“The Line You Don’t Cross”
(canon • Eris/Reader old friends • Azriel mate-bond tension • jealousy • possessive Azriel • smut)
Warnings:
⚠️ Explicit content (18+) Strong sexual themes, jealousy, possessive behavior, dominance/submission dynamics
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Eris Vanserra was already smiling when he saw you.
That fox-like grin, sharp and bright and entirely too pleased with himself. He swept into the River House like he owned it, autumn-red hair gleaming, courtly confidence dripping off him like perfume.
“There you are,” he purred, striding toward you with long, elegant steps.
You didn’t even have time to greet him before he leaned down and brushed a warm kiss—not on your cheek, but dangerously close to your jaw.
“You get lovelier every time I see you,” he murmured.
Your breath hitched. Azriel’s shadows snapped like a whip.
Eris didn’t flinch.
Of course he didn’t.
He’d always delighted in fire and danger.
He turned his head lazily toward the corner of the room, where Azriel stood so still he might’ve been carved from onyx.
“Relax, Shadowsinger,” Eris drawled. “Old friends are allowed to say hello.”
Azriel didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t breathe.
But every shadow in the room slowly gathered behind you, like a wall of midnight forming at your back.
Eris smirked.
“Oh, he’s trying so hard,” he whispered teasingly, only loud enough for you to hear. “Trying not to tear me apart. Trying not to drag you away. Very commendable. Very… controlled.”
You elbowed him gently.
“Stop provoking him.”
“Me?” Eris placed a hand to his chest in mock innocence. “I’m simply appreciating beauty.”
Azriel’s hands curled at his sides.
You felt the bond thrum like a burning wire.
Possessive, hot, barely-contained.
But he said nothing.
He was trying.
Trying not to control.
Trying not to frighten you.
Trying to respect your history with Eris.
Eris, of course, noticed.
And leaned in closer.
“So,” he murmured, fingers trailing a lock of your hair with deliberate slowness, “tell me—has your mate always watched you like you’re his next breath, or is this a recent development?”
This time, the shadows lashed the floor.
Azriel’s voice was low, calm, deadly.
“Eris.”
Eris smiled wickedly.
“Oh, there he is.”
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Later—when dinner ended, the wine was finished, and Eris had said every flirtatious, infuriating thing imaginable—you placed a gentle hand on Azriel’s shoulder.
He was too quiet.
Too still.
“Are you okay?” you asked softly.
He didn’t answer immediately.
Then—
“I don’t want to cage you,” he said quietly, voice thick with restraint. “I don’t want to tell you who you can speak with. I don’t ever want to be that male.”
Your heart cracked a little.
He meant it.
He truly meant it.
“But,” he breathed, looking away, “when he touched you—when he spoke to you like that—I wanted to—”
He stopped.
Every muscle in his body coiled tight.
You stepped closer. “Azriel. Look at me.”
He did.
And the look in his eyes…
Mother above.
Dark.
Raw. The bond frenzy is still there
Territorial in a way he had never let himself show.
“Tell me the truth,” you whispered. “What did you want?”
His breath shook.
“I wanted to put you against the nearest wall,” he murmured, voice rough velvet, “and remind you who you belong to.”
Heat shot through you so violently you had to grip his forearm.
The shadows curled around your hips like greedy fingers.
“Azriel…”
He backed up a step, shaking his head as if trying to clear it.
“I shouldn’t— I’m trying to control it. I don’t want you to think you’re—”
You grabbed his face in your hands.
“I’m yours,” you whispered fiercely. “I want you to lose control. I don't know if that's toxic, but it turns me on.”
His pupils blew wide.
Shadows exploded across the room.
And Azriel was suddenly there, mouth crashing onto yours, hands gripping your waist so hard you gasped.
All the restraint was gone.
All the quiet softness stripped away.
This was raw Azriel.
Mate-bond Azriel.
The male who had been silently tortured all night.
He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, slamming your back into the wall, breath hot against your throat.
“You think I didn’t see him touching you?” he growled softly between kisses. “You think I didn’t notice how close he stood? How he looked at you?”
Your legs wrapped around him instinctively.
You tugged his hair; he groaned—low, broken.
“I didn’t want him,” you whispered against his lips. “I wanted the male who’s about to—”
He cut you off with a kiss that felt like he was staking a claim on your soul.
Then he pulled back just enough to look you dead in the eyes.
“Tell me,” he rasped, “tell me you want me to claim you properly.”
Your breath hitched.
“Azriel—”
His forehead pressed to yours, his voice shaking, almost feral: “Say it.”
“I want you,” you whispered. "Take me".
Something inside him snapped.
He let out a sound you’d never heard—deep, primal, utterly possessive—and carried you across the room with urgency that stole the air from your lungs.
His mouth was everywhere—your throat, your shoulder, the place where your pulse raced fastest.
Your hands clawed at his leathers.
His shadows wrapped your wrists gently, reverently, like they were holding you in place for him.
He growled into your skin.
“You’re mine.”
Heat tore through you.
“Yours.”
He kissed you again—rougher, deeper—lifting your hips.
The last thing you saw before he lowered you to the bed was Azriel’s eyes—wild with need, burning with love, and completely, devastatingly yours.
His body covered yours.
The shadows dropped the lights.
You gasped as Azriel's mouth found yours, his kiss deep and demanding. His hands roamed your body, tracing every curve with a possessive urgency. He licked your lips, teasing them apart, and his tongue delved into your mouth, exploring and claiming.
You could feel his restraint unraveling, his need for you overwhelming.
He moved to your neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire as he kissed and licked his way down to your collarbone. His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress, making you arch into his touch.
You could hear his breath hitch and feel his heart racing against your chest.
Azriel's mouth continued its journey, pulling down the fabric of your dress to expose your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping until you cried out, your fingers tangling in his hair. His other hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit and circling it with expert precision.
You were a mess of sensation, your body aching for more. Azriel lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the nearest table. He laid you down, his shadows keeping you in place, and he pushed your dress up, exposing your most intimate place. His eyes were dark with desire, his breath ragged as he looked at you, laid out before him like a feast.
He knelt, his hands spreading your thighs wide, and his mouth was on you, his tongue licking and tasting, driving you wild. You bucked against his face, your hands gripping the edge of the table as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy faster than ever. Just as you were about to fall over the edge, he pulled back, a wicked smile on his face.
Azriel stood, his cock hard and ready, and he thrust into you in one smooth motion. You cried out, your body stretching to accommodate him. He began to move, his hips snapping against yours, each thrust deeper and more intense than the last. The table shook beneath you, his shadows keeping it steady.
"You're so tight," he growled, his voice strained. "Tell me to slow down, that it's too much."
"No," you gasped, your nails digging into his back. "Don't stop. I can take it."
His smile was feral, his eyes wild. He picked up the pace, his body slamming into yours with a force that left you breathless. You could feel the pleasure building, your body coiling tight, ready to explode.
Azriel's movements became erratic, his body trembling as he reached his peak. He let out a roar, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep inside you. He didn't stop there; he pulled out and painted your breasts with his essence, marking you with his scent.
He lifted his fingers to your lips, coated with his release, and you opened your mouth, taking them in, licking and swallowing every drop. Azriel watched, his eyes heavy-lidded, his chest heaving as he came down from the intensity of their encounter.
He leaned down, his body covering yours, and he kissed you gently, his touch soft and tender. His shadows wrapped around you, cocooning you in warmth and comfort. He held you close, his heartbeat steadying against yours, and you knew that in this moment, you were completely and utterly his.
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