Claimed By My Alpha Stepbrother.

7.

AZRIEL.

As I buried my face into her wetness, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, lifting her off the surface. When she pressed one hand against my head, fisting my hair then tugging every time I thrust my tongue inside, I was forced to try to tamp back the lurking creature.

She continued shifting her hips, acting as if she was desperate to get out of my hold. Then I realized she was fighting succumbing to the pleasure, allowing herself to let go.

I slipped a single finger into her very tight p***y, my c**k was now in severe pain. Her reaction was heavenly, her entire body tensing, and she did what she could to shove me away. This time, her whimper was full of dreaded anticipation.

“Don't fight it,” I commanded. “It's going to feel so good.” I continued lapping her juice, taking my time as I pumped into her with gentle, even strokes.

I picked up a rhythm, adding a second and third finger, curling the tips as I thrust inside. As soon as I pulled her c**t into my mouth, she let out another shriek.

I knew she’d lost her senses, allowing her body to enjoy the sensations.

"That’s it. Come on my tongue, baby.”

“Oh. Oh. Oh…”

Even though she pressed her hand across her face, I was still able to capture her beautiful smile. Certainly, I have never seen this kind of reaction from any woman that I had been with.

I continued licking her furiously, realizing her entire body was still shaking. As a single orgasm swept into much more, I held her wide open, drinking my fill, trickles of her sweet nectar sliding down the back of my throat.

There was nothing like watching the intensity of her expression as it changed because she was shy from this experience that she was enjoying. Only after her body stopped shaking did I rub my wet lips against one inner thigh then the other, ending by rubbing my fingers down the length of one leg.

Moaning, she rolled onto her side, trying to catch her breath, curling into a ball as if that would keep her protected from me.

“Are you ready for me, Little one?” I asked, although the question was more rhetorical than anything. I was too far gone to hold back my desires. The beast had to be fed or he’d go mad and that wasn’t something anyone wanted to face.

Seraphina shifted, taking gulping breaths. When I pulled her off the island, easing her bare feet to the floor, she gasped. Every action became tender as she pressed her palms against my chest, her long fingers kneading while she dug her nails into my skin.

I was so aroused, so much so I could easily drive my c**k into her tight little p***y right here in the middle of my stark kitchen. That would be typical of me, my lack of interest in romance or true intimacy what I was known for. However, as with everything else, there was a need in me to make this one different. A warning that if I didn't handle her specially, that I would regret my actions.

Chuckling, I slipped my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her onto her toes. Then I slid my slickened fingers around her lips, finally pushing them into her heated mouth.

Her eyes opened wide as they’d done before, and she immediately snapped her long fingers around my wrist. I expected her to try to pull them free, but she did just the opposite, holding my arm in place as she took her time sucking on my thick digits.

Everything about her actions was sexy as hell, the little seductress not realizing how intense the fire was burning deep within.

I took scattered breaths, unable to take my eyes off her as she took her time licking every drop of her juice from my fingers, acting as if she was savoring her favorite flavor of ice cream.

She wasn't just seductive. She was enchanting and could take my life force with her if she wanted to. Speaking of which, it was a careless mistake considering who I was.

When they were sufficiently slickened, she gave me an apprehensive look, searching for either praise or perhaps expecting admonishment. “You have one hot mouth, Little one.”

“Mmm…” she murmured over the thick invasion. I couldn’t help myself, flexing my fingers open and driving them into the back of her throat. A part of me wanted to force her down to her knees, taking my c**k instead, but that would come later after I’d finished f*****g her to exhaustion.

I wasn’t expecting her to shove her hands against me, completely breaking the connection. Her lilting laughter filtered into the air as she backed away, moving around the edge of the island and out of my reach.

“What do you think you’re doing, Little one?”

"I’m not little. What I’m doing is having fun with you.”

“Be careful. I don't like being teased.”

“You’ll need to put me in order then.” Her laughter continued as she backed away. Then she jerked to the right, flitting out of the room. I couldn’t help but laugh, not remembering the last time I’d felt so at ease.

With her, I could be anybody I wanted to be. She had a way of distracting me from the darkness that lived within me and all the deadly things I have done in my life.

This was a night of passion for two strangers. What the hell could be better than that? Ah, yes. The answer was easy. Her writhing underneath me.

I took two long strides, remaining in the doorway as I listened, tamping back my heavy breathing. Her laugher had ceased, but I sensed she remained close.

As I moved into the darkened hallway, I twisted my head from one side to the other. There was no noise but the humming of the air conditioner. While I usually managed to ignore the sound, tonight it added to the eerie effect as the rain continued to pelt against the roof.

I took silent steps, hissing when my foot hit the single floorboard that I knew creaked. I could swear the tinkling sound of muffled laughter was a sweet reward for giving away my location. It was impossible not to smile as I headed toward the sound, lewd and filthy thoughts of what I wanted to do to her streaming into the back of my mind. I stopped short just before entering the living room.

“Come out, wherever you are. Or there will be a fierce consequence to face.”

The silence was surprising. Then I could swear I heard another muffled sound, as if she was doing her best to stifle another laugh.

“I think you’ve already learned what happens to bad girls when they don’t obey. It’s time to finish what I started. Teasing me isn’t a good idea.”

I moved further into the room, scanning the perimeter. There were several places for her to hide. Another surprise was how much I adored the way she was toying with me.

It made the anticipation that much greater. When she said nothing, I moved quickly behind the chair, certain I’d find her. Then I heard another noise and turned just in time to see a pillow flopping from the couch in front of the fireplace.

Smirking, I moved toward it silently, issuing a throaty growl as I jumped from around the side. The silence was almost irritating. She really believed she could win this game.

I turned in a full circle, amused as hell at the way my mind worked. I was annoyed and aroused. The combination was uncomfortable and sexy at the same time.

“You have one chance to give up like a good little girl. If you don’t, then I’m going to make you never forget the outcome of defiling me. And I promise I won’t be intense.”

I kept glancing from one shadowed corner to another, searching for something out of place, some sign of where she could be.

That was what unsettled me.

My instincts began to claw at the back of my mind, sharp and relentless. What if I had let myself get distracted? What if I had opened my door, my space, to the very thing I was trained to destroy?

The mission was only hours away. I knew better than this. I was never careless. Never impulsive.

But she had smiled. And I had let my guard drop.

What if she wasn’t just a woman who stumbled into my life at the wrong time? What if she was a spy? What if I had handed her access without even questioning it?

My stomach dropped.

What the f**k had I done?