CHAPTER SEVEN:

Azrael's POV:

Pretending to be a 21-year-old college student meant I had to act like one.

Since I looked roughly around that age bracket, it wasn't exactly hardship.

After living for hundreds of years, a lot of things came easy to me and I adapted quickly. I'd learned languages, cultures, skills—even though I didn't need those.

What I'm saying is; I've been twenty-one over and over just to keep my secret and the ‘balance’ which the moon goddess is so desperate to keep.

Keeping the balance meant I had to put up with some bullshit or the other. Like right now for example.

My betrothed, Rosita, was currently climbing me like a stripper on a pole, pushing her barely covered tits up against my face, groping my chest and my barely interested cock in my fucking living room.

I should be happy, right?

What 21 year old guy wouldn't like his girl getting handsy with him?

But I didn't like ‘my girl.’

Even my wolf didn't.

It wasn't fair to her, she did nothing wrong. I was the one using her to create this image of a perfect young prince and all.

The high priestess had chosen Rosita as the perfect cover for some reason.

Well, I can't deny the fact that she makes my lie so convincing and she plays her part well—maybe a little ‘too well.’

And, God, She was fucking annoying too.

“Babeeeeee,” Rosita whined, pulling me from my head. “You've barely spoken to me since you came back. You won't even fuck me.”

Because I don't want to.

Failing to hide my irritation, I peeled her hands off my chest, creating a distance between us. “Don't you have evening classes on Mondays?”

Damn Caspian for letting Rosita know where I was.

“Oh please,” she scoffed. “The semester's just starting and I can always miss classes for you, babe.”

“I didn't ask you to.”

“You don't have to babe,” she popped open my shirt button, and then another. “Why don't you let me make you feel good babe, I've been dying to touch you.”

I couldn't stop my frustrated sigh even if I tried. “I just got here two days ago, at least give me space.”

I have better things to do like finding a way to break the curse. I had a year left!

“I already gave you lots of space before you came back,” she pointed out with a frown.

“And? I just don't feel like fucking right now, Rosita.”

“Do you not love me anymore?” Her blue eyes shone with tears, her lips trembling, “Is there someone else?!”

Fucking hell.

Here we go again.

Dealing with a sad Rosita was worse than dealing with a horny one. It was just sex, I can do that.

Wordlessly, I grabbed her waist pulling her flush against my bare chest, claiming her lips in a brutal kiss.

Her happy sighs reached my ears as my stomach curdled like milk.

I pushed my tongue past her parted lips into her mouth while she was fully straddling me now, grinding hard on my cock.

How much longer do I have to fuck a girl I have no interest in?

Couldn't the priestess have chosen someone I'd be at least attracted to? Someone who was less problematic?

Fiery ginger hair, grey eyes, and pink pouty lips flashed behind my closed lids and my cock twitched, hardening even more.

Why the fuck am I thinking of Little Red while making out with Rosita?

My heart beat was faster now, my chest heaved.

Fuck no.

I can't risk being attracted to or obsessed with anyone ever again.

My selfish desires in the past were what caused pain, wars, destruction and this stupid curse that was threatening to wipe out an entire race.

I'm perfectly okay never loving another woman for the rest of my miserable years.

I grabbed Rosita's face, deepening the kiss, determined to distract myself from whatever the fuck that was.

Her shirt was so thin, I could practically feel her hard nipples rub my bare chest.

I let her pull down my zipper and fish out my cock, drowning in the pleasure of having her delicate hand stroke me. She—

“What the fuck?” My brother's voice broke through my lust fogged mind.

Rosita was off my body in seconds, adjusting her clothes, her face glowed a deep shade of red as she kept her eyes firmly on her laps.

“Izar,” I greeted lazily. “You're back early.”

“Dude, put your dick away,” he groaned.

I shrugged, already doing that when my eyes fell on something—someone.

My brows dipped, “Little Red?” I rose to my feet.

She was standing behind Izar, her face flushed red as she avoided my gaze.

I didn't like how my stomach fluttered. Or the way my wolf purred within me.

“Wait, you know Saphielle?” Izar asked with a frown.

‘So her name is Saphielle…’

I didn't get the next word out of my mouth cause Rosita suddenly jerked off the couch, her embarrassment momentarily forgotten as she stomped over to where both Izar and Saphielle stood.

“What's this cheap, cum dumpster slut doing here?!”