What if Rhys didn't intervein?
Elain feels the heat coming from Aerials hand that is placed withing her hair and neck, her own famine heat raising through her body from just this gentle touch from his hand, she tentatively closes her eyes and anticipated the feel of this male who has consumed her heart from the day she accepted who she now is, to brush her lips with his own.
From the moment Elain saw her sister Feyra she knew that now all of there lives were changed for ever, she knew the beautiful house she lived in was gifted by a high lord that her sister was in love with but now her younger sister is fae, things will never he the same. The first thing she noticed was how well Feyra looked, even if her expression was tentative and hide worry, she looked full of life and beauty, she didn't recall that the last time she saw Feyra that she looked so happy, and she didn't believe that it was just due to the fact that she was now fae. The next thing Elain felt was stricken panic, there was a fae in their home, never mind that this fae is her sister, there is a fae and she was betrothed to a man who is part of a family whose sole purpose is to eradicate such creatures. What would happen if word got to Greyson? Has anyone else seen Feyra enter there home? She knew she needed to do everything in her power to stop that from happening. She excused herself to dismiss the servants, whilst leaving Nesta and Feyra alone, she was tentative to do so as she was unsure that once she had return to her sisters would Nesta shoo Feyra away, it didn't take an expert to notice how Nesta felt about her sister's new appearance. Once Elain manged to secure the secrecy of Feyra she took herself a few moment to get herself together and allow herself a minute to breath.
After Elain returned to her sisters and awaited to meet Feyra's friends, she wondered what friends do fae have? She knew they were also fae but what did they look like? Apart from Feyra and the hazy memory of Tamlin in beast form she had never seen another fae. Feyra and what she can recall of Tamlin they look strikingly different, her sister was beautiful and lady like whiles the beast that stole her sister away all those months previously looked like a monster, were all male fae such creatures? Of course not, as how would of Feyra fallen in love with Tamlin if he was so terrifying to look at, she had heard stories of fae beauty and trickery but after seeing her sister when she returned months ago and now Elain was starting to believe that maybe the fae are not as evil as she once believed.
Azriel was on edge, this wasn't the first time he'd been across the wall or even been near Feyra's family as he has sent his shadows to watch them for a while just to make sure they were safe. But he personally had never set foot in the house. He assumed his nerves were mainly for Feyra then himself, her family hasn't seen her since she became fae and knew how humans reacted to his kind, and had no idea how one's family would react to a member being made fae. He waited nearby with his brothers whilst Feyra entered her family's home, he has shadows around the house so he could do what he's good for as a spy, if anything it was to make sure Feyra was safe inside that house. He could feel the shift and anxiousness from Rhys, Feyra is his mate after all so obviously he knew his brother would be anxious, he was about to meet his mate's family even if she didn't know they are mated. Cassian as predicted is impatient, patience had never been his brother's strong suit, but Cassian was more agitated than expected. Azriel allowed himself to relax whilst they waited, he knew they were in no danger themselves, physically anyway, so he let himself lean against a tree. He could smell various flowers coming from the gardens surrounded by the house and wondered who would care so much for such meaningless things, dread overcame him, knowing who ever it was who spent their time gardening would lose that innocent luxury when war did destroy these lands, that person's life would alter forever and he felt a alight ting of pity and sorrow, but also envy that someone could be so innocent to enjoy such mundane hobbies and life. He looked down at his own scared hands and pictures the terrible things his own hands had committed, how his murderous hands must be so different from the person who had tendered these gardens.
Elain held her breath as the three male fae walked in, the first male was dressed smartly and strikingly beautiful, she could feel authority coming off him, the main thing she noticed about his was his devastating eyes, she had never seen such pretty eyes in her life. She took her eyes off the first male and gazed upon the second, he was dressed more casually and what she could make out to be training clothes, he has shoulder length hair which was unkept but still tidy in a strange way, trailing behind the large bulky male were two incredible wings, Elain had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She managed to trail her eyes off the males' wings and slowly glanced to the face of the third male, it wasn't until her eyes met his that she realised she was holding her breath and slowly began to lose her hold and breath out. She had no idea why but from there eyes meeting Elain felt relaxed, her fear of these males began to melt away and yet she knew that this male was far more deadly then the first two. He was surrounded by mystery and shadow, and she felt deep down inside herself her very being wanting to slowly move over to him and be engulfed by his shadow. She felt like his eyes could read her very soul and understood her to her core, she slowly let her eyes leave his gaze and wonder over his face and features, she noted he looked younger then the other two males, he had a somewhat charm to his being, she looked up to his hair and it felt inviting and soft, she tentatively rubs her fingers to her thumb as if she could feel the strands of his hair between her fingers, she looked down his body innocently, she notices her is wearing the same cloths as the male next to him, she wonders if there both soldiers or something similar across the wall. Her eyes flutter over his hands and notices them to be scared, she though the wings were beautiful but his hands where even more so, the scares reminded her of the stem of a beautiful rare rose, covered in thorns below the beautiful flower which would be his face, Elain never pulled away from the thorns of her roses, she knew they were there to keep the flower safe and she felt she understood the scares of this males hands, she noticed they went under his sleeve and was curious as to how far up these scares went, was the rest of his body the same under his leathers? Her eyes finally found his wings, she noticed they were slightly larger then the bulky male next to him and found that bizarre as the male next to him would clearly be heavier than this male so wouldn't his wings, he larger? She felt to most bizarre urge to caress those wings, to run her fingers over the membrane, they looked so welcoming to her, everything about this male felt comforting, she knew she should be utterly terrified of him and that he could end her whole existence within a heartbeat, but she just did not feel that way about him.
Rhys movement caught Ariels attention from his self-loathing, he knew his face was its usual emotionless state, so his brothers had no idea what he was thinking or how he felt. He felt Rhys tense and that was enough to know that it was their time to enter the home. He and Rhys winnowed themselves and Cassian into the room where Feyra and her sisters were. Azriel first looked to Feyra, her postures spoke to him that she was tense and nervous but was handling the situation, he quickly turned his attention to the taller of the sisters, it didn't take more than a second to realise out of the two which one this was, this was definitely Nesta, her cold face gave it away. Her posture was guarded, and she moved her body to cover the smaller younger sister next to her. The short description Feyra had given about her sister was enough to know who was who out of the sister, Nesta was described as a hard-set woman and the other Elain was a sweet young woman. Azriel moved his eyes to the younger sister behind Nesta, his eyes met hers instantly and Azriel felt his heart skip a beat, his postures and face gave nothing away, but he was caught of guard by her beauty. She had a gentle innocent face which would bring males to there knees just to gaze upon her beauty, from what he could see of her body she was shorter than her sisters and more petit, she held the grace of a lady, she was the picture of a princess from a children's story. And if she was the princess of said story's then he was the male who lurked in the shadows and had no right to even look at her, but Azriel could not take her eyes off her.
Elain struggled to sleep that night, she sat and listened whilst Feyra and her companions explained the dangers they were in, she even conserved with the handsome male coated in shadow, she surprised herself how at ease and brave she had been. She pushed her bed sheets off herself and climbed out of bed and wrapped her pale blue silk robe around her body, even though she was in a matching silk nightie and in her room, she still felt it in proper to not be more covered seeing the house had company. She sat at her window and gazed over her garden; she had placed her favourite flower bed outside her window so she could admire it whenever she looked out. Her mind drifted to her betrothed, Greysen, he is a lord, and she will be his lady once they are wed, she smiles to herself at the thought, lady Greysen, she giggles girlishly and tangles a curl of her hair around her finger then her expression became grave, what would he make of everything she had learned to night? Would he be able to keep her and her family safe? She trusted Greysen and was head over heals for him, he was a gentleman and treated her like a lady, he was never improper to her, even the night she gave herself to him he was a tentative and gentle lover, even though her own pleasure was minimum which she expected, she didn't think ladies where supposed to enjoy to becoming one of bodies like men do and if she did she was worried she would be seen as a harlet. She wouldn't admit to him but she wanted to lie with him again not just after there wedding, but she knew it was improper to do so, the fact that she had already given herself to him before the marriage would be found unproper but considering it happened the day he placed the engagement ring on her finger it was something she though she should do in return and of course he did not turn her affections down. The memory made Elaine flush and decided it would be wise to cool down or she would certainly would not be able to sleep.
Azriel sat on the bed that Cassian had not claimed, his shadows swirling around him, restless, they anticipated his permission to explore the inside of the house and started to paw at him, however his mind was elsewhere. It was on the middle sister he met earlier and her intrigue on asking him about his wings, he thought it was a innocent and curious quiz, after all he was certain she had never seen a male with wings before and as Rhys wings were not on display and Cassian was most likely more intimidating due to his size compared to Azriel he must have been her only option. There was no other reason she wished to speak to him otherwise was there? "She is infuriating! Intitled! And stuck up!" Cassian's voice boomed across the room, his voice caught Asriel's attention and watched his brother pace the small guest room they were inhabiting for the time being. "Feyra described both sisters spot on" he replied to his brother. " I've never known a female have such audacity! She…. She….just so damn …." "Human?" Azriel finished for his brother, causing Cassian to glare at him, he had never seen someone get under his brother skin like this before, it was slightly amusing for Azriel. "Yes, I had noticed she was human Az, why does that make it even more frustrating?" the second part of his comment he said to himself more to his brother. "what's more frustrating? Because she's Feyra's sister? Or is there some other reason Cass?" Azriel asked his brother teasingly, it was rare to see him like this and it also helped Azriel get his mind of his intrigue of the other sister. " That we need her held obviously….what other reason would they be?!" Cassian snaped back, Azriel batted his shadow away giving them the permission to explore and lied down on the bed looking up at the ceiling leaving Cassian to continue his pacing. After a short while he felt some of his shadows return to him and whisper into his mind "I've found your desires room" he heard, he cleared his throat, he hated how his own shadows can tease him and try and tempt him into things he didn't feel he deserved. He decided to explore the house himself seeing her cant trust his shadows to do as he asked without causing mischief. He gets off the small bed and makes his way to the door, Cassian doesn't even acknowledge him leaving, Azriel was surprised his brother hadn't mentioned to him leave and exploring prior then now.
Elaine slowly makes her way down to the kitchen, almost positive that everyone would be asleep by now and had no worry that she would walk into anyone at this time of night. The house was silent and she stepped foot into the kitchen, apart from her garden the kitchen has one of the places Elaine felt relaxed and useful even if the cooks usually got annoyed of her presence and it was seen unproper for a lady of the house to use the kitchen, she pondered the thought if she would have the same treatment once she is married the Greysen, as then she will be the sole lady of the house, she reaches the cooler and takes a bottle of milk and decides some warm milk should help her dispassion, since she left her room her body had cooled down and knew the milk would damper any desire to share her bed with Greysen right now. She placed a pan on the stover and used a match to start a small fire under the pan and poured some milk in, she realised she had put a little too much milk for just herself.
Azriel decided to walk in the opposite direction his shadows had enlightened him of where his "desire" slept, as he wondered down the hall a scent caught his nose, the sweet scent of rose and honey lingered, Azriel inhaled and he felt his eye roll into the back of his head, he felt as if the scent trail was solid and he could hold onto it, he followed the nose and as he continued down the hall the scent mixed with the hint of milk and he realised he was not the only person wondering the halls as the wee hours of the morning. He cursed Cassian as he believed his brothers big mouth most likely woke the whole house, he was curious as to who was awake and his shadows pulled him towards the scent and lead him to the kitchen and he saw her, his princess leaned over a stove and mixing something and it dawned on him who the delicious scent of rose and honey came from, he was disappointed in himself for not realising it.
Elaine felt him before she saw him, she felt someone watching her from the open door but didn't feel concerned that she was being watch, she turned around and saw the fae surrounded by shadow leaning against the wall his arms crossed and looking relaxed, she noticed he was still in the leathers he wore earlier, and she wondered if male fae even sleep? "I hope I didn't startle you" he said to her, his voice was like a hymn that was deep but equally gentle " oh no, I'm sorry, you didn't know, I'm sorry if I woke you, I was trying to be as quiet as I could, I'm so sorry if I disturbed you" He shook his head and closed his eyes whilst he did so, his whole manner made her feel relaxed, " no, I was already awake, I couldn't sleep so I decide to familiarise myself with the layout of your home and I smelt the milk" she blinked at his response, did fae have strong scents glands? Could he smell better then humans? " I've made too much actually; would you like a cup? I couldn't sleep either, you milk might help you sleep" he bowed his head in response " I would love some my lady" and he gently pushed off the door frame and slowly moved over the isle table " please, call me Elaine" she gave him a warm smile " only if you call me Azriel" was his reply, she let out a girlish giggle and nodded " alright Azriel" she turned back to the milk and continued to stare, she reached up to a small jar " would you like some honey? I have quite the sweet tooth" she her him sigh slightly then " that would be delightful, Elaine" as he said her name she felt a delightful shiver go down the back of her neck and her spine and caused her cheeks to flush, she placed two spoons of honey into the milk and poured the milk equally between two cups, and handed him a cup, she felt the tips of his fingers brush against her own and felt herself become warm, she was confused by the sensation her body was reacting to him and she let out a sharp exhale.
Azriel looked horrified by her expression, had he hurt her? How dare he touch such a delicate flower even if it was accidental, "I'm so sorry" he blurted out. She blinked at him again and quickly shook her head " oh no no please, its ok….it was just the heat from the cup, nothing to worry about" he could see straight through her lie but didn't press her anymore, she was most likely being polite and was repulsed by him, or so he though until another scent found him, her womanhood, he thought to himself he must be mistaken but he knew that sweet tempting scent and there was no mistaking it, she was aroused, he was certain he hadn't scented it until now, it was faint so he knew it was a new sensation for her but was it due to him? He shifted his eyes to the cup she had passed him and brought it to his lips, inhaling the scent of the milk and honey, the last thing he needed was to be overtaken by desire. "Thank you " he said as he sipped his milk slowly, it was astonishingly the perfect temperature and sweetness, she smiled and brought her own cup to her lips and slowly drank. He allowed his eyes to meet hers again and noticed her cheeks become flush from his gaze and brought his eyes away, he should not be having this effect on her, she was a young human and his Friends and brothers' mate's sister. She was pure and innocent and even though he wanted to pick her up and place her down on the isle under him and make her feel things she would never feel before she was pure and had no right even thinking such things. He downed the rest of his cup of milk and stood, trying to dismiss the image of her underneath him on the isle, luckily his clothing and the darkness of the kitchen hide his own arousal from her, he walked over to the sink and washed his cup. He turned to her and gave her a friendly smile, " thank you for the milk, I do feel more tired now" she smiles sweetly back at him " its alright, it was no problem" he started to make his way to the door and looked over his shoulder " good night Elaine"" good night Azriel" just hearing him say his name as she did, her arousal still temping him and her standing there in the darkness made his own arousal pulse against his leathers, it took every muscle in his body to walk away back from where he came from, he knew he needed to retire to the room he was sharing with Cassian.
Elaine watched Azriel leave the kitchen, she turned around once he was out of site and gripped hold of the counter, what just happened? she mentally asked herself why do I feel so weak at the knee? Was that some fae magic? She finished her milk and washed up the pan and her cup and made her way back to her room. She was so confused by her body's reaction to Azriel, she had felt similar but not this stronger with Greysen, but she was in love with him, she only just met Azriel there was no question if she loved this male, she didn't even know him. She opens her bedroom door and crashes down onto her bed, is she a wicked woman? Has she been succumbed to males wicked sexual ways? She felt horrified with herself. She tried to calm herself, "its ok, a lot has happened today you mind, and body are just confused" she quietly told herself, "Just get some sleep and all will be well" she took off her robe and placed it on her door where she got it and got back into bed.
Azriel closed the door to the room he is sharing and notices Cassian Is in his own bed and is breathing heavily showing Azriel that he is asleep though he was sure only lightly, he takes off his clothes down to his under things and climbs into the small bed and positions himself as best as he can to accompany his wings, once he gets as comfy as possible he allows himself to close his eyes, just for his shadows to circle his ears, "she wants you, you should visit her in her room, take her, make love to her, make her moan your name, possess her, taste her" they whisper and purr "enough!" he hisses and they back off from him, he places a hand over his eyes, a week….i can last a week, he told himself as if his life depended on it.