Free Web NovelChapter 27: Who is Author Nude?
Azriel
My eyes fluttered open as I pulled back from his consciousness, returning to the physical world to find him staring up at me with those wide blue eyes.
Those eyes. There was something about the way they desperately glared at me that sent a crazy amount of pleasure rushing straight through my veins.
"What the hell was that?" he rasped out, his breath hitching.
I gave him a calm, questioning look, quickly realizing that the fragile omega truly had no idea what kind of power he possessed.
After all, the energy inside his soul was still in its earliest, most volatile stage, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t a supreme being.
"That was your spiritual consciousness," I replied smoothly, keeping my gaze locked onto his. "And I believe you have just awakened your dormant powers."
Seraphel’s eyes widened in sheer shock, and within a fraction of a second, his chaotic thoughts started spiraling wildly in his mind again.
It can’t be... Seraphel is not supposed to have any powers! Author Nude never gave omegas powers in the original plot... or has the entire story changed completely?!
I frowned deeply at his internal panic. There he went again, babbling insane, nonsensical words inside his head that I couldn’t comprehend.
"Who the hell is this Author Nude?!" I demanded aloud, a dark, dangerous wave of possessiveness bleeding heavily into my tone. I leaned down, pinning his shoulders against the velvet. "What the hell are you trying to say? Author Nude... who the hell is that? And why do you constantly keep talking about yourself in the third person inside your head?"
"I..." Seraphel stuttered, his face turning an even deeper shade of crimson.
Before he could force an explanation out, the dark mating mark on his neck suddenly flared with a blinding, aggressive glow. My scowl deepened. I could feel the magic of the bond shifting, deliberately locking his throat up because the mark itself refused to let me uncover his secrets.
I let out a cold, irritated hiss. "I don’t care anyway, as long as you never let me find out who this person is. Because the exact moment I do, I will put their severed head on a spike outside this palace and force you to kneel and watch it rot for days." ƒreewebɳovel.com
Seraphel gasped sharply, his eyes stretching wide with an absolute judging look, quickly followed by a flash of pure terror. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"Now, where were we?" I murmured, turning my attention back to his pinned body.
I casually snapped my fingers, and the summoned musicians, dancers, and fucking men in the center of the room vanished into thin air immediately, leaving the cavernous domain dead silent.
Seraphel let out a breathless gasp as the black vines gently lowered his upper body back onto the plush velvet mattress. I slid onto my side directly beside him, using my hands to ruthlessly spread his trembling legs even wider apart. I leaned over his frame until I could feel the hot, rapid puffs of his breath hitting my face.
Goodness. Even his breath smells heavily of white lotus pheromones.
Reaching into the folds of my discarded robes, I pulled out a long, silk-black feather from an exotic beast in my collection. I lightly dragged the soft, teasing edges of the feather right in between his bare thighs, slowly tracing the sensitive skin.
I leaned in even closer, tilting my head until my tongue smoothly swiped against the wet side of his mouth, capturing a taste of his slick.
"Ever since I saw you alive again, I have been thinking about these luscious lips of yours," I whispered against his skin. I trailed a long finger over his bottom lip, finding them incredibly soft against my touch.
Seraphel squirmed wildly under my hands, a desperate shiver running through his frame as the black feather in my hand slid further up his inner thigh, slowly circling the sensitive, throbbing length of his bare cock.
The light, agonizing friction made him let out a loud groan.
It was a heavy, broken groan of absolute pleasure that sent visible sparks of arousal coursing straight through his trembling body.
"How exactly would you taste? Will your sweetness match the scent of the white lotus?" I asked him darkly.
Without waiting to hear a single word from his mouth, I pressed my lips over his, kissing him slowly at first. I took my sweet time, deliberately tasting every single corner of his mouth. I bit down hard on his lower lip, and for lust’s sake, he tasted exactly like the addictive, intoxicating masterpiece I had imagined in my head.
Euphoria, I thought yet again, the compatibility of our bodies driving me insane.
I carelessly dropped the black feather onto the sheets, wrapping my hand securely around his throbbing cock and beginning to stroke him at a relentless, heavy pace. I kissed him deeper, my tongue aggressively licking every wet side of his mouth, using my sheer mass to force his jaws wide open before I dived my tongue all the way down his throat, consuming him entirely.
Every broken moan, every desperate movement of his bound body as my hand rapidly worked on his cock sent violent jolts of pleasure crashing through my own body.
I kissed him even harder, temporarily pulling my hand away from his groin to slide it up into his soft hair. I gripped the back of his head to hold him in place, swallowing his lips in a suffocating hold, before I deliberately gathered my own hot saliva and spat directly into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it down.
He moaned heavily into the kiss, swallowing the slick down his throat. When his tear-filled, dazed eyes finally met mine again, I could see the absolute plea swimming in his blue pupils. His mind was entirely gone; he was helplessly wanting me now.
I smiled darkly, trailing my slick-covered fingers back down in between his trembling thighs, easily dipping two long fingers into his already wet, slick hole.
"I don’t really need to do much of anything to prepare you, because you are already completely wet, dripping hot, and loose for me, human," I growled in a low, calming tone.
In the literal blink of an eye, I grabbed his waist and flipped him onto his knees. With a snap of my fingers, the vines holding him down dissolved completely, and I forced his upper body flat against the mattress, pulling his hips high into the air and spreading his ass right in front of my face.
I positioned the heavy, throbbing head of my cock right at the entrance of his dripping hole, and immediately flooded the entire bed with the crushing weight of my alpha pheromones.
The intoxicating, thick smell of black orchid and sandalwood hit his senses instantly, making him wildly raise his head for a brief second. His back arched in a violent, desperate line as the sudden invasion of my cock drove deep inside his tight hole, causing him to let out a loud, echoing moan that shattered into a loud scream against the heavy silk curtains.
"Fuc...k you, Azriel—!"
