He pulled it out of the pool after a moment and corked it. It looked exactly the same. A little glass heart.
I watched as Bishop turned his back to us, using the podium they had moved back for the ceremony as a table. He was so large, I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing so I turned back to our hands.
“Let the blood fall to the floor,” Azrael told me quietly. “It’ll be the last blood you spill on theseholygrounds.”
I studied his eyes, seeing the quiet anger in their depths. This was part ofhisceremony. I should have guessed. I wasn’t in trouble, this was how I was being tied to him. And it was so much different than the other ceremonies I had seen that it almost made me want to smile again. Another thing that was just ours.
I gave him a single small nod and looked down, watching as our hands tipped to one side, the blood dripping to the ground.
“The carpet is red, Thomas, would you quiet yourself?”
My eyes hardened. I hated that he kept interrupting.
“Don’t you worry, dear little sinner, it won’t be for long,” Azrael hummed just as a warmth flooded my back.
I glanced over, seeing a tattoo covered hand extending a thin black tie directly to my right.
My eyes found Azrael’s again to see him taking his own tie and wrapping it around his hand, the top button of his shirt now unbuttoned.
I stared at that spot on his chest for a long time before I finally took the tie from Alaric and followed Azrael’s lead, wrapping it carefully around my hand.
When I got it fairly well wrapped, I watched as he tied his. I couldn’t do that. I didn’t know how.
Without a second’s pause, Azrael stepped closer and adjusted it, the pain shooting up my arm and straight down between my legs.
My eyes found his lips, my own parting as my pussy throbbed. When could I relieve myself again? Would he help me now that we were married?
Of course, he would. We were married now; he was allowed to penetrate me.
His eyes lifted the second that thought hit me in full force. He was going to take my purity from me today. I hadn’t allowed myself to think about it until now. What would it feel like? His cock going inside of me? Mother never spoke about the feeling of it, just that it was my purpose.
I had a new purpose now, but I knew he still wanted to do it, I could see it in his eyes. Lust. What would the lust we shared between us turn into once we left this church?
“Would you like me to take your purity now, little sinner?” he purred just as Bishop rejoined us. “Show them all who you truly belong too.”
My head spun as I adjusted myself, trying to ease the pain between my legs. For once, the idea of the people who took my life from me watching me for this didn’t seem so scary. To have them all watch as Azrael took what they would never have, what they hated him for taking from them, it made my entire body zing with energy.
“Taking a page out of our book, eh, Azrael?”
He didn’t even blink. “I learned from the best.”
“Azrael.”
I looked over, my eyes falling to Bishop’s hands. He was holding a piece of chain with the small heart filled with blood inset into a little glass circle connecting the chain together. “Azrael will go first.”
I turned back to Azrael, watching his eyes for only a moment before I fell to our hands. He twisted my left hand around, having never let go of it, and took the chain in both of his hands, placing it on my wrist carefully. He then turned to Bishop, takinga pair of black goggles from him and sliding them on. He took a rod and a stick from him before finally turning back to me. “Don’t move,” he told me as Bishop carefully wetted the bottom of my wrist. “And don’t look.”
My heart thudded against my ribs, and I had just barely managed to get my eyes closed before I heard a click and a rush of air, a bright light exploding behind my eyelids.
Fear slammed through me, but I remained where I was, as still as stone, terrified to even breathe.
I could feel the heat immediately, grazing my skin, the pain flooding up my arm. It was so hot. It brought tears to my eyes, my bottom lip trembling.
Seconds passed before it was shut off, but my skin remained hot.
I opened my eyes, staring at my wrist just as Bishop brought over the wet cloth again and wrapped it around the chain, between it and my wrist, a sizzling filling the air. A moment later, he exchanged the cloth for green jelly, placing it on the bottom of my wrist, the pain instantly cooling.
My eyes found Azrael’s, tears dripping down my face. That hurt.
