I recoil. "Seduce him? After what he did?"
"Precisely because of what he did." Azaruk's talons trace my jaw. "I'm gifting you the power of control. He'll be putty in your hands."
The thought of touching that monster makes bile rise in my throat. But the promise of revenge... it sings in my blood.
"How?"
"Your very presence will intoxicate him. A look, a touch - he'll be helpless." Azaruk's grin is all teeth. "Lead him on, make him believe you've broken. He'll take you right to our noble target."
I clench my fists, nails biting into my palms. "And then?"
"Then, my dear, we strike. The noble falls, and you..." He leans in close, breath hot on my ear. "You get to make the captain suffer."
My heart races. The thought of finally making that bastard pay...
"What about the others? The whole camp?"
His laugh is dark velvet. "Once our primary goal is achieved, we'll raze it to the ground. Together."
The promise of wholesale destruction should horrify me. Instead, it fills me with a sick thrill.
"When do we begin?"
"Now." His eyes flash. "Let's see what you can do with your new... talents."
My heart hammers against my ribcage like a caged bird fighting for freedom. The taste of vengeance is sweet on my tongue, and I'm eager to spill the blood of those who've wronged me. But before I can leap into the fray, Azaruk has other ideas.
"Mercedes," he purrs, his voice a low rumble that resonates deep within my core. "There's one more thing we must do before we embark on our quest for vengeance."
I turn to him, my eyes alight with the fires of retribution. "What more could there be? I'm ready to--"
His finger presses against my lips, silencing my protest. "You must learn to master your new powers, and I must ensure that our bond is secure."
I frown, confusion clouding my thirst for revenge. "And how do we do that?"
His eyes darken, a predatory gleam that sends a thrill of both fear and excitement coursing through my veins. "You must ride my cock. Our union will solidify our pact and awaken your full potential."
A flush creeps up my neck as I realize what he's asking of me. The thought of joining with him again, so soon after our first encounter, is both daunting and exhilarating. I want to resist, to deny him this intimate act, but the pulsing need for power—for revenge—is too strong to ignore.
"Very well," I say, my voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within me. "Let's get this over with."
Azaruk's lips curve into a wicked smile as he takes a step back, allowing me to take in the full sight of him. His demon form is both terrifying and alluring, a testament to the raw power that now flows through my veins as well.
I approach him, my movements deliberate and full of purpose. This is not an act of love or even lust; it is a means to an end, a necessary step on the path to retribution. As I reach out to touch him, my fingers trace the contours of his muscular chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady thrum of his otherworldly heart.
“Good, little human. You’re so good at this.”
He groans as I straddle him, his hands gripping my hips with a possessiveness that sends a shiver down my spine. I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of our bodies merging, the wayhis power mingles with mine, creating a maelstrom of energy that threatens to consume us both.
“You like that? Am I making you feel good?” I ask. I’m trying to make it seem like I’m only here to please him, not that I’m actually enjoying every minute of this.
“Fuck yes. Don’t stop.”
I move atop him, a dance as old as time, yet it feels as though I'm discovering my own body again. Each sensation is heightened, each touch ignites a cascade of power that ripples through me, potent and wild. Azaruk's eyes are locked onto mine, a silent command for me to embrace this transformation, this rebirth into something more than human.
“Look at me pretty girl. Let me see those eyes.”
I look into his eyes and a warmth washes over me. There’s something in them that makes me feel safe. Makes me feel like this is more than a business transaction.