Chapter 80: Chapter 80
Charlotte sighed as she turned in her bed to come face to face with the handsome man. She lifted a finger and lightly traced his face. Yesterday, Azraiel told her about the Royal meeting, the entries that they found from 1971 and the letter he sent to the red eyed creatures. That’s not it…
He also told her that the initiation ceremony would now be held on Friday…
Which is tomorrow.
Azraiel wants her to be a part of the pack before he leaves for the King’s castle. He says it’s for her safety but she feels like it’s more for everyone else’s sake. If she becomes a part of the pack, she would be less likely to hurt the pack members when he is not here to control the situation. As for the mating and marking ceremony, he has been silent. Charlotte understands his hesitation to be honest, but it still doesn’t feel good. Moreover, she trusts him. He’d never do anything to hurt her.
Azraiel moves in his sleep and his arm tightens around her waist. With a smile, she snuggles up to him and closes her eyes. Charlotte breathes him in, his scent making her forget the worries and remember only one thing; him.
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Azraiel walked out of the washroom after taking a shower. His mate was currently standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair. She was dressed in a tank top and shorts, having finished the first training session with him. She was nervous, he knows that. He has moved up the initiation ceremony and she has been feeling restless ever since he told her.
But he has no other choice.
If something happens when he is away, he wants his pack to see her as their Luna and a fellow pack member and protect her at all costs.
Rubbing his hair with the towel, he walks towards her and stands behind her. Gently, he takes the brush from her hands and starts combing her hair. He knows she is watching him from the mirror.
“What are you doing?” Charlotte asks with a smile threatening to come on her lips.
“Brushing your hair.” He replies while sweeping her hair to the side and place a kiss on her neck. He looks in the mirror at just the right time to see her close her eyes.
A sudden glint appears in his eyes and he puts the hair brush away.
He moves closer to her, so that his chest is now touching her back. He puts his head in the crook of her neck and inhales her smell. His hands move in their own accord and rests on the tank top. With one hand, he pushes the fabric of her tank top away and gently brushes her skin.
He softly bites her earlobe, “Open your eyes and look at me!”, his voice is barely above a whisper. She gulps before opening her eyes.
Her mouth is a bit parted, her heart beating fast at a sweet rhythm. He takes his time in caressing the soft skin of her abdomen, his both hands now on the skin rather than the fabric. She is watching him, her eyes never leaving him in the mirror, watching his every move. Once he is satisfied that he has her complete attention, he puts his chin on her shoulder and looks straight into her eyes in the mirror. They stare at each other for a few seconds, just enjoying the warmth of each other’s body. Rubbing his cheek against hers, he gently moves above the waistband of her shorts and slowly puts his fingers inside the shorts. He hears her breath hitch as soon as his hand makes contact with her skin. The muscles clench beneath his fingers. He slowly moves his hand downwards, moving her legs apart with other hand. Slowly, he starts moving his fingers in a circular motion on her crotch over her panties. He relishes in the lust that clouds her eyes. Looking straight in her eyes, he pushes aside the fabric of her panties and touches the lips with his index finger. A whimper meets his ears. Azraiel plays with her clit for a moment, enjoying the soft and smooth texture and then pulls the lips apart. A gasp is the answer as soon as he inserts a finger. Her back arches and hips press further into him. Azraiel keeps exploring the soft wet walls, feeling his fingers drench in her juices. Mhmm….can’t wait to have my mouth down there! He thinks to himself as the strong smell of her arousal hits his nose. Charlotte lets out a soft moan as he inserts another finger inside her. This time her back arches even more, and now her face is facing upwards, eyes barely open but still looking in the mirror, at him. Azraiel takes the chance and starts peppering kisses on her neck, leaving teeth marks a few times and then soothing it with his tongue. As the pace of movement of his finger increases, Charlotte starts to squirm under his hold. After squirming for a while at last, she puts her one hand over his hand that has been inside her shorts, pressing it even more to her crotch. With her other hand she holds Azraiel’s arm for support. As her hips move against his front, the bulge in his pants increases. Azraiel tightens his hold on her waist as she thrusts her hips to meet his fingers while simultaneously brushing against his cock. As her legs start to shake she takes his hand that was resting on her waist and drags it to her breast. Azraiel curses as his hand contacts her soft skin and trace the hardened nipple over her bra, the contact now responsible for the blood that definitely rushed to his penis. He’ll need a cold shower…again!
Squeezing her breast in his palm, he couldn’t take it, so he kisses her check and as she turns her head towards him, he plants his lips on hers. He swallows down the gasps and moans escaping her lips. His tongue clashing with hers in a war of dominance. He pours every bit of love he feels in his kiss; every emotion he has suppressed so far.
With a swift tug, he pulls his hand away and pushes Charlotte on the bed. As soon as her back hits the mattress, he tugs away her shorts and the lavender panty. A slight bush of black hair between her legs greets him. He instantly pushes her legs apart and bends down. He blows a soft breath with his mouth on her center, enjoying the way her muscles clench at the sensation. He pushes his nose in her center and inhales the delicious smell, softly kissing her upper thighs and smiling at the sounds coming from her mouth. He starts lapping up the juices, delving his tongue in her core, enjoying the sweet nectar. It isn’t even a minute later that he feels her fingers buried in his hair pushing his head further between her legs. His one hand moves upwards and cups her breast, squeezing it slightly and pinching her nipple above the sport bra she’s wearing. He looks up to see her face and finds her looking right at him, her other hand caressing the breast that Azraiel wasn’t giving attention to. Chucking, he increases his assault on her core. Azraiel doesn’t stop, his mouth leaving her only to put it somewhere else. Soon, she starts thrusting her hips vigorously, her upper body arching as high it could signaling that she is close to the finish. He isn’t wrong as just a few seconds later a gush of liquid starts seeping out from her core and he wastes no time in putting his mouth to use and lapping them all.
Both of them take a minute to catch their breath and Azraiel lies on the bed beside her with a plop.
He turns his head to find her looking at him with a smile.
“I should have done this sooner!” He says with a smirk.
The sound of his mate’s laughter fills his ears, “I agree!”