I struggled against the shadow-bonds, urging my magic to take on a different shape. It didn’t need to be spears or thorns or ropes, but a shield, something to cut between me and those grasping shadows-
Violet fire flickered to life in the air between us, but Shadow-Azazel’s face pushed forward, and the magic flickered out.
“Not good enough,” he whispered, his voice crackling, and I did the only thing I could think of and formed a dagger of violet fire in my hands.
A shadow moved like a whip, slapping it right out of my hand.
I needed the shield. He wasn’t going to let me get away with daggers or spears, not when he wanted to teach me to defend.
Instead of extending the shield, I envisioned my fire creeping over my skin, surrounding me like a coat of armor. The sharp prickle of my magic raised goosebumps over every inch of my body, but the tight grips around my ankles and legs slowly gave way.
His shadows fell aside, melting from the thorny touch of my armor.
But the effort of holding my magic so close cost me, and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He couldn’t.
Shadow-Azazel gazed at me impassively, his shadows swirling around him.
I released the magic with a gasp. “There’s your damn shield.”
He smiled.
Two shadow whips wrapped around my wrists and hoisted me upwards. My feet dangled a foot above the ground.
He circled me slowly, and when he came back around to my front the shadows had fallen away, to my relief.
“You trusted too soon,” he said, violet gaze glittering as he looked me over. “And now look at you. Entirely at my mercy.”
I wrapped my fingers around the shadow-bonds, which looked like barely-corporeal dark ropes. They hummed under my touch, but didn’t break, not even when I unleashed my fire.
Azazel closed the gap between us, one of his fingers tracing a burning line down my chest from the hollow of my throat to the seam of my shirt. His violet eyes burned with inner fire.
He wasn’t there. The hunger he always strived to keep at bay was in control.
And I was under his.
“You don’t need these,” he said roughly. Dark claws like blades extended from his fingertips, and he sliced right through the front, exposing my breasts to him. My nipples hardened, not from the cool of the night air, but from the pure carnal hunger in his gaze.
He cut away the corset, and the blades vanished before he hooked his thumbs in my pants, pulling them over my hips.
I gasped when his mouth found a nipple and he swirled his tongue over it, teasing the sensitive flesh.
He dropped the rest of my clothes on the grass and growled before he released my nipple with a faint pop.
Azazel looked into my face, and something flickered in his expression. He looked like himself again.
“Just say no,” he whispered, then the greed was back, washing away any hint of the usual Azazel, and his hands were cupping my breasts, his thumbs rolling over me. “Don’t say anything, angel. You’re all mine.”
He couldn’t help himself, but I didn’t want to say no. I wanted him to touch the rest of me.
“Please,” I rasped out, straining against the shadows and going nowhere. “I’m yours, Azazel.”
He kissed me, bruising my lips from the force, and gripped my ass to pull me closer. The shadows moved with him, making a puppet of me.
I was only breathless from the thought of what he might do with it.
The hardness of his cock rubbed against my thighs, as high up as the bonds held me. I whimpered when he kissed me harder, his tongue snaking into my mouth, and the Watcher made a low noise in his throat.
He kissed over my chin and down my neck, but he wasn’t gentle, biting and nipping along the way. I was so distracted I didn’t even notice the shadows snaking around my ankles.
They pulled my legs apart, and the bonds around my wrists pulled me higher. Azazel wrapped his hands around the backs of my thighs and buried his mouth between my legs, his tongue sliding along the seam of my pussy.
I writhed in my bonds, making a strangled sound as his tongue plunged into me. He licked and sucked, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking until I was shaking against him and unable to shy away.
His fingers threatened to leave bruises from how hard he gripped me, groaning when I shivered and came, the orgasm ripping cries from me despite being out in the open, fire burning through my limbs.
But I wasn’t getting away that easily.
He unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down as the shadow-bonds lowered me several feet. I was still gasping for breath and seeing stars when he crooked a finger and the shadows moved, turning me in place.
Azazel’s cock slid against my ass, thick and hot, and I shivered with anticipation of what was coming next.
He slid himself against my wet pussy, then angled up and thrust in, filling me completely with one stroke. I tightened, gripping the shadow-ropes as he sank in deep.
His rumble of satisfaction sent a tremor through me, my abdomen blazing with heat and pressure as he thrust in and out, and I hooked my ankles around the backs of his legs, pushing against him. It was hard with the ropes holding me in place, but Azazel obliged my desires, pounding into me with deep thrusts.
I felt myself stretching around him, the shadows reaching out to slither around my abdomen and hold me in place. Even if I’d wanted to escape, there wouldn’t have been any escaping this, every limb trapped by shadows, my clit aching with every stroke.
He reached around to tease the aching bit of flesh, and the bonds around my wrists lifted my upper body so he could graze my shoulder with his teeth.
Azazel released my hips, but the bonds kept me in place as he wrapped my loose hair around a
