Chapter 45: Behind Blocked Minds
Seraphel
"Look at you, trembling under my touch even when I haven’t even done anything to you yet," Azriel whispered slowly against my ear, his breath hot against my skin as he deeply inhaled my scent. "You smell so much like me right now, as if you have been up to something sneaky. Tell me, what exactly were you doing in my bathroom?"
Every single word he murmured sent intense chills running straight down my spine, making every bone in my body turn to absolute jelly. To my utter mortification, my cock wouldn’t stop throbbing with needy tension, completely betraying me even though he was doing nothing more than holding me tight.
"Won’t you say anything, Seraphel? Or have you finally realized just how caught you are?" he asked with a dark chuckle. He hooked a finger under my chin, forcing my head up so I had no choice but to face him. "See how completely flushed and red you are right now. Do you honestly want me that badly? Is that why you dared to sneak into my private bathroom, soak yourself in my expensive body wash, and drown yourself in my signature scent?"
My eyes widened in a mix of panic and arousal. I tried to push against his solid chest to get him off me, but who was I kidding? My strength in comparison to his was practically non-existent.
"Strange," he muttered suddenly, his crimson eyes boring deep into mine as if he was actively searching for something hidden within my soul. "I can’t read your mind anymore. What could be happening?" he demanded, his brow furrowing slightly before a sharp, intrigued smile stretched across his handsome face. "I wonder why..."
I didn’t know whether I should celebrate the news or freeze in fear. If Azriel really couldn’t read my thoughts anymore, it meant he wouldn’t know a single thing I was planning for the future. All of my raunchy, panicked, and secret thoughts would remain mine alone.
How incredibly great would that be?
But then again, this was Azriel. He could easily be joking with me, playing a mindless mental game just to make it seem like he was locked out of my head when he actually wasn’t.
"I can smell your arousal," Azriel’s smooth voice suddenly echoed, but this time, it vibrated directly inside my mind. "I see that I can still speak into your head, but your own thoughts are completely blocked. It is as if you have somehow found a way to shut me out. Or maybe..." He leaned in even closer, pressing his forehead firmly against mine. "Maybe something happened while you were asleep that affected our mental connection."
My eyes widened in genuine shock. He was right after all—he was completely locked out of my mind because if he wasn’t, he would have heard me call him a fool a thousand times.
As he kept his forehead resting against mine, his hand slowly slid down from my waist, tracing a deliberate path until he firmly grabbed my bare ass.
I gasped directly into his face, locking eyes with his glowing crimson irises as a smirk spread across his lips. "Soft ass," he chuckled lightly, and then, without warning, he gave it a firm slap.
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?!" I demanded, my face burning. "Look, I am sorry that I used your bathroom, okay? I am sorry that I used your stupid shampoo and used your—"
He slapped my ass again before I could even finish my sentence. "Stop apologizing for petty things, Seraphel. Well, they aren’t exactly petty, because if it were anyone else who touched my things, I would have had them beheaded on the spot. But since it’s you..." He finally pulled his forehead away from mine, smiling down at me with an intense look. "I will give you a total pass as the vessel carrying my child."
A heavy frown instantly formed on my face the moment those words left his mouth. I didn’t know why, but hearing him say that made a sharp wave of irritation rush through me.
Why should I even care? It was a known fact now that I was just Seraphel—the submissive vessel for the child of prophecy.
Nathan didn’t exist in this world anymore; it was just Seraphel.
But hearing that formed a tight knot in my stomach.
"I can’t seem to connect to your spiritual consciousness like I did before, which means someone has deliberately stopped me from entering, or something powerful is blocking me," he murmured, his fingers gripping my ass yet again.
My eyes widened in pure desperation, and I bit my bottom lip so hard it nearly bled, trying to stop the embarrassing moans that threatened to escape my throat. The throbbing between my legs was getting worse by the second, yet Azriel showed absolutely no intention of letting me go.
Seriously, what the hell was his problem?
"Can I go now?" I finally asked after a long, agonizing moment of silence—a silence he spent completely focused on squeezing my ass as if he was just waiting to hear me make a sound.
Azriel said absolutely nothing. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss against the side of my neck, right over the heavy mark he had left there. Only then did he finally let go of my backside, grabbing my hand firmly and pulling me toward a dark corner of the room.
"Where the hell are you taking me now?"
"Don’t worry, little lotus. As much as you smell incredibly good right now and I want nothing more than to bury my cock inside you, we have more pressing matters to attend to. Although, political matters should never get in the way of lust. I can always take you properly later," he said casually, pulling me deeper into the corner until we reached a concealed door that opened into a massive walk-in closet.
’’wow!’’ I exclaimed, my eyes widening. ’’This is amazing!’’