Azazel had enough when Lucifer pushed Lilith back on the sofa and began to tangle her body with his own. He noticed Luke was quite into the display, so he decided he would slip out of the room.
He rose to his feet and was going to address the Hell Scholar, but it didn't seem like he would even notice his retreat. In fact, not a single one of them would notice him leaving.
Azazel silently walked away from the velvet sofa and headed toward a curtain at the opposite end of the room. At that moment, he needed a quick escape to an empty room. The idea of his skin burning from the sexual urges rising in him.
The built-up tension from getting constantly interrupted when he was alone with Emma was beginning to get the best of him.
He slipped past the curtain.
"Glad to be out of there," he whispered to himself, then took a deep breath.
Behind the curtain, Azazel sighed with relief as the scent from the room disappeared. The hallway was short and lined with doors. It seemed there were many other private rooms lining the hall.
"They must get a lot of business," he thought out loud as his scarlet eyes scanned the hallway.
Azazel could smell another delicious aroma. It was light and powdery, yet dark and welcoming. He could sense it was blood of some kind. He automatically reacted by licking his fangs.
It had been a while since I had tasted blood.
He placed his hand over his face. He needed to control himself, even if he were currently in hell. Surely he could find an animal to feast on instead.
As he lowered his hand, he opened his eyes. Standing directly in his view, dressed in a revealing nightgown that plunged into her cleavage and exposed her thighs, was a rather tempting succubus.
He was certain he was currently the most blessed, yet cursed, demon to exist, as he could not give in to any of the urges he felt.
"Hello," the succubus purred, brushing a bundle of her long, black hair behind her ear.
Azazel swallowed hard as he gazed at her. Her entire appearance was most alluring as he gazed at her. He sniffed the air, noting that the sweet smelling blood had come from her body. The scent made his throat tighten, making him thirsty to have a taste of her neck.
"Hello," Azazel whispered, averting his gaze to the wall.
"It is wonderful meeting you," she whispered low and seductively as she stepped closer. "I am Blaire."
"Azazel," he simply stated, making an attempt to seem uninterested.
I should have never agreed to visit hell with Luke. This place is full of dangers, but not the type I had imagined.
"Azazel," she whispered, licking her lips as she addressed him by name.
Blaire brushed the tips of her black fingers against his chin. She gently forced him to meet her gaze.
"Such a sexy man."
She blinked, revealing catlike pupils as she smirked. Her tail swung from side to side, begging the demon to turn his gaze on her. The tail flicked forward and slid between his thighs with a light, teasing touch.
Azazel silently groaned, pressing his fingertips to his forehead as he fought against his natural urges. The blood wasn't only making his throat tighten but also causing other urges within him to rise.
I need to find a way out of here.
His plan was interrupted. He looked down at the succubus.
His heart pounding in his chest, Azazel placed his hands on her hips. Her tail flicked against his leg from left to right as he gazed into her amber eyes.
"Yes, do touch me more," she purred.
Now she thinks I want to go further with her.
If Emma knew I had even slightly touched this woman, she would think the worst of me. If Emilia was aware I wanted nothing more than to push the succubus up against a wall and claim her blood and body as my own, she would beat me within an inch of my life. I would end up worse off than Greg for hurting her daughter.
Azazel swiftly broke away from her touch. He tried to say anything in his defense, but the words refused to leave his tongue.
A hand slapped his ass. The noise echoed through the narrow hall as he turned his eyes back toward her.
"Give in," she purred.
Shit.
The succubus closed the distance between the two. Blaire began to run her long, black fingers through her ebony hair. She flashed him the sultryest look she could manage, which caused his heart to nearly pound out of his chest.
Azazel could smell her pheromones invading his nose. The urge to have sex with her was almost uncontrollable at that point. His body was becoming hot with need as he felt a tightening in his lower abdomen.
Bloody hell. She is using her charms to seduce me. I may not make it out of this building, but I am still a virgin.
Azazel was determined to break free from those very charms. He gripped her arms and threw her against the nearest wall.
He mentally facepalmed himself, as that was the worst action imaginable.
His hands were pinned to her shoulders, and his breaths were becoming rapid in his chest.
Azazel's demonic urges were practically bursting, causing him to breathe and grunt like an animal. He felt a growl begin to rise from his throat as the succubus pressed a finger to his lower lip.
His gaze averted to the wall behind her instead of the body against him. As he looked at the wall, the finger slipped between his lips to tease his pointed fangs.
A pale arm pressed against the crimson wall, holding her upper body against the surface. His large palms kept her shoulders pinned against it, as his fingertips brushed against her exposed skin.
"The wall is lovely," he attempted to redirect his thoughts as he focused on the red paint.
His thoughts raced, and they definitely had nothing to do with the perfect paint job.
Azazel knew that if he didn't pull away within that moment, his bloodlust would overtake him. He would end up bedding the demon to satisfy all of his pent-up urges.
He did not want to do anything to jeopardize the relationship he had with Emma, but the demon side of him was taking over.
"The paint is fine," she began. "But the only red substance I want to indulge in is each other's blood."
A shiver ran down Azazel's spine from her words.
Blaire pressed her fingertip firmly against his fang. She kept pressing firmly against it until it broke her skin. He felt the blood from her finger trickle down into his tongue, causing a primal hunger to flow through him as he tasted her sweet blood.
Azazel's eyes lit up a fiery red, indicating the demon side of him has totally taken over control. He could no longer control the urges he felt, as his human soul was repressed in the moment.
"I'm going to devour you," he growled as he used his hand to tilt her head to the side, giving him better access to the delicate skin of her neck.
He leaned forward. He heard a moan escape her lips as his hot breath teased her skin. His fangs grazed against her skin before he plunged them deep into her flesh.
Both of his hands cupped her large breasts as he sunk his fangs deeper. He lapped up the sweet, refreshing blood from his neck. As it trickled down his throat, he sucked in her neck, causing her body to squirm underneath him.
Azazel was drinking her delicious blood as he grinded his hips against her, a wave of pleasure coursing through his body from the sensual movement
Blaire placed her hands against his waist, which drove him wild. His movements became more eager for the sensation.
She felt something round against the back of her hand from his jacket. She was curious, so she reached into his inner pocket and took out the object.
The object was the Bokeball.
Azazel was too overwhelmed to notice her action. His hands teased at the fabric covering her breast before he slipped his hand between her skin and the gown. He squeezed her breast tightly as he groaned at how it felt in his hand.
Suddenly, Blaire lost her grip on the round ball. It fell onto the floor, causing both the undead creatures inside to burst forward.
"BllarrhhjsWarg!"
Azazel's ears perked up as he heard the familiar noise. The demonic urges went away when he heard them burst from the ball. He pulled himself back quickly, regaining his exposure.
His eyes returned to normal as he sighed with relief. He looked to the wolf, who he felt saved him in the moment.
The wolf moved close to Blaire and began to sniff between her legs.
"It's hideous," she scowled at the wolf's decaying flesh.
Lucifer rushed out from behind the curtain. He surveyed the room, then placed his hands on his hips. Lilith and Luke followed close behind him.
Lilith pinched her nose at the aroma coming from the two undead creatures. Both she and Blaire ran off, which caused relief to wash over Azazel.
"Who knows?" Azazel smirked, then commanded the two undead to halt their movements. "Let's get out of here."
Azazel was happy to leave the demonic strip club. He vowed to never set foot in there again.