Page 10 of The Bell’s Toll (Wanderlust Emporium Presents, Season One)

chapter Six

Raziel

O nce again, I shut my eyes trying to enjoy this blowjob. The moment it gets dark behind my lids, I see her. That fucking human is like a thorn in my side.

Her scent, the way she glares at me like I’m supposed to be intimidated.

Those plush lips that I know would look spectacular wrapped around my cock.

Her brown eyes, though filled with anger and weariness when she looked at me, still had so much light.

That button nose fits her face perfectly.

But most importantly, those got damn curves.

My nut rises to the tip of cock, causing my back to straighten.

I place my hands at the back of Nasiah’s head.

The moment I do, the vision in my mind shatters.

Instead of thick spiral curls, I’m met with straight silky hair.

My eyes pop open, and the cum that was seconds from bursting from me seems to recede back into my balls.

“Fuck,” I growl, snatching the female off my length.

I immediately stand and stuff my dick back into my pants.

“Is everything alright, Boss? Are you not enjoying this?”

Katiya is usually my best dick sucker. Her throat game is superb. However, not even she can get my mind off the human.

“That will be all, Katiya.” She quickly scurries out of my office. The moment she leaves, Conah appears.

When I look at him, there is a smirk on his lips.

“Don’t fucking say it.” I collapse back into my seat.

He chuckles. “My mouth is shut.” He takes a seat across from me.

For an hour, Conah and I go over business. We discuss the clubs, casinos, and portals. When he leaves, I slink back in my seat, letting my mind stray. It immediately goes to my human.

The entire time I watched over Nasiah, I never thought of her sexually.

Even when I started to come around more frequently when she turned twenty.

My intention was always to protect her. However, the moment she came into my home, I got this clawing need to have her and fill every hole in her body with my nut.

When I made the mate-bond with the infant, I had no idea it would turn into this. Having only been in one mate-bond in my life, I don’t remember this same need.

Mate-bonds are like marriage arrangements for our kind.

A binding contract of two people who commit to being together.

Once a mate-bond is formed it takes a miracle to break it.

Admittedly, mate-bonds aren’t always beneficial to all parties.

If a lower demon or forsaken makes a bond with another higher ranking than them, it can almost turn into servitude.

Memories of my ex try to weasel their way out of the locked closet in the back of my mind. I slam the door on those thoughts, not wanting to relive a second of them bitches.

“Raziel,” the light and airy voice calls out to me from the void.

A shiver runs up my spine. I shake off the feeling and ignore the call. I know it’s only for a limited time that I will be able to ignore that summons. But if the bitch wanted to see me, she was going to have to do more than call for me.

My office door opens and Unina walks in, her hands filled with folders.

“Hey, Boss. I saw Katiya storm out of here earlier. Would you like me to call on another girl?”

She places the folders on my desk. I wish it were that simple.

If only this got damn thirst could be quenched by the right mouth.

Well, technically the right mouth could quench this thirst. Her full lips come to mind, and my cock hardens instantly.

Fuck! I needed to figure out what the hell I did wrong with this bond. Clearly, I messed up somewhere.

“No, I’m good.”

She stops, stands up straight and stares at me with wide eyes.

I didn’t want to go into detail with her about why I don’t want my dick sucked by anyone else.

“Look, just…” my words are cut off when I feel Era trying to enter my office from the void. Holding up a hand to Unina, I open a slit into the void, allowing him entrance.

“We've got a problem, Boss. One of the new knights forgot to lock the door after delivering her lunch. She got out.”

Fury covers me so quickly that my darkness spills out of me like lava erupting from a volcano.

“What the fuck?” I roar as I rip a seam into the void and head to find my runaway mate.

Nasiah

I run. Without looking back, I run like the hounds of hell are at my feet. When the young man came into my room and placed my tray down, I stood with my back against the furthest wall like always. The moment he walked out, I had this random urge to check the door.

I’ve checked that bedroom door for the last four days since I’ve been here, and it has never been unlocked.

Imagine my surprise when I turned the knob, and it clicked.

At first, I thought it was a trick. I assumed Raziel would be waiting on the other side of the door with a smug ass smile.

However, when I opened the door I was met with silence. No one was there.

I hurried through the labyrinth styled home.

Raziel’s home must have made up the entire top floor of the high-rise building.

The place was enormous, with multiple floors.

It wasn’t until I was on the bottom floor that I met my first obstacle.

Two large men stood in the foyer talking.

Neither of them spotted me hiding behind the wall.

At this point in my escape, I knew it was over. They were probably going to stand there and talk all day. Or either the other guy who forgot to lock the door would realize his error, go back to the room and notice I wasn’t there and then come find me.

Letting out a deep breath of defeat, I figured I'd better go back before I got myself in trouble. But God himself must have reached down with good luck. The two giant men in the foyer both turned and walked away from the front door.

I didn’t waste any time, I hurried down the stairs, my bare feet silent on the marble floors.

Rushing out the door, not once did I look back to see if anyone spotted me.

There was a single elevator in front of the door, but I bypassed it.

Instead, I ran for the stairs. We were on the twenty-eighth floor.

I made it down the first eight flights before I felt as if I was going to die.

I ran back into the hall and looked for an elevator.

Finding an empty one, I rushed in as a lady was coming out.

She looked at me worried but didn’t speak.

The second the doors closed, I pressed the L button for the lobby.

“Please just let me make it out of this building,” I say a prayer to the higher-ups. If I could make it out of this building, I could get to a phone and call for help.

Who the hell do you call when the devil is after you?

The elevator stopped on the ground floor. When the doors opened, I nearly tripped over my feet running out. As I neared the front glass doors, I noticed a security guard standing at the front.

“Hey, Miss, are you alright?” he asks, looking at my bare feet, pajama pants and tank top.

“I need to use your phone,” I plead.

The man didn’t even hesitate as he came over to me. “Okay. You want to step into my office?”

My heart was pounding, and I could hardly breathe. I nodded my head up and down. The man smiled brightly as he held out a hand, ushering me to follow him.

He took me to a back room. There was only a small desk, a rolling chair, a folding chair, and a futon in the room. I took a seat in front of the desk on the folding chair. The guard sat down in his rolling chair. He slid the black desk phone toward me.

“Are you in some type of trouble, Miss?” he asks gently.

I ignored his question as I dialed the one person I thought would help me.

“Quiet, it’s an unknown number. Hello?” Jamieson’s voice sounded on the phone.

Instantly, tears filled my eyes.

“J, baby,” is all I could get out before I started crying.

“Oh thank God. Nasiah, baby, are you okay? We’ve been worried sick.”

There was a lot of commotion in the background of his phone.

“Nasiah, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” My mother’s voice yells in the background.

I didn’t want to hear from or listen to my mother right now. I still slightly faulted her for all this.

“I’m fine right now, J.”

I could hear a sigh of relief in his voice. It felt good to know that he was worried about me.

“Did he…..touch you? Did that monster hurt you?”

I wanted to vomit at the way my body came to life thinking about Raziel touching me. My nipples hardened and pressed against the fabric of my thin tank top. If him being a demon wasn’t bad enough, the way he made my body feel was more than enough reason to get the hell away from him.

“No, he hasn’t touched me.”

Once again, J sighs in relief.

“Tell me where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Jamieson, don’t be stupid.” This time it was my sister’s voice I heard in the background. “That thing will kill you.” She had a good point, but I didn’t want to hear that.

“I don’t care,” my man shouts. “This is my wife. Tell me where you are, baby.”

Before I could open my mouth to ask the guard where I was, a deep voice spoke from behind me.

“Tell him.”

I spin around and come face to face with Raziel.

His black T-shirt was snug over his muscles and tucked into his dark blue dress slacks that were molded against his thick thighs.

His back was against the door of the office, one knee bent with his foot planted against the door, the coat to match his dress pants hung from his fingers as his arms crossed down in front of him.

That black smoke was rolling off him, and his eyes were pitch black.

He looked delicious and deadly all at the same time.

“Is that him?” Jamieson asks on the phone. I nod my head without speaking as if J can see me. The entire time my eyes are on Raziel.

“You son of a bitch,” Jamieson yells so loud I’m sure Raziel can hear him. “Let my fucking wife go.”