Page 12 of Azure Mania

“Wrong answer,” he hisses, and pulls out of me. I whimper, involuntarily and that makes him laugh. It’s deep, sadistic, and in more than one way, it fucking terrifying. His eyes hold a level of insanity I’ve never seen before, and it makes me question what comes next.

Then, Lucifer flips me around. My elbows on the mattress, my ass high in the air. He spanks me once, the force causing me to jolt forward. The stinging sensation remains, and I bite my lip hard, determined not to let embarrassing sounds from slipping out. I can’t let the bastard know how much I’m enjoying this.

As the thoughts threaten to overwhelm me, Lucifer lines the tip of his cock right against my entrance, before pushing it all the way back in. I moan, that little promise to myself from a moment ago quickly forgotten.

“Your cunt is so wet for me, Little Lamb,” he groans, holding my hips tightly, slamming into me. His pace is brutal and relentless. “God, you’re soaking me.”

“Lucifer,” I rasp, my throat closing up. My head turns, glancing at him over my shoulder, and the sight makes my heart plummet in my chest. His lips are parted, ever so slightly, his eyes glued to where his cock going in and out of me, the feral madness intensifying with each passing moment. “God, Lucifer.”

“I’m no God, Little Lamb,” he snaps his eyes to mine. “I’m a monster that you loathe. The same monster who’s claiming your cunt for himself.”

I swallow thickly, sweat dripping from my forehead. My vision gets blurry, my breathing rigid. I can barely see him through the cloud of haze and desire, his cock reaching that sweet spot inside of me with each brutal thrust, making me unable to hold it all inside.

His large hands hold my hips, and he yanks me back, slamming me onto his cock. My eyes widen in surprise, the sudden ache morphing into a pure, animalistic delight that provokes a deep scream from the back of my throat.

“Lucifer,” I plead, and he reaches forward, his finger rubbing my clit. Black dots form in my vision from the sheer pleasure, my body trembling against him. His chest is pressed against my back, as he uses one hand to guide my movements, hitting the deepest spots inside of me. “I can’t hold it in anymore,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer chuckles, his teeth sinking into the very same spot as before. I can feel blood leaving my body, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Lucifer pinches my clit, and it breaks something inside of me.

“Come on my cock, Little Lamb. I want to feel you coming for the man you loathe the most in this world.”

His words are my undoing. In one moment, I’m doing my best not to give him what he wants, in the next, I’m unable to control my body. I come on his cock in waves, the scream of his name falling from my lips. He doesn’t stop, even as I come.

Lucifer continues to thrust into me violently, until I’m at the brink of exhaustion. Then, he follows suit. Pushing his cock as deep as possible, holding me tightly as he comes inside of me, the liquid spilling around his base.

My entire body is a mess. From the goosebumps and the sweat, to canine marks and the blood drops, that managed to drip down my chest. Lucifer’s panting behind me, his cock going limp inside of me.

Yet, he doesn’t push me off, or say a word.

Instead, we stay like this, waiting for the high to wear off. Once it does, we both know it’ll be fatal.

Chapter 8

Yvonne

The wind isn’t as strong this morning. It’s a little chilly, which gives me the perfect excuse to wear a buttoned-up shirt, covering the bite marks Lucifer left completely. Newer vampires don’t sleep, at all. However, the Sacred Seven are different than any other and I know that it’s their choice whether to sleep or not, similar to humans. Except, they won’t die if they don’t sleep for a while.

“You look terrible, Yvonne.”

Octavia’s voice comes from behind me, and I jolt, dropping the hose in the process. I’ve been watering my garden for the past hour. Usually, it takes me less than twenty minutes to do, but since there’s a very old, very broody vampire inside of my home right now, I’m not keen on returning inside.

“Holy shit, Octavia,” I breathe out, picking up the hose. “You scared me.”

She lifts a brow. “I can see that. I managed to catch you by surprise, which is a first. Is everything alright?”

I nod. “Yes. Did you manage to find out anything?”

Octavia glances behind at the cottage, then turns off the faucet. She motions with her head toward the woods, and starts walking. I follow her, knowing that no matter how far we go, we won’t be able to escape Lucifer’s ears. If he wants to listen in, he will and there’s nothing either of us can do about it.

“What is it?”

“I know he’s inside,” Octavia breathes out, stopping in her tracks, then turning to look at me, her expression serious. “And I know even here, he can listen, but… being in the forest gives me more comfort.”

“Okay. What did you find out?”

“There’s never been a record of something exactly like this happening. However, I found the diary of Alice McBeth.”

My breath gets caught in my throat and for a moment, all I can do is stare at Octavia.