Chapter 37: Back to him [3]
With the gap between them closed, Knox feared that his drumming heartbeat might be noticed by Azrael. He quickly pushed himself up, but his waist was held tightly in place and Azrael even pulled his wrist upward, sliding his body closer to his chest.
Knox panicked. Nervousness filled his system and he flailed his hands, but Azrael refused to let him go, "W-What are you doing? Release me!"
Azrael’s enigmatic eyes bore into Knox. His expression was unreadable, and his lips were pursed tightly. His jaw clenched as though his patience was running thin and he was closer to exploding. Knox wriggled and tried to slip through his embrace, but the man tightened his arms even more, and Knox felt like his spine would break if he didn’t let go.
His breathing hitched. His face flushed from the scent coming off Azrael’s body, riling up the yearning he kept putting to sleep inside him. His stomach tightened from the hot sensation traveling down his navel to his groins.
Knox’s eyes widened. He cried with a shaky voice, "Sir Azrael, please let go!"
If their contact continued, Knox feared that there would be something awakening below him. He pushed and pushed, and then he punched Azrael’s shoulder with his free hand, but even that did not bother him.
’What is he? Is he made of metal?!’ Knox thought.
How did he become this weak, that he couldn’t even push him away with all his might? Knox wondered to himself. His body was starting to feel hot, as the scent that lingered in Azrael’s body was coming to him, enveloping him and stirring him up.
He swallowed his moan from that pleasurable feeling he felt just from Azrael’s hands sliding up his spine, until it stopped on his nape. His hair was yanked, revealing his pale and slender neck, and then he shivered from the hot breath hitting his jaw as Azrael leaned in and whispered against his ear.
"Do you realize what you did? I’m just doing the same to you, Knox Arden. You dare release your pheromones in my presence and expect nothing like this," Azrael’s hand that was gripping Knox’s wrist moved on his side, and glided inside his shirt, slowly caressing and taunting his burning skin, "...to happen? This is what you’re making me feel if you walk around like that. Should I make you remember what I am? I’m an alpha, Knox. And I told you, if you keep doing this, you’ll be seeing yourself blushing, crying, moaning, under me."
There was a hint of warning in his voice. Knox nodded his head with difficulty since Azrael still held his hair and tilted his head back.