Azriel is for the girls who want to be tied up for their pleasure. Eris is for the girls who want to be tied up for his.
Azriel wants to pin you down with silky shadows while going to his knees before burying himself between your legs with soft nips and sucks.
Eris wants to see you begging on your knees while warm flames tie your wrists behind your back before he slides his length over your tongue and down your throat.
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around. And the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
I’m just going to make sure I get his mates before he gets mine.