Chapter Six
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Chapter Six
Nemesis POV
“I am not sleeping in the same bed as you.” I state, completely adamant with my decision.
I’m standing in a tank top and pajama shorts, and Azrael is standing in boxer briefs. We’re staring each other down from across the bed.
“I’m not asking.” He growls in response.
“I’m saying f*****g no!”
“Shut up and get in the f*****g bed.”
My eyes darken at his patronizing tone.
“Make. Me.”
It doesn’t take a particularly long amount of time for me to realize that saying that was a huge f*****g mistake. Azrael rounds the bed faster than I can even blink, presses me against the wall, and brings his face within an inch of mine.
“Keep in mind, baby, I love challenges. They exhilarate me, turn me on… And you, plus a challenge? Now not even a cold shower will cure that. So be careful, baby girl.”
I take a deep breath.
“Azrael, I’m not a fan of physical affection or cuddling or sleeping next to someone. I just… have never really enjoyed it.”
Azrael’s eyes sadden momentarily, before he neutralizes his facial expression.
“Nemesis, I have been looking for my mate for millennia’s. I thought I had found her in Echo, but I turned out to be wrong. With you, there isn’t a doubt in my mind. And now that I have you, please try to understand my need to keep you close, baby. You’re filling a hole that’s been within me for thousands of years. Just let me hold you while we sleep.”
His speech is endearing, I’ll give him that. And I can tell that he’s being genuine.
I bite my lip, thinking, which causes him to groan.
“Nemesis, if you don’t want me to f**k you into oblivion right now, don’t bite that luscious lip of yours. I only have so much self restraint when it comes to you.
I gape, unsure of how to respond, but settle on silence.
Azrael and I stare intently into each others eyes for a few moments.
We’re both half glaring/half examining each other. When I’m finally about to open my mouth and give him a piece of my mind, he crushes his lips against mine. My first instinct is to shove him away, but in a sexy display of domination and masculinity, he pins my hands above my head. I gasp, turned on by his gesture yet irritated with my lack of movement.
His lips are dominating, strong, exhilarating. The kiss wreaks havoc on my senses, and I love every second of it. I even relax completely into being restrained, a strange part of me trusting that Azrael will never give me more than I can handle.
When he pulls back I can barely breathe. I can barely move. f**k, I can barely even think. Before I’m even able to get my senses back, he’s scooped me up and deposited me on the bed. he climbs in behind me, wraps his arms around my waist to pull my back to his front, and kisses my neck.
“Sleep now, angel. We’ll talk more in the morning.”
I hum in agreement, allowing darkness to pull me under.
“Good morning, baby. Time to get up, we need to go over your training schedule.”
My eyes open sleepily, and I look up to see a smiling Ares.
“Why the f**k am I awake so early?” is my version of a good morning.
“You start training at 10. It’s 9 already.”
I roll over and pull the sheet over my head, only to have it plucked off and get picked up by Azrael. I push him away and get on my feet.
“Leave me alone,” I groan.
“Nemesis, your first training session is with Ares, god of war. He came back to Olympus just for you. f*****g suck it up, wake up, and eat.”
I groan. “Can you refrain from being an absolute d**k for a few minutes?
He takes me by the hand and walks out of the room.
“Like ten minutes? Screw that, five. Five minutes of not being a jerk?” I continue to antagonize him, enjoying his tense demeanor.
As we make our way downstairs, Azrael finally responds to my taunts.
“Your words are giving me reasons to punish you, baby. And let me tell you, everyone on Olympus gives legendary punishments.”
I tense up, feeling a strong blush come over my cheeks.
“Noted” I squeak out, going quiet.
As we walk into the dining room I see an array of breakfast foods already set out.
“Did you make all this?” I question.
“No, we have some house staff.”
I frown. “There are house staff for the Gods? Who?”
“Well, they’re primarily humans who worshipped the gods and therefore got onto mount Olympus. You see, where the gods live is only the center, the golden city of mount Olympus. Surrounding us there are humans. Some of them, the purest of the pure, are allowed to come serve the gods. They love it.”
“But you’re not a god” I point out.
Azrael nods. “Right. I’m far more exciting.”
I snort, walking past him, but suddenly feel a smack land on my ass. I turn around, astounded.
“Did you jus-“
He spins me around and plants another smack on my other ass cheek. I round on him.
“Why are you spanking me?!”
“Because you’re being a brat, and brats get spanked. Besides, don’t tell me you aren’t loving it. I know you are.”
By heavens, he’s right. Although I’m even embarrassed to think it, the stinging is beyond hot. I wouldn’t mind him spanking me whenever he wants.
Fuck, I need to get my s**t together.
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