Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Shackled (The Lord Series)
67. Experiment 514
When the e-cold water from the shower nuns down my back, I hit the wall with my fist. Since I was brought here, Azael has tried to turn me into a monster. I have never let go of my humanity, and despite everything Azael subjects me to, I refuse to do what the Dukes orders me to do. But everything changed two months ago when 713 was fint brought into my cell, and my demon claimed her as his mate. It did not take long for me to fall in love with 713. Her white eyes have captivated me from the moment I first saw them. It is an effect of one of the many experiments Azel has done on her. Fortunately, she can see perfectly.
I know what Arnel’s endgame is to find a woman that will be claimed both by my demon and angel. So far, my angel hadn’t been interested in any woman A zzel brought me. As for my demon, 713 has been the only one to catch his interest. I need to keep her safe from Azael, even if I have to become what I most hate-a monster. By the time the there minutes of daily rationed shower water in out, my as s has stopped bleeding. Strange that I healed so quickly.
When I get out of the bathrooms, 713 is making the bed. “The guards brought new sheets.”
Of course, they did. Azael leves everything to be cleaned and put in its place. If he finds even a speck of dust in the cells, he will severely punish the experiments living in the facility.
After 713 spreads the blanket on the bed, I slide under it. The experiments are not allowed to wear clothes, and more often than not, I am cold. The blanket had been a recent gift from Azael for being… obedient and servicing him. I had no choice but to bend over and spread my as s with my hands whenever Azael was entaged.
713 lies next to me, and I pull her on top of me. She smiles before kissing a scar I have on my left brow. “I love you,” she whispers.
Troll her on her back and settle in the cradle between her legs. “No matter what happens, my heart will always belong to you,” I promise before kissing her. My tongue slips between her parted lips, and she puts her left hand between us, her fingers gently brushing against my co ck. “Don’t,” I breathe, bringing her hand to my mouth and kissing each tip of her fingers.

“But I want to make you feel good.”
“Having you in my arms and being able to kiss you is more than enough.”
“I can use my mouth,” she offers.
“No!” I growl. “If Azael had been sick enough to seal shut your pus sy then I can live without sex. Not that I am interested in f ucking after being abused for so many years by Azael. But that doesn’t mean I can’t make her feel loved and special.
I kiss her again, not wanting to waste the time I was given to be with her. My lips travel down her body, making her moan. When she whispers my name, my real name, my heart ski ps a beat. She is the only one who knows it besides Athel. When my mouth reaches her breasts, I kiss the scars where her nipples should be. She was only twelve when Azael started mutilating her body. A smile bus at my lips when she shivers beneath me. I know it isn’t because she is cold. I caress her breasts for a few minutes, loving the sensation of having them in my hands.
I kiss her across her stomach until I reach the apex of her thighs. “That sick fack could have left your cl t intact,” I say before kissing the place where her cli t should have been. Even so, I find her body beautiful.
I crawl back on top of her and kiss her a little more before letting my body slide next to her.
“Sleep. You will need all your strength for when you are with 919. My demon growls in anger. If only 1 could turn into the Behemoth living inside me…
Her bottom lip quivers a bit, tears pooling in her eyes. I have to make a
a deal with
Azael. I can’t let 919 hurt her, kill her..
“Will you hold me while I sleep?” she asks.
I nod and pull the blanket over, and s
she closes her eyes.
I watch her for a long time while thinking of what I’m about to do. A deal with Azael means giving up on my last shreds of humanity. But I must do it to keep 713 safe. I don’t want to lose her, I can’t lose her. I knew the risk of falling in love with her, and I still did it.