never seen anything like that. And it wasn't just once. Little silver balls ran along the underside of his cock in two rows, including one through the head.

"Why would you do that? Doesn't it hurt?"

He hummed, his hand covering mine as he urged me to stroke him. "Hurt like a bitch when I got it done. But it feels good now. Makes me more sensitive. And my partners seem to enjoy it."

Without thinking about it, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the piercings underneath. Declan groaned, but he didn't let me explore for long. He fisted the hair on the back of my head, tugging hard enough to force me to look at him.

"The one choice you get tonight is how I take you. On your stomach or on your back. Hurry up or I'll choose for you."

The order burned against my mind, but I moved to lie on my stomach on the bed anyway, silently cursing Athena in my head.

I refused to look as Declan tore open the little foil packet. I knew humans used them to protect against diseases and technically he didn't need to use them with me, since demons can't catch human diseases, but I didn't correct him. I wanted to get this over with more than I wanted to argue about protection.

My entire body tensed when the head of his cock brushed against my ass. I braced myself, willing him to get it over with, but he must've felt it because he didn't move. He chuckled low, leaning over me to nip my earlobe.

"You really think I'm gonna do anything while you're that tense?"

"Just fucking do it," I snarled.

He hummed, running his hands along my spine, teasing my wings, and down to my ass and along my tail. With me refusing to look over my shoulder, I couldn't tell what the hell he was doing. When he spread my ass cheeks, I thought he was finally giving in, but it wasn't his cock that pushed inside me. It was his fucking tongue.

"Fuck!"

My body contorted in pleasure as he unleashed that teasing mouth on my ass. He licked, sucked, and nipped, until I was almost begging for more. I wouldn't get off that way, but the torture had me riding the edge the entire time. A few strokes of my cock and I'd explode. He pushed his fingers back in, his tongue teasing the rim as he stretched me. And this time, when he pulled away, I couldn't hold back my protest.

"No, don't stop…"

His chuckle made me shiver, rougher than I'd expected. "I'm not going to stop. I'm just going to give you a different kind of pleasure."

It was all the warning I got before he lined himself up and pushed inside me. Even with all the prep, it burned, but not enough to block out the feeling of those metal balls on my insides. The one on top rested against my prostate as he paused, giving my body time to adjust. Anticipation made me tremble, and when he leaned back and thrust in hard, I shouted in surprise.

"Oh, fuck!"

He wasn't snarky, and he didn't tease me anymore. He set a punishing pace, riding my ass hard, and my eyes rolled into my head. The metal balls were the sweetest kind of torture to my rim, the top one teasing my prostate even through the rubber of the condom. I buried my face against the pillows, muffling the noises I couldn't stop from spilling out of my mouth. At least until Declan gripped one of my horns to force my head back. He didn't know the pleasure some demons got from that kind of touch, and I nearly exploded instantly.

"Don't hide from me, Aziel," He growled against my ear. "I want to hear you take what I give you."

Like a rubber band breaking, something snapped inside me and I felt myself surrender to his words. Right now, in this moment, I wasn't in control. I took everything he gave me and more until the only thing I could hear in my mind was white noise. No more fighting, no more protests. I relaxed and let him take over.

"Yes! Like that! Fuck yes!" he shouted .

I could only groan in response, a new kind of tension coiling in my middle. I wasn't going to last much longer. It was more pleasure than I'd experienced before and I couldn't hold back.

"Close…"

He groaned, bucking harder against me, making my eyes squeeze shut from the assault as he brutally pegged my prostate.

"Do it. Come for me, baby. I'm right behind you."

Like a bomb going off in my middle, I exploded, pleasure and relief rushing through every inch of me. My back bowed, my ass clenched tightly, and stars danced behind my eyes. It wasn't the demand that set me off. It was the fact that he was with me the whole way. It was just pillow talk, I knew that. But imagining that was true felt better than anything else.