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tswaney17 · 2 years ago

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Do It For Me - Love is a Bitch Part 2

Happy Solstice to my wonderful, incredible, amazing, mate, @nikethestatue! I am your Secret Santa for this year. 😘 I had a very specific idea for this part, and well, this is what came out. I know it's probably not what you expected for it, but I hope you still like it. 💕

This song is heavily influenced by the song "Do It For Me" by Rosenfeld.

Read Love is a Bitch part 1 here.

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Trigger warnings: language, NSFW, very cringe-worthy interruption, some verbal and physical alcoholism trauma

Word Count: 9,293

Azriel missed his girl. He missed her presence, her physical body, her incredible laugh—it wasn’t the same through the phone or on video chat. It had been three months since Elain left Vegas for home and he was aching for her. Not just sexually, but her closeness. He just missed everything about her.

Hence why he was sitting in a rental car outside of her flower shop in California.

He hadn’t told her he was coming, wanting to surprise her. Az didn’t mind sitting in her shop, watching her work until she got off. He just needed to be near her.

Climbing out of the car, he walked in, the little doorbell jingling to announce his entrance. A woman stood behind the counter, arranging a bouquet in a violet-colored glass vase. She was tall, and slender, with sleek black hair and a gorgeous, brown complexion.

Azriel recognized her as Cerridwen, one of the twins that worked with Elain and who were her closest friends. His tell-tell between the sisters was the blunt bangs Cerridwen had, whereas Nuala’s hair was all one length.

She smiled at him, setting the flowers in her hands on the countertop. “Hello, can I help you with something?”

He knew she was aware of him. Elain had previously told him she showed them his photo. Sliding his Ray Bans onto the top of his head, her gasp informed him that his assumptions were right.

Her dark eyes widened, glowing with devious intent. “Did she know you were coming?” she asked in a hushed voice.

Az shook his head. “No.”

A smirk lit up her face. “Would you like me to call her out here?”

“Please.”

“Elain! There’s a customer out here asking for you.”

“I’ll be right out,” Elain shouted, her voice carrying such a sweet tone that almost had his knees buckling.

But he remained standing as she appeared from the back, and stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of him. “Azriel,” she breathed in surprise.

His smile softened as he looked her over. Fuck, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. “Hi, baby.”

And then she was running, ripping her smock over her head to drop on the floor, and launching herself into his arms.

Azriel had to brace himself as her small body collided with his, the force of it making him take a step back to absorb her momentum. One hand slid under her thigh and cupped her ass, the other around her trim waist so his palm could spread across her back.

Elain cried into his neck, legs and arms locking around him, clinging to him like a spider monkey. “You’re here,” she sobbed into his skin, tears turning the collar of his shirt damp.

He kissed her temple, hugging her even closer. “I’m here,” he whispered into her hair in soothing tones.

Her palms cupped his stubbled cheeks as she pressed her lips to his.

The kiss started out softly but quickly turned heated; hungrier. His tongue traced the seam of her mouth, begging for entry and he groaned when she opened herself to him. He took his time tasting her, exploring every inch of her mouth. Three months it had been since he’d been able to kiss her. Three months too long in his opinion. Azriel decided then and there that he wanted to kiss Elain every goddamn minute of every goddamn day.

“I missed you,” she said, resting her brow against his.

Her breath ghosted on his lips and he wanted nothing more than to tip his head up and capture that sweet mouth once more. “I missed you more,” he told her instead.

Elain unwrapped her legs from around his waist and slid down his body, but she didn’t let him go, keeping her arm slung around his torso. “Cer, this is Azriel. Azriel, Cerridwen,” she introduced.

He stuck his hand out to shake hers. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Again, a smirk toyed on her lips. “Oh, the pleasure is all mine.”

Elain’s cheeks turned pink at her friend’s comments. “Cer,” she hissed, dutifully avoiding looking up at him.

“What?” her friend demanded, playing coy. “I was just being polite.”

She shook her head, obviously exasperated by her friend’s antics. “Nuala, come here please!” Elain called out.

Another set of footsteps sounded from the back and then the third of the trio stepped into the front of the shop. Her eyes glanced at Elain before sweeping down his entire form.

Azriel was used to being looked at, but when it was from his girlfriend’s friends, he fought the urge to fidget under their scrutiny. He wanted them to like him. Needed them to.

“Oh, hello there,” she purred.

He could see the similar qualities between the two women, how they both must’ve liked to tease Elain mercilessly.

His girlfriend sighed. “You two are a menace.”

Nuala cocked her head to the side, long hair sliding off her shoulder. “Aren’t you going to introduce us, Ellie?”

“Not if you’re going to make some other snide remark.” The other woman made a crossing motion over her heart that had Elain, again, shaking her head. “Nuala, Azriel. Az, Nuala.”

His lips quirked up at the bland introduction but he gripped Nuala’s outstretched hand in his scarred one. “Lovely to meet you.”

“You as well,” she smiled. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh, boy,” Elain muttered.

“Only good things, I hope,” he chuckled.

Nuala laughed in a slightly frightening way. “All impressive things, in fact.”

“For the love of god,” Elain groaned. She gripped his hand in hers and half dragged him to the office in the back, slamming the door shut when she heard her friends whispering about him. Elain fell back against the wooden door, muttering an apology. “I’m so sorry about them.”

Az laughed, brushing a rogue curl behind her ear. “El, don’t worry about it. I’m not oblivious enough to not know you talk to your friends about me, about us. And they’re clearly good friends of yours if they’re comfortable enough to give you shit like that. I’m happy you have them.”

She moved towards him then, engulfing herself in his embrace. “I can’t believe you’re here.” He stroked his thumb over the back of her neck. “Why are you here? Not that I don’t want you to be, I’m just—”

“Surprised?” he finished for her. When she nodded, he dropped a kiss onto her forehead. “I wanted to do something special and surprise you. I’ve missed you too much.”

Elain’s hands slipped up the back of his shirt, feeling the sculpted muscle. “I missed you, too.”

He brought their lips together, kissing her slowly, wanting to savor the moment. Even though they texted and talked on the phone every day, and video-called every other day, something was missing between them. That physical presence and he couldn’t wait another second without seeing her. Being able to feel and touch her.

Taste her like he was doing now. Fuck, she was so sweet.

Elain whimpered, melting further into him.

Those sounds, gods he missed those sounds too. Azriel took full advantage of the opportunity, pushing her back until he lifted her onto her desk and slotted himself between her thighs. His fingers angled her jaw so he could kiss her better, to deepen himself into her while his thumbs traced over her cheeks.

His head went dizzy from her scent, her taste. Just her in general. He needed to feel every inch of her. Be inside of her. Hold her as close as their bodies allow.

But, Elain pulled away, breath coming out in heavy pants. “You have no idea how much I want to continue, but I’m afraid somebody might hear us.”

“Let them,” he growled, leaning in to nip at her swollen lips.

Her airy laugh had his heart racing in his chest, the sweet sound as delicate as a flower’s petal. “Tempting,” she murmured, sneaking one more kiss. Elain bit her bottom lip, contemplating her next words. “How long are you here for?”

His knuckles brushed over her cheek as he focused on her face. “A week.” Truthfully, it would likely be more than that, but there was still a lot in play and he wanted to spend time with her first before he got into the nitty gritty details of his trip.

Those gorgeous brown eyes glowed like sunshine. “A whole week, really?”

It relieved him to hear the excitement in her tone, that she was pleased by his unexpected visit and the length of his stay. He kissed her nose, making it scrunch in that adorable way of hers. “Mhmm. I do need to know what hotels are located near you, though—”

“A hotel?” she asked, brows furrowing. “Why do you need a hotel? You’re staying with me.”

He laughed softly, stroking the delicate skin of her neck with his thumb. “I didn’t want to assume.”

Elain snorted. “You are my boyfriend. The only place you’re staying is in my bed.”

Now that sounded perfect to him. Azriel was just about to kiss her again when a knock sounded on the door.

She rolled her eyes at the interruption but allowed him to step back so she could slide off the desk. “Come in.”

Nuala peeked her head in slightly before opening the door fully. “Just wanted to make sure you two were decent.”

“For Christ’s sake.”

Her friend snickered. “Ellie, take the rest of the day off. And this weekend. We can handle things here.”

“What?” It was obvious Elain hadn’t expected that.

“I’m perfectly happy hanging out here till El’s done,” he interjected. “Or pitching in where I can.”

But she was having none of that. “Really? You flew all the way here to surprise her. The least we can do is let her have the time with you.” She leaned a hip on the doorway. “Besides, we’re not super busy at the moment, and if something does come up, Cer and I can handle it.” Those dark eyes focused in on his girlfriend. “Go home, El. Enjoy it.”

It was adoration shining in Elain’s eyes. He could see just how much the gesture meant to her. “Thank you, Nu. Both of you. This means a lot to me.”

Nuala waved her off. “We’re always here for you, babes. Now get out of here.”

Elain was quick to pack up her stuff, taking his hand in hers as she led him from the shop and back out onto the street. They both chose to ignore the wolf-whistles from the twins as they left.

Azriel unlocked his car, opening the passenger door for her. “Where to?” he asked her.

She raised a brow, a smirk playing at her lips. “You don’t want to take me to the privacy of my own home?”

Her underlying innuendo was obvious. “As much as I’d love to be buried deep inside you right now,” Elain’s cheeks went scarlet, “I can wait if you want to spend some time together first. Show me around and whatnot. But if that’s what you want to do, I’m definitely not arguing.”

Her twinkling laugh warmed him from the inside out. “Such a romantic.” She glanced down the street like she was contemplating his words. “I haven’t had lunch yet. Do want to eat first?”

“Would I like to take you on an actual date? Fuck yeah, I would.” They never had a chance to go on one before she left Vegas, and their “dates” now typically included some movie they were watching at the same time, different foods to be eaten together, or, more commonly, some sort of phone or video sex. It wasn’t practical, but they made it work.

Elain’s eyes sparkled. “Well, when you put it that way. I know this place that serves the best barbeque in the downtown area.” She held out her hand for his keys.

That had his brows flying into his hairline. “Oh, you’re driving, are you?”

She nodded. “Downtown is fucking mess and there’s a shit ton of one-way streets. It’d be easier for me to drive than to give you directions.”

His lips quirked up as he handed her the keys. “You know, there is this magical device called GPS.”

“Yes, but this means I get to drive the fancy car.”

At that, he laughed. The rental place upgraded him to a sports Audi. It was completely ostentatious but was sleek as fuck too. “You can drive a stick, right?”

Elain grinned, opening the door to the driver’s side. “I suppose we shall find out,” she said, winking at him before climbing inside.

It turned out that not only could El drive a stick, she was fucking sexy as hell doing it too. Azriel was sitting in the passenger seat desperately trying to not pop a boner at the sight of her small hand gripping the wheel, the other on the rounded stick shift as she easily maneuvered into the different gears.

She glanced at him a few times. “Are you all right?”

“Fine,” he grunted. Goddammit, if that wasn’t obvious enough. Az blew out a breath through his clenched teeth, his jaw feathering.

Elain hummed, fingers sliding over the stick like it was his dick. “You don’t sound fine.” After a few moments, she asked, “Is my driving really that bad?” Her voice had become incredibly small. Vulnerable-like.

“No, baby. No, that’s not it at all.”

She smoothly pulled into a parking spot and turned off the ignition. “Okay.” It was definitely not okay.

He hated the hurt in her voice, so before she could get out, he gripped her arm, forcing her to look over at him. “Elain, it wasn’t your driving. Not like that. I didn’t think about how fucking sexy you’d look driving a stick, sliding your hand over the gearshift like that. I’m trying really hard to not let it go straight to my pants.”

For a moment, she just stared at him, surprise lining her features. And then she tipped her head back and laughed. A joyous, full-bellied kind of laugh. “That got you all hot and bothered?”

“More than you even know,” he groaned, letting his head fall back against the headrest.

She snickered behind her hand. “If we weren’t out in the open in broad daylight, I’d suck you dry just to help take the edge off.”

“That. Is. Not. Helping,” he growled.

Elain smirked, leaning across the center console to kiss his cheek. “Come on, horny boy. Let’s get some food first.”

Az grumbled about wanting a different kind of food as he climbed out of the car, and let her take his mangled while they strolled down the street. He tried to take in the sights and sounds, but the only thing he could focus on was how her fingers felt laced with his. The smooth skin of her palm against his. The way her hair caught the sun’s reflection, illuminating like golden rays of light. How her face lit up when they passed a father carrying his giggling daughter on his back.

She was…magnificent.

He had always known she was beautiful, but seeing her like this, in her natural element, in her city where she knew where everything was—it was like seeing a completely different side of her. A side he wanted to know more about.

Since it was a comfortable spring day, they sat at one of the outside picnic tables eating dirty tots and Mac and Cheese, barbeque brisket, and chicken. It was a ridiculous amount of food for the two of them, but Azriel found that he was hungrier than he thought, eating his way through their dishes.

Elain had laughed at his overly indulged face. “I should’ve warned you that you can easily overdose on this stuff.”

He ran a hand over his stomach. “Do you know the last time I’ve had a carb, Elain?”

A perfectly groomed brow raised in amusement. “Do exotic dancers not eat carbs, Az?”

“Not ones who want to perform and not hurl on the stage,” he laughed. “But it was when we had breakfast the morning after. The pancakes.”

“If dancers don’t eat carbs, why did you make pancakes?”

Azriel reached across the table to grip her fingers. “Because of you. Pancakes are comfort food and I wanted to make you something other than egg whites and spinach.”

She snorted. “Do you eat that every day? It sounds miserable.”

He shrugged. “Well, I can’t have what I prefer to eat.”

“Which is?”

“You.”

Her cheeks turned the most delicious shade of red, but she leaned her chin on her fist, a quirk playing on her lips. “So, are you too full for dessert then?”

“Not if it’s that dessert,” he purred. He saw the heat rush through her, in how she crossed her legs. Azriel knew just a few well-placed strokes of his hands would have her façade crumbling.

The pad of his index finger brushed over the sensitive skin of her inner wrist making her shudder in anticipation.

Elain swallowed, shifting her body. “Yeah?” she murmured. “And what would you do when we got to my place?”

Azriel leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “Well, to start, I’d put on a song to set the mood—”

“One of the songs from your routines?”

He nodded. Az sent music to her, letting her listen to the songs he performed to. Sometimes sending her videos of him at rehearsals. “A new routine for it.” His fingers drug up her forearm, sending little goosebumps over her flesh. “And then I’d kiss you so thoroughly, you’d forget your own name, peeling you out of your clothes, one item at a time.” He paused, waiting for a couple to pass by their table without being overheard.

“Once I had you naked, I’d splay you out on your kitchen table and let myself feast on that pretty, pink pussy that I’ve missed so much.”

Elain sighed, writhing in her seat. “Would you make me come?” she whispered, cheeks and chest reddening from the question.

His mouth drew up into a smirk. “Oh, baby. You’ll be coming twice on my tongue before I even let my cock out from the confines of my jeans.”

The whimper she let out had his dick getting impossibly harder. It was definitely not appropriate, given their current position in public, but fuck, did he love watching her squirm.

He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “And then only after I’ve had my fill of you, until you’re begging me for it, would I fuck you on the table until you’re screaming my name.”

It was exactly the words he needed to break her tether. Elain jumped up from her seat, tugging him out of his. “Take me home, Azriel,” she breathed onto his mouth in a heated kiss.

Oh, he planned to.

~~~~~~

Elain was practically panting by the time she pulled Az’s rental car into her driveway. He had gripped her thigh the entire way home, the warmth from his palm seeping through her jeans. She needed him—all of him. Needed to feel his body against hers. The muscles contract beneath her fingertips.

It seemed like he couldn’t wait to get into her house because as soon as the car was off, Az gripped her chin and pulled her in for a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth, stroking against hers.

She hummed, eyes fluttering shut as he explored her mouth, tasting every inch of it. “We’re not in the house yet,” she breathed onto his lips.

His growl had a fire igniting in her blood.

They clambered out of the car, Az grabbing his duffle bag from the trunk and carrying it into her place. It wasn’t the largest space in the world, but it fit her and all her needs.

The front door opened into her living room and dining area. The black and white kitchen was offset by a small bar and two barstools. Down the small hallway led to her bedroom and attached bathroom, and a half bath just across. It was quaint.

Cozy even.

Elain loved that it was perfectly hers.

She gave him the tour, having him set his things down in her bedroom before they made their way back out to the living room. “Would you like something to drink?”

A scarred hand gripped hers, turning her around to face him. “It can wait. There’s something else I want right now.” And then he was on her again, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses over her jaw and down her throat.

Her skin heated from the lavished attention he gave her, fingers sliding into his dark mop of hair upon his head. “Where’s the song?” she teased, tipping her head back to give him better access to her neck.

His smile grazed her skin. Azriel pulled back just enough to slip his phone from his pocket. “Do you have a speaker to connect to?”

She froze as she looked down at his lock screen. Because that was her—or rather, her silhouette that she sent to him, on his phone’s display. “That’s me,” she deadpanned, glancing up at him. Elain had seen the TikTok trend, Silhouette Challenge, and decided to give Azriel his own little show from her. She took the video in a dress, sending him a message with it asking if he liked her new outfit. And then the music shifted and she put on a scrap of lace, posing in a sexy way with a red light behind her.

She channeled her inner exotic dancer for it, having to film it quite a few times before she did one worthy to send to him.

Az had taken a great deal of time in responding to the message after he read it.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I screenshotted that video. It was too fucking hot not to.” A blush grazed the high arches of his golden-brown cheeks.

A smile turned up the corner of her lips. “You liked it?”

“I loved it. I watch it a lot. It’s saved to my phone.”

At that, she laughed, tipping her head back. “Well, I’m glad. I was nervous sending it.”

His fingers danced over her cheek. “You shouldn’t have been. I thoroughly enjoyed it.” Leaning in, he brushed his lips to her face, his warm breath making her dizzy with need. “So, the speaker?”

A bit dazed, Elain showed him which Bluetooth connection to use. She may have gone out and purchased a new system a couple of months ago so she could listen to the songs he sent to her like he was performing for her. To feel the beat under her feet, throughout her body.

The music began to play, the heavy bass coming through and zapping at her skin.

Show me how. Show me how you like it done.

Tossing his phone onto her couch, he shot her a heated look that had her toes curling in her shoes.

Take off your clothes. Give me your trust. Look me in the eyes and confess your lust. Get on your knees. Beg me to stop. I promise I'll love you if you do it. So do it for me.

The music swept over her, carrying her into a world of pleasure and fantasy. “Are you going to kiss me now?” she murmured, voice husky with need and desire. An ache had grown between her legs that was demanding her attention—or his attention rather.

“El, baby. I don’t plan to ever stop kissing you.” And then he was on her, dominating her lips with his, his tongue finding purchase inside of her mouth.

It was a deep, claiming type of kiss. One that made her knees weak and left her breathless. Her head spun as his fingers worked on the buttons of her long-sleeve shirt.

He didn’t stop. Not when he stripped her out of her top, and then deftly unhooked her bra and tossed it behind him. Bare from the waist up, his mouth latched onto her breast, sucking a nipple deep between his lips.

Elain’s back arched as she moaned quietly, the pull from his mouth eliciting a delicious tug between her thighs. She felt herself growing wet. Gripping his shirt, she ripped it over his head, hands sliding on the beautiful, golden-brown skin it revealed. Every cut line of him, every chiseled muscle on display. His body was glorious.

Give me your hand. I'll show you things you've never done. Hold my head. I'll make you feel like never before.

Azriel lifted her into his arms by the backs of her thighs, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the table and laid her on the cool surface.

She gasped at the contact, body bowing away from the startling cold top. But he was there, swallowing the sound right from her mouth. Her fingers skimmed over the strong muscles of his shoulders, over his pecs, and down his abdomen.

He groaned into her mouth when she cupped him through his jeans. Squeezing her waist once, he kissed his way down her torso, to unlace her shoes and tugged them off.

Azriel’s hand popped the button of her pants and soon, those also joined the rest of their clothes on the floor.

Elain was breathing heavily as she looked up at him, staring at the lace panties she wore, knowing he could see the dark spot that had formed. “Please, Az,” she begged, her sex aching for any sort of friction.

Say my name. All I wanna do is hear you scream in pain. Say my name. I promise I'll love you if you do it. So do it for me.

His smirk took on a mischievous hint to it, the lyrics mirroring her reactions almost to a T. “Begging already, my sweet?”

She used her legs, still wrapped around his hips, to tug him closer, pressing his hard cock into her. Elain moaned, raising her hips to rub herself against him.

He chuckled, dryly. “So needy.” Azriel stripped himself down to his boxers before leaning himself over her once more—the song starting again. He kissed her stomach, sucking a mark into the skin near her belly button. Like he did that first night together, Az gripped the hem of her underwear between his teeth, and slowly dragged it down her legs.

“Christ,” Elain groaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head. The cool air on her wetness had her trying to close her legs, but large, scarred hands grabbed her thighs, prying her legs further apart.

“Don’t hide from me.” It sounded like both a request and a demand. Azriel dipped his nose into the junction of her leg and hip, inhaling deeply. “Fuck,” he moaned. “I missed your scent almost as much as I missed your taste.”

The first swipe of his tongue had Elain crying out. Her body ached for him. Needed to be fed by him.

He groaned from the sweetness of her cunt, tongue dragging up from her entrance to flick her clit.

Gods, she was so wet already, her body responding to him in a way not even she could produce. She throbbed, the draw from his mouth nearly too much to handle. Elain slid her hands into his hair, tugging the strands hard to pull him closer to her pussy. “Eat, Az,” she commanded, voice wavering from the pleasure he wasn’t quite giving to her yet.

But those words seemed to snap whatever tether he had on himself because Azriel unleashed himself on her. He sucked her clit between his teeth, grazing it with just a bit of pain to mix in her pleasure, before sliding down to plunge it inside of her.

Elain threw her head back, moaning loud enough that she should be concerned her neighbors would hear her—but, frankly, she didn’t care. Not when he ate her like this. Her lips parted, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he licked and sucked at her pussy. It was divine.

It was mind-blowing.

It was everything she missed and so much more. “Fuck, Az…” Her fingers tightened on those soft, midnight locks as she built up, up, up to that wonderous edge.

So close, she was so damn close. The sounds of his mouth against her filled the room, her heavenly moans of pleasure echoed in her small house. Loud enough that neither of them heard the front door unlock or open.

“Jesus fuck,” came a distinctly male voice that only could belong to one man.

No. Oh gods, no.

Her eyes snapped open and she tipped her neck back to look at the door, Azriel’s head pulling off her cunt to also determine who was intruding on them at her place.

“Dad!” Elain yelped, shoving off the table and almost crashing into Azriel in her haste to hide her naked body. She booked it for her room, her boyfriend a half step behind her, and slammed her door shut, horror churning in her gut. “Oh gods, no. No, no, no,” she chanted, pacing her room, still nude. Her hands gripped her hair, anxiety rolling in her gut and making her sick to her stomach.

She was going to throw up.

Azriel reached for her shoulders, halting her movements. “El, hey. It’s okay.”

She shook her head, desperately trying to not cry. He pulled her into his chest, tucking her face into his warm skin. “No, it’s not,” she barely managed to get out before he pounded on her door.

“Elain Violet Arch’r-ron. Get y’ur fucking ass out’re, now.” The slur of his words told her he was already two sheets in.

Fuck, this could not be happening.

Azriel looked down at her in surprise at the hostility of her dad’s voice, the question obvious in his eyes. This was not how she wanted to tell her boyfriend that her dad was a grade-A drunk and she was the only child that still spoke to him.

She sighed heavily, trying to quell her upset stomach, and pulled out of his embrace, rummaging in her drawers for a proper outfit.

He followed her lead, grabbing clothing from his duffle bag, and giving her the time to speak. Azriel could read her well enough to know that she was holding something back.

“I need you to stay in here while I go handle this,” she told him, pulling on her t-shirt.

That had him whirling around, bare-chested still. “You think I’m going to let you face this alone?”

Elain shook her head, taking a breath to try and come to words with how she needed to explain this to him and why she needed to go out first.

Her dad pounded on the door again. “Elain!”

“I’m coming!” she called back, voice harder than she’d ever spoken to him before. Facing her boyfriend, she told him, “My dad is an…” Elain paused, determining what best way to say it, “aggressive drunk.” Azriel’s eyes widened but he didn’t interrupt. “I can tell he’s had a few already and it would be better for me to go out there first to try and calm him down.”

Hazel eyes roved over her face, giving him the time to think of a rebuttal, because of course he would. Finally, he settled on, “If that’s the case, El, then I’m not comfortable leaving you in his presence alone. We weren’t doing anything wrong. You are an adult woman and we were in the privacy of your home. He barged in without so much as a knock. He has no reason to be angry.”

She waved an indifferent hand. “It doesn’t matter. He’ll still be angry. Please, just let me go out there to try and calm him down before you come out. Please, Azriel.” Her tone took a bit of pleading note to it, and she saw his hesitancy crumble beneath it.

Az sighed heavily, shrugging his shirt over his head. “Fine, but if he gets physical with you, I’m coming out.” His voice brooked no room for argument.

Elain tucked herself into his chest, squeezing him. “He won’t. He’s never been physical, only verbal. I was the only one who could talk him down. It’s why my sisters never visit him.” She kissed the center of his chest. “Thank you,” she breathed before slipping out the door and shutting it quietly behind her.

Her father was leaning against the wall across from her room, waiting. His arms were crossed over his chest and the scowl etched onto his face had her stomach tightening in knots.

Noticing her absent partner, he scoffed. “Is he hidin’ from me?” he commented unkindly, pushing off the wall and swaying a bit.

Elain’s anger boiled to the surface at the accusation, but she let it simmer. “No, I asked him to wait to come out until we talked first.” Without providing further elaboration, she spun on her heel and made her way to the living room, turning off the speaker that was still playing Az’s sensual song and picking up scattered clothing from the floor.

“Who is he?” he demanded, hiccupping.

She ignored the tone. “His name is Azriel.”

“Where’d you meet ‘em?”

Elain shoved their scattered clothes into a ball behind one of her plants, out of prying, judgemental eyes. “We met in Vegas. When I went for Feyre’s birthday, remember?”

The name of his other daughter made his eye twitch, his nose crinkling up in disdain. But she watched the dots connect of how they could’ve possibly met at a twenty-one-year-old’s birthday trip to Vegas. “For fu—fuck’s sake, Elain. Don’t tell me he’s one’er those strippers.”

She took a steadying breath, needing a second to calm herself from the utter malice in his voice. “It doesn’t matter where we met. What matters is that he’s my boyfriend and he genuinely cares for me.”

Her father groaned in misery. “You’r gonna catch a—a disease from ‘em, Elain,” he hiccupped again.

A single brow raised, nostrils flaring in fury. “Excuse me? How dare you say something so awful!”

“What’er ‘bout Graysen?” he snarled.

The sound of her ex-boyfriend’s name on his lips made her flinch. “Graysen and I have been broken up for over two years, dad. It’s time you moved on.” She couldn’t help the sharpness of her tone. How dare he bring him up. After everything he did to her, the way he treated her!

“I pulled strings to get you’r together. And you jus’—jus’ up and left him!”

“You were his father’s best friend!” she screamed. “You two pushed us together and he treated me like crap—”

“Still better than the trash hiding behind y’ur door,” he spat.

Elain knew Azriel could hear every word. Hear every vile, disgusting word her father spoke. The trash comment… Her chest went cold at the thought of Az dumping her because of what he said. How he treated him. “You need to leave,” Elain said coldly.

Her father’s brows raised at the frozenness of her tone. “I’m not gonna let you throw y’ur life away on…’em,” he sneered, stumbling a step when he swayed heavily to the side.

“You don’t get to dictate my life. I’m a grown woman—”

His hand shot out and grabbed her forearm in a tight grip. “Y’ur my daughter!” he shouted.

Elain tried to pull her arm away, but his grip hardened, fingers digging into her skin until she knew there would be bruises. “Ow, dad. You’re hurting me, let go.”

Seeming to ignore her attempted pleas, “You’ll do as I—I say.”

For the first time in her life, Elain looked up at her father’s face, saw his wrath, his alcoholism, and feared for her safety. This was beyond anything she’d ever experienced with him. “You’re hurting me, dad. Let go,” she said again, more timidly than before. Truth be told, she was scared. She was scared of him. She was scared of him fighting with Azriel. He’d gotten into a bar fight before and she used nearly all of her life savings to bail him out.

She regretted it now.

The bedroom door swung open after the second plea from her, and there stood Azriel, a menacing look on his face. He glanced at her, registered the terror she couldn’t hide from him even if she tried, and then turned his attention onto her father. “Let her go. Now.” The deep baritone of his voice, the hint of a threat would have lesser men running.

But her dad was intoxicated enough to not sense the danger in his tone. He took a step towards the door, using his grip on her to tug her with him.

Elain whimpered—Azriel’s blazing eyes shot to her at the sound—and used her free hand to try and pry off his grip. “Dad, please,” she begged. The last thing she wanted was for this to end in a physical altercation, more so than it already had.

“This don’t concern you, boy. Why don’t you jus’ pack’er things and leave, hmm?”

Azriel took two steps, closing the distance between them. “I’m not going to ask you again. Remove your hand from her or I will forcibly do it for you.”

She saw the threat click through the fog holding her father hostage because he looked down at her and finally released her arm. Once free, Elain moved swiftly, finding comfort in Az’s arms as he gently pulled her away from him.

Tears were threatening to slide down her face but she choked them down, her throat aching from them.

The disgust on her father’s face as he watched Azriel touch her had her blood boiling.

“Look at ‘em, Elain! He’s ain’t even like us.”

She gaped at him.

“Jus’ like ev’ry otha low-life, once he knocks ya up, he gonna leave you. At leas’ Gray coulda support’d you.”

She lost it. Twisting in Az’s arms, she raged, “Support me? The only thing Graysen could support was his infidelity! And treating me like shit. The only thing he did consistently was put me down. Made me feel worthless. And that’s what you want me to go back to?” her voice edged higher and higher as she seethed. “Azriel cares for me. He’s genuinely interested in what I do and who I am. He’s respectful and kind and wonderful, and I love him!”

The room went silent until she realized what she had said.

Elain gasped, covering her mouth as she turned to face a stunned Az. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered in horror. “I—I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

Amber-colored eyes flicked between her own with such wonder, such awe, she could feel the tether between them form like it was an unbreakable bond. But Azriel simply cupped her face, thumbs lightly brushing over her cheeks. “You love me?” He said it so softly like he almost didn’t believe it.

There wasn’t a doubt in her mind as she breathed, “Yes. Yes, Azriel—I love you.”

His face morphed into something she’d never seen before. It was vulnerable and beautiful, and she wanted to see it over and over again for the rest of her life. “I love you too, Elain.” His mouth descended upon hers, kissing her with sweet reverence, but not in a way she knew he wanted to, not with an audience that didn’t approve of him.

They didn’t let his scoffing interrupt them, enjoying just a few more precious seconds of that kiss.

When she finally broke away, the brilliant smile that overtook Az’s face shattered and remade her soul. Elain knew then that he was the one for her. She twisted back around to face her father, sinking into Azriel’s embrace behind her. “Dad, you don’t have to like him. That’s fine. But you’re going to accept that I do; that I can choose for myself. And if you can’t then there’s,” she indicated with a nod of her head, “the door. Leave.”

Those dark eyes that matched her own, gave them a once-over before he grumbled something she chose not to hear and left, the front door slamming shut behind him.

Once alone, Elain returned her attention to Azriel. “I’m so sorry, Az. For having to listen to those awful words he spewed.” Tears lined her eyes as she spoke. “Please believe me when I say that I don’t agree with anything that he said.”

He cupped her face again in his large, warm palms. Let his thumbs swipe under her eyes to brush away her tears. “El, love. I know you.” He emphasized his point by bringing a single hand down to lie over her chest. “I know your heart, your soul. I know that you don’t have those same views as him. I would never hold his opinions against you.”

She threw herself into his hold, burying her face into his pec. “I love you,” she murmured into his chest.

Az’s hands slid down to the backs of her thighs as he easily lifted her into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. “Let me show you just how much I love you,” he told her, gently lying her down on her bed.

Shredding her clothes off, he resumed his post-lunch dessert between her thighs.

A few licks with his tongue had her body building back up at record speed. “Az,” she moaned, tugging his inky locks with her fingers. Fuck he gave amazing head.

Plunging two fingers into her wet pussy, she pulsed around him. “So desperate already,” he muttered, his stubbled chin and cheeks giving her a delicious friction between her thighs. His tongue flicked her clit, teasingly. “Would you like to come, love?”

The pet name had her body going warm, toes curling. “Please, Az,” Elain begged. “I want to come. I need to come.” Her voice was nothing more than a whine, but she didn’t care. Her body craved him. Craved every touch, every taste, and feeling of him.

He chuckled, giving her a few more licks before he sucked the sensitive bud between his lips hard until she shattered.

Elain screamed, her back arching off the bed as he rang every drop from her. Throwing an arm over her hips, he pinned her to the bed—pinned her to his mouth still sucking her clit. Her cries of pleasure echoed in the room as he coaxed her down from her high.

Azriel kissed up her body, pausing to bite little marks into her skin on his way up to her lips.

She could taste herself on his tongue, the sweetness that coated it drawing a deep whine from the back of her throat. Her legs opened, making room for him to settle into the cradle of her hips. Gripping his t-shirt, she ripped it over his head, throwing the offending garment across the room. Elain ran the pads of her fingers over his body, feeling the hard muscles under her palms. The rigorous workout routine he maintained kept him at peak performance and fuck, was he glorious naked.

Her darkened eyes, nearly swallowed by her pupils, glanced up at his face. “I missed you,” she murmured, not wanting to break the heated tension that had fallen over them.

His smile warmed her from the inside out. Az nudged his nose into hers affectionately, hips rolling and grinding into her. The hardness that pressed into her reminded her just how large he was. “I missed you too, El.”

Removing himself from her, Azriel stripped out of his clothes and collected a condom from his pack, rolling the rubber over his impressive length once he settled back on her bed.

Elain felt herself get wetter watching him prep himself, using the slick from her sex to coat his cock with a few strokes from his hand. But soon enough, he was back on top of her, rubbing himself between her thighs. She moaned his name, dragging his head down for a heated kiss.

He lined himself up with her entrance, the tip of his cock barely dipping in and out of her as he kissed down her jaw, working at the sensitive skin of her neck. “I think I may want to draw another orgasm from you just like this. My cock working your clit, rubbing you just the right way,” he murmured, rutting his hips into hers.

She growled, wrapping her legs around his waist and trying to pull him inside of her aching heat. “No more teasing.”

Az grinned into her throat. “What do you want, baby?”

“You. I need you.”

He kissed her cheek, dragging his lips up to her earlobe. “You have me. I’m right here.”

Another whine left her throat as she again tried to use the heels of her feet to push him where she desperately wanted him. But Az was too strong, keeping himself steady and barely teasing her.

“Tell me, El,” he told her, biting the lobe of her ear and sucking it into his mouth.

She groaned, feeling the sensation of that tug low in her belly. “Fuck me, Azriel. Please, I need your cock. I need to feel it—” her words were cut off as he finally sunk himself to the hilt, her body greedily taking every single inch. “Yesss!” Elain whined in a long, drawn-out syllable.

His breath ghosted over her neck, giving her a second to adjust to his size. When she yanked his hips in further, he set a brutal pace, snapping into hers.

Her bedroom was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, their heavy breaths. The scent of sex and sweat hung in the room like a layer of fog.

Azriel gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head, using his one hand to hold them there. His other moved to tilt her jaw up, allowing him to kiss her deeper, his tongue plunging into her mouth to stroke hers. To fuck into her mouth like his cock was doing to her. Scarred fingers slid further down her body, cupping her full globe of a breast before he pinched at her nipple, adding a twinge of pain with her pleasure.

Elain cried out, eyes scrunching closed.

But he was there to swallow the sounds, those deft fingertips tracing even further south until he touched her just there. “Fuck, you feel better than I remember,” he groaned, his cock sliding deeper and deeper until it stroked that spot inside of her.

“I thought about you,” she panted, looking up into his burning gaze. “When I touched myself, I pictured your hands, your cock.” Her arms ached, still pinned above her head. She wanted to feel him beneath her palms. To touch him, but his hold on her remained firm. “It was the only way I could get off without you.”

Her words unleashed some primal thing inside of him, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic. The fingers circling her clit became more pronounced, tighter. She felt her body pulse around his cock, edging into her orgasm.

“Come with me, Az,” she moaned, throwing her head back and exposing her throat to him.

His mouth attached to her neck at her pulse point, sucking hard enough she knew a purple bruise would blossom from his careful ministrations. The draw from his lips and teeth, the sliding of his cock over that spot inside her had her falling, falling, falling, into her pleasure.

“Azriel!” she called out, his name coming through in three, drawn-out syllables. Elain’s body arched into his as she drew him to his release, thrusting sloppily into her while he spilled into the condom. Her name an echo from his chest into her throat.

He released her hands and the skin of her neck from his teeth, collapsing on top of her.

Her fingers went straight to his hair, sliding through the thick, damp locks to scratch at his scalp, down his nape. Az panted against the junction of her shoulder, his hot breath causing gooseflesh to erupt over her skin.

They lay there in silence, catching their breath until Azriel began planting light kisses on her neck and collarbone. “Fuck, love. That was,” he breathed, pushing himself up to look down at her.

“Amazing,” she finished for him, a smile overtaking her features.

A similar one graced his face. “Better than amazing.”

“I hope you brought the extra large box of condoms because I have a feeling we’re going to go through a lot of them.”

Az laughed, kissing her cheek. “If that’s the case, I may have to make a quick trip to the store.” He ducked his head to press their brows together. “I’m going to pull out—take a breath for me.”

She did, wincing slightly as he withdrew from her.

He kissed her lips once, twice, three times before climbing off her. “Where are your towels?”

“Under the sink.”

Stooping to drop one more kiss, Az headed to her bathroom to clean up.

~~~~~

After wiping them both down, Azriel put on a pair of clean boxers and climbed back into bed, pulling a very pliable Elain on top of him. Currently, her bare pussy was pressed against his thigh, her legs straddling his and she had draped herself on his chest.

Her fingers were tracing over the black ink on his chest.

He’d be lying if he said the heat he could feel on his thigh, the way she reverently touched him tempted him to take her again, but he had to tell her his news first.

“I have something I wanted to talk to you about,” he murmured into her hair.

She propped her chin on the back of her hand, looking up at him with those doe eyes he loved so much. “Hmm? What about?”

He brushed an errant curl behind her ear. “The furniture business is moving forward. My brothers’ and I pitched a collection to one of the large stores in San Francisco, knowing it would do well in the higher-priced market. It was accepted.”

A lovely smile turned up her lips. “That’s wonderful, Az. I’m so happy for you guys.”

“We gave our resignations to Club Velaris last week.”

That had her brows shooting up into her hairline. “Wow, you did? The business has really taken off then. That’s fantastic!” She shot him a sly grin. “So, does that mean no more sexy dance videos?”

He tipped his head back, laughing. “Perhaps live versions will make up for it?” Az traced the apples of her cheeks with his fingertips. “Since our market is the city, we also decided to move the business there. Rhys and Cash are in San Francisco now securing the licensing, a warehouse, and a storefront for us to operate from.” Along with catching up with the other two Archeron sisters, though he knew she could probably guess as much.

Elain pushed herself up onto her forearms, surprise lining every inch of her face. “You’re moving to San Francisco?” He could see the hope in her brown eyes, how it would make them only about an hour and a half apart. Az just hoped that what he said next would warrant the same response.

“Well, no. They’re moving to San Francisco…” at her confused face, he added, “I was thinking about moving here. To be closer to you.”

She blinked, pushing herself up off him.

He would’ve been concerned by the distance had she not remained straddling his leg.

“You want to move here to be with me?” she asked carefully, voice small.

Azriel sat up, bringing their faces closer together. “Yes,” he told her earnestly. “I want to have a relationship with you that doesn’t require us to video call or text daily. I want to see you whenever I feel like it. I want to be able to hold you and take you on proper dates.”

“What about your brothers? The business,” she worried, biting down on her bottom lip.

He reached up to grip her chin, plucking the lip she’d trapped from between her teeth. “The city isn’t far from here. I can just drive in whenever Cassian needs an extra set of hands in the shop. But I mainly design, which I can do from anywhere. I’d like to do it here, where you’re at.”

Elain wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair there. “What if…” she started, looking a bit unsure of herself.

He ran his hands up her back in a soothing gesture, urging her to continue.

She swallowed, taking a breath. Her eyes cast down to their laps. “What if…you moved in with me?”

The question surprised him. Yes, they’d only been going out for three months, but Azriel didn’t have a single doubt in his mind that Elain was his person. His forever. Seeing the red hue running along her cheeks made him adore her even more. Hooking a finger under her chin, he forced her gaze back to his. “You want me to move in with you?”

Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip, and, fuck if he couldn’t help himself from rubbing his thumb after it. She nodded, as best as she could while he still held her chin. “I know it’s a big step, but if you’re moving here anyways…” she shrugged slightly.

It wasn’t exactly what he was hoping she’d say. “So, you want me to move in because I’m already moving here?”

Elain’s eyes widened as she realized what she had insinuated. “No! No, that’s not what I meant. I, ugh,” she sighed, frustrated with herself. “I’m asking if you want to move in with me because I want you to move in with me.” She resituated herself on his lap to straddle his hips.

Fuck, Elain naked was a sight for sore eyes. He would love nothing more than to go to bed with her curled up next to him each night. Wake up to her nude body every morning. She was gloriously bare, making him hard in his boxers again.

Trying to ignore the blood running south of his waistline, Az cupped her face in his palms. “El, love, I don’t want you to invite me to live with you unless you’re absolutely sure you want to do this.”

“I do,” she told him earnestly. “I want you to move in with me. If…if that’s what you want.” Again, he saw the nervousness in the question that was not a question.

His thumbs stroked across the high arches of her cheeks. “I would love to move in with you, Elain.” Az brought her mouth to his, kissing her softly. She melted into him, pulling herself closer into his chest. “I love you, El.”

“I love you too, Az,” she breathed, leaning in to kiss him again. “Oh my god. We’re going to live together!” Elain squealed, throwing her arms around his neck.

He laughed, wrapping his hands around her waist. “So, should we christen our new place?” he grinned.

Elain smirked. “Fuck yes.” And then she was on him, slinking her way off his lap and lowering her face to his covered cock. A few quick maneuvers had him stripped and was sucking his dick deep into her mouth.

His hand snaked into her hair, holding it in a tight grip at the back of her head. Fuck he loved this woman.

The two of them spent the rest of the evening, fucking in every room, on every surface, and celebrating what their future might bring.

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