Page 105 of A Realm of Fire and Ash

Az tucks a loose lock of hair behind my ear before giving me a pat on the ass, "Go on and get him."

I open the door and Caius steps forward, bringing with him the scent of musky sandalwood and sweet jasmine. I'm spellbound by this devastatingly handsome fae, his body draped in leathers and his eyes lined in kohl. His presence stirs a deep beat within my chest like a primal drum.

"I assume you've called me here an hour before the Wild Pursuit because you finally want to give into what you've been craving?" He props his hand above my head, so it rests against the doorsill, his breath mingling with mine. "Though I didn't expect to find you here of all places."

I shake my head, grinning. "Come in." I grab him by the belt, dragging him into the house.

He scowls when he sees Az and Emeric standing in the living room, arms folded across their chests.

"You said you wanted to watch." I dangle the prospect of his dreams in front of him and he whirls towards me, his face a mask of shock.

"Andparticipate!" he exclaims, mouth agape and fevered desperation glinting in his eyes.

I shrug. "That'll be up to my beast."

He looks me up and down, eyes narrowed. "Well, I'm sure your beast will be more than happy to oblige."

I smirk, turning towards the kitchen. "Come now, we have an hour before all hell breaks loose."

We're just finishing eating when the air around us becomes electric, and the hair on my arms stands on end.

More.

I glance around the table, checking to see if any of the others heard that. They watch me with predatory intent, eyes sharp, and then I realize that the time of the Wild Pursuit is upon us.

Just as I open my mouth to speak, I shove back from the table, my chair clattering to the floor, and bolt from the room. Laughter peels from my throat, unbidden, and a surge of energy takes over my body as my beast takes control.

The call of freedom and lust sings through my veins, and the scent of my desire trails behind me as I rush down the hallway and slam the bedroom door shut. I dive onto the bed, heart pounding and breathing harsh, knowing that only one thing can ease the burning ache inside of me.

Them.

The heavy wooden door explodes from its hinges and crashes to the ground with a deafening boom. Three handsome fae stand in the doorway and I feel their power reverberate through me, igniting a primal pulse of desire deep in my core.

Az leads, and Emeric and Caius move around him like graceful predators. I can hardly contain my beast as it preens beneath their unwavering gazes, begging them to take whatever they wish of me. I lie back on the bed, panting and practically trembling with need. My body aches and begs to be taken, but I won't give in completely.

I shudder as I recognize the inevitability of what I've been running towards, and away from, all this time.

Az snatches me from the bed, and his lips descend on mine with an insatiable hunger that seems to consume my very soul. His hands roam across my body, setting it aflame with an unquenchable passion, as if he's a man possessed. As though I am both his poison and his antidote.

I can't help but respond to his touch, stretching out beneath him. The sensations he stirs in me are like nothing I've ever experienced before, a heady mix of desire and fear that leaves me dizzy with need. As he kisses me, I feel my resistance crumbling, my defenses giving way to the raw power of our connection. My beast is at the helm, but I am a willing passenger.

He wrenches my clothes from my body with a force that leaves me gasping, ripping the fabric like it’s his own enemy. My eyes never leaving the contours of his body as he does the same to his, I can feel the steam radiating from his heated skin as every inch of his toned, tattooed body is exposed to me. His muscles quiver with raw want as he moves closer to me.

A scalding fire engulfs my soul, and I'm overcome with a craving for him to consume me and claim me as his own. His voice is like an earthquake, shaking me with its depth and power, as he growls out, "Mine."

The feral beast within me is unleashed with a devilish smirk on my face as I challenge him, "Prove it."

He enters me slowly, filling me inch by inch, and though the pain is brief it's intense enough for me to let out a strangled gasp. He pauses for a moment, allowing my body to adjust before pushing himself further in. His gaze never leaves mine and his body vibrates from the effort he's making not to let his beast take over completely.

But then something changes in his expression, and I can feel it radiating from his body; something primal and feral takes over him and he thrusts himself into me powerfully, as if staking his claim beyond all doubt. His eyes take on a wild intensity, more monster than man.

A delicious sear of pain and pleasure floods every inch of my being, setting off sparks throughout my body with each thrust of his hips into mine. My breath comes in tight gasps as the intensity builds higher and higher.

Caius and Emeric crowd around us, adding their own touches, sweat slicking our skin. Their hands and mouths explore me, and a primal scream escapes my throat as my body shakes, the climax sweeping through me as Azazel's fangs pierce my neck.

The act draws pleasure from a deep well inside me. Both my fangs and claws elongate, sinking into his flesh as though I were cutting silk. Az's blood fills my mouth, and the taste is euphoric and familiar all at once, a sense of comfort settling in my chest.

Mine.

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