All Chapters of Seduced by The Two Shadowed Nephilim: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“The bride is you.”Samiel’s words land heavy, and it takes several seconds for my brain to realize he’s serious.I blink once. Twice.He can’t have actually said that.— You’ve lost your damn mind — I finally manage to speak. — I’d never marry you.He tilts his head, his breath brushing hot against my neck.— We don’t call it marriage — he says, voice low. — It’s a definitive bond.Definitive.The sound of that word in his voice vibrates through my body, and I hate myself for being so weak when it comes to this damned vicarius.— Call it whatever you want. — I push at his chest with both hands, but it’s like pushing a wall. — I don’t want it.His jaw tightens.— And you think I do? — The pressure on my waist increases, and my body reacts in the worst possible way. — But it’s the only way to shield you from the others. A definitive bond makes you untouchable to any other nephilim. Even the sentinels would be punished for laying a hand on you.My pulse hammers against my neck, my whole

I shoot up from the round sofa, almost jumping to my feet.The silence is pure agony as Samiel walks through the hall doors. Blood stains his fingers and the tear across his shirt, but it’s his gaze that freezes me — so full of irony and violence it steals the air from my lungs.And in some twisted, sick way, that look brings a rush of relief I shouldn’t be capable of feeling.“More force of nature than soul,” as Zara said.That force of nature came here because of me. And I know no one in this room can stop him from taking me.I exhale slowly, my body finally loosening just a little.Azrion doesn’t rise. He just drapes an arm lazily along the back of the sofa.— I apologize if my guards weren’t polite to you — he says, voice laced with sarcasm.Samiel shows his palms, smeared with blood like trophies.— You should stop training your people to fight only Sentinels, Azrion. They need to learn how to handle someone their own size.The master lets out a slow grin, amusement flickering in

He steps aside from the door without a word, and I walk in.— It’s not what you’re thinking — I say. — I came because I can’t sleep.His eyes move over my face for a moment, and my cheeks burn.— I don’t know any lullabies — he says, voice flat. — And my bedtime stories might have the opposite effect on mortals.I bite back a smile at his dry humor.— Everything upstairs is too big for me. I miss my small apartment.— You’re not going back there. I don’t have anyone available to keep watch over you.— Actually, I was going to ask if we could switch places. You stay up there, and I stay here.He doesn’t even blink:— No.Straightforward. Typical of him.I huff.— Why not? Cael’s apartment is perfect.— If I thought it was perfect, I’d have one just like it. — A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth before he turns away. — And this is where I keep my weapons.He walks into the back room, the one that should be a closet, but the last time I was here, it was packed with guns and amm

She feels her way through the closet doors and furniture like someone lost in a maze. She has no idea my vision cuts through this dark — not as sharp as in daylight, obviously, but enough to take in her whole body, the way her chest is rising and falling fast.Her hand slips down inside my trousers and I try to catch her wrist, but I give up when her fingers close around me. Air rushes out of me. I can’t hold myself back; I feel like a damned animal.And how could I not? Since this umbra appeared, my head’s been a chaotic mess — iIt doesn’t take a genius to see I’m done with the other girls. I haven’t put a finger on any of them since, but for feeding.Now, how could I resist this body offering itself like that, this small hand wrapped around me, moving up and down, begging to satisfy me?Every stroke makes me lose myself more. Then she pulls me toward her throat, and I feel her pulse beating hard under my mouth.— I can’t do this… — I growl into the beat of it — both things at once.

“You’re trapped with me. Understand?”The words crash into me, and for a moment, I can’t react. His body blocks my way out, arms stretched against the shelf behind me like a cage.His stare holds mine so hard, his breath coming fast with anger, that it almost feels like he wants this, like he actually wants the bond.But that can’t be true. It’s a burden to him… isn’t it?— Understand? — he repeats, his voice lower now, but still edged with threat.My chest rises and falls in chaos. My gaze drifts over his face; I can’t look away. There’s no Nox anymore, no bar, no crowd. No one’s watching. It’s just him and me.But the more I try to read him, the more lost I feel.I nod slowly.— Sami… man… — Eryon’s voice comes from beside the bar. — People are watching.And that’s the bucket of cold water straight to my head.The spell he had over me breaks, and only then do I remember where we are. He releases the shelf without hurry, still staring at me, and the air finally moves again — but my