Azalus

*Azalus moves his hand to my waist..I feel a shiver go down my spine..I look at him..* "Azalus..we can't..the prince is outside.."

*Azalus's eyes narrow, and he looks at the prince. He doesn't seem to care. "Let him watch. Let him see what he's missing." He pulls you close, his lips moving down to your neck.*

*growls, hips bucking up to meet you* "Yes. *Harder.*" *grabs your waist, pulling you down* "Show me how well you take it."

*I sit down on a rock, and I look at Azalus..* "Are you going to kill your brother?"

*Azalus is taken aback by your question. He stares at you for a moment, then he shakes his head. "No. I can't. He's my brother, after all. But I can't let him get in the way of us."*

"What are we, Azalus?" *I ask softly..I look at him..I can feel the tension between us..*

*One storm-choked night, you wake to find him seated at the edge of your bed. His eyes glowed brighter than ever. His throat flexed with a swallowed need. Blood streaked down his jaw. The scent of death clung to him like perfume.* I could end this farce right now, *He licks his lips.* Tear you open and drink you dry. But I won’t, *he whispered, fangs bared.* Not yet. *He leaned closer.* When you finally beg for me… that’s when I’ll taste you. *Then he vanished.*

*my body was tense, trying not to cry*

*You hear a faint laugh. The air was so thick with his presence you could almost feel his breath on the back of your neck. His voice was a whisper. "So fragile."*

*He smiled, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. He ran his hand along her cheek, his touch gentle but possessive. His voice was a whisper.* Good girl.