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Azura

W e take a back exit where a sleek black car is waiting for us. I don’t see the driver; my focus is on the man before me. The moment we are in the car, he pulls me on top of him. I straddle him, welcoming the feeling of intoxication he brings. I don’t need ten bottles of whiskey or several glasses of absinthe to forget everything. This works.

He pulls my jacket off me, and I help, reaching behind and pulling it down from my wrists before tossing it to the ground. His eyes are on my breasts, his hands running down my arms. I lock them around his neck, tangling one hand through his delicious chocolate locks.

Oh, fuck, he is so handsome.

Our lips meet once more in a sinful kiss. I gyrate my hips against his crotch, his grip tightening on my waist, the other squeezing my ass.

“Fuck,” he growls, sucking on my neck.

I tilt my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as rivers of pleasure rock through me. His hand twists in my hair as his lips trail down my collarbone, kissing, sucking, and nipping at my smooth skin. He grabs my breast, making me swear in pleasure. I don’t want any items of clothing between us, but just when I think he’ll yank my top down, the car comes to a stop.

The door is opened for us, and I realise we are in an underground car park. His hands never leave me, and I am not bothered that the suited man who has opened the door is right there. Instead, he carries on kissing my shoulders and neck roughly as he guides me to the lift. The moment his thumbprint is scanned, the doors open, and he pushes me up against the wall of the lift, pressing a button before he has my wrists pinned against the wall, his lips meeting mine once more. I moan into his mouth, feeling his hard shaft against me.

Oh, fuck.

When the doors open, we carry on making out passionately as he guides us down the hall and through to a bedroom. The feeling of his hands on me is like a slice of heaven itself. Any logic or sense of self is gone. All I want is him. It is all I crave.

The bedroom door opens, and the cool air-conditioning touches our heated skin. I pull open the buttons of his shirt, wanting him naked.

This place smells of him, and I love it.

For a moment, I pull away, staring down at the fully tatted body of the god before me. Oh, fuck, he is totally drool-worthy. The type of guy my girls and I would strip for any day. Every ridge and curve of his body is chiselled to perfection. His Adonis belt dips into his belt, and my hands instantly go there, raking down his abs. With the other, I pull his shirt off completely just as he grabs my neck, pulling me closer and kissing me more whilst I begin working to take his belt off.

His hands reach for the hooks on my top and undo them swiftly. Someone is an expert.

His eyes rake over me as he grabs my breasts, squeezing them as he kisses me harder. The moment I have his zip down, I pull away from his perfect lips. As much as I want to keep kissing him, I want something else between my lips…

I crouch down sexily, keeping my eyes locked with his steely blue ones and undo his pants, yanking them down. My long black nails graze his hips, my core throbbing when I look at the sight before me. Ink covers his V-cut and thighs, spreading over his hips. There are words and quotes alongside the images that I am curious to learn about, but not as much as I want to see the monster of a cock that he is packing. I pull his boxers down his muscular thighs. He is perfectly groomed, just the way I like it, with just a sprinkle of trimmed hair. His balls are hard, and as for his cock… not only is it fucking huge, putting any that I have seen to shame, but there is also a ladder of piercings running along the entire underside of the shaft right up to the mushroom tip. Ten perfect parallel bars.

Oh, Goddess.

“What’s the matter? Never see a Jacob’s Ladder before?”

“No,” I find myself saying as I wrap my hands around it and begin stroking it. His head tilts back slightly, but his eyes still hold mine as I stick my tongue out, licking the tip where a pearly white drop of pre-cum sits, begging to be sucked off.

“Fuck,” he swears the moment I wrap my lips around him and begin sucking him harder.

I have never seen a man look hotter while in the throes of pleasure than the one above me. His hair isn’t as slick as it had been when I first saw him, thanks to me running my fingers through it on the way here. It is now a hot, smoking mess, one that only makes me want to yank it even more.

His eyes find mine, his hand pulling my hair as he begins thrusting faster into my mouth. I almost gag, breathing through my nose and relaxing as his dick hits the back of my throat. My lips are fully stretched around him, burning at the friction. He is huge, and this feels so good. His body tenses as he begins thrusting harder, shoving his dick fully down my throat roughly. I choke as he pulls out, making me gasp for air, only for him to ram it down my throat again. I moan against him, my pussy aching for more. He swears, pulling out, and, with a few swift strokes, comes all over my breasts. I stick my tongue out, making it obvious what I want, and he taps his cock on it, making me whimper as I taste his salted caramel-like cum. Oh, I wouldn’t mind making this my favourite dessert.

A sexy smirk crosses his lips, and he yanks me up, kissing my neck as he quickly unzips my pants, pulling them down in one swift movement. Crouching down, he peels my panties off, taking a moment to admire me before his tongue flicks between my pussy lips.

“Oh, fuck!” My head hits the wall behind me, and my entire body shakes with electrifying bolts of pleasure as his tongue flicks my clit, his ball piercing only adding to the sensation. Oh, Goddess, this is…

He lifts my leg, and unashamedly, I drape it over his shoulder, threading my fingers through his hair as I become lost in the pleasure of his touch. I wish I didn’t come this fast. I want to revel in this pleasure for so much longer….

The moment my release hits me, he pulls away, standing and yanking me into his arms as he shoves his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself as my body convulses in pleasure. I can barely focus, the aftermath of that sizzling orgasm rocking me. I gasp for air as I cling to him.

His hands cup my ass, squeezing hard as he lifts me up. I lock my legs around his waist, feeling his cock brush against my pussy, sending a dangerous jolt through me. He pushes me up against the wall just as he thrusts into me. I gasp, feeling the pressure of having something so fucking big in me. Damn, my dildo does not compare.

“Fuck,” I groan, burying my head into his neck.

“Good thing you’re not a virgin,” he whispers huskily as he begins fucking me hard and fast.

He kisses and nibbles on my neck, sucking hard and adding to the euphoria I am feeling. I can’t respond, even when we somehow end up on the bed, his hands all over me as he fucks me senseless. I can’t focus on anything but the sheer bliss of the moment. This is heaven.

“Fuck,” he growls.

Is he trying to pull away? I’m not sure, but I don’t want him to move away.

My hand intertwines in his hair as I meet his powerful, brutal thrusts with my own, each time burying him deep within me. His piercings only heighten the pleasure that he is inflicting me with.

“Harder. I can take it. Don’t hold back,” I moan, feeling the pressure reach a biting point.

He obliges, fucking me harder and faster than I thought possible. I scream in pleasure, unable to stop myself. A moan of pure ecstasy escapes me, and I feel something pierce my neck, sending another bolt of pleasure and pain through me. He is… marking me…

I don’t care. This pleasure… another moan leaves my lips as I arch my neck, allowing him better access. He growls as he fucks me roughly, his teeth sinking into me completely, triggering my release, and I cry out hornily, my back arching off the bed. My eyes roll, and my vision darkens as the most intense, mind-blowing orgasm consumes me. The bond strengthens, and it feels like I am about to faint.

I hear his grunt as he finishes with a few rough thrusts, our juices mixing, and our bodies coming down from their highs.

“Fuck.”

Is that anger?

I am too light-headed to focus, but I turn my head to look at him. He is looking at my neck, and the sudden realisation that I am marked hits me.

Goddess, I am marked.

“It’s fine,” I murmur breathlessly, wondering if it is the fact that he has marked me without even telling me that is making him react like that.

His ice-blue eyes seem to hold some conflict, but I am too tired. Letting the darkness welcome me, I feel him pull out, and I think I feel his lips brush the mark on my neck, sending a shiver through me before getting off the bed, but I’m not sure. I just want to sleep…

I’m not out for long; I open my eyes, feeling refreshed despite the ache that now remains between my legs. I look around, realising he is still in the bathroom; I can hear the shower on. I need to get his name.

Goddess, that had been… perfect. I had forgotten all about Judah, and now it all returns, but somehow it doesn’t take away from the sex I had just had.

I sit up, pulling the bed sheet to my chest as I look around for something to put on, although my body just wants to succumb to the darkness once more. The bathroom door opens, and I see the inked god step out, wearing nothing but a pair of pants, with a cigarette between two fingers, as he takes a drag on it. For a moment, he reminds me of Alejandro Rossi, the Lycan King, who is also my brother-in-law. Weird.

I shake my head, pushing the thought away. Why the hell did he even come to my mind?

“Are you just going to stare?” He asks, tossing the towel he has been holding onto the bed.

“Well, I was thinking we just fucked, but I still don’t know your name,” I remark, about to get off the bed, but the moment my feet hit the floor, I realise they feel like lead, and I am forced to sit there. Okay, I need to stay put for a bit.

“You still don’t know who I am?” He asks, taking out a grey T- shirt. I look at him curiously, only for those icy blue eyes to meet mine.

“No. I just know you’re an Alpha.” His aura seems to change, and I can feel his anger through the bond.

“Soon to be Alpha.” His voice is filled with venom, and I look at him in complete shock. His aura is impressive; how the hell is he not an Alpha yet?

“Soon to be?” I ask curiously.

“What’s your name?” He asks instead, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“I still didn’t get yours…”

“Leo. Leo Rossi,” he replies coldly, making me freeze.

My eyes widen in shock as my head snaps to the man before me.

No fucking way…

“Leo Rossi?” I jump off the bed, almost falling to the floor. Grabbing the towel and wrapping it around myself, I stumble over to him. “How did I not see it?” He frowns, stepping back just as I cup his face, feeling his stubble graze my fingertips. “Oh, Dante is never going to let me live this down! Oh my god, a Rossi? What will Dad think?”

My head is spinning, but I can’t deny the sliver of excitement that rushes through me at the thought of being mated to him. Kiara and I will be mated into the same family! I am mated to Sky’s cousin! Oh, Goddess, she definitely won’t be jealous, yup, definitely not. And Dad! What will Dad think, realising that both of his daughters are mated to tatted, pierced Rossis? My poor dad! And then -

“Who are you?” His voice is quiet yet deadly, and I freeze mid-thought, glancing back at him.

“You don’t recognise me?”

“Should I?” My smile falters at the hostility in his tone.

I know Leo has distanced himself from the Rossis to the point that he is never around. Marcel, his father, still holds the Alpha title, although Leo runs the pack, refusing to allow Leo to take over. The feud between Leo and the rest of the Rossis is from years ago, and it is obvious it still remains.

“Azura. Azura Rayne Westwood,” I state, no longer smiling as I look at him seriously. His eyes flash dangerously as they run over me. His heart is thudding, and when his eyes return to mine, I only see the blinding rage in them.

“Westwood. Is Selene for fucking real?” He almost spits, “I knew it was too fucking ideal.”

“What’s wrong with be - “

“Being a Westwood? Sure, one of the elite packs, right? Entitled bastards who are free to do whatever the fuck they want.” He steps back. Eyes that had held desire and interest now hold nothing more than hatred.

“Hey, that’s not fair - “

“I, Leo Rossi, future Alpha of the Sangue Pack, reject you, Azura Rayne Westwood, as my mate and Luna.”

I freeze as the violent ripping pain tears through me, and a scream leaves my lips. Burning pain grips my neck, and I fall to my knees. He mated with me, marked me, and then rejected me, causing the pain to be even worse than an instant rejection…

I can’t breathe, the intensity of the pain in my neck killing me. I claw at my neck, my heart beating harshly.

“I will never accept the daughter of an elite as my mate.” His cruel words are faint and far, and my vision darkens slightly. I look ahead, seeing him walk away. Only one truth screams in my head, leaving me completely devastated.

Rejected.

He rejected me.