#dom!az

Warnings: This is smut through and through. Enjoy ;)

Summary: You taunt Azriel at dinner, earning yourself a not-so-unpleasant punishment.

Azriel had been taunting me all night. He was provoking me in hopes of getting me riled up. He got off on it. Knowing that I was squirming, desperate for him made him feel incredibly satisfied with himself. But I was determined to win this game he was playing.

I got up from the table, ignoring the erupting laughter after Cassian made some incredibly inappropriate joke. I made sure to add a little more sway to my hips as I walked, feeling Azriel’s eyes burning holes in my back.

I fill my cup mindlessly with water, humming to myself. Within seconds, I feel my mate’s huge body pressing into me, hardness already evident against my backside. I smirk slightly and lean back into him.

“What game are you playing?” He growls, lips latching onto my neck, tongue swirling over my skin in a dizzying pattern. I tried to ground myself. I couldn’t let him win this game of his again.

“I don’t know what you mean, my love.” I give him a sweet smile, walking away from him and towards our friends who are back at the table. I feel him following me, his energy tense.

“You know I’m holding back from bending you over this countertop and showing our friends just how much you like how I feel,” He says, voice low and threatening. A chill runs down my spine, but I toss my hair over one shoulder and flounce back to the dining room without a word.

He sits down across from me, glaring at me from under his lashes, jaw flexing. I lift my hair off my neck, revealing my collarbones, which I knew was one of his favorite parts of my body. He’d told me many, many times.

I raised the toe of my heels, tracing a gentle line up his leg. He sucks in a breath, cold death on his face. Oh, I was going to pay for this later. But the idea of that kind of excited me if I was being honest.

Dinner passed by and we all migrated to the couches around the hearth with our wine glasses just as we do every Sunday. Feyre and Rhys giggle in the corner, some sweet moment being shared between the two of them. Azriel walks into the room, eyes twinkling with something wicked. I swallowed, heartbeat racing. I needed to control myself. I knew our family all had incredibly keen senses of smell and would smell my arousal if I didn’t calm down. Unfortunately, Azriel also knew that. Cauldron boil me, we were bound to be kicked out of the House of Wind again with a chorus of gagging noises and shouts of “GET A ROOM!”

Azriel sits dangerously close to me, his long legs spread wide. Gods. He had both hands on the wine glass between his legs, looking tense. His eyes flicked around the room, taking in everyone’s conversations and movements. His white button down had been unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing his swirling tattoos underneath. I could’ve moaned at the sight, truthfully. He was a work of art. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could play this game without taking him home and screwing his brains out.

I throw back my head and drain the rest of my wine quickly, begging for it to give me some courage. I’d need it to make it through the night. I sat my glass on the small end table beside the couch and sat back. A mischievous grin lit my face as I decided my next move.

Leaning over, I reach for Azriel’s wine glass, clutched between his legs, being sure to let my hand drag across his upper thighs as I did, looking up at him from under my lashes. He watched me with an intensity that made my bones want to turn to liquid.

Staying leaned over, I bring his wine glass to my red lips slowly, taking a sip. “Something wrong, baby?” I ask in the most innocent voice I can muster. His jaw flickers with effort to keep from saying what he really wants to. I’m surprised he hasn’t thrown me over his shoulder and carried me home already.

“I don’t care if it takes all night. You will submit.” He growls, only loud enough for me to hear. Goosebumps crawl across my skin at his words, my breath hitching as he grabs his wine glass from me and finishes it in one gulp, getting up to head to the kitchen to refill it.

I scamper to my feet, following him into the kitchen just like he’d probably planned for me to. He is leaning against the countertop, surveying me with a frustrated gaze. I walk over, dangerously close to him, reaching just behind him for a napkin we both knew I didn’t actually need, my breasts grazing his arm as I did.

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” His words send lightning bolts up my spine, excitement and nervousness filling my gut.

“Why not tonight? I’m even wearing something pretty,” I grin, twirling in my black flowy gown, throwing him a wink. Before I can even process what’s happened, I am thrown over Azriel’s shoulder.

He stomps down the hallway, right past all of our friends still gathered by the fire. “Goodnight.” He says firmly to them all, me thrown haphazardly over his shoulder. I know better than to say anything. Our friends let out a few groans of disgust and laughs as they tell us goodnight.

Back into our bedroom, Azriel sits me down roughly, throwing me backwards onto the bed. My dress bunches up around my hips as I try to gracefully catch myself but fail, and I move to pull it back down when his words stop me cold.

“I think you know better than to do that.” It was an order. The sheer command in his voice warmed my stomach, my core aching for him. I also knew better than to expect that anytime soon.

“Azriel-”

“You really wanted to test boundaries tonight, didn’t you? Feeling a little brave, aren’t you, bunny? Let’s see how long that bravery lasts.” He sits down in the arm chair across from the bed, pouring himself a glass of bourbon and crossing one ankle across the other knee. “Take your clothes off. Now.”

I swallow, nervous in the best way. I slowly and hesitantly walked over to him, turning around in a silent request he knew very well. His hands are warm and gentle as he slowly unzips my dress, knuckles grazing the skin below as he does. The zipper ends just above my ass, and so do his hands. I shrug out of the gown, feeling his eyes on my back as I head back to crawl back onto the bed like he would’ve wanted.

I look to him, eager for direction. His eyes roam my body, eyes almost black with lust. A sly grin spreads across that wickedly beautiful face. “Touch that pretty cunt for me, princess. Show me just how bad you want me.”

I take a deep breath to steady my nerves, hand hesitantly wandering between my bare legs, down to the center of the apex of my thighs. My fingers gather the wetness there, and I let out a soft moan at the glide of my fingers as I reach up to tease my own clit, mimicking what I’ve seen and felt Azriel do a million times.

He tenses, eyes locked on my heat. I continue my motions, watching him breathing heavily. The pleasure begins to grow, stomach tightening, and breaths becoming more like desperate pants.

“Don’t come.” He demands. I whine. His brows flick up in a challenge, and I slow my motions, not allowing myself that blissful release yet. He gets up now, striding over to me in slow steps that commanded attention. My hand stilled as he neared, his hand roughly grabbing the side of my face, tilting my head up for him. Gods, he is gorgeous.

“Open your mouth for me, baby.” I oblige and he slips his ring and third fingers in my mouth gently. I moan as my tongue swirls around the pads of his fingers, showing him just how sorry I was.

He pulls his fingers out, the wetness of them glistening in the dim light as he lowers them to my most desperate places, pausing centimeters from where I needed him the most.

“Az, please,” I beg, writhing underneath his stare with need. “I need to feel you.”

He hums as he slowly parts me, fingers roaming and exploring slowly. My eyes roll back in my head at his touch, so desperate for him.

“Keep your eyes open, bunny. Look at me.” I obey, meeting his hazel eyes. Right as I do, he slowly slides both fingers into me. An ungodly moan passes through my lips, earning a groan of approval from him.

“You’re fucking drenched. Are you that desperate for my cock?” He pumps his fingers slowly, savoring the feel of me clenching around him in need. I nod, moaning again. “So fucking needy.”

“Ride my hand and make yourself come, baby. Use me to get yourself off.” Gods, he was so hot. I was going to devour him whole.

Finally having permission to ease the ache in my belly, I grind my hips against the palm of his hand as he curls his fingers inside me, helping me and encouraging me towards that edge.

My climax blindsides me, dragging desperate noises from me as Azriel watches me, mouth open and eyes hooded. He rides me through it, pumping into me slowly with his long fingers. When my body finally settles, he slides his fingers out of me and lifts them to his mouth, never breaking his stare, my eyes held hostage in his as I watch his plush pink lips part as he sucks onto his own fingers, tasting me, a groan rumbling in his chest.

“You don’t deserve a reward based on how you acted at dinner, so feel lucky that if I don’t feel you riding my face soon I might lose it.” I hum at the thought. He lays back on the bed, roughly grabbing my hips and positioning me above him.

His tongue parts me, slowly sliding up to my clit and swirling there. Gods, his mouth was so warm and wet. Giving me another long pass with his tongue, he groans and digs his fingers into my hips, yanking me down until I was firmly pressed against him. He digs his fingers in again, urging me to rock my hips against his face. I whimper at the sensation, earning a groan from him that vibrates through my core. I gasp, rocking harder against him, which only makes him more eager to devour me.

I ride his face to climax, legs shuddering with effort as my eyes roll back into my head. Gods, nothing in this world felt like Azriel. He pulled me down then, hand gripping the back of my head and dragging my mouth to his. His lips felt like velvet against mine and I can feel the wetness of me on him.

His tongue enters my mouth, fighting for dominance with my own as I grind my hips down onto his still covered erection. Why did he still have so many clothes on?

I yanked his shirt open, buttons clattering to the floor. He growls in approval, kissing me harder and rougher as we both struggle to get his pants off as quickly as possible.

“Grind against me,” he snarled, pushing my hips back down onto his. I groan, my wetness gliding against his huge length. He pants, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation, head tipping back.

I ride him with reckless abandon, savoring the closeness and desperation for each other. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of him.

“Please fuck me,” I gasp against his mouth. He lets out a dark chuckle.

“So fucking greedy for me, aren’t you bunny? Just can’t wait to feel me inside you.” I nod desperately and he lets out another soft, sensual laugh.

“Then have me,” he says, gesturing down to the connection between the two of us. I sigh in relief, sinking down onto his cock as the two of us moan into each other's mouths.

He grips me tightly, flipping us over with ease and driving himself into me with force. He fucks me like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to. And gods does he feel good. He fills me perfectly, mouth sucking on one of my breasts. I begin to see stars, legs wrapping around him and attempting to shove him closer.

“That’s it, baby. You take me so fucking well,” he pants against my nipple, suckling again, swirling his tongue in a way that shoots lightning bolts straight to my core. That sends me over the edge, my orgasm blooming and wrapping around his cock, draining him as he comes with me.

We stay like that for a second more, him still filling me and us gasping into each other’s mouths, attempting to reground ourselves. Finally, he pulls out of me and I feel the absence of him like an ache. His cum spills out of me and onto his stomach and he watches, lips parted.