AZRAEL
I bolt out of her room, darting across the hallways, enraged and furious at her underhanded mockery.
Her vile and distasteful mind games try to portray me as a feeble man, my mind lost over something as puny and as insignificant as a kiss—barely intense enough to be classified as "making out."
My hand is clasped over my lips, still wet and warm from hers, tingling from the brief contact they made. My thoughts are scattered.
I wipe the feeling off my lips like filth, her scent included, as if tainted by poison that burns into my skin, making me more agitated than I should be.
I had let myself slip away for a moment, fall, and be tempted by her.
I let my guard down, thinking foolishly that Selene had made a mistake picking her—underestimating her capabilities because she is obviously a weak, stuttering coward.
Filthy and plain; emaciated.
But, of course, that vile, wicked woman—Selene—would never send anyone for no reason.
She must be some kind of witch, versed in the deep, dark arts of sorcery of the mind… and seduction.
Yes! That's the only logical reason why she nearly had me undone in seconds with a mere kiss!
Years of living, of walking this earth aimlessly, has dulled almost every one of my senses over the course of millennia.
And, like an eternal punishment, I am forced to expand and explore different ways beyond the bounds of conscience, seeking pleasures to satiate this growing hollowness that eats into my sanity with every passing year.
It's been over a hundred years since anything so simple as a kiss has drawn a full arousal or even a flicker of interest from me.
It's always been years of adding something sick and twisted, developing some excitement to force pleasure and feel just a drop of relief from my growing madness from being alive for so long.
It's impossible that something like her is worth anything, so it must be sorcery.
What sort of magic does she possess?
I had believed myself to be immune from every kind, dark or light, every power divine or evil, thrown at me.
Not even Selene can interfere with me so easily, hence her having to resort to pathetic means.
I kick the doors of my quarters wide open, boiling with an irritation I haven't felt in so long.
A new, disgusting feeling that makes me want to punch through a wall explodes in my chest.
A hushed gasp catches my attention, drawing my gaze to my bed—on one end, the girl sitting there waiting, half-dressed in silk… for me.
I instantly remember who it is tonight was meant to be spent with… whatever her name is—I never bother with the name of the bedwarming women laid out for me; not that infuriating woman.
I only went to her chambers to satiate the desire to torture her, watch her tremble and cry, have her beg for mercy that will never come.
Nights ago, the sight of me forced her to tremble; she couldn't even bear being naked in my presence. And now—she dares be bold!
"ARGHH!" I throw a fist into my wall, breaking right into solid concrete, then flip the first table I come across.
It flies ahead of me, shattering against the brick wall in its way. The woman in my bed cowers, screaming and hiding beneath my sheets.
"Eros." I call out into the air.
My Beta emerges from the shadows in only seconds, drawing closer from behind. He falls on one knee with a curt bow.
"Sire."
"Where is Cali?"
"With the other high concubines, your Majesty."
"Give her some medical supplies. Send her to the stuttering girl."
There is a sudden pause, passing for a single second after my command. I feel his hesitation and confusion.
He looks up from his bow at me, not daring to question, but curiosity gets the better of him.
"Sire?" he questions out loud, pulling harder at my already fragile patience.
I growl at him, sending a warning glare.
"You heard me. Don't make me repeat myself."
He cowers for a moment, bowing to appease me before rising to his feet, rushing to carry out the order as given.
With him gone, I focus on distracting my thoughts.
My gaze finally moves back to my bed again and the woman sitting, waiting, peeking through the sheets to gauge if it's safe for her to come out again.
She's dressed in a loose-fitting garment to make removal easier, primed and prepped like a steak ready to be devoured.
I draw closer to her, ready to feed to my heart's desire as well tonight, to satiate the fire left burning in my veins. I raise her chin to see her face properly.
Pretty enough, firm, large breasts that spill excessively from the top of her outfit, soft, luscious skin, with a scent of honey. I can tell she will be delicious.
I smirk.