Broken Bond: Between Vices and Virtues (BL)
Chapter 202: Teaching a lesson [M]

Chapter 202: Teaching a lesson [M]

Azrael’s anger was a storm brewing just beneath the surface, a roiling sea that Knox could feel in the tension of his muscles as they stepped into their apartment.

"Azrael..." Knox’s voice was asking, pleading, begging. His husband’s pheromones were no longer enough to quell his needs, burning desire, and heat.

Azrael did not answer.

The door closed with a resounding click, sealing them in the heavy silence of their shared space. Azrael’s eyes were dark, laced with fury and something deeper—something more complicated that Knox couldn’t quite read.

The tension between them was still there, a thread pulled tight, ready to snap. Knox knew he had pushed Azrael too far this time. The recklessness, the danger he had thrown himself into without thinking, it all came rushing back in a wave of guilt.

But before he could find the words to apologize, to explain himself, Azrael was already on him, diving in on his parted lips.

The kiss was hard, almost bruising as if Azrael was trying to pour all his anger and fear into it. Knox gasped against his mouth, the intensity of it making his knees weak.

Azrael’s hands gripped his shoulders, pushing him back against the wall with a force that made Knox’s breath hitch. There was nothing gentle about this, no softness, only raw emotion that neither of them could control.

Yet despite the roughness, Knox’s stomach tingled, and his soft entrance twitched as if finally readying itself to welcome its master.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done?" Azrael growled against Knox’s lips, his voice low and rough. His hands roamed Knox’s body, but the touch wasn’t gentle; it was possessive, almost punishing. He grabbed the hem of Knox’s shirt and yanked it over his head, the fabric catching momentarily before it was tossed aside.

Knox’s breath came in short, ragged bursts as Azrael’s hands returned to him, sliding down his sides, gripping his hips hard enough to leave marks.

"I’m sorry," Knox managed to gasp out, but the words felt hollow. He knew sorry wasn’t enough—not this time. He said sorry, but his mind wasn’t really in their conversation, but rather on the poking hardness in his stomach.

Knox lifted his hands to touch that proud sword, but they were caught by Azrael instead.

"Sorry?" Azrael’s laugh was bitter as he pulled back just enough to meet Knox’s eyes, his gaze burning with anger. "Sorry doesn’t cut it, Knox. You put yourself in danger, and for what? To prove something? To me? To yourself? I ran around putting myself in danger to protect you but your f*cking walking in the enemy’s lair willingly!"

Knox swallowed hard, trying to find the words, but Azrael didn’t give him the chance. His hands moved again, faster this time, pushing Knox’s pants down in a rough motion, leaving him exposed.

Knox shivered, not from cold, but from the intensity of Azrael’s gaze on him. He felt vulnerable under that look as if Azrael could see every thought, every fear running through his mind. He wanted to shout what was inside his head, I didn’t know at all! If you only told me everything, I would have known! Put it in me already!

Azrael’s hand gripped Knox’s chin, forcing him to look up into his eyes. "You drive me insane, Knox. You make me worry, and I hate it. I hate that you can do this to me, that you can make me feel like this. F*ck. I’m trying to hide it! I haven’t changed at all. If you knew...how far I could go to get revenge for my father...you’d shiver and won’t look at me the same! That’s why I don’t want you near my plans!"

Knox’s heart pounded in his chest, the words cutting deep, but before he could respond, Azrael kissed him again, hard and desperate, as if he was trying to erase the distance that had formed between them.

Knox responded with equal fervor, his hands tangling in Azrael’s hair, pulling him closer, needing him just as much.

The intensity between them only grew as Azrael backed Knox toward the bedroom, their lips never breaking apart.

When they finally reached the bed, Azrael pushed Knox down onto it, his movements still rough, his breathing heavy. Knox looked up at him, his own breath coming in quick gasps, his body aching with the need to close the gap between them.

Azrael didn’t wait. He climbed onto the bed, straddling Knox, his hands gripping Knox’s wrists and pinning them above his head. The look in his eyes was wild, a mix of anger, fear, and something deeper, something more vulnerable that he wouldn’t allow to surface.

"You’re mine. Already mine," Azrael whispered, his voice low and rough. He kept repeating that as if reminding himself that Knox, who might have known everything already, could never run away anymore. "Do you understand that? Mine."

Knox nodded, unable to find his voice, the words caught in his throat as Azrael’s lips descended on his neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks that Knox knew would be there for days. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, his body arching up into Azrael’s touch.

Azrael’s hands were everywhere, mapping out Knox’s body as if trying to memorize every inch of him, every scar, every mole. His touch was demanding, almost bruising, but Knox welcomed it, needed it.

It was the roughest sex they had, but somehow, Knox was finding himself, despite the anger and frustration, regret and apologies, laced with it, he found himself wanting for more.

When Azrael finally entered him, it was with a force that made Knox cry out, his fingers gripping the sheets as the sensation overwhelmed him.

There was no gentleness, no hesitation—just raw, unfiltered emotion. Azrael’s movements were fast and relentless, each thrust a silent declaration of his feelings, of the fear and anger that had driven him to this point.

Knox met him with equal fervor, his body moving in sync with Azrael’s, the intensity of their connection sparking something deep within him. It was as if the world outside had disappeared, leaving only the two of them, bound together by something neither of them could name.

Azrael’s breathing grew heavier, his movements more erratic as he drove them both closer to the edge. Knox could feel the tension building, his own body responding in kind, the pleasure mixing with the pain in a way that left him gasping for breath.

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, they both came undone.

Azrael’s grip on Knox’s wrists tightened as he shuddered, a low growl escaping his lips. Knox’s own release followed, the intensity of it making him see stars as his body trembled beneath Azrael’s.

For a moment, they were both still, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Their pheromones mingled with each other, enveloping them into a nest they made together.

Then, slowly, Azrael released Knox’s wrists, his hands sliding down to cup Knox’s face, his thumb brushing over his cheek in a rare moment of tenderness. Knox looked up at him, his own eyes softening as he saw the conflict in Azrael’s gaze.

"I can’t lose you. I already felt like dying when I heard you were with that wretched woman. I’ll die if you’re gone. I’ll go crazy if you’re harmed. Knox, do want to be locked up that badly?" Azrael whispered; his voice tender but the words he spoke were frightening. "Will you only listen to me if I tie you up in bed?"

Knox reached up, his hand resting over Azrael’s, his thumb brushing over the back of his hand. "How about you? When will you have faith in me? That even if you grow black horns, tattered wings, and pointed tails, I will never leave you again?" he whispered back, his voice equally soft. "I promise, Azrael. I’m not going anywhere."

Azrael closed his eyes, exhaling a shuddering breath as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against Knox’s.

Knox mumbled again, "Azrael...I’m in heat now..." his eyes sent his meaning, clearly and anticipating.

Azrael’s eyes shook. He realized what Knox meant. He remembered the promise they made the night he proposed to him. His anger subsided for a bit, replaced by an overwhelming emotion. "You...won’t regret it? Even if you saw me with bloodied hands, even if you saw me behind bars...you won’t regret it?"

Knox teared up. He felt like Azrael was trying to tell him something. Still, his heart and mind never wavered. He nodded, gazing at him with all honesty, with all his genuine sincerity.

Azrael gently pulled Knox up from the bed and turned him over. He hugged him tightly, before nuzzling his nose on Knox’s nape. He could feel his omega shivering underneath him. Azrael muttered as he planted a kiss on the part where the incomplete mark had been, "I love you. I will only love you, Knox. Today, tomorrow, and forever."

With that, he bit the omega’s most vulnerable gland. Knox cried from the pain but his heart was rejoicing. Azrael licked his wound as blood dripped on it, and he kissed his shoulders, muttering the same words of affection and devotion over and over.

For a moment, they just stayed like that, their bodies still intertwined, the anger and fear between them slowly dissipating, replaced by something softer, something more enduring.

Finally, Azrael rolled off of Knox, pulling him close as they lay together on the bed, their breathing gradually evening out.

Knox rested his head against Azrael’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling the warmth of his body against his own. His heat, after getting marked and bonded, already subsided that easily.

Azrael’s arm tightened around him, his fingers brushing through Knox’s hair in a soothing motion. "Let’s talk again after you get some rest," he murmured.

Knox nodded against his chest, closing his eyes as exhaustion finally began to take over. "Okay."

As they lay there in the quiet of their bedroom, the tension between them finally eased, replaced by a sense of calm and a deeper understanding of each other. They both knew that the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but for now, in this moment, they had each other, and that was enough.