Azriel woke up grinning. He put his hands behind his neck, interlocking his scarred fingers together. He huffed out a breath and his strong abs contracted as he pulled himself up into a sitting position before pulling himself out of bed because he had to train with his wards this morning.
Elain pulled out of her deep sleep and stared at the ceiling, her lips curving into a smile. She pulled her legs to the left, her lower half protesting as the strain of her sore center tugged her into consciousness.
"Mmmmmm," was all she could mumble as she tucked her knees into her chest and sat up into the edge of her bed. Elain pulled her arms above her head, linking her fingers into each other and pulling upwards to stretch her arms and chest.
She began to contemplate the night before. She flushed as she remembered hovering over Az with him exploding deep inside her. She wanted more but felt a guilt creep over her. Lucien was supposedly her mate. She didn't feel right about this situation with Azriel. Against all of the feelings that she felt towards him, she had to stay away, at least for now.
Weeks passed and Az hadn't spoken much to Elain. She had stayed away from him since they had slept together. He figured it was a one-time deal and that he should give her space and time. Also, he kept thinking about the look on Gwyn's face as she opened the gift he had secretly given her. He had a nagging feeling about her that he couldn't quite place.
Az had his pads secured onto his large, scarred hands as Gwyn beat them into oblivion. She was hitting harder than she had ever before and Azriel was impressed. He had quietly noticed Gwyn's progress from the first time he met her to this. He didn't see anything wrong with her before, he knew that sexual assault happened regardless of muscular power. When he had first gotten to Sangravah, he wasn't expecting to see what he saw. Since it was not his place to ask about it, he wouldn't say anything even though he still felt the relief of slitting the throats of the rapists.
Gwyn pounded into Azriel's hand pads harshly. She was getting out her anger at him for giving her a necklace and never admitting to it or saying anything to her. She wasn't mad at him exactly, she knew he was a quiet, aloof male in terms of social interactions. But she was so attracted to him that she wished he would notice her for once.
Gwyn stopped hitting and threw her arms against her sweaty forehead to push all of her ginger hair away from her face. She bent over to grasp her knees and breathed heavily.
"Is there something going on?" Az managed to quietly ask under his breath.
"No," Gwyn breathed assertively.
Az raised his thick, dark eyebrows and pursed his lips. He didn't want to push Gwyn. He never pushed anyone outside of the torture chamber under the mountain. He kept his ventures separate. He might give the Valkayre trainee's praise and encouragement but he wouldn't ask anything more than once.
"It's just…why did you give me that necklace?" Gwyn was pushing Clotho's honesty by admitting she knew who gave it to her but it had bothered her since it came to her. She had felt a strong, mindless pull towards Azriel since they had met after he had rescued her from Hybern's forces. It was beyond just gratefulness, she felt something and since they'd trained she had been so awkward around him because she revolved around him without trying.
"I thought you would like it. And I thought you deserved something nice for all the hard work you're doing."
Gwyn was terrified of admitting to that she awaited their training every morning. She longed to be close to him. She stopped himself from the feelings that told her to grab his hand, pull him towards her and softly kiss his plump lips while they trained.
Gwyn frowned, "thank you but I don't need your validation, although I do appreciate your help."
Az understood, nodding solemnly. He surprised himself as he asked:
"Do you want to go to dinner tonight?"
Gwyn's eyes widened, surprised at Az's question, nodding her head emphatically.
"I'll pick you up at 8."
Az pushed his black hair out of his face as he stood outside of the library. He brushed down his black tunic and coat jacket over. He felt like he looked presentable for once, out of his usual fighting leathers. He was anxious to find out how the library would react to his presence.
Azriel lost all sense of calm as a female with fiery hair and soft, creamy skin scattered with freckles pried opened the door.
Gwyn sucked in a breath as she shyly said, "Hi."
"Hi. Are you okay with it if I fly us down to the restaurant?" Az held out his scarred hand as he asked her permission.
Gwyn had never flew anywhere. The bravest act she'd committed lately had been to go to the fighting ring at the House of Wind, aside from completing the Blood Rite. She was terrified but agreed and gripped his hand with her own, drawing the door closed after she passed the threshold.
Az drew his arm around her back and another under her knees as he picked her up, leaning her body against his broad, muscled chest. Gwyn looked up at his face and felt her heart thumping so loudly, she doubted he couldn't hear it as she was pressed so closely against him.
"Ready?" He quietly asked. He was nervous as he held Gwyn, and noticed how her full her dark eyelashes fluttered as she blinked up at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Yes. I've never flown before, just so you know," she stammered out.
"I figured. I promise I'll go slow."
Gwyn gasped as Az's powerful wings began to beat, lifting both of them up off the ground. He flew to the library's ledge and began descending, slowly as promised. Gwyn had closed her eyes in fear but dared to look out even as she huddled closer to Az. The land below was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. All of the lights of Velaris were shimmering under the night sky. She felt completely safe with her body so closely wrapped around Azriel, even though the thrill of flying still made her stomach drop.
They landed outside of a restaurant near the river, the owner greeting Azriel enthusiastically, leading the two of them to a table outside. Gwyn and Azriel sat across from each other at a small, private table. They were the only people outside, Az's shy sensibility was relieved at the sight.
The owner took their drink orders and said she would bring them a special meal. Gwyn had never been to a restaurant. She was overwhelmed but couldn't keep her smile to herself as she took in the river, the twinkling strings of lights above them, and also her company seated across from her. She didn't expect to be on a date with Azriel. Actually, was this a date? She didn't know and was fine with whatever it was as long as she could stare into his hazel eyes outside the fighting ring for once.
Az smiled shyly at her as the owner dropped off two glasses of wine in front of him and Gwyn. He pulled his glass up towards her and they toasted.
"To new friends," Gwyn bravely offered.
"Cheers to that. Thank you for joining me tonight."
Az was not one with words. He felt his shadows move faster around him as the feelings he felt towards Gwyn filled his chest, a tiny part of him fighting with the guilt after he had been with Elain. He hadn't heard from her since though, which he felt was her answer alone.
The food arrived and they both dug into the flavorful meal, giggling at the little comments each other gave as they took mouthfuls, unable to hide the moans of satisfaction.
Once she was full, Gwyn licked her lips as she pulled her napkin to wipe her mouth. Az's eyes
tracked her tongue.
"What are we doing after this?" Gwyn asked bravely. She didn't want to push Az but she couldn't end this night now, honestly, if ever.
"We could go to Rita's, if you'd like to dance, or we could walk around the city. Or whatever you'd like, Gwyn."
Azriel's stomach knotted around itself as he attempted to play it cool in front of Gwyn when her moan's around the mouthfuls of food had stoked his remarkable member; something he was attempting to forget in order to stay calm.
"I've never been dancing…"
Gwyn's lashes fluttered down as she shyly admitted this. Az was not much of dancer but he couldn't give up the chance to feel his body close to Gwyn's.
Az paid the tab and they walked to Rita's. He was so nervous but as he felt the urge, he grasped Gwyn's hand, giving her a small squeeze. She squeezed in return, looking up at him and smiling shyly. Az's breath caught at the sight but he kept calm.
Azriel smooth-talked his way past the line at Rita's and kept his hand tightly around Gwyn's as he made his way to the bar. He turned towards Gwyn and pulled his mouth to her ear, brushing his lips lightly against the shell, and asked what she would like to drink.
She replied, and Az ordered them two glasses of wine, unable to look away from Gwyn's pert lips until the bartender reminded him of his presence by pushing the drinks to him.
Their hands grazed as Az handed Gwyn her drink and she bit her lip, softly. Az's shadows shifted once again and began buzzing over his head. He knew the energy between him and Gwyn was intense but he didn't want to say anything to scare her away. He knew her history and he wanted her to be feel comfortable at all times.
Gwyn gazed into Azriel's eyes, the pull towards him she felt from head to feet buzzing. She breathed through the desire and tried to bring the fire inside her down.
"Would you like to dance?" she murmured suggestively, her lips now grazing the shell of his ear.
Az gulped loudly and nodded his head, allowing Gwyn to grasp his hand and pull him onto the dancefloor.
Once they were in the middle of the crowded dancefloor, Gwyn turned towards Az and began to sway to the music before him. She threw her head back and twisted her hips, feeling the music deeply within her body. Azriel's breath hitched as he saw her body moving, her eyes shut. He shyly grasped his scarred hands around her hips and pulled her closer to him. He tried to move against her, not matching the grace but hitting the beats with his muscled core.
Gwyn pulled her head back up, the music dancing across her from the soul out. She had never experienced a dance club, only music ceremonies. But the movement was stolen from deep inside her, causing her to toss her body around without much thought. She only opened her eyes when she felt large, strong hands grasp her waist. Azriel stood before her and she knew what she wanted as she pulled her body against his. Her face was centimeters away from his when he gazed down to her lips. His nose was almost touching hers, his hazel eyes upon hers, as she pushed her lips onto his. He kissed her softly at first, then became more frantic and she ground her hips into him to the music. She pulled away, smiling at him. He beamed back at her. They kept dancing for hours, taking moments between to deeply kiss each other.
A deep pull danced between Gwyn and Azriel. Later in the night, as her legs began to tire, Gwyn pulled Az by the hand to the front entrance.
"Can we go to the house of wind? I've never been…" Gwyn asked, losing confidence quickly and lowering her eyes.
"Let's go." Az answered as he pulled Gwyn out the door and grasped her beneath the knees as she threw her arms around his neck. They flew up into the night, making their way to the House of Wind.
Az's feet hit the balcony and he carefully set Gwyn down. She didn't let go of his neck as her feet touched the ground. She turned her face towards Az and moved towards him. She softly pressed her lips to his. He moved his mouth slightly open, grazing his tongue across her teeth and moving it to dance with hers.
Gwyn softy moaned into Az's mouth, pulling away slightly to ask, "where's your room?" to which Az grasped her thighs and pulled upward, allowing Gwyn to wrap her legs around Azriel's waist. He didn't remove her mouth from his as he walked up the steps to his room.
Az pulled his door open as he sucked Gwyn's lower lip out slightly and they entered his room. He stepped over to an empty wall and Gwyn gasped her back pressed swiftly against the wall. She moved her hands up into Az's thick, onyx locks, twisting her fingers and pulling slightly. Azriel responded with a growl onto her lips.
Gwyn had never been intimate with a male on her own accord. She had never before felt the electricity pulsing through her center and radiating out into her entire body. She couldn't help but yelp as Azriel's hands squeezed her ass. She felt absolutely intertwined with him and she needed more.
Azriel pulled away slightly and his hazel eyes met Gwyn's own electric blue eyes. The look he gave her was absolutely begging for her to give her entire self over to him. She kissed his strong nose, up to his thick, dark eyebrows, back down to his cheeks and made her way down to kiss his jaw, then to his pointed chin.
"Can I feast on you?" Az chocked out, unable to hold back any longer without tasting her between her legs.
"Yes, please."
Az set Gwyn's feet onto the ground and kneeled before her, pulling her dress up to her stomach, kissing below her belly button and across her hips. His fingers hooked onto her underwear and he pulled it down past her legs, tossing it behind him. He hitched one of her legs over his shoulder and began to softly press kisses down her raised thigh, making his way to the apex of her thighs. He lightly drew his tongue over her bundle of nerves as Gwyn gasped. She grasped the hair at the top of Az's head and tightened her fist into his silken, wavy hair.
She began to breathe faster, a tickle building deep in her core. She had never felt anything as perfect as Az's wet tongue between her legs.
Gwyn moaned loudly as she put her head back against the wall.
Azriel began to move his short licks deeper into her entrance, twisting his tongue and dipping it into her. She tasted so delicious and he purred, noticing that she was getting even wetter. Az's hands moved to Gwyn's waist and he squeezed her soft skin.
Gwyn gasped as Azriel's strong, callused hands grazed her sides, moving to her bare ass. He kneaded her as he nuzzled his nose against her clit and his tongue curved deep inside of her. She couldn't hold back as she released, her orgasm causing her knees to weaken and her entire body to shudder.
Gwyn loosened her thighs, which had tightened around Az's head and he pulled his head back and looked up at her. She blushed at the awe in his hazel eyes. He gently moved out from under her leg and stood up, wiping his mouth before snaking his hand behind her neck and softly pressing his lips to hers.
Gwyn's hands touched Az's broad chest and shoulders before throwing her arms around his neck to pull him even closer to her. She wanted to feel his body on every inch of hers. She needed to feel the length of him inside of her.
She pulled away slightly and asked shyly, "Azriel, can I taste you now?"
Az nodded, and Gwyn pushed him towards his bed. He sat down, looking up at her as she stood between his muscular legs. She moved her hands up and down his thighs, her desire growing stronger at the feeling of his muscles rippling beneath his pants. She lifted his shirt over his head, eyes widening at the sight of his beautiful, tattooed chest. Her gazed drifted down to his abdomen; he looked like he was sculped by the gods. Her fingers traced the rippled muscles of his abs as she noticed him moving his hands under his thighs, out of her sight.
Gwyn pulled her dress over her head and knelt down before him. She reached towards his hands, grasping them in hers and pulled them to her mouth and kissed his scars. She placed them on her breasts as she reached up to kiss him once again, needing to feel his perfect lips against hers.
Azriel explored Gwyn's breasts, gently gripping her pebbled nipples between his fingers and twisting a touch. The sound of her moan against his lips made him even harder than he had become as she came against his mouth and tongue. Gwyn pulled away from him and began attempting to free his stiff member from his restrictive pants.
Her mouth watered as she laid her eyes upon him once he was fully exposed. He was so large and thick. Azriel shifted and shimmied out of his pants.
Gwyn gulped nervously, she had never taken anyone into her mouth but her hesitation melted away as she looked up at Azriel's face. He brushed his thumb against her cheek, gently pushing her hair behind her pointed ear.
"Are you sure this is okay?" He questioned, a mournful look in his eyes.
"Yes. Will you lean back a little bit?"
Azriel obliged, his arms flexing as he pressed his hands onto the bed and let himself lean back slightly.
Gwyn felt bold as she wrapped her small hand around the monstrous girth of him. She kept her eyes on his as she moved to press her tongue against him, tasting him up from his shaft to the thick head.
Az's growl urged her to wrap her lips around the tip, and she wet it with her tongue in order to more easily slide him deeper into her mouth. She explored Az with her tongue as she moved her mouth up and down his cock, taking him more and more with every movement. She moaned against him as she began to taste remnants of his seed leaking from the tip of him. She enjoyed the salty, slightly musky flavor of him.
She smiled slightly as she noticed Azriel's thighs trembling beneath one of her hands as she moved the other in tandem with her mouth.
Gwyn felt wetness dripping down her own thighs as her stomach tightened with pleasure. She never thought she would find her own pleasure with only a males cock deep down her throat but she was aching to feel the length of him deep between her legs. She pulled her mouth from around him and stood before him. Az sat upright at the sight.
Azriel gazed down and saw Gwyn's lips and upper thighs glistening with wetness. He took her hands and placed them around his neck as Gwyn moved onto his lap, bracing her knees on the bed around his powerful thighs. She gripped his cock and tested it against her dripping outer lips before guiding him into her, slowly.
Azriel's hands stroked Gwyn's backside as he felt her entrance tightly around him. He pressed kisses to her collarbone, moving up her neck and sucking on the sensitive skin below her ear. Gwyn began moaning loudly, her hips pressing down on him, pushing him deeper inside of her. She moved her hips back and forth while she slowly bounced on his lap, finally getting his entire length inside her. Her clit grew ever more sensitive as it grazed against him.
Azriel growled as Gwyn began to move her body faster against him. He felt as if he was going to burst quicky if she continued and he moved his hands from her ass to her hips and gently pulled her off of him. He lifted her easily and laid her onto the bed.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
"Of course, I want all of you". She was out of breath as he carefully hovered over her, his wings flaring as he slipped his cock into her and began slowly pumping in and out.
Gwyn grasped Azriel's face and she kissed him frantically. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to feel him deeper inside her. His thrusts grew longer and deeper. She threw her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. The pleasure was clouding her mind and she cried out as she released again while he made his way all the way to the hilt.
"Again, already?" he asked, a smile tugging on his lips as she nodded, her mouth still attached to his.
Azriel delved into her over and over, his wings flapping to gain more leverage. Gwyn moved her lips to kiss his cheeks, up to his forehead, down his jaw and landed on his neck. She sucked hard on his skin, pulling it into her mouth to graze against her teeth. Azriel let out an uninhibited roar as he finally allowed himself to get closer to his own release. His skin slapped against Gwyn's as he continued thrusting, only allowing himself to find his find pleasure as he felt Gwyn squeeze against his cock as they released together. Azriel moaned as he filled Gwyn.
He couldn't help but collapse atop her and he held her close against him, both of them breathing raggedly, sweat and other fluid slick between them from head to toe.
Az moved over to his side and pulled Gwyn under his arm with her head resting on his chest.
They almost immediately fell asleep, tangled up in each oth