Page 43 of A Realm of Fire and Ash

"Okay," I whisper, dreading seeing Caius and Aggonid.

Azazel slips his hand in mine, helping me up before turning the knob and pushing the door open. Blinding light penetrates my eyes, and I'm forced to squint until someone quickly shuts the heavy curtains.

Caius lunges towards me, crushing me in his embrace. As comforting as it is, I can't succumb to the temptation and push him away. I can't allow myself to get further attached since I have no status here and am just a disposable prisoner they can use for their own entertainment. His grip tightens, before he reluctantly lets go of me.

My eyes find Aggonid, lounging on the bed like a spoiled cat. His gaze moves from my nervous face to Azazel's, then to our intertwined hands. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't comment, though his jaw ticks.

"Well, well," he drawls. "She lives. Let's get this over with."

I hesitate, squeezing Azazel's hand. "You're not staying on the bed."

He smiles, but there's no warmth in it. "I'll be here to make sure he doesn't take too much."

I whip my head towards Azazel. "Is that possible?"

He pauses, the air tense. "Theoretically, yes. Likely? No."

We stand in silence for a moment before Caius clears his throat. "Let's get this done."

I force my trembling legs to take me closer to the bed, my chest tightening with anticipation. I can barely breathe as I lie down, my gaze fixed on the canopy above me. Then, with a tug of the chain, Aggonid adjusts it, so it isn't too tight against my skin.

An inferno of heat radiates around me as Azazel's body envelopes mine and Caius joins us on the bed. The warmth pooling in my stomach is almost painful as Azazel's breath caresses my cheek. Despite my fear that has me frozen in place, he chuckles in my ear and whispers, "Relax, this is going to be the best night of your life."

Gritting my teeth, I try to keep my breathing even. Azazel's fingertips trace my collarbone, and I can't help the way goosebumps raise on my skin. I feel the shadows in the room converge, as if watchful of what we're about to do, keeping vigil over my terror. He leans in closer, and I can feel the fire of his essence melting away the chill of my panic.

His hand moves to grip my throat, his thumb pushing my chin back as my heart thrashes against its prison of bone, a wild surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. My beast paces in the depths of my mind, hungry for whatever he's about to offer.

Desperate for it.

He closes in, his body pressing heavily against mine, engulfing me in his heat. His lips press against my pulse, igniting a passion like I've never felt before. Just below my ear, his fangs pierce my skin.

Pain blooms into pleasure, an exquisite flame that has my body thrumming with a bliss I've never experienced before. My breath catches as the power swirls around us, and I claw at his back, pulling him closer until he's nestled between my thighs.

His fangs draw my essence from my veins, and a need so deep has me tearing at his shirt. I don't know who he is anymore, nor who I am, or where we are. I've shredded his shirt, hooking my legs around him, driving his pelvis against mine. His bare chest meets mine when I slice a nail down the front of my top.

As he feasts, his power courses through me. He works his mouth, tasting me as I gasp and moan, dragging my hips against his, but it isn't enough. I hike my skirt up, bunching it around my waist, desperate for more friction as he laps at my neck. There's still too much separating us, and while his erection presses where I need it, it isn't enough.

"More," I beg. "I need you."

"Who?" someone asks.

"All of you," I moan.

His teeth sink further into my flesh and he—whoever he is—groans at my neck.

"Fuck, I need to be in her," someone grits out next to me. "Come on, Az, let me in."

The man at my neck shifts, but a growl from the other side has him remaining in place.

"You can't fuck her, Caius," they snarl. "She's not in her right mind—"

"Someone better get me off," I whine as pleasure climbs.

The man's tongue slides over my neck, and I cry out at the pleasure. He rises between my hips, pushing against me and adjusting his position at the same time, better angling himself as he drives into me.

“Take your gods damned pants off,” I beg, but he just chuckles.

His fangs pull deeper, and the pressure builds low in my core. I'm struggling to think, my body rules my mind, caught in a wave of pleasure as he moves against me. I arch into him, floating and soaring as he claims me with his bite and thrusts.

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