Page 16 of His to Break
“Stand up,” I say softly but firmly. “You’ll need your strength.”
He rises slowly but doesn’t take his eyes off me, drinking in every word like nectar from a forbidden flower.
Around him, whispers ripple through the group—a swell of hesitant agreement begins to build as they process what I’ve just proposed. One by one, they exchange glances filled with uncertainty and burgeoning hope.
“You’re not alone anymore,” I assure them, projecting confidence into every syllable as I step closer into their midst. “Together we can reclaim our lives from these monsters.”
A murmur runs through them—a collective realization igniting within each heart like a spark catching flame.
“Do you want revenge?” I ask, lowering my voice to create an intimate atmosphere despite our surroundings. They nod eagerly now; hope begins replacing fear.
With that flicker ignited inside them, I extend my hand outward dramatically. “Then kneel before your new leader.”
To my delight and satisfaction, one by one they drop down to their knees before me—each bowing in acceptance not only of my authority but also of the new path we will forge together. The atmosphere shifts; it feels electric and charged with potential as if the very air hums with our shared resolve.
As they kneel before me—these battered souls finally seeing glimmers of power where once there was none—I can’t help but revel in this moment. They look at me not just with awe but with something deeper: admiration and desire entwined within their submissive stances.
I lock eyes with each one as they kneel—my heart pounding not just for myself but for all of us—and whisper fiercely: “Tell the others. Let no elf hear you. When the time is right, I will tell you. Go, now.”
They disperse, a whirlwind of hushed excitement and newfound purpose, their eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and hope. I watch them go, feeling a surge of power ripple through me—a potent energy awakening deep within. It feels intoxicating, like I’m pulling the strings of their desires, bending them to my will.
When I finally return to Azrael, my heart races with exhilaration.
“They’re ready,” I announce, my voice low and sultry. “We’re going to start a rebellion.” The words roll off my tongue like honey, thick with promise.
His gaze sharpens as he studies me, the tension in the air crackling between us like electricity. I take a step closer, allowing my fingers to trail along his arm lightly. The contact ignites something primal inside me—an undeniable attraction that’s been simmering beneath the surface since the moment we met.
“Ready for what?” he asks, his tone curious yet cautious. There’s something magnetic about his presence that pulls me in deeper.
I lean in slightly, letting my breath ghost over his skin. “To rise up against our captors,” I whisper, reveling in the way his muscles tense under my touch. “To make them pay for every moment they’ve kept us chained.”
Azrael’s eyes darken with intrigue as he watches me closely, but there’s an edge of wariness lurking beneath his gaze.
“You think they’ll fight for you?” His skepticism is barely masked.
I smirk, tilting my head as I draw nearer still, savoring the way he reacts to my proximity—his breath hitches ever so slightly. “Oh yes,” I reply confidently. “They’re willing to die for me.” The admission sends a thrill coursing through me; power and seduction entwined within every syllable.
His eyes narrow slightly as if assessing my resolve. “And what do you gain from this?”
“Power,” I breathe softly, trailing a finger along his jawline before leaning in closer. “But more than that…” My lips hover tantalizingly near his ear as I whisper the next words: “I want you to see what we can become together.”
Every word drips with seduction as I pull back just enough to meet his gaze again—my heart pounding at the intensity burning between us. There’s an urgency thrumming beneath our skin, electric and alive.
“Let them follow me,” I say softly but firmly, pressing myself against him slightly, feeling the heat radiate from his bodyinto mine. “And together we’ll show those dark elves just how powerful we can be.”
14
AZRAEL
Ilean back in the shadows, observing Kara as she paces with newfound confidence. The way she carries herself is different now—assertive, almost regal. She’s transformed from the fragile girl I first encountered into a woman who believes she can command armies. Her movements are deliberate, every gesture infused with purpose, and I can’t help feeling a mix of admiration and apprehension.
Her voice cuts through my thoughts as she outlines her plans for the humans. “They’re ready,” she insists, her eyes gleaming with determination. “We can take control. We can destroy the dark elves.”
I nod slowly, feigning agreement while my mind races. It’s undeniable that Kara has an influence over these humans—a power they see in her that they lack themselves. She’s starting to see herself as a ruler, not a slave, and therein lies my conflict. Her rising strength could be the key to my freedom, but it also poses a threat. If she fully realizes her potential, she might no longer need me.
“Have you considered the risks?” I interject, trying to steer the conversation toward caution rather than blind ambition.
Kara pauses mid-stride, casting me an incredulous look. “Risks? Azrael, this is our chance! For too long we’ve been oppressed?—”
