Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 866: God’s chosen

Gabbi and Azrael lay entangled beneath the sheet, her face resting against his chest. His strong arm, one she had dreamed about for so long, was now wrapped around her waist, his thumb gently tracing circles on her back. The other hand propped behind him, resting comfortably against the headboard.

The man was a picture of masculinity. So hot.

Gabbi reached for the spot where Azrael had marked her. Though it was beginning to heal—faster than was normal—touching it sent a pleasurable shiver through her.

"What is it?" Azrael asked, sensing the subtle shift through their bond.

She shrugged. "I don’t know, it just feels strange. Living among the Fae, I never thought I’d be mated, let alone marked. The Fae tend to look down on humans, and only a select few are ever chosen to be mated by the gods."

"Well, congratulations," Azreal chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You’re now among the select few, God’s chosen."

Gabbi smiled, leaning further into his muscular chest. He smelled so good, she thought she could devour him right there. As if her hormones were working in sync with her thoughts, a rush of heat shot to her core.

"Careful what you wish for, little mate," Azrael warned, his voice low and laden with heat. "I’m a virile male, and I don’t want to wear you out."

"Damn you!" Gabbi cursed, exasperated by his ability to sense every change in her body.

And he was right. She was sore—so incredibly sore. Azrael had taken her so thoroughly, so many times that day, and while she had no complaints, her body certainly had its limits.

Still, her traitorous body seemed to crave more. As much as she wished she could also scent his emotions, she didn’t have that advantage. But that didn’t mean she was helpless.

To prove her point, Gabbi trailed her fingers down Azreal’s stomach, tracing the ridges of his hard abs. He hissed sharply, his muscles tightening under her touch. "You’re playing with fire, Gabbi."

Gabbi chuckled at the tortured expression on his face. They were both naked beneath the sheet now, and she began to move against him, grinding her hips in slow, deliberate motions, increasing the temptation.

"Fuck this. You asked for it!" Azrael growled.

Gabbi yelped when he suddenly flipped her onto her back, hovering over her with darkened eyes. Her heart raced in anticipation, knowing exactly what was coming next. Azrael was burning with desire, but there was something more behind it. He wanted to teach her a lesson.

However, as much as he wanted to take her again, something held him back. His mate was human. Fragile—well, for now. He couldn’t risk losing her. Not yet. Not like his father had.

Instead, Azrael leaned down and began to tickle her, causing her to scream with laughter. The joy on her face was worth missing out on the coitus he had been craving.

"Azrael, no!" Gabbi gasped between laughs, trying to squirm away from him, but he was too strong. She had no chance of escape.

Gabbi laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face. "Azrael, please!" she begged, still trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

"Will you be a naughty mate again?" he teased.

"No, never!" she yelled between fits of laughter.

Though they both knew that was a lie, Azreal relented, letting her go.

He returned to his original position, holding her securely in his arms, trying to calm a certain part of his body that refused to go down.It was not going to be easy, but he tried.

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, but Gabbi couldn’t resist the curiosity gnawing at her.

"Why do I feel like we’re hiding out here?" she asked.

"Because we are," Azrael answered honestly.

"Really?" Gabbi raised her eyebrows, looking up at him.

Azreal sighed, running a hand through his already tousled hair. "I have a confession to make."

At that, Gabbi immediately sat up, propping herself on her side to face him directly. "What is it?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his face.

Azreal hesitated, licking his lips nervously before confessing. "I wasn’t supposed to mark you."

Her heart skipped a beat. The air around them shifted, but Gabbi held back from jumping to conclusions. She knew Azrael better than to think the worst. He didn’t keep secrets from her, and if he was saying this now, it was because he wanted her to understand the full story.

"My people," he continued after a moment, "They don’t trust you. Mated or not, they think you’re the reincarnation of Drusilla, the second coming, with the intention of wiping out our race and finishing what she couldn’t do before dying. They didn’t want me to mark you until they were sure of your intentions. That way, if you betrayed them, they could kill you without it destroying me."

For a moment, there was only silence, the weight of his confession settling between them. Gabbi could see the strain on Azreal’s face. He was afraid he’d ruined everything between them with those words.

Gabbi sighed, her voice soft but understanding. "I would have called your people paranoid sociopaths, but I get it. Some traumas are just too hard to get over." She paused, looking at him carefully. "What about you, though?"

"Huh?" Azrael blinked, clearly thrown by the question.

"Do you believe I would betray your kind?" she asked, her voice quiet but searching.

"No." Azreal’s response was immediate and filled with such conviction that it made Gabbi’s heart swell.

"Why are you so sure?" she pressed.

He smiled. "For starters, Drusilla grew up in the human realm. You, on the other hand, grew up among the Fae. And while the Fae may be deceiving in appearance, you’ve seen them make enough monsters. Besides, I’ve watched you, Gabbi. You couldn’t harm a fly, let alone your mate or the father of your children. It’s just not in your nature."

Gabbi snorted. "I don’t even know whether to be pleased or mad at your reasoning."

She rolled out from the bed, smoothing down her disheveled hair as she moved. Azreal’s dark gaze followed her naked body, his frustration evident by the groan he made.

"Yes, big man, that’s not happening," Gabbi said, her tone teasing. "Get off the bed. It’s time."

"Time for what?" Azreal frowned, genuinely confused.

Gabbi shot him a withering look. "What kind of king and queen shy away from their duty? I, for one, am eager to meet my people. Aren’t you?"

Azrael couldn’t help but grin, knowing full well that Ravendale was about to meet one hell of a queen.