Chapter 505
Pencil scratching at the corner of one of the empty pages of her book, Elain chewed her bottom lip. They had returned in the afternoon from the spectacular display with Helion's Winged Horses, and Nesta and Sheera had shared their amazement and blatant awe with her, and Nesta had been more than a little pleased that she had been included in the whole thing. The three of them had spent the afternoon in the Memory Garden, working happily together and they had continued chatting quite happily through dinner. By the time they had bade goodnight, Elain was pleased to see that Nesta had relaxed considerably, and seemed much more comfortable with Sheera. It proved a pleasing sign that her sister would enjoy her time staying in the Day Court, and Elain was pleased that Nesta would see why she was so happy here.
After dinner, Lucien had been called away by Helion, something which Elain knew that she was going to have to get used to, and she had found herself alone in their room. Stretching out on the bed, elain had made herself comfortable, leaning back against a pile of pillows and placing her writing book in her lap. She had allowed her mind to wander back and to picture Lucien atop that wonderful winged horse. He truly had look magnificent. She had thought in that moment that he looked like a hero from some romance book, and now she had thought to write the scene herself. Perhaps, she figured, she would be able to weave it into the story she had already begun at some later point.
Placing the end of her pencil between her lips, Elain thought. It was quite a romantic scene, she thought, remembering the way her heart had quickened at the sight of her mate descending from the sky. Removing the pencil, she bit her lip again, thinking about the way his beautiful hair had fanned out in the breeze. There had been no denying that Elain had appreciated that display in person, and she continued to appreciate it now. Just as good in memory, Elain allowed her mind to go over it again, taking in every detail she hadn't had time to notice earlier. It would take time, she knew, for the right words to come to her to write the scene, but she didn't mind mulling it over. She had time and privacy now to take her time, and she set the book aside, placing her pencil atop it.
Drawing her dress up her thighs, Elain adjusted herself on the bed, getting more comfortable. Her pulse raced, and she could hear the quickening beat of her heart in her ears as she slid a hand carefully between her thighs. She was already wet, as she knew she would be, and Elain's eyes slid closed as she began to rub herself in little circles, her mind still firmly set on her mate atop that winged horse. It had been a while since she had done this on her own; it had been a while since she had had the time or inclination for such. As such, she had so much more mental stimulation to choose from. What struck Elain was that while she had always imagined up what she envisioned while touching herself in the past, she no longer had the need. What she held in her mind's eye now were real things; real moments with her mate, and it was so much better than any fantasy had been. Lucien was so much better than anyone she had dreamed up before.
As her heart thundered, she thought about her mate. Pictured Lucien with that gorgeous hair shining in the sunlight, metallic eye picking up the light nearly as well as his hair did, and then she imagined him approaching her. In her mind, her mate met her, his hands coming to her cheek and her waist as he drew her to himself, and she allowed herself a deep breath, breathing in that familiar scent. Elain loved that scent, even in her fantasy it made her feel safe and loved. Adjusting her hand, Elain curled her fingers before slipping one inside of herself. She had just let out a breathy moan when she heard the door, and her breath caught in her throat.