Deadly Nightshade MXMXM

XXIX

The air in the room crackled with a tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Azrael stood rooted to the spot, his mind a whirl of conflicting emotions—rage, confusion, fear, and something darker, more primal that he couldn't quite put into words. Lucian and Kieran had him cornered, their eyes gleaming with that same dangerous hunger that made his pulse race in his throat.

He had slapped Lucian out of pure frustration, expecting anger, retaliation, something that would validate his own fury. But the way they responded—with dark desire instead of rage—had thrown him completely off balance. His breath came in short, uneven gasps as Lucian's words replayed in his mind, "Do it again." There was no mistaking the command in his voice, the challenge in his eyes.

A thrill shot through Azrael, sharp and intoxicating. This was wrong. He knew it was wrong. But the way they were looking at him, like wolves circling their prey, only made him feel more alive, more aware of every inch of his body. It was as if something deep within him had been awakened—a desire he had long buried, or perhaps never even known existed.

Lucian stepped closer, the red mark on his cheek stark against his pale skin, but his eyes held none of the pain or anger Azrael had expected. Instead, there was an intensity in them that made Azrael's heart race faster. Lucian's hand reached out, his fingers brushing lightly over Azrael's cheek, sending a shiver down his spine.

"You have no idea what you do to us, do you?" Lucian's voice was low, a velvety purr that curled around Azrael like a snake, tightening its grip on his resolve.

Kieran moved in closer, flanking Azrael on the other side. His hand came up to gently trace the line of Azrael's jaw, his touch feather-light but loaded with intent. "You're so full of fire, Azrael," Kieran murmured, his breath warm against Azrael's ear. "So full of rage. But there's something else, isn't there? Something darker... something that wants to be set free."

Azrael's breath hitched as Kieran's words sank in, resonating with the wild storm of emotions within him. His body responded to their touches despite himself, heat pooling in his stomach, a tremor of desire running through him. He wanted to fight it, to push them away and demand answers, but the way they were looking at him, touching him, was making it impossible to think clearly.

Lucian's hand slid from his cheek down to his throat, fingers splayed gently across the sensitive skin there, feeling the rapid pulse beneath. His grip tightened just slightly, a teasing hint of control that made Azrael's knees feel weak. Kieran's hand mirrored his brother's, trailing down Azrael's arm before wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

"Do you know what you look like right now?" Lucian whispered, his voice a seductive drawl. "You make us want to devour you whole."

Azrael's eyes fluttered shut, his breathing ragged. He could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, their presence overwhelming. His own body betrayed him, leaning into their touch, craving the closeness, the intensity. He was lost in the moment, his anger and confusion melting away, replaced by a deep, throbbing need that only they seemed able to satisfy.

Kieran's hand slipped under Azrael's shirt, his fingers skimming over the hard planes of his stomach, making Azrael gasp at the unexpected contact. The simple touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Azrael bit down on his lower lip, trying to stifle the sound, but Kieran's other hand came up to his mouth, gently pulling his lip free.

"Don't hold back," Kieran breathed against his neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "We want to hear you."

Lucian's grip on Azrael's throat tightened just a fraction, enough to make Azrael's eyes snap open, meeting his intense gaze. There was a possessiveness in Lucian's eyes, a dark desire that made Azrael's heart skip a beat. Lucian's thumb brushed over his pulse point, the small motion sending a jolt of heat straight to Azrael's core.