Chapter 51: Guardian Angel
Summary: NSFW for smut and TW for mentions of SA
Gwyn POV
She closed her eyes and let the drumbeat resound inside her chest. She smiled lazily and thought of Azriel, pounding into her at the same rhythm.
Gwyn had watched Azriel fly away toward trouble. Beron had a lot of nerve, showing up after his spies failed their kidnapping mission. Surely he knew of their defeat by now. The likelihood that they had eliminated all of his spies in the Spring Court was low. Someone must have gotten word of their deaths to the Forest House.
She tried not to dwell on the fact Azriel just left her to fly into danger, along with the rest of her friends and family. As she readied herself for the events to come, she repeated a prayer for all of them. In better circumstances she would have been glad for a moment by herself. Her nerves were getting to her. She had taken the time to take down her hair and change into her best pair of lingerie.
Okay, my only pair of lingerie. She corrected herself.
Gwyn had blushed deeply when Elain and Maude cornered her in the shop with a set the same shade and material as her dress. She had tried it on in the dressing room and didn't let either see despite their whining and protesting. They were at least proud of her when she agreed to take it.
The young woman in the mirror looked confident. Long auburn hair had been released from its confines and flowed over her shoulders and grazed her breasts. Timidly she ran her open palms over her body and across the silk of her undergarments.
She felt beautiful. It was a new experience, feeling confident in her body and knowing that her mate would fall to his knees when he saw her. Gwyn planned to make him stay there for a bit too.
I may have begged first, but I'll be sure to make him work for his release.
She closed her eyes and palmed her breast, unable to help herself as she pictured him there. Her hand wrapped around the sides of his throat.
A thud landed behind her and she grinned.
"There you are." She sighed, still fondling herself. She pinched one of her nipples through the fabric.
Her eyebrows furrowed when she didn't hear a opened her eyes. In the mirror she saw her reflection, cheeks already flushed with arousal from her own ministrations. A dark shadowed figure lurked behind her, it moved slowly.
In a blink it transformed into a silhouette of a man. Gwyn held her breath as he stepped into the moonlight.
The blonde of his hair shined. Green eyes pinned her to the spot as he crept closer.
"Tamlin."
He approached her like a lion waiting to pounce. She looked around frantically for her sword and cursed when she spotted it in the chair across the room. It looked like she would have to fight him off with her bare hands.
When he reached for her Gwyn saw her opening, she kicked him in the chest but he caught her foot and twisted, sending her to the ground in a naked heap of limbs.
She wouldn't give up that easily. Gwyn knocked his knees out from under him with a swift stroke of her leg. He roared as he hit the floor next to her. She quickly jumped on his back, using all her weight to keep him down.
While she fought him with her physical strength, she fought back the memories triggered.
She had fought, with all her power and might against the soldiers. Clawed at them with her nails, aimed her heel into their groin as they grabbed her. Elbowed ribs and bit the hand that covered her mouth. She only stopped fighting when they grabbed Catrin.
Her weight wasn't enough. Tamlin bucked forward like an angry horse. Gwyn flipped and her head smacked into the wall. She blinked rapidly as two Tamlins rose and stalked toward her. The sword was closer now. Gwyn lunged for it as he pounced toward her, her finger tips grazed the ribbon wrapped handle.
"Tell us where the children are and all of this stops now, priestess." She felt his
blade slide across her throat, sticky blood trickled down her neck as he nicked it.
Her fingers hesitated as she heard his voice again. Talons dug into her ankle, and she bit back a scream.
She wouldn't tell him. Catrin will not have died in vain, she would go to her soon. Join her twin in the afterlife.
Not yet, not like this.
Her hand wrapped around the sword's handle just as Tamlin tugged her toward him.
Blindly she swung the sword backward. She knew she had nicked him with it when his claws released her. He staggered backwards, hand clasped around his throat.
His eyes were wild as he pulled his hand back and examined the blood that now stained it. Nicked was right, the small gash bled profusely, but it was significantly less than there would be if she had truly slit his throat.
Gwyn was relieved. She didn't want to kill him, Mother knew this wasn't his fault. But she needed to get him to stop his pursuit of her somehow.
Her blow had slowed him down for only a second and in that time his anger seemed to double. His growl shook the room, she didn't have time to stand before he charged again.
Before he could climb on her he was slammed into the far wall, his body making an imprint in the stone behind him. Bits of plaster fell from the ceiling and on the dark winged creature that had pummeled him.
Her guardian angel, a gift from the mother, an answer to her prayers.
Possessed by the magic Tamlin fought back, he threw Azriel aside, knocking him into the four poster bed. A loud snap echoed throughout the room as his impact cracked the wooden frame.
"Az!" She cried as he crumpled to the floor, wings hanging limply to his sides.
Tamlin didn't spare a glance at the defeated Illryian. He crept closer, his face twisted into a feral grin.
"Finally." He rasped out, his voice sounding like a harmony in minor. It was clear it wasn't just him speaking, but the voices and magic of many. "I've waited so long, Gwyneth."
Gwyn rose to her feet and brandished her sword. The white ribbon waving in the evening breeze from the open window.
"This isn't you Tamlin. It's the magic, fight it. Pick someone else."
A cruel laugh escaped him. "There is no one else. I want you. We want you!"
I am the rock against which the surf crashes, nothing can break me.
"Then you will die trying." Her voice and strength would not falter.
Not this time.
Not ever again.
"Then so be it." The voices hissed. Without hesitation, Tamlin's body hurled toward her.
Mother guide us, mother keep us, mother protect us.
She braced her footing for their collision and shielded her head with her free arm.
Gwyn gasped as she was knocked to the ground. A large body on top of her, shielding her form with his.
"No!" Azriel growled in between them. His eyes screwed shut and wings spread over their bodies, sacrificing them to Tamlin's wrath.
Azriel's eyes snapped open.
He wasn't breathing.
"Az?" She whispered. "What's wrong? Az!"
Azriel POV
It was actually golden.
He had thought that was an exaggeration, a way to explain the feeling of being drawn to the other person.
A bond so special that it shined brighter than freshly polished gold.
But it was there. A short tether that led from his chest to hers. Yet he knew if he were to cross the room it would grow. It would lead him to her, no matter where she was in the world.
Always connected, bonded, tied together.
Never alone.
"Azriel!" Gwyn sobbed under him. "Say something please!"
He couldn't find the words. He just stared at her as if he was seeing her for the first time.
Azriel was vaguely aware of rustling behind him. As it got louder he remembered.
Tamlin was after his mate.
Mine!
He unsheathed his dagger and turned to position Gwyn's body behind him. She protested loudly but it was drowned out by his snarl.
Tamlin was on the ground, he scooted backward and shook his head. He tried to crawl away from them. The High Lord coughed in disgust as he smelled the air. Azriel watched in confusion as he transformed back into his beast form and leapt out of the window.
As soon as he was gone Az was on his feet. He shut and locked the window. He was a fool for even opening it in the first place.
This is all my fault. Fuck! I was supposed to keep her safe. She's my whole world… she's my…
"Az?" Gwyn spoke quietly, she still sat on the cold marble. His eyes roamed her almost naked body with concern and desire.
He was on his knees before her in a flash. He held her face tenderly in his scarred hands. Torn between begging for her forgiveness and confessing his undying love.
"Mate." That's all he said, all he could muster.
Thankfully she seemed to understand.
Gwyn smiled brightly at him. Her smile could rival the sun. He thought, completely enraptured by it. Tears spilled out of her teal eyes and she threw her arms around his neck.
"Thank the Mother! The way you stopped moving I thought you were hurt. I thought…" She pulled back, he didn't realize he was crying too until she kissed a rogue droplet that streamed down his cheek. "I thought I had lost you."
"I thought I had lost you too." He choked out. "When I saw him climb through the window… I never should have left your side. I never will again, Gwyn. Never." Azriel vowed and pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips collided fiercely.
He never wanted to come up for air. The taste of her was even sweeter now that the bond hand snapped for him. He pulled her onto his lap and she straddled him, and ground her hips instinctively into his groin. The thin fabric of her panties did nothing to hide her heat as it seeped through his pants. Azriel's hands massaged her ribs. He teased her milky skin, ghosting a finger across the blue silk under her breasts.
He laughed when she grew tired of his hesitation and led his hand to her nipple. Az bit her lip just as he pinched. He grunted in satisfaction as her hips bucked, positioning the hard tip of his cock in her folds as her wetness started to soak her panties.
"Fuck, baby." He moaned in her mouth. Unable to help himself he let his free hand travel down past her navel. He dipped his hand between her legs and pulled the fabric to the side. The smell of her arousal was heavenly as he sunk a finger into her.
"Azriel! Fuck, don't stop." Gwyn begged as her cunt clenched around him. Lifting up slightly on her knees she broke away from his lips to ride his hand. Azriel looked on in awe.
The priestess threw her head back as she impaled herself on his fingers. He added a second, then a third, stretching and preparing her for his cock later.
Azriel pulled his hand away from her breast for a short moment to unclasp her bra. He threw it across the room and then moaned as he watched her tits bounce in his face as she worked.
Unable to help himself he latched onto one of her nipples and roughly sucked while his thumb found her clit. Her responding scream made his eyes roll back. He suckled and rubbed until she came on his hand, her body seized as her sizable orgasm wracked through her.
It was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed.
His lover, his mate, finding her pleasure with him. Because of him.
Gently he pulled his soaked fingers out of her pussy and up to his face. He wanted to lick them clean, to savor her taste. Azriel put one finger in his mouth and hand to stop himself from coming from the sweetness on his tongue. Gwyn smirked, she had to know what the mere taste of her was doing to him.
Her grin turned wicked as she leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around his other soiled fingers. Gwyn hollowed her cheeks and held his gaze as she cleaned her juices off him.
With low growl he threaded a hand in her auburn hair and pulled her lips off of his hand and back to his mouth.
Gwyn POV
Gwyn felt many emotions as they kissed. Hope, love, joy, the most prevalent feeling however, was lust.
All consuming, full bodied, lust for the male underneath her. She had come so hard on his hand, but it hadn't satiated her.
I need him. NOW.
It took a lot of willpower to break off their kiss. When she did she pushed his chest back until he laid flat on the floor, gazing up at her.
She crawled up his body and hovered her hips above him, her thighs sticky and shining with her last release. He eyed the moisture with hungry eyes.
But it was her turn to taste.
And he was wearing far too many clothes.
Thankful that she had taken his tie off earlier she ripped open his shirt, far too impatient to undo the buttons. He lifted an eyebrow as they scattered across the room.
"Impatient, baby?" He teased but she quickly shut him up when she grazed her nails down his chest. She watched in satisfaction as his eyes rolled back in his skull and puffy red lines appeared across his black tattoos.
"A glutton for punishment, aren't you?" She hummed as her nails reached his belt. Gwyn undid the metal clasp quickly. She was slightly surprised when his cock sprang forward, already bare to her.
"No underwear tonight? Had I known that…" His hazel eyes watched her predatorily as she scooted back to sit on his shins. Letting her breast graze across the head of him on her way down.
"What would you have done, baby? If you had known I was hard and ready for you all night?" He prompted. Azriel leaned forward and propped himself up on his forearms for a better view.
She loved it when he talked dirty, when he spoke every thought on his mind while they were intimate.
Gwyn knew he appreciated that about her too.
"Had I known only a zipper stood in the way of having you in my mouth I would have insisted we leave the party sooner." She spoke softly and slowly as she traced circles across his hips. She neared closer toward his pulsing cock, but pulled away each time she got close. "I thought of so many other scenarios too. Dropping my fork under the table, sucking you while you fought to keep your composure around your family." His member twitched in response. "And when they all stepped away, you would grab my head and fuck my mouth hard and fast. Coming down my throat so I had no choice but to swallow it all."
"Gwyn…" Azriel whined. The picture she painted for him began to be too much for him to handle.
She leaned closer to him, letting her hot breath surround him. Gwyn looked up at him through her lashes. "Would you do that, baby? Fuck my mouth and fill my belly up with your come?"
He nodded frantically, but that wasn't what she wanted.
"I want to hear you Az." Her tone serious and demanding. His hips bucked at her command.
"Yes Gwyn. Let me fuck your mouth, baby." He gasped out. Clearly at the end of his rope as she denied him his pleasure.
"What's the magic word Az?"
"Please! Please, please, Gwyn. Fuck!" He begged. Satisfied she finally gave him what he wanted.
She licked him from base to tip, earning her a guttural growl from deep within his chest. Azriel balled his fists at his sides as she swirled her tongue around his flushed head before she finally enveloped as much of him she could fit, she gagged slightly as he bottomed out at the back of her throat.
"That's it, baby. You're doing so well." He encouraged her. "That's my good girl." Gwyn felt a gush of wetness drip down her thighs at his praise.
"You like that don't you?" He asked her as she started to bob her head slowly. "You like it when I praise you and command you. Just like I do." He paused to moan loudly as she added her tongue back into the mix. "Lift your ass up while you suck me baby. Give me an idea of what you will look like when I fuck you from behind."
Gwyn moaned around him. She adjusted and wrapped one hand around the rest of his length and her other on the ground to steady herself as she spread herself open. He hummed happily at his new view.
"Fuck yes, Gwyn. You have such a perfect ass. You make it so hard to focus during training, I had to start doing mind stilling to cool down. It's not easy to teach you with a raging hard on." He joked, but he quickly stopped talking when she started to massage his balls.
He hissed when she pulled her mouth off of him, exposing his wet cock to the cool air. "What…?" Gwyn heard him question as she pushed up to sit on her knees. She held out her hand to help him stand.
"It's hard for you to fuck my mouth while laying down." She stated flatly and beckoned him closer until her nose touched his pelvis. Gwyn grabbed his hands and moved them to the back of her head. Then waited until he tangled them in her hair.
"Are you sure?" He asked carefully. Gwyn smiled softly at his hesitation.
"Yes, shadowsinger." She wanted him in every way. She'd sucked him slowly before, but she'd never let him have control.
He acknowledged her consent with a nod. Azriel lifted his heavy cock to her lips and she opened for him, his jaw slack as he stared down at her on her knees for him.
He thrust slowly into her mouth at first, gaging how far he could go before he hit her throat. But soon he snapped his hips faster. Gwyn held steady as he set a back breaking back pace. Quicker than she expected, he tensed and pulled her head closer to him. His come filled her mouth and she drank it down like she was dying of thirst.
Her jaw was slightly sore as he pulled her off of him, but she still felt her racing pulse between her thighs. She ached to be filled, to reach her climax and topple over once more.
Gently Azriel lifted her up and cradled her in his arms. Gwyn felt him softly place her on the bed and tuck her under the covers. She took the opportunity to close her eyes and rest for a moment.
When she opened them again, Azriel was laying next to her underneath the soft sheets. She snuggled into his chest, and let her eyes wander up at the tilted canopy above them. Her blue eyes traveled down to the broken post.
A shiver coursed through her as she remembered the night's events.
"Thank you for saving me." Gwyn whispered as she nuzzled into him. "Tonight, and back then." She kissed the red marks she had made softly. "You truly are my guardian angel."
Author's Note:
Omg guys. So sorry for the delay. It was a crazy weekend.
While I was writing I realized I tried to pack a lot into these last three chapters lol. So, surprise, there is going to be at least one extra chapter in this.
Hope you enjoyed this filthy chapter. I promise you even more filth in the next. Lol
Until Next Time,
Meagan
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