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do we have cyanide in the kitchen? “I'll bring you your order right away,” says Alena. “Well, let's not waste time,” says the older man. “All right Mr. Parisi, as you can see in front of you is a folder with the partnership documents inside” the door opens and Ale enters with a tray, hands each of them their order and takes a seat next to me. He produces from t a small box from the inside pocket of his jacket, takes out a pill, and swallows it with the water.

It was me who had felt all the pleasure. Azrael shifted the robe open, exposing my chest; his hot mouth closed around my nipple, sucking firmly while his tongue flicked the sensitive bud. One hand kept massaging my ass, a thick finger teasing the sore rim of my hole without pushing inside. My breath hitched, and my cock leaked against his wrist. Azrael pulled back with a soft, amused laugh. “Alright, little wolf.” He covered me back up gently. “Food first.” He walked to the lampstand and pressed a button beneath it. “Bring food to my floor: roasted meats, fresh bread, fruits, warm broth. Quickly” His voice was calm, commanding.

“Is this some kind of BDSM shit?” He shook his head sideways as a scoff rolled out of his mouth. “Unfortunately, this isn’t.” He chuckled before folding the hand of the doctor coat as he winked at me. “This? This is PRESCRIPTION FOR PLEASURE. Open your mouth for me, Selene.” He purred with a blissful, seductive voice. The phrase “Prescription for Pleasure” made heat flood my entire core, and I felt my pussy grow wetter. I opened my mouth, and Doctor Charles shoved his coat inside my mouth so that I wouldn’t be able to speak anymore.

“I’ve waited centuries for you. I’m not waiting another second.” He was death incarnate. The Grim Reaper himself. Her uncle by marriage, though no blood connected them. They were forbidden in every possible way. And she wanted him with a desperation that terrified her. Oh my God. They were going to have sex. On a grave. While it rained.And he was her uncle. Sort of. I should have been horrified. Should have closed the book and questioned my taste in literature. Instead, I turned the page, my pulse quickening. “Tell me you want this,” Azrael demanded, his other hand sliding up her thigh beneath her soaked dress. “Tell me you want me to fuck you right here, right now, with death watching.”

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

” Ouriel was reading from his phone, “An excepts from My Experience with The Angel of Death by an unknown author.” The next morning, Remiel and Azrael was sat in the dining table, in front of each other, while Ouriel was sitting at their side in the head of the table, behind him was a painting of a rose with blood drippings. He was wearing a bright yellow shirt. Rad and Rogziel were out early. And Nae was arranging their lunch on the table, “Stop it Ouriel, no one’s listening to you.” Nae said as she sat down beside Remiel. Azrael was playing with her fork and Remiel was staring at Azrael’s fork. “Well, you’re wrong.” Ouriel turned to Azrael, “Azrael, what did I just read?” he said, confiden

He joined forces with Verge Tower and gradually surrounded the black energy. Azrael did not even realize what was going on but continued to taunt Philip. “I'm not someone to be trifled with, but don't worry, I’ll make a strong comeback with your body, and I’m grateful for that. “However, your little rabbit won’t be so lucky. It’ll become my first meal of the day. I haven’t eaten a bite in many years, so it’ll be nice to have a delicious meal of rabbit meat,” Azrael said happily as if Philip was doomed for sure.

"I can't give you a break; I go crazy when you're around. Your smell is intoxicating, and you're too beautiful for me to resist tonight," I flush paprika everywhere, feeling light-headed as I question if this is indeed happening. My eyes close on their own, and then I lose the ability to breathe as I'm kissed again, swept away by Azrael leaning forward with his strong arms pushing my hands above my head. He smells masculine, like raw sex and power, and I lean into him, unable to fight back the need to be with him. My legs are on either side of his waist, and I can feel his member pressing through his underwear. Tonight I'm sleeping with someone else's mate.

This caused Azrael to stop laughing. "Wait, you're serious about this aren't you? You really think I'm a submissive? "Honey I don't think it, I know you are! I smelled your slick, and it was mouth watering! It was the sweetest and most delicious scent I'd ever smelled in my entire life. It took everything I had not to rip your clothes off and spread your legs so I could dive my face in that ass of yours to lick it up!" Blake said and Azrael gulped. Blake smiled when he saw, for the first time Azrael's eyes begin to turn red. He knew he wasn't angry, he supposed he could be hungry, but he highly doubts that's why they turned red just now.