A Rejected Wolf and a Court of Ash (Eden and Azriel) novel Chapter 44

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Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Eden

The food fades into mist, just like Azriel said it would. I watch it happen until I’m left staring at the empty air. My stomach is full now, but my heart aching for more.

More of him.

But falling for the man who is going to be the end of you isn’t wise. Azriel’s sister is going to eat my flesh and blow out the light in my eyes. She wants me dead, and since Azriel knows that I’m a fox, maybe it doesn’t matter what kind of omega I am.

The fae people are still my enemies. They want me dead, and I shouldn’t want anything to do with them.

So why does my heart hurt every time I think of Azriel? Why do I crave him?

I curl into myself on the cold stone floor, letting the darkness press down, thick and suffocating. I might not like it, but sleeping is easier than dealing with my troubled emotions.

And sleep comes fast, dragging me under like a riptide.

I dream.

The forest is endless. Moonlight cuts through the trees in broken shards, and mist coils around my ankles. I know without asking that it’s Azriel’s powers.

He’s here.

The tall fae steps out from the shadows like he belongs to them. Beautiful in the way that knives are beautiful. Lethal. Sharp. Like you might bleed if you touch them in the wrong way, or try hugging them.

My heart pounds faster the longer I look at him, a broken beat stumbling painfully against my ribs.

He says nothing at first, just watches me like he’s afraid if he blinks, I’ll disappear. Like he’s the one who’s starving now.

I take a step toward him.

So does he.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he says, voice hoarse.

“Like what?” I whisper.

“Like you trust me.”

I tilt my head, feeling something reckless unfurl in my chest. “Maybe I do.”

There’s a flicker of pain in his violet eyes. “You shouldn’t,” says, yet he is the one stepping closer.

My tone grows almost playful since I’ve never seen him like this. “And why is that?”

He breathes a laugh, but its pained. “Don’t play games with me, Eden. You already know the answer.”

“Maybe I need to hear it.”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “You’re falling for your executioner.”

I fall silent, then. “Am I falling for you, Azrjél?”

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His lips curl a little, but again, he looks more pained than happy. “You make me hate what I am.

I blink, the confession slicing through me.

Is that how he truly feels? This isn’t a trick?

No. I don’t think it is Gods, this is how he feels!

I reach out for him, fingers trembling when I touch his broad chest. His heart is racing, just like mine, and I look into his eyes. “You make me wish I was more.”

Azriel shudders like I’ve struck him. Like looking at me is breaking him apart. I don’t know what to do with that revelation so I keep staring at him. He does the same. Neither one of us moves. We just absorb each other.

Wanting. Breaking. Falling.

Then he moves, grabbing my hips and yanking me against his strong body so fast that the next breath whooshes from my lungs. Not that I need to breathe. Not when his mouth crashes into mine, savage and hungry.

A gasp gets swallowed by his mouth, lost when his tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me like his. He is in such control of my mouth that I couldn’t dream of kissing him back.

Doesn’t stop me from trying.

I pour everything into kissing him back and Azriel smiles against my lips. He doesn’t bully me for being less experienced. He just shoves his tongue deeper, rating me like his life depended on it. Like he can’t get enough of me. His hands roam and heat floods me in return. I like it when he palms one of my breasts, feeling this ache start between my thighs. I want more. So much more!

My hands slide up his chest. I’ve never been this reckless. Never touched a boy. Now I’m memorizing the hard lines of Azriel’s muscles, the desperate way he’s holding himself back. My hands grow more experimental and he groans into the kiss, a needy sound that makes my knees buckle.

He likes it when I touch him!

It feels like a victory…until Azriel takes over by cupping the back of my head, tilting it so he can deepen the kiss until I’m drunk on him.

His other hand trails down my spine, burning a path straight to my hips, gripping them like he needs me closer, closer.

“Azriel,” I gasp against his lips, and the sound of his name wrecked and wild on my tongue makes him snarl softly.

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His mouth finds my throat, teeth grazing the skin there in a dangerous promise. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he growls.

I clutch at his shirt. “Then show me.”

He freezes, the tension in him vibrating so hard I feel it in my bones.

“If I start,” he whispers, “I won’t be able to stop.”

The honest desperation in his voice makes my heart fracture in my chest.

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