[BL] I Didn't Sign Up For This-Chapter 40: In Which Everything Changes

Author here: Hi readers! Quick heads-up, due to a posting error, the content of Chapters 40 and 41 were swapped. For correct reading order, please read Chapter 41 first, then return to Chapter 40. I’m really sorry for the confusion and thank you for your patience 💛

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It started with a look.

We were in the living room, Azryth working on his tablet, me pretending to read while actually watching him over the edge of my book. The afternoon light caught his profile, sharp and perfect.

He glanced up and caught me staring.

"Something on your mind?"

"You." I set down the book. "How you hesitate sometimes when we’re close."

His expression shuttered. "I don’t.."

"You do, like you’re waiting for something to go wrong." I stood, crossed to him. "You’re waiting for me to be her."

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.

"I’m not her," I said.

"I know that."

"Do you?" I stopped in front of him. "Then why do you keep holding back? Like intimacy with me is dangerous."

"It is dangerous." His voice was rough. "Vulnerability is a weapon, I learned that lesson thoroughly."

"Not with me though."

"You can’t promise that."

"I can." I moved closer, until the binding hummed between us. "Watch me."

I climbed him and straddled his lap before he could respond.

His hands came to my hips automatically, gripping, steadying, he drew in a sharp breath.

"Riven.."

"You want this too." I could feel it through the binding, want, need, fear, all tangled together. "I can feel how much you want this."

"That’s not.." He stopped when I rolled my hips slightly, his grip tightened. "That’s not the issue."

"Then what is?"

He didn’t answer, he just stared at me with eyes getting darker by the second.

"You’re scared," I said quietly. "That if we do this, I’ll have power over you."

"You already have power over me." His voice was strained. "The binding ensures that."

"Then what’s a little more?" I leaned in, breath against his ear. "Let me have you, all of you, stop holding back."

His control cracked, I felt it through the binding, restraint fracturing under pressure.

"You don’t know what you’re asking," he said roughly.

"I’m asking you to stop being careful with me, to stop thinking three moves ahead, to stop treating this like it’s a strategy." I pulled back to meet his eyes. "I want you, not the controlled version. You."

Something in his expression shifted. It went dark and hungry.

"Riven!" It sounded like a warning.

"Yes?"

His hand came to grab the back of my neck, his grip was firm. "If I stop holding back..."

"Then stop, please."

He kissed me hard, not gentle or careful, bruising and demanding, full of weeks of restrained want finally breaking free.

I made a sound against his mouth, his grip tightened in response, his other hand slid under my shirt to bare skin, the contact sent electricity through me, it amplified everything.

He stood abruptly, I was still wrapped around him, he carried me toward the bedroom without breaking the kiss.

"Bed," he said against my mouth. "Now."

We barely made it.

He set me down by the bed, his hands already pulled at my shirt, when I reached for his, he helped, he yanked it over his head and tossed it aside before reaching for mine.

The moment his hands touched my bare chest, the binding flared, hot and bright. I gasped at the intensity, at feeling his desire as clearly as my own.

"You feel that?" His voice was wrecked. "That’s what you do to me."

"Yes." I could barely form words. "I feel it."

His mouth found my neck, his teeth grazed the skin, I clutched at his shoulders, already dizzy from sensation.

He guided me backward until I hit the mattress, I sat, then he stood between my knees, looking down at me with eyes that were almost entirely flame.

"Last chance," he said. "To change your mind."

"I’m not changing my mind."

"You’re certain?"

"Stop asking if I’m certain and take me."

His control shattered completely. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

His mouth crashed against mine, hands everywhere, in my hair, on my back, sliding down to grip my hips, every touch was fire through the binding, sensation doubling and reflecting.

When his hand moved lower with clear intent, I gasped. He made a sound low in his throat, satisfaction and hunger mixed together.

"You wanted me to stop holding back," he said against my ear. "This is me not holding back."

"Yeah, don’t..." The word dissolved into a moan as his hand moved deliberately.

The binding made everything more intense, every touch echoed through both of us. His pleasure fed mine, mine fed his, building in a feedback loop that left me gasping.

"Look at me," he commanded. "Don’t close your eyes."

I forced them open and met his gaze, amber and flame and completely undone.

"There you are," he breathed. "Stay right there."

His touch was strategic and precise, cruel in how effectively it took me apart, centuries of experience applied with singular focus. Learning what made me gasp, what made me arch, what made me lose words entirely.

I tried to touch him back, to return the intensity, but he caught my wrists.

"No." His voice was rough. "Let me, just let me."

"Azryth..."

"I need this." He pressed my wrists above my head, holding them there with one hand while the other continued its devastation. "Need to know I can make you feel this, that you’re here because you want to be, that this is real."

"It’s real," I gasped. "I’m here. I’m..."

He kissed me hard enough to stop words.

The binding flared brighter with every touch, sensation building until I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, I just felt.

Azryth’s fingers worked my pants open with quick, urgent pulls, he shoved them down my hips, along with my underwear, exposing my hard cock to the cool air of the room. It throbbed, already leaking pre-cum from the tip, begging for his attention.

He paused for a second, his eyes raking over me, dark with lust. Then his hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking firmly from base to tip, the sensation hit like a spark through the binding, making my hips buck up into his grip.

"Ohh, Riven," he growled, his breath hot against my collarbone. "You’re so hard for me, so ready."

I nodded, words failing as he pumped his hand faster, his thumb circled the head, smearing the slickness, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. The binding amplified it all, his own arousal pulsing back at me, making my cock twitch in his fist.

He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to trace a wet line up my chest, over one nipple, then sucking it into his mouth. Teeth grazed the sensitive bud, and I arched off the bed, a whine escaping my lips, his free hand pinned my hip down, keeping me in place as he lavished attention on my skin, marking me with bites and licks that left red trails in their wake.

"Azryth, please," I begged, my voice hoarse. "I need more, I need you inside me."

He released my nipple with a pop, his eyes locking onto mine again. "Not yet, I want to taste you first, I want to feel you come undone on my tongue."

Before I could protest, he dropped to his knees between my legs. His hands spread my thighs wide, exposing me completely, his breath ghosted over my cock, making it jump, and then his mouth was on me. Hot and wet, he swallowed me down in one smooth motion, his lips stretching around my length as he took me deep.

I cried out, my hands fisting the sheets. The suction was perfect, his tongue swirling along the underside, teasing the vein that ran the length of me, he bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks, drawing out every sensation until I was a mess of moans and trembling limbs.

The binding turned it into a storm, his pleasure in sucking me off crashing into mine, building that loop higher and higher.

He pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting his lips to my glistening cock. "You taste so good," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "But I need to prep you, to get you ready for me."

Then his slick fingers were circling my entrance, he pushed one in slowly, crooking it to find that spot inside me. I saw stars, my back bowing as he massaged my prostate with expert precision.

"There," he whispered, adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch me open. "So tight and perfect for me."

I rocked back against his hand, chasing the fullness, the burn mixing with pleasure in a way that made my head spin. He fucked me with his fingers, curling them relentlessly, his other hand stroking my cock in time with his thrusts, the dual assault had me babbling incoherently, the binding flaring with every push, every twist.

"Azryth, I’m close," I warned, my balls tightening.

"Not yet," he commanded, withdrawing his fingers abruptly. I whimpered at the loss, but he was already shedding his own pants, his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, veins pulsing along its length. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, and he stroked himself once, twice, coating himself with my juice.

He climbed over me, positioning himself at my entrance. "Look at me," he said again, his voice a low rumble. "I want to see your face when I fuck you."

I nodded, gripping his shoulders as he pushed in, the stretch was intense, his cock breaching me inch by inch, filling me until I felt split open in the best way. He groaned, burying his face in my neck, his hips stuttering as he bottomed out.

"So tight," he panted. "You feel incredible! The binding... it’s like you’re pulling me in deeper."

He started moving, slow at first, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, each thrust hit that spot inside me, sparks exploding behind my eyes. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him faster, harder. His control was gone completely, the careful demon lord replaced by someone raw and desperate and absolutely wrecked.

"Riven..." My name was broken in his mouth. "I can’t..."

"Then don’t." I pulled him closer. "Let go, fuck me like you mean it."

He did. His rhythm turned relentless, driving, each movement building sensation in waves, the binding made everything shared, his pleasure, mine, tangled together until it was just us. Gasping and desperate and perfect.

Sweat slicked our skin, our bodies sliding together with wet slaps. He angled his hips, pounding into me with force that shook the bed, his hand found my cock again, jerking me in time with his thrusts, the friction pushing me to the edge.

"Come for me," he demanded, his lips brushing mine. "I want to feel you clench around my cock."

The command shattered me. Orgasm ripped through me, my cock pulsing in his hand as cum shot across my stomach in hot spurts.

The binding flared so bright I saw white. Pleasure crashed through me in waves that left me shaking, clinging to him like an anchor.

Azryth followed seconds later, his thrusts erratic as he buried himself deep. He came with a roar, filling me with warmth, his body shuddering against mine, we rode the waves together, locked in that shared ecstasy, until we collapsed in a tangle of limbs.

He stayed inside me, softening slowly, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingled, ragged and slowing. The binding hummed softly now, a warm glow of contentment.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, we just held each other.

Then he shifted, pressing his face against my neck. "You’re crying."

I was, I hadn’t noticed. "I’m okay."

He pulled back enough to see my face, concern flickering through his expression.

"I’m okay," I repeated. "That was... you were..."

"Say it." His hand cupped my face.

"I’m perfect, that was perfect, we’re so perfect." I kissed him. "Stop worrying."

He settled against me, wrapping around me like he was afraid I’d disappear.

I smiled, holding him closer, the binding hummed contentedly between us.

We’d crossed a threshold and changed something fundamental.

But I can’t find myself regretting it.