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But I’m already arching into the next thrust, riding the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain. His feathers brush my thighs, sin-soft and searing, as we race toward ruin.
His rhythm fractures into something feral. Talons crack from his fingertips, shredding grooves into the stone flanking my head. I laugh—a hoarse, broken sound—as ichor-black veins snake up his neck.
"Losing your pretty princely composure?" I rasp.
His snarl vibrates against my carotid. "Youcravethe monster."
"Prove it."
The slap of skin grows obscenely loud. His wings beat once, sending a gust reeking of sulfur and sex whipping through the room. Every thrust jolts through me like a lightning strike, my calves locked like iron around his waist as we chase the cliff’s edge.
"Harder."
"Beggingnow, little queen?" His teeth rip through my tunic’s collar, exposing the glowing sigil spreading across my collarbones.
"Demanding." I rake claws I didn’t know I’d grown down his back, scraping over the slave brand. His roar shakes dust from the ceiling.
Seed. Sweat. Blood. The air thickens with the musk of demon pheromones mingling with my awakening incubus scent—honeysuckle and rotting roses.
Azrael’s hand slams over my mouth again. "Quiet when you come."
I bite down hard enough to taste brass, muffled screams vibrating his palm as the coil snaps. He follows with a guttural curse, pouring himself into me in hot, pulsing waves that ignite every nerve.
We collapse in a tangled heap of limbs and feathers, his chains clinking against the floor as I trace the slave brand’s edges. The mark flickers faintly where my fingers pass.
"Did we just?—"
"Burn out another sigil? Clever girl." His thumb swipes through the mess on my thigh, holding up slick fingers glinting with gold-tinged fluid. "Seems my essence minglesinterestinglywith your awakened blood."
I sit up slowly, skin still humming. "You planned this."
"Planned?" He catches my wrist, pressing my palm against the weakening brand. "I merely… leveraged available resources."
The door rattles. Distant shouts echo.
Azrael’s grin turns feral as his wings furl. "Shall we test how much that weakened them?"
24
AZRAEL
Ilie beside her, the weight of realization pressing down like a stone in my chest. The ceiling above is cracked, shadowed by years of neglect, yet I can’t take my eyes off Kara. Her chest rises and falls with a steady rhythm, and each breath stirs something within me. She sleeps peacefully, unaware of the tumult brewing inside me.
Once, I was a lord among demons, feared and respected. My pride was my armor—shining and unyielding. But now? Now I sit here watching her, knowing she’s stronger than I am. The shift in our dynamic gnaws at my insides, an undeniable truth sinking its teeth into my very bones.
Kara’s power hums in the air around us, electric and intoxicating. She leads with such confidence now; it’s a heady sight that both infuriates and fascinates me. I’ve spent centuries clinging to my superiority, but here she is—this human girl awakening as an incubus queen—and I find myself struggling to reconcile that.
I push myself up into a sitting position, running a hand through my hair as I stare at the dim room around us. Thisplace is filled with memories of defeat and shackles. But now it’s different; she has altered everything with her awakening.
I think back to the elders’ whispers from long ago—the prophecies woven through our bloodlines, claiming that I was born for her. An incubus queen destined to usher in the next generation of power. They spoke of unity between demonkind and human essence—the balance that could change realms forever.
But what do they know? How could they foresee this moment? Their words ring hollow now against the backdrop of reality. As much as it shatters my pride to admit it, maybe this is what I was meant for: not just to lead or dominate but to support her ascent—to stand beside her as she claims her rightful place.
Her strength swells with each passing day while mine diminishes under the weight of chains binding me to this mortal realm. The thought sends anger coursing through me—a dark heat rising like smoke from hellfire. But even that anger feels impotent when faced with Kara’s fierce determination.
What does it mean for me? If she rises higher than I ever did… what then? Do I become just another shadow behind her throne? Or will she bring me along in this revolution she seems poised to ignite?
I glance back at her sleeping form again. She looks peaceful now—innocent almost—but beneath that surface lies a tempest waiting to be unleashed. That thought ignites something else within me: admiration mixed with an unsettling longing for closeness. Perhaps in this twisted fate we share, there exists potential for more than just power or dominance.
