Chapter 4 Chapter Four

Azriel’s POV

Her stare was incredulous, her dark grey orbs evaluating me as if to question my sanity. "Are you serious, or are you just pulling my legs?"

I took the glass to my lips again, watching her over the rim of the glass. "I am not pulling your legs,"

I teleported back to my favorite armchair. I adjusted to it until I found comfort, "Your mother, the great witch, was quite eccentric in her days. Her idea of keeping a four-century-old incubus form infiltrating the dreams of her witch apprentice was to bind him forever to her own daughter."

She leaned off the wall. Her lush pink lips parted for words at first. But at the first attempt, nothing made it out. At the second attempt, she'd had a firmer grasp of her shock. "So you mean, my witch mother made you and me into a couple, by binding us together just to trap you."

"Something like that?" I smirked. I relaxed more into my seat, tracing my lower lip with a finger, relishing her misery. It was exactly how shocked I was when I realized what her bitch of a mother had done to me, cursed me to one female. For eternity.

The thought appalled me as it always did. I grunted with displeasure as if I was experiencing that night all over again. The awful night I realized I could no longer enter into the dreams of any other woman but one. That to an Incubus like me was torture.

My fingers squealed on the glass, tightening. I imagined the witch's brittle neck in my hands and not the glass. It was a mercy for her that I didn't get to kill her myself. I wished the vampires hadn't gotten to her first. As the eccentric queen of the Witches’ coven, with a good penchant for chaos, she made quite an amazing number of enemies for herself and for the witches in general.

I found that my gaze had drifted and I steered it back to her. To the only woman I was cursed to. Her eyes were still plagued with confusion, still trying her best to make sense of the situation.

I had seen her fight. Though she was still realizing her powers, I figured she must be equally strong as her mother, strong enough to break me off this curse, and free me from decades of torment. If the witches' coven were searching for her too, for her to rule the coven, and help them wrestle power from the vampire kingdom ruled by two vampire princes now dominating the immortals' realm, then she must be as great as her mother.

But I wasn’t letting them find her and get her involved in any politics. She had only one job until she broke this bond, and that job was me and me alone. I grinned darkly at myself. She was mine to toy with, mine to break until she frees me from this curse.

Her brows relaxed after more than a minute of being narrowed in thought, and she sighed. "It doesn't matter what anyone did. What matters is that I don't want this, I don't fancy being somebody's promised wife." She said. "Thank you for rescuing me, but I have to go, incubus. Goodbye." She turned around for the door.

There was a swing to her hip that pulled my eyes to her curves, like iron to a magnet. She walked, slow and gentle for the door, for some damn reasons, my gaze followed without permission, the roll of her hips, the movement of her thighs, tracing up her generous ass up to her slim, straight back.

Damn hell, Azriel, get a grip of yourself. I rebuked myself when I felt the straining bulge between my legs. You never desire them, you toy with them until they desire you themselves, until they beg for your touch and your name becomes their only prayer.

That was the rule. The law, and it isn't getting broken because of a damm witch.

She'd only made it two steps past the door when I teleported behind her.

My hand closed around her waist before she could even breathe. I returned her to the room, trapping her to the wall.

I looked past the swell of her generous breast as they rose and fell from her raspy breath, to the surreal beauty of her younger face.

I dare say she was a beautiful and enchanting female, but not one I wanted to spend the rest of my immortal days desiring. Women were like liquor, enchanting and intoxicating, but there was always more and more to savour. Why stick to one when I could have them all, when I could be their God?

Incubuses don’t build kingdoms and wrestle with the politics of the immortal realm. We are the only immortals without a kingdom of their own. We are independent creatures concerned with one thing—women. The higher the number of women an Incubus controls, the greater his influence. I was once the greatest until this damn curse ran my numbers low.

I fought whatever was causing the growing bulge between my legs and the excitement in my loins, and I stared at her as I would any other female. No female was distracting me from my goal.

"I thought I made it clear that you are mine now, Evelina. And this is your home."

I traced the smooth column of her throat as she swallowed, snatched my eyes away when I realized I was lingering again.

I shouldn't desire her. That was a fucking taboo.

"I am not yours, bastard. I am not a property to be owned, so for fucks sake, let me go." She snapped, jabbing at my chest and stomach. "I have somewhere extremely important to be."

"You are not leaving, bride," I said lightly, and I smiled. "Unless you can make me."

Her lips parted to protest. I quietened her when I snatched her thigh, and I rode her back against the wall. Her lips broke apart again in a gasp I knew well to be desire.

Though she glared at me, the slight shiver I felt beneath my palm as I massaged her thigh said the opposite. She not only looked good, she felt good. Her skin was as smooth as silk beneath my palm, and the slight wave of shivers I felt from her made bliss spread through me. Hell! She sure was a remarkable female. I was going to enjoy playing with her.

"Let me go, incubus. I don't--"

The rest of the words froze on her lips when I leaned my face closer to hers, our faces barely some inches apart. "Are you sure you want me to let go, witch?" I teased.

"Yes." She snapped, her voice feeble.

I shook my head, amusement playing on my lips. I was indeed amused. Her eyes and words said something, but her body said another. Her body couldn't resist me as much as her glare suggested. No female could ever resist me. "If you want me to let you go, you have to first of all convince me that you want me to." I traced my fingers up the smooth expanse of her thighs again. "And you aren't a lot of convincing right now."

She tried to counter that, but stopped and swallowed. "Does this seem convincing enough?" She said.

"What?" I cocked a brow.

"This." She grinned, guiding my eyes lower. I smuggled my gaze past the swell of her breasts to the flickering greenish glow on her palm.

"You cannot—" I hadn't finished the statement when the light built into a mass that slammed hard into my chest. Next came pain. Then I was flying back, like I weighed nothing. So fast, I was unable to control my own momentum. I crashed against a wall so hard, I threw out all the air in my lungs in one single gasp.