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Cyra look at the horizon as she approached the starry night of Velaris. She moved her tired, heavy wings methodically, trying to keep pace as she moved closer and closer to the edges of the Cityscape. It was time for her yearly visit to Velaris. As a seraphine, her large, white, feathered wings were strong and capable. But after several days of flying, she was reaching her point of exhaustion. She didn’t need to fly, but she did need to burn off the energy before what was to come. It was time. Time to check on her mate.
She belonged to a type of mythical creature that had no home in modern day Prythian. Most, if not all of her fellow seraphines were long gone, and she wasn’t even sure how she’d managed to stay alive for over 300 years. Seraphines were treasured for their magical capabilities but were also near extinction after others tried to control and persecute them.
Cyra in particular had been hunted for her unique abilities; while she wasn’t daemati, she could pick up on the emotions of others at a deeper level than most. At times, her gift was overwhelming and debilitating, especially in the times of distress like war. The gift led her to keep to herself. If she wasn’t around people, she wouldn’t feel their every emotion which not only tired her but felt like an intrusion of those around her.
The gift made Cyra an exceptional fighter. Her ability to predict emotional response in her opponents helped her identify weaknesses while her innate seraphine magic allowed her to project white light to burn those that tried to take advantage of her or her loved ones.
It wasn’t just white light that Cyra projected - she was literally luminescent in many ways. Her long wavy blonde, nearly white hair shimmered with an opalescent glow. Her pale lilac tinted eyes were a dead giveaway for her seraphine characteristics. And her lithe body was marked with muscular but feminine features developed from years of self-defense and living on the edge of fear.
In an attempt to make herself slightly less noticeable, Cyra had learned from her mother how to project her white light to essential hide her wings and make them invisible when not in use. Her father had used his similar powers to travel through light and taught Cyra how to harness light to travel similar to winnowing but even faster as they was able to travel the speed of light.
But all of these characteristics meant that Cyra had very few friends and family. Her parents were in hiding on the continent to ensure they were not targeted for their similar seraphine abilities. The last time she had seen them had been 23 years ago, but she was able to communicate every few months with her light powers and send them messages in candle light or burning flames.
The friends she had made would eventually decide to distance themselves because of her abilities to sense their deepest feelings or because she was a target of maniacal leaders hoping to gain a seraphine for many advantages.
Over the years, Cyra had made one friend though. One she never would have thought would end up being one of the most important friendships of her life. As somewhat of a nomad, Cyra traveled through the Prythian courts regularly, never settling in one place. The feeling of a new space, unfamiliar faces, and lack of attention drew her in. To outsiders, Cyra would be viewed as an introvert, but the few that knew her understood that her gifts made her acutely sensitive to how others felt and her need to help them was intense.
During her nomadic travels nearly 200 years back, Cyra ventured into the Night Court during a late night flight. It was her first time in the Night Court, and she had no understanding of the political issues between courts or the views on trespassing into new courts. Even her keen sense of emotional awareness did not pick up on the Illyrian warrior projectile nets set up near the border of the Illyrian Mountains, set to catch flying predators that were roaming Prythian. While they did not expect nor want to catch a Seraphine, the appeal of Cyra’s luminescence intrigued the warriors who decided to capture her as a prisoner.
Cyra had been fortunate that the Illyrians had left her in a cage, even after her desperate fight to free herself before they could shove her in. The white light she projected was met with brute strength and while she disabled a handful of warriors, the numbers were too great for her to fight off entirely. While some of the camp’s members decided to try to pet or pluck her white feathered wings and compare them to their own featherless wings, Cyra’s white hot light burned anyone that tried to get any closer. They had called her “Pigeon Scum” and threw seeds or nuts in her cage in the few days she was kept outside in her cage.
That is, before three Illyrian warriors showed up to the camp to investigate rumblings of a captured creature. The dark, tall wingless male, was feared by others and radiated dark, starlit power, while to other two Illyrian males were equally massive in stature and surveyed the Illyrian camp in disgust. She had to admit, it was disgusting. The camp was basically a mud pit with several training rings, a few campfires and tents, and a lot of grubby Illyrians telling lewd jokes and making fun of the female Illyrians actually running the camp.
She didn’t look much better as the three Illyrian warriors moved towards her wire cage. The dark, tall wingless male looked over her white wings now covered in dried and caked on mud, her tattered clothing courtesy of the immature Illyrian males that thought it would be amusing to poke her with sticks to see if she lit them on fire with her white light, and her matted long waves that were tangled down her back.
His eyes widened as he met her unique lilac eyes and confusion followed by recognition flashed through his face. Cyra looked away immediately, concerned that if he felt recognition, he would try to use her for some value to himself. He had to know what she was.
“Take her out,” The dark, tall wingless male demanded of the camp’s leader.
“But High Lord, she was captured only three days ago. We still haven’t learned what skills she has and how we could eliminate them to immobilize her. She put up quite a fight after we caught her,” The camp’s leader urged.
“Did you not hear your High Lord? Let.Her.Out,” The slightly larger and more battle-scarred Illyrian male said.
The camp’s leader hesitated, then removed a set of keys from his pocket and started to unlock the cage door. Cyra considered her options; immediately attempt to fly away but risk not getting anywhere with a legion of Illyrians at the camp and her own weakness from days of minimal food and water or wait for the High Lord to make demands of her.
The High Lord leaned down before Cyra could decide and she scanned his emotions. They were oddly…blank. Completely blank in fact. It was disconcerting, to say the least. She had no idea what his intentions were. He extended a hand to her dirty hand to help her stand up from her crouched cage.
“What is your name?” The High Lord asked kindly.
Cyra debated if she should even speak. She could pretend she didn’t understand him, but she sensed the High Lord was not ignorant enough to believe her. Exhausted from being on edge for days, she finally spoke.
“Cyra, High Lord.” Her eyes still not meeting his after his earlier recognition.
“Cyra. We are taking you back to the Night Court for interrogation. My shadowsinger is going to restrain you and carry you to the Hewn City. We need to know you aren’t a threat to the Night Court before we discuss why you’re here.”
“High Lord - I meant no har-“ Before Cyra could finish her statement, she saw her hands and legs bound with shadows by the third Illyrian warrior she had paid the least attention to. She now realized that was because he had been mostly hidden in shadows the whole time after the three had arrived. His emotions oozed irritation and impatience. He swiftly picked her up and she felt them winnowing before they landed with a heavy step in what appeared to be a dimly lit chamber of a well furnished room.
The chamber was windowless, which she assumed was intentional so she could not launch out a window. But somehow the room had night stars projected throughout the ceiling of the dark, obsidian walls. Several warmly lit lamps and candles illuminated the room that housed a massive table and rich, leather chairs pulled up to the round center. Cyra stood in a warrior stance as she surveyed the room until she finally noticed and felt the three Illyrians staring at her. She still hadn’t met their eyes as she spoke.
“I…I thought you’d be taking me to a torture chamber.”
“Well, that was the plan…until I saw your eyes.” The High Lord said, still projecting no emotion. Cyra’s eyes flickered up to his. What was the point of hiding them now?
“You’re a seraphine. I haven’t seen one since the war with Hybern. I thought you all were…gone.” He continued.
“That’s the point really. We want others to think we’re mostly gone. After years of being hunted and abused, it’s our right to be free to live our lives,” Cyra said, holding her chin up more as the other two Illyrians studied her. The dark, shadowy one clenched his jaw as he studied her body and wings. The larger warrior seemed less interested and more distracted by the bar table in the back of the chamber.
“I know, Cyra. We mean you no harm. I had to get you out of the Illyrian camp under the pretense of torture to avoid the Illyrians from finding out what you are,” The High Lord said.
“My name is Rhysand, I’m the High Lord of the Night Court. And this is my shadowsinger, Azriel, and my General, Cassian. You’re safe now,” Rhysand stated.
Cyra had been in enough desperate situations that she knew she’d never be safe with any High Lord of Prythian. Desperate to know their true intentions, she started scanning their emotions. The shadowsinger felt interest, wariness, and irritation. The General’s emotions were far more amiable and bordered on pity for Cyra. The High Lord’s emotions were still nebulous; he felt warm and inviting but those were not emotions. Suddenly, she heard the High Lord in her head.
You can’t read me, Cyra. I’m so heavily blockaded that I can prevent my emotions from being recognized. Cyra gasped as his voice resounded in her mind.
“Daemati…” She murmured to him and started backing away. She luckily had multiple layers of walls built in her mind, but he had easily slipped through the first layer to relay the message. She double checked and rebuilt her walls to ensure it didn’t happen again.
“You have nothing to fear from us. You’re welcome to stay in the Night Court but I do want to ask, why are you here?” He said aloud this time.
“I am constantly on the move, High Lord. It’s the only way I can stay safe. Relatively. I’ve never been here before and the stars called me from the Day Court. I have no home so I thought I’d fly here and find a place to rent temporarily. I didn’t realize there were several other winged creatures in the Night Court or that it was considered trespassing to cross across courts…” She replied.
“As I said, you’re welcome to stay, however I recommend you stay in my home in the Hewn City while you’re here. I’d hate for someone to find out you’re here and exploit your…gifts.”
“Yes, High Lord,” Cyra said, still doubting Rhysand didn’t have other motives. But what option did she have? She didn’t trust he would truly let her go without tracking her.
“I’ll have someone show you to a room. If you’ll allow us, we’d be happy to introduce you to the regions of the Night Court during your stay.”
“Yes, High Lord,” She replied.
“Please, call me Rhysand,” He spoke. As the three males began to move to lead them out of the chamber, Cyra paused, eyeing them all carefully before she spoke.
“Which Seraphine did you know, High Lo - er, Rhysand?” Cyra asked. Rhysand paused and gave her a thoughtful look before letting out a sigh.
“He was known as Nebar. We met during the First War. He…he shielded me with his white light when an enemy launched a powerblocker at me. He essentially prevented them from inactivating my weaker powers at the time before I became High Lord. I am eternally grateful. I never had a chance to thank him and have never come across another Seraphine. He…he had miraculous large white wings, very similar to yours. And his light powers were unmatched, especially for light-travel.”
“Nebar…Nebar is…was my brother, High Lord. Much older than me, but truly kind soul and one of the fiercest warriors. He was later killed in the First War when his powers were rebounded on himself. My parents never fully recovered from his death,” Cyra spoke, not sure why she was sharing this amount of information with people she could definitely not trust.
“I am sorry to hear of his loss. He’ll forever be someone important to me, and meeting you is a reminder of his legacy,” Rhysand said, placing his hand on his heart. Cyra’s heart swelled for a moment as she felt pride for her brother and family.
“Come - you must be starving. I insist you join us for dinner,” Rhysand said, holding his hand out for her. She tried desperately to read his emotions and Rhysand must have felt her prodding because suddenly she was immersed in them. He opened some sort of mind wall for her. She was flooded with compassion, sympathy, warmth, care - nothing of nefarious or sexual nature. Purely familial.
She felt she could trust him despite not knowing him. While she was still wary, she looked at the other two Illyrians who had seemed to perk up from listening to their discussion, and even the shadowsinger tipped the edges of his lips up in an effort to encourage her to join them.
“I need to know everything about these massive wings. But Cyra, if you’re going to join the inner circle for dinner, you desperately need to a bath before meeting Mor and Amren,” Cassian said.
Cyra blushed as her eyes grazed her clothing and dirty arms, wings…everything. She smirked and nodded as they moved out of the chamber.
Cyra chuckled to herself as she entered Velaris air space and thought about her first time in the Night Court. So formal. So afraid. So much had changed since then. She thought back to how to met Rhysand and his fellow Illyrians – Cassian and Azriel. Azriel. Her mate. She repeated over and over to herself.
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After her first visit to the Night Court, Cyra had periodically returned every few years to stay for a month or two with Rhysand and his family. Cyra quickly fit in as a little sister of sorts. Rhys was oddly protective of her, probably because of her relation to Nebar.
Sometimes her visit durations would stretch longer, but whenever she returned, it was home for her. Velaris was not introduced to her until she had known Rhys for over 20 years, and even then, he made her swear multiple times to complete secrecy. But he had known she would love Velaris. And thus she continued to visited when she needed to see the glittering night sky. Rhys had also introduced her to his mate, Feyre, nearly 12 years ago after the war with Hybern had ended and she had safely returned to Velaris after fighting remotely to help forces find weaknesses among Hybern’s army.
Feyre was perfect was Rhys. There was no denying their chemistry. And it was a testament to the strength of their relationship that Feyre welcomed Cyra to their home during their first meeting. Rhysand had explained Cyra’s importance to Feyre as a “little sister” and they’d grown to bond over their interest in live music (which helped drown out the emotions Cyra would feel from others) and good wine.
As she spent more time with the inner circle during her years in Velaris, she grew to love Cassian’s banter that made the overgrown brute have a whimsical, childlike personality that was infectious to those around him. While she definitely sat on the introverted side of the personality spectrum, she cherished his ability to make her feel included and welcome.
Azriel on the other hand was mostly aloof and pining after Mor or any number of other females between fulfilling his Night Court duties and focusing on his own personal interests over the years. While he was cordial to Cyra, he made no greater effort to befriend her and largely kept their interactions to the training ring.
Cyra suspected Azriel had a dark side to him in many ways, especially after the abuse he faced for his childhood. She also gathered he might have unique desires when it came to sexual partners. While she had never spoken to him about it, the emotions he felt while staring at a female of interest were on another level compared to most males she observed at bars or clubs. Azriel’s arousal emotions were intense, passionate, and all-consuming. Whenever possible, she tried to block him out, as it felt like an intrusion on his privacy.
And she thought he was….stunning. Quite possibly the most handsome male she’d ever seen. But his lack of interest in even talking to her spoke volumes. She knew she was out of his league, despite the legion of males who tried to grab her attention at Rita’s when the inner circle did make an appearance. She wasn’t so obtuse to believe that Azriel wouldn’t be captured by someone of exceptional beauty who would need his help, in some way. And she would never need his help. It was a vow she made to herself. She didn’t want Azriel or anyone to feel obligated to protect or save her from any situation.
Cyra’s own views on fae intimate relationships were rather demure. She wasn’t necessarily against finding a partner that could fulfill her sexually and mentally, but the opportunity just never materialized. Seraphines were open about intimacy and felt very little shame when it came sexually fulfillment. But she moved around too much and was far too isolated to spend enough time to grow any sort of attachment beyond the Night Court’s inner circle.
She had had partners before, but they never lasted more than a few months and frequently her emotional reading would interfere. And the idea of a mating bond was impossible to Cyra. Her understanding was that seraphines only mated with other seraphines to preserve the bloodlines, so her shock when she felt the bond was jarring, to say the least.
But back to her mate. The mating bond had waited over 200 years to kick in. And it didn’t snap the way she was always told it did. She had assumed if she ever did have a mating bond, it would snap with someone she’d just met. Not someone she’d know for 200 years.
During one of her regular visits to Velaris 10 years ago, she’d been sparring with Cassian in the training ring to work off some of the power her light energy built up. It was hard for her to explain to others, but if she didn’t train, her light energy would build up and itch her palms. If it was not dispelled, the itch would start to inch up her arms and throughout her body until it bordered on pain.
Fortunately, exercise was a guaranteed way to dispel the energy. They’d been sparring for an hour when Nesta Archeron, Feyre’s sister and Cassian’s mate, entered the training ring.
“Cass - we promised Emerie. We’re supposed to meet her in 30 minutes at Sea and Salt. And I’m starving. Is there anyway you could cut your training short? Sorry, Cyra,” Nesta asked, looking slightly apologetic at Cyra.
“Go Cassian - I can finish up here alone. It’s no problem at all,” Cyra smiled back at them both, panting between breaths.
“Are you sure you worked off enough light?” Cassian inquired.
“If not, I’ll do some blast training. It’s been a while anyway. Go enjoy lunch with Emerie,” She said, nodding her head towards the House so Cassian could get ready. Blast training helped her funnel her light into sharp streams that created a more dangerous impact on the receiving side.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Cassian asked as he unraveled his sparring wraps. This was the part Cyra hated. Having to make excuse for her antisocial tendencies and preference to find her own room, curl up in bed with a glass of wine, and read a new book.
“I…you know….maybe next…” She muttered before she was cut off by a deep voice.
“I’ll keep training with Cyra. I need to work off some steam anyway,” Azriel said, appearing suddenly in the training ring as he wrapped his hands. Where had he come from and why hadn’t Cyra heard him? She shook her head trying to dispel the shock of him appearing out of thin air and more importantly, offering to train with her one-on-one. He’d never done that before.
“I mean…are you sure Azriel? No pressure. I’m happy to use the punching bag or do blast training in the mountains…” Cyra said, trailing off.
“No. Let’s go. Ready?” He said curtly, starting his warrior stance jumps. Cassian and Nesta said their goodbyes before heading in the House to prepare for lunch.
Azriel was laser focused on Cyra’s hands as he started moving around the training ring.
Get it together, Cyra. You look like a blubbering fool with your mouth gaping open that HE would train with YOU, she thought.
Cyra took a deep breath before improving her focus and circling Azriel in return. They slowly collided and started throwing punches. She knew he was holding back, but she considered it a good thing since she wasn’t sure her body or heart could keep composed while this close to him. His smell seeped into the area between then and she swore it called to her. Salt and amber.
What was she saying? This was Azriel. A male who had no interest in her and had been involved with multiple females in Velaris, include Elain, Feyre’s sister, and possibly a Gwyn, a red-headed priestess who worked at the library.
She returned her focus to Azriel’s punches as she shielded herself from his onslaught and ducked to miss a jab aimed right for her cheek. It had unfortunately been a trick, and his other fist quickly met her jaw as he punched harder than intended.
“Fuck, Azriel. Cauldron BOIL me,” Cyra squealed.
She had to get in control before he either completely stopped sparring her or landed a much worse jab that would take her out.
“Sorry…” He muttered, sheepishly but continued. “Maybe you should return from La-La land and focus on what your training has taught you. Or has that all been some sort of facade to mask your inability to properly fight?” He prodded, smirking slightly as he gave her some breathing space before returning to his fighting stance.
The teasing did nothing but incite fury in Cyra. Whenever anyone called her weak, she immediately responded with determination and a hint of violence. She lunged at him while he still had the half grin on his face that was quickly replaced with confusion and then surprise as she took him down, pinning him on the ground straddling his waist as she tried to jab at his face.
“Cyra…stop…that was a dirty move,” he spoke between blocking her punches. She reviewed the current situation and determined he could handle what she was serving, so she continued with the punches. In effort to get free, he tried to lock one of his legs around hers so he could flip her over, but she gripped his waist tighter with her thighs. She tried to immobilize one of his hands by locking down his wrists with her light power and guided them to tie around each wrist and hold him down.
“No…powers…” He muttered as he struggled against her hold. Cyra smiled as she looked down at Azriel, pinned to the ground with no ability to retaliate. His shadows had started to ooze from his chest as they fought to help free him against her light power and she knew his struggle would over soon when he fought full-force and overpowered her.
And it was at that exact moment that something…happened. A pulling sensation radiated from her chest, urging her to move herself lower to his groin and grind herself. The scent of his sweat, combined with his natural smell was an instant aphrodisiac to her. Her skin pricked and every brush of his skin against hers set her on fire.
What is happening? She thought, as the need to have him as her own consumed her. She wanted to dominate him. To make him cry her name as he came underneath her. To feel him hold her down and force her to submit to him. To watch him come undone at her hand, mouth, body and for him to be only hers. The scenarios were endless. She didn’t care who was watching or where they were. She had to have him.
“Cyra…what is it? Are you alright?” He asked, furrowing his brow as he noticed her sudden release of his wrists and vacancy in her eyes. The question snapped Cyra out of her trance. He hadn’t picked up on her arousal yet, as Cyra mainly felt confusion and concern radiate from him.
“Yea, I’m fine,” She said avoiding his eyes as she stood up and released him from her straddle. She quickly distanced herself from him and moved to the other side of the training ring. She had to get away from him before he smelled her arousal.
“That was a decent move but you didn’t play fair, using your light power. Want to go again but this time try to control yourself? If you want to get on top of me, you’re going to have to do it with fighting skills.” He playfully teased.
Cyra didn’t even have time to register what he said before she unhid her wings and shot into the sky.
No…NO. This cannot be happening, she thought.
She’d never seen Azriel in that way. Mainly because it wasn’t possible he would reciprocate the feelings. Of course he was stunningly beautiful and he had the body of a God, but Azriel would never look twice at her. Much less consider her an equal or his mate. She had never seen him that way because she had never allowed herself to consider the possibility that they could ever be anything.
Fuck. FUCK, she thought, panicking as her breathing didn’t stabilize and her wings tried to lift her as swiftly as possible with little oxygen reserve.
He could never know. He could NEVER know. After years of hiding from virtually everyone, the thought of love, much less a mating bond, was unfathomable. The thought of getting close to someone scared her to her core. The vulnerability and likelihood of losing anyone close to her was palpable and crushing.
She could not go back. This would have to be it. She’d never see her friends or Azriel again. She could not pursue Azriel and put his life in danger. She also could not be crushed by the weight of his rejection. She flew straight East, not questioning where she was going or where she would land. She just had to get away from him. She worried he would pursue her and think this was part of spar, but he hadn’t. He’d likely been too confused, so she just kept flying to get as far away as she could.
Chapter 3
Summary:
Hope you enjoy! Gwynriel fans, don't hate me <3 I love Gwyn.
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Cyra flew and flew without even looking at where she was going. She flew purely on instinct, which luckily she could manage. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been flying. After her sudden departure that morning, Rhys had tried to communicate with her after Azriel informed him of the bizarre interaction with Cyra. Rhys’s attempts were futile; Cyra’s mind walls had been so firmly locked and in place with the chaos swirling through her that he hadn’t been able to get a message through. She had always had an exception block but she rarely blocked him out completely. In fact, he couldn’t recall I time when she had before.
But she could not tell him or anyone what had happened. Mates were coveted; anyone who found out would try to encourage their union and she was certain that should be avoided.
Sex. It was just a sexual response, Cyra. You don’t need him. You can be stronger than the mating bond. It is just the Mother attempting to gain more seraphine-fae offspring, she rationalized to herself.
She didn’t even know if it was possible for a seraphine and Illyrian to procreate given the…wing challenges.
Why am I even considering this? It’s never going to happen, she chastised.
After flying for what felt like 8 hours straight, Cyra landed in a deserted field of the Illyrian Mountains and the heavy sobs escaped her breath as the emotional release of finding her mate finally hit her. Her urge to consummate her relationship with Azriel pulsed against her chest, even miles away from him. How does anyone live like this? She thought.
She couldn’t understand how the Mother would “bless" her with such an unlikely and improbable match. Other fae never discussed how the mating bond could set up two individuals for failure but she anticipated that was her case; she knew there was no way Azriel could reciprocate her sudden feelings that were a product of the bond. Her desire for him flooded her, but beyond that, she was in denial that she felt the strong urge to know him.
Had she truly overlooked him these 200 years? Had she been so blind? He had been through so much and was quite possibly the most loyal member of the inner circle with the most similar personality to her own. Her hyperventilating continued as she wildly shook her hands in an effort to calm down and get her breathing under control. Get a grip, Cyra. You are stronger than this. You’ve survived over 300 years alone, she thought.
CYRA, PLEASE ANSWER ME. Are you ok? Rhys’s voice suddenly echoed in her mind.
Cyra silently cursed as she realized her first mental wall had come crashing down as she began hyperventilating moments ago. She had to control her mind before responding to Rhysand. She counted to four on her inhale, then eight on her exhale to practice mindful breathing. She could do this. She had too. Otherwise the inner circle and Azriel might suspect what happened. Once her breathing had slowed down and the spots in her eyes were fading, she closed her eyes and went into her mental space to respond.
Yes, Rhys, I’m ok. I just wasn’t feeling well and needed to get away from the house, Cyra replied.
Azriel said you left suddenly when you were sparring. What did he say to you? Rhys asked. The feeling of nausea or loss of control started to resurface when she heard his name, so she took another deep and methodical breath.
What? Nothing, Rhys. I didn’t leave because of anything Azriel did or said, she responded. It was technically true, but she didn’t know if Rhys would buy her story.
When are you coming back? You’ve only been in Velaris for 2 days. Feyre was hoping to spend some more time with you and Nyx, he asked, his tone still laced with concern.
I…I’m not sure. Hopefully soon. Please convey my apologies to Feyre. I want that too, she thought.
Cyra…don’t do this. I know you’re trying to put distance. What happened? You can tell me. Let me help, he pleaded. She could almost feel Rhys pacing, wherever he was. He’d lost his whole family through the power battles with the Spring Court lord. She knew they leaned on each other for the family they didn’t have. It crushed her to feel his stress, but her overwhelming emotion was panic as she was reminded of the mating bond.
Cyra’s mind swirled as she considered her options for preserving her friendship with the Inner Circle and more importantly, Rhysand. In her mind, she could think of a few options. First, she could completely abandon the Night Court and start somewhere new where no one would know her, especially Court leadership. Or, she could go on a quest to find more seraphines, although that plan was probably unwise, as they typically didn’t want to be found or live in groups. Lastly, she could find a way to to manage the mating bond without destroying her relationship with the Night Court.
Yes, that is the only option, she thought. If she could find a way to periodically visit the Night Court, she could check in on the only family she had while testing the waters with Azriel. She refused to believe that meant she had some sliver of hope that the mating bond would be reciprocated.
She vowed to herself she would not pursue the mating bond, as hard as it was, unless he initiated the effort. That would mean he would have to recognize the bond, which could take years or simply never happen. Then, he would need to pursue her in some way. Reminding herself of that possibility helped her eventually settle her heart and decrease her panicked state.
She would wait a few days and then return to the Night Court.
I’ll be back in a few days, Rhys. Please don’t worry, she thought to Rhys. She felt acknowledgement on his side and then shut the last of her mental walls before resolving to gain control of her body and mind while finding shelter in the Illyrian mountains until she returned to Velaris.
***10 years later***
Cyra had returned to Velaris every year since the mating bond snapped nearly 10 years prior. And each year, she subtly tracked the emotions of the Inner Circle and especially those of Azriel. But each visit was…unremarkable.
Why would the mating bond snap for one person and not the other? How did this make sense to the Mother? She rationalized.
As much as she wanted to believe that she didn’t want to consummate the mating bond, deep down, Cyra knew she was looking traces…hints of acknowledgement from Azriel that they had something unique between them.
The utter lack of anything told her that her initial suspicions were right; Cyra was never meant to be with Azriel because they were ill-matched.
As much as her heart pounded when she saw him, and the urge to graze his fingers or swipe as his hair surged in her body, she fought it and tried to distract herself. That usually meant training alone - blast training of her light power, light traveling, and deep meditation to keep her mind at ease while her heart pulsed for the mating bond.
Each time her yearly visit to Velaris came to a close, Cyra felt a combination of relief and sadness. Relief that the mating bond’s strength would fade as she relocated far away, and sadness that he still felt absolutely nothing for her.
Their interactions over the past 10 years had improved, but Cyra and Azriel were too similar in many ways. They both kept to themselves and focused on physical activity to overcome any mental anguish.
Cyra suspected Feyre and Rhys might think something was going on, but she knew they hadn’t figured out that Azriel was her mate yet. Their focus was largely on her reactions to her surroundings in Velaris, as they tried to figure out why she could never be 100% comfortable at Inner Circle meetings.
As Cyra approached Velaris for her yearly visit, she felt those familiar dark talons claw gently at her mental wall.
Is it true? Cyra Casteer is gracing us with her presence? Rhys teased. He must have had some shield around the City that detected incoming flying objects and fae. Cyra laughed to herself and to his use of her full name.
The one and only, Rhys. Did you miss me? How does it feel to have an 11 year old son now? She asked.
We both missed you, Cyra. Feyre has asked about you at least 3 times in the last month. And I’m not ready to discuss Nyx approaching the age to attend Illyrian training. It has been…a point of contention between Feyre and I. Part of me thinks I should just get Cassian and Azriel to kick his ass for a few years, but then he’ll be seen as the spoiled High Lord’s heir. How far are you from the River House? Rhys responded.
Probably another 10 minutes, but I think I’ll just stay at the House of Wind tonight if there is a free room. I’d like to train in the morning before coming over to spend the day with you all. I sent a letter to Cassian and Nesta a few weeks ago, she responded.
Of course - Cassian and Nesta are actually away right now doing some emissary work to the Summer Court in hopes that Cassian can repair his relationship with Tarquin after his…outburst years ago. The House should be empty. Come for breakfast tomorrow after you train, he said.
Cyra sent acknowledgement to Rhys as she veered towards the House of Wind, ready to give her wings a much needed break in the expansive bathtub of the guest room.
She landed at the front door and shook out her wings to brush off any dampness from the sky’s humidity and then hid them using her light power as she approached the front door. The house looked vacant and dark from the outside and she sighed with relief. She needed time to decompress before seeing the Inner Circle, as excited as she was to catch up with them. She needed time to prepare for her mate.
As she approached the door, she heard an odd, faint sound projecting from in the house. It sounded like a female’s cry. She frowned as she unsheathed a dagger strapped to her thigh and moved into the house in a crouched, hidden stance. She slowly entered the front door and maneuvered silently through the entry way into the main hallway.
She stepped around the corner of the hall into the primary living space when she saw them: sweaty, naked and panting. It was…Azriel. And a female with long red hair and a divinity robe untied from her body and loosely hanging down. She was perched on the bar’s counter facing the middle of the living space, and Azriel was standing between her legs…thrusting into her. Her body was arched against his in pleasure. It was Gwyn.
His naked body was clutched to hers, as his face dipped to her neck and kissed her there. The priestess’s head was tipped back, mouth slightly open, as she lightly moaned with each of his thrusts. Sweat dripped down Azriel’s body as one hand gripped the female’s waist and the other tightened on her collarbone as he thrusted more frantically. Cyra stared at the two of them in shock for probably only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity to her as her heart pulsed in fury and her mind tried to make sense of what she was seeing.
It was at that moment that several things happened. Cyra watched as Azriel’s shadows started to flurry around him and in her general direction as they recognized an intruder. His head whipped up and towards the main hallway, and she ducked before he had a chance to see any part of her. She heard muffled sounds as he started to pull away from the priestess while she protested.
“Az…what..? Why are you…” she trailed off as he lightly quieted her and start moving towards to the hallway.
Cyra knew he sensed someone was in the House so as quietly as she could, she light-traveled out of the house to a random street in Velaris. Rhysand’s wards prevented winnowing but they weren’t spelled to stop light travelers, since the skill was pretty much extinct.
Cyra clutched her neck as she tried to breath after what she saw. She had to go somewhere off the main road in case Azriel tried to find her.
She ran to the nearest alley and clutched the wall as she felt so many things. Hurt. Anguish. Physical pain. Lust. Envy. Fury. The priestess was beautiful and kind; she knew what Azriel saw in her. She couldn’t even blame him for finding sexual release or worse, companionship from her. They were well paired when she really thought about it.
But that didn’t stop every bone in her body from physically reacting to seeing her mate in the throes of passion with another female. She wanted to stab him and covet him at the same time. The mating bond infuriated her. It made her have a weakness that was all-consuming and taking over her life. Even after fighting it for 10 years, the rush of emotion that came when it snapped flooded her again, stronger than ever.
She was going to hyperventilate if she didn’t find a way to distract herself. She could either run away again, or try to find it in herself to calm down. She needed a private space. One without the Inner Circle, who she would face tomorrow. She looked around the street she was on and noticed a small Inn that had a vacancy sign.
She headed to the Inn and fortunately was able to get a room with a private bathroom so she could bathe and recover from her journey. Her belongings were being held in a pocket realm, so she summoned new clothes while she prepared for a bath.
Deep breaths, Cyra. You emotions will not be controlled by a man, she said to herself. Just as the words entered her head, she saw a flashback to Azriel thrusting in the female in utter pleasure and she shuddered. It should be her, not this other female. Why didn’t she get to have that?
Her negative thoughts spiraled as she tried to regain control.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow is a new day, Cyra, she calmed herself. She closed her eyes and laid her head back on the tubs edge as she willed the events of the day away. When sleep finally claimed her after entering her bed, she hoped that she could remain peaceful during her visit to Velaris.
Chapter 4
Summary:
I love their tension :)
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The nausea Cyra felt from the time she woke up was only getting stronger as she approached the River House to join breakfast. She didn’t know who would be there and if Azriel was, she didn’t know if he had figured out that she had been at the House of Wind the prior night.
She raised her hand to knock on the door but before she could, Feyre answered with a gleaming smile.
“It’s about time you gave me some female company other than my sisters. I’m being overrun with testosterone,” she said, beaming with pleasure.
“Feyre. It’s wonderful to see you.” She gave her friend a warm hug and then nervously rubbed her hands on her pants. She had dressed simply to avoid attention - black leggings, black boots, and a loose cream sweater that highlighted her equally light and luminescent hair. She had swiped makeup under her eyes to cover up the dark shadows building from tossing and turning all night.
“How was your trip? How many times did you need to light-travel?” Feyre asked.
“Er…well I flew the whole way here actually,” She replied.
“You FLEW from the Day Court? Mother above…you must be exhausted. How was the House of Wind and your training this morning?” Feyre asked, as they walked into the foyer together.
Cyra marveled at the new artistic creations Feyre had decorated in the entrance way. This house was truly a palace for them, as they deserved.
“Cyra wasn’t at the House. Azriel said he stayed there instead of the townhouse and he hadn’t seen her yet,” Rhysand said, coming into the foyer to greet Cyra. He opened his arms for a hug and Cyra graciously reciprocated while trying to avoid acknowledging that Azriel was either at the River House or had spoken to Rhys about her this morning. Rhys leaned in close.
“So…where did you stay little Seraphine?” He teased, staring her down and giving her a pat on the head.
She glared at him and swatted his hand away.
“Well if you must know, High Lord, I decided to stay at the Inn in Velaris,” She returned.
“While I know the Inn is cozy…why the change of heart on the House?” He prodded, crossing his arms and standing back up straight. She sighed, trying to think of an excuse for why she could have been at the Inn.
“I…wanted to stroll the streets in Velaris and my wings were so tired. I just decided it was easier to stay in town and walk over to the River House this morning.” Rhys eyed her skeptically. In effort to change the subject, Cyra pulled Rhys and Feyre’s hands before they started heading to the dining room.
“I want to tell you both, that I hope it’s understood that I can help the Night Court when I visit. If there is any way I can be of service…whether that means using my light-tracking powers or assisting with missions. Honestly, a job would help distract me from my own head,” she said sheepishly.
Rhys considered thoughtfully and looked at Feyre. She could tell they were exchanging thoughts silently.
“Thank you, Cyra. We’re grateful that you visit us. We’ll consider your offer,” Feyre said.
“Come. It’s time for breakfast. Elain made biscuits especially for you. She knows you love the chive and cheddar ones. And I need your tips for flying long distances,” Feyre mused as she linked arms with Cyra and pulled her into the dining room.
Cyra smiled politely as she stumbled behind Feyre into the dining room with Rhys following close behind. She sucked in a breath as she surveyed the guests mingling or seated at the table.
Mor and Amren were sipping mugs of some warm liquid and congregating around one corner of the table, while Elain was setting plates on the table. Elain gave her a warm greeting and hug and then moved to return to the kitchen to grab more dishes. She nodded at Mor and Amren.
Azriel was already seated at the table, reading through documents stacked on his plate. His eyes tracked up to her at her arrival but he said nothing as she entered the room. He glanced back down at what he was reading. Feyre noted the interaction and looked between them both as she guided Cyra to the other side of the tables.
Cyra’s heart pounded. She had expected either a casual hello and hug as he usually did, or some conversation. But she got nothing from him.
This is going to be a long month, she thought.
Her eyes grazed over him again as Rhys approached Azriel and studied some of the documents he was reviewing. Feyre guided Cyra to a seat across the table from Azriel and started chatting about how Nyx was out with his friends, probably trying to winnow (and failing).
Cyra tried to focus on what Feyre was saying, but she couldn’t help but eavesdrop on Azriel and Rhys’s discussion.
“…so you think there is a kelpie that escaped the Bog of Oorid? We haven’t heard of any since Nesta visited the Middle,” Rhys asked quietly.
“It’s hard to say. There are three reports that a kelpie-like creature tried to lure Illyrian children near a lake’s border with the Night Court. Fortunately none were taken. That’s too far from The Middle to assume it’s a kelpie. Regardless, it is concerning,” Azriel replied.
“I think you should check it out,” Rhys’s voice quieted even more. “And if Cyra is up for it, you should take her. Seraphines can sense kelpies before they surface from water and immobilize them with a light blast. It would greatly help any effort to take one down. Let me ask her though.”
“No. I will go alone.” Azriel replied, cutting off Rhys before he could move towards the table.
“This isn’t your decision. I can’t risk something happening to you, and Cyra has offered to help our Court in any way she can. But it’s her choice,” He said, stepping away.
Cyra brought her attention back to Feyre and smiled warmly as Feyre started serving her some of her favorite foods. She stared at the food as the others sat and began eating the wide array of pastries and egg dishes prepared by Nuala, Cerridwen, and Elain.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t hungry, but eating while her anxiety peaked was nearly impossible. Being this close in proximity to Azriel, who was going out of his way to straight up ignore her, was killing her inside. She tried to read his emotions but they were shut down - he had somehow blocked her out or was he too focused on his reading to have any emotions? The mating bond pulsed loudly in her heart and rang in her ears as she contemplated why he was blocking her.
She leaned over to Feyre who was sitting next to her and said, “Feyre, please excuse me for a moment, I just need to wash my hands before I eat.” Feyre nodded as Cyra stood up and walked out as swiftly as she could without drawing attention to herself.
Once she reached the bathroom, she clenched her hands on the sink and looked at herself in the mirror after turning the running water on.
You fool. This situation has gotten infinitely worse. This has to be the LAST time you visit Velaris, she said to herself before standing to pace the bathroom. She knew she couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever without garnering attention from the group.
Why does he have NO emotions? Did Rhys teach him how to block me? She thought, rubbing her face to try to will away the mating bond-induced anxiety. Taking a deep breath, she resolved to go back and join the others. She had to eat something if she was going to physically remain strong.
She flushed the toilet for dramatic effect and turned the running water off before slowly opening the door and stepping out.
As she rounded the corner before the dining room, someone’s emotions hit her before she could smell and sense the person. Raw anger bordering on hatred. Betrayal. Fury.
She clutched her breath as she felt herself being pulled by her wrist into a small room near the foyer before the door shut and she was immersed in darkness.
Not just darkness. Shadows.
Her power went straight to her palms to flare light, but her heart resisted as if it recognized the source of the shadowy darkness. Her mate.
She felt herself being pushed against a wall and wrists held in front of her with one of his hands. Through the darkness, she heard his voice.
“I know you were there last night. I know it was you. Care to explain why you were watching me and my girlfriend?” He seethed into her ear.
She felt his cool breath near her face but she struggled to see anything as the cloudy shadows made the room murky and dense.
“I…I didn’t mean…it was an accident. I didn’t know you’d be there. In fact, Rhys told me it was vacant,” She replied breathlessly. Her body fought to get closer to him as her mind hated the control he had over her. She couldn’t believe she liked the restraint he had on her wrists.
“I smelled you. Your sickly sweet, jasmine scent is hard to miss. And like a coward, you snuck away before I could confront you for watching us,” he said. She knew seraphines had a unique scent, but no one had ever confirmed it for her until now.
“I wasn’t watching you. I was in shock. I wasn’t expecting you and the priestess to be FUCKING each other in the living room. Mother above, couldn’t you have used any of the six bedrooms in the House of Wind?” She scowled, twisting her wrists and shoving him away. She knew he had let her go intentionally, but she ignored that fact and tried to put distance between them.
The shadows started to clear as she saw his eyes through the darkness. His brows were still furrowed angrily but he was starting to cool down.
“Listen, Cyra. I have never trusted you. I’ve given you the benefit of the doubt because Rhys seems to think there is something special about you. But I can see that something is…off about you. Watch what you say or think, especially around Gwyn. She’s been through enough - she doesn’t deserve your judgement or criticism because you decided to act on your voyeuristic tendencies.”
“I don’t think I said anything about Gwyn. She deserves better than you, that’s for sure. And like I said before, I wasn’t intentionally watching you!” Cyra seethed, gritting her teeth as she bordered on growling. She continued.
“Whatever you have against me is your own problem. I’ve done nothing to you. In fact, I’ve avoided you at all costs. And will continue to do so based on this interaction.”
“Great. We’re on the same page. Rhys is coming - if he asks you to join me on a mission, SAY. NO. Understood?” He said, with a fake grin on his face. Before Cyra could respond, Rhys’s emotional distress entered her mind. She felt his confusion laced with hope.
By the time Rhys entered the small room, Azriel was across it, spinning a globe around as Cyra stared at him with her arms crossed.
“Er…am I interrupting something?” He asked looking between them.
“No…Cyra was just showing me all the places on the map she’s traveled over the last year. Right, Cyra?” He smirked at her, meeting her eyes with a slight bit of tension telling her to agree.
“That’s right. I was telling him about all the dating adventures I’ve had. Particularly how I realized that men are pigs,” she replied, emphasizing the end of her sentence.
Rhys chuckled before changing the subject, “I need to talk to you about a particular mission I could use your help on. I know you only offered a few hours ago, but there is something we could use your unique skills for.”
Still staring at Azriel, Cyra replied, “Of course, Rhys. Anything I can do to help.” Azriel seethed silently as he blew out a breath of air.
“Good. Are you familiar with kelpies?” Rhys asked. Cyra’s eyes flickered to Rhys.
“Unfortunately, yes. I tracked a few down for Thesan over 200 years ago. They’re horrific creatures but I have a significant advantage around them. They’re pretty much immobilized in my presence.”
“Would you be willing to go with Azriel to investigate near the Night Court border? It will require some camping to stake the situation out.”
“Of course, I’d be happy to,” She smiled warmly at Rhys.
“Great. You two should prepare to leave in the next three days,” Rhys said. Azriel met Cyra’s eyes one last time before heading to the door to walk back to the dining table.
Fuckity fuck fuck. This is going to be a disaster. But I’ll be damned if he thinks he can control me, she sighed to herself as she headed back to the breakfast table with Rhys.
Chapter 5
Notes:
First, thank you so much for your sweet comments!! They make my day. I think I should also share the I know nothing about mythological creatures and made up my version of seraphines. I'm sure I'm butchering it, so just bare with me for the core story. I appreciate you!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Fortunately for Cyra, the next three days flew by. Her preparations for the mission included visiting Emerie’s store to get Illyrian leathers custom made (insisted upon by Feyre), working with Nuala and Cerridwen to prepare a camping food sack, and rummaging through her pocket realm for the correct weapons to adorn.
Cyra laid them out on the rug by her bed in the River House guest room, tryin to find matching straps for the ones she was sure she wanted to bring. Her room looked like a battle zone at the moment.
“Ah…my favorite pastime. Choosing the weapons needed to prevent all the ways to be killed,” Feyre said smiling while she leaned on the open entry door.
“Hey Feyre,” Cyra grinned back as her friend entered the room and flopped on the bed across from the weapons.
“I brought you some freshly baked oatmeal cookies that I stole from Elain. I figured they’d help get you out whatever funk you’re in,” Feyre smirked.
“I’m not in a…funk. I’m…focused. Determined, even,” She said to Feyre, who gave her a knowing look.
“After the awkward breakfast yesterday and Rhys putting you straight to work, I wouldn’t blame you if you were in a funk,” she replied.
“It’s fine, really. I offered. I’ve been crashing Rhys’s homes for the past 200 years. It’s probably time I repay the favor…you know, I’ve had to refresh my memory on how to kill kelpie. I had all these special weapons stored away and couldn’t recall which pocket realm I stored them in,” Cyra continued.
“I once threatened to send Rhys to a pocket realm if he didn’t stop bothering me,” Feyre smirked. Cyra chuckled lightly as she felt emotions projecting towards her from Feyre. Curiosity. Wonder. Hope.
“Ok Feyre, what do you want to know?” She said shooting Feyre a knowing glance while organizing her weapons.
“I just…about that awkward breakfast. I noticed some…tension between you and Azriel yesterday. Is there something I need to be concerned about?”
“Concerned, how?” Cyra asked, not meeting Feyre’s eyes.
“I just mean…did he do something or say something to you? Years ago, you left suddenly after you sparred with Azriel. And then this visit, you arrive for breakfast and you guys are barely speaking. Don’t get me wrong, I think he’s the ass here. But I’m curious what caused his reaction yesterday when you walked in,” She said contemplatively.
Cyra thought about how to respond. She couldn’t tell Feyre the full truth but she could share the partial truth which would be the easiest path to prevent overcomplicating the situation. She sighed.
“I…I walked in on Azriel at the House of Wind…doing something. Just a few days ago when I arrived,” Cyra said, her voice trailing off.
Feyre propped her upper body up, almost bracing for what she was about to learn. “What was he doing?”
“He and Gwyn were…they were engaged in…oh fuck it. They were pounding each others brains out.” Cyra sighed, falling face down on the bed and lightly screaming into her pillow. She rolled over and grabbed one of the oatmeal cookies to shove in her mouth.
Feyre’s mouth gaped open as she stared at Cyra and exclaimed, “WHAAAAT? Wait. WHAT?!”
“Shhh…no one else knows. Although probably the whole house knows now based on your reaction. And needless to say, he was not pleased to see me. Even more than usual. He actually had the balls to accuse me of SPYING on them. How completely ridiculous is that? I mean, if I wanted to see couples grinding on each other, I’d go to one of the night clubs in Velaris…I mean what the fuck, why were they just out there for all to…” Cyra trailed off, rambling.
“Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. You saw Azriel. With GWYN? Where exactly were they in the House? And what position were they in? Did you see him fully naked? Is it really as big as they say?” Feyre asked.
“FEYRE! I…can we not…no I did not see his…Mother above…” Cyra said, further smothering herself with her pillow.
“I need an extremely specific description of what happened. Start from the beginning. I get NO gossip these days so try to remember every detail,” Feyre continued. Cyra rolled her eyes and could see Feyre was enjoying every second of this.
“They were…they were joined on the bar in the living room. Gwyn looked like she had come from work since she was still in her priestess robes. They seemed…to be enjoying themselves,” Cyra sputtered out. Her heart fluttering at the mention of their pleasure. The mating bond was not happy about what she saw. Jealousy raged in her heart as she tried to push down the why me thoughts.
“So you didn’t get a glimpse of it at least? Pity…I really would like some wingspan verification,” Feyre said, wiggling her eyebrows. Cyra smacked her shoulder playfully.
“So he basically hates me now and is accusing me of somehow trying to make Gwyn look bad. Which doesn’t even make sense. I haven’t told a soul…until you. Nor would I,” Cyra said.
“Cyra, I don’t know what to tell you. Azriel is fiercely loyal and protective. And honestly, I’m still in shock he was with Gwyn. Gwyn is wonderful, don’t get me wrong. I just thought their fling was over a few years ago.”
“Wait, what? They had a fling? I know he had previously pursued Gwyn…and Elain,” Cyra asked, cringing slightly at the mention of Feyre’s sister.
“Don’t worry about it, Cyra. Elain is courting Lucien now, so we’ve all moved on from the Elain/Azriel drama. But yea, they were together on and off for a few years. I think Azriel helped her work through some of her prior issues with being around people. He was able to help her return to society and tour public places again. But in the end, she decided she wanted to work in the Day Court libraries and moved there. I didn’t even know she was back in town. Last time she was here was around the last time you visited this past year,” Feyre said.
“That’s..odd. He called her his girlfriend.” Cyra choked out.
“Ha! That is doubtful. After their fling, Gwyn realized Azriel was way too obsessed with the mating bond and decided she had to find a reason to get away from him. He thought it would snap with her one day but it has yet to materialize. She realized he was holding on to that idea instead of focusing on their core relationship,” Feyre said, shrugging and leaning back to touch one of Cyra’s daggers.
“So why would he call her his girlfriend?”
“I don’t think he’s ever fully gotten over Gwyn. Nesta and Cassian got back a few hours ago so I’ll ask Nesta if she knows when Gwyn is heading back to Day. Regardless, don’t let it get to you. I really don’t want for Azriel to ruin your mission with his own self-loathing. He’s been through a lot but whatever issues he has have nothing to do with you. I promise. He is a good person, and once he realizes how amazing you are, you’ll be added to his circle of trust,” Feyre said.
“I’m beginning to question if I want that. Why would he have so much open hostility towards me?” Cyra inquired.
“That…I don’t know.” Feyre sighed. “Want me to have Rhys break into his mind?” Feyre teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
Cyra chuckled before saying, “No, I don’t need any more reason for him to despise me. And anyway, I’m pretty sure you could do that, Ms. Daemati…”
Feyre squeezed Cyra’s hand before saying, “We really, really, appreciate your help on this mission. And when you come back, we’re going to celebrate your return to Velaris properly. Maybe I’ll take you to one of those clubs you mentioned so you can get all your voyeuristic tendencies out,” Feyre teased, winking at her.
“For the 100th time, I AM NOT voyeuristic!!”
***
Cyra’s head pounded as they walked through the edge of the forest of the Night Court. The emotions Azriel was radiating were enough to grate her nerves and cause a migraine. He walked several paces ahead of her and hadn’t said as much as a “hello” before he winnowed them to the location he’d scouted from the reports of kelpie sightings.
She looked down at her Illyrian leathers and matching boots as her hand grazed the rough leather on her thigh. Her daggers were strapped to her legs and across her chest, along with a special type of crossbow used to shoot her fire light at an enemy.
How do the females find these awful leathers comfortable? She thought, cringing at how the leather rubbed between her thighs and made sweat drip between her shoulder blades. She sighed, looking forward.
She was getting used to staring at the back of Azriel’s head. And she couldn’t complain that she got a full view of his backside as well. Being out in the forest with him was a new form of torture that has some pleasurable visual aspects.
Mother above, Cyra. Get a grip. You can’t stand him, she thought. Deciding she’d had enough quiet, she finally cut the silence.
“Are you going to ignore me this whole mission? We have to at least pretend to be gone for two nights before we can go back to Rhys and report that we found nothing. Seems unlikely any kelpie would be here anyway…” Cyra trailed off.
“I’m not planning on pretending anything, Cyra. I will be doing my job while also having to keep an eye on a mouthy and voyeuristic seraphine who follows me around everywhere,” he said to her over his shoulder.
“As I said several times yesterday, I was not watching you and your…girlfriend,” she gritted through her teeth. Azriel paused and tensed at her mention of “girlfriend.”
“She’s not…my girlfriend anymore,” he muttered, moving forward again.
“Oh um…I’m sorry to hear that,” Cyra replied, but she wasn’t really sorry. She also didn’t know how to act or respond to his admission. While she was silently thrilled to learn this information, she reminded herself she was supposed to be avoiding him.
Still, she couldn’t help herself. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. No I do not.” He gritted out. They kept walking ahead as he attempted to end the conversation. But she wasn’t letting him get away with two full days of silence or she might go ahead and volunteer herself as tribute to the next kelpie they find.
“You do know that I can track kelpies if you’d like my assistance, but it doesn’t seem like you want much of anything,” she replied, looking down at her feet as she trudged behind him. She suddenly ran into Azriel as she looked up and saw him looking down at her, inches from her face.
“Is that what you want me to say, Cyra? That I need or want your help with something? Because it’s never going to happen,” he said in a low, growling voice.
Cyra gulped but for all the wrong reasons. While she should fear or despise him, his woodsy scent, coupled with the proximity of his warm breath near her mouth, lit her on fire with arousal. The mating bond stirred in her chest as it tried to pull her body closer to him. She was flooded with images of ways she’d like to test his patience in the woods, all centering around getting her mouth on multiple parts of his body. She wanted to feel him pull her hair and lock his hand around her throat as he came by her will.
I am going to melt into an actual puddle of my arousal. This is the end. Goodbye cruel world, she thought.
“What has your panties in a knot today?” She mouthed off to him, trying to distract herself from the thoughts swirling in her mind. Truth be told, he had her panties in a knot.
He rolled his eyes and walked ahead, and Cyra thanked the Mother that he hadn’t stayed any longer to smell her arousal. He thought she was irritated rather than aroused which was a better reaction for him to believe if she was going to avoid any suspicion of their mating bond.
They continued walking in silence for a few hours before they stopped for dinner and to rest for the evening near a small cave. Cyra started to gather kindle and small sticks for a fire while Azriel took out some dried foods they could cook on a small pot. This would be their only fire of the day, since it wasn’t safe to light one through the night with potential predators lurking.
They ate in silence until Cyra’s head was pounding more than it ever had before. She was used to feeling strong emotions from people, but Azriel’s emotions affected her differently than others, likely because of the mating bond. Rage. Envy. Jealousy.
She gripped her head with eyes closed as she reached her breaking point.
“Can you please stop projecting all your rage? I get it. You hate me. But you’re giving me the worst headache of my life,” she begged, massaging her temples.
He looked up at her suddenly with a softened look of interest.
“How…exactly does your emotional reading work? And why don’t you just stop reading my emotions? Do you enjoy knowing the inner most feelings of others?” He asked, adding an edge of anger to his last question.
“I don’t…I don't try to read emotions. It just depends on how strongly you feel something and how much you project it to me. And I can say right now that you really hate me and you really want me to know it right now. But yesterday morning at breakfast I couldn’t feel you…at all.” She murmured, still not looking at him.
“I don’t…I don’t hate you Cyra,” he said, sighing as his voice hesitated.
“Ha. Good one. No need to sugar coat what this is,” She said, motioning between their minds and taking a bite of the pasta from the small pot.
“I don’t. I’m just having a hard time with…everything. Gwyn went back to the Day Court two days ago and fervently argued we do not have a mating bond between us so we should both move on,” he grumbled, staring down at his bowl.
Cyra was surprised by his sudden moment of honesty.
“I’m sorry to hear that. As much as you may not believe me, I really like Gwyn and can see why you would as well. The mating bond seems like a fickle, nonsensical magic. Well, maybe with the exception of the Archeron sisters and their matches,” she mused, flicking her eyes up to meet Azriel’s as they shared an silent look.
“I just can’t understand how my brothers, who’ve lived nearly the same length of time as me, have been blessed with a forever companion and I am still the gopher sent on missions that will never have a mental or physical attachment worth living for,” he replied.
Cyra’s mind was spinning as she took in what Azriel was saying. He wanted a mating bond, desperately. So much that he felt his life was valued on it. On the one hand, sharing that they had a mating bond would help fulfill the longing he had for a deeper relationship. But on the other hand, her practical side realized he’d more than likely be disappointed she was the one he was destined to be with. And that most certainly would end with his rejection of the bond, which she decided she could not live with at the moment.
“Your value is not based on being blessed with the mating bond. Just look at all the unlikely and ill-suited matches that have been produced from mating bonds. I like to remind myself that it’s just the Mother trying to improve the gene pool by selectively choosing who should have offspring,” She mused, avoiding his eyes.
Azriel studied her thoughtfully and she felt his emotions shift. Minor relief. Diffused anxiety. Peace.
The fact that she had helped him get to those emotions made the mating bond pulse in her heart and her headache started to ease.
“You know, you didn’t really answer my last question. How does reading emotions make you feel?” He asked with no hint of rage or anger.
Cyra hesitated before sighing. “There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t wish I could give this ‘gift’ back to the Mother. Maybe I should call it a curse. It’s intrusive and exhausting, if I’m being honest,” she replied.
“I…that isn’t what I expected you to say,” he said softly. She shrugged at him as he continue to look at her pensively.
“It is what it is,” She replied, looking back at him. The look in his eyes puzzled her slightly. His stare, combined with his emotions read as interest, consideration, and even a hint of protection.
Cyra cleared her throat before trying to distract herself from his stare, “I think I’ll head into the cave to get the sleep situation figured out. Let me know if you need any help finishing up the fire here.”
He broke his stare and nodded as she stood up and walked towards the cave.
“Cyra?” He said and she stopped, looking back over her shoulder at him.
“I…I think I might have misjudged you,” he said softly before looking away. Her heart jumped at the statement before she chastised the mating bond’s reaction. She contemplated the best way to respond.
“Well, fortunately you get to spend another two days hunting kelpie with me and I’m sure by the end of the trip you will be irritated again and my head will be pounding,” she smirked, catching his chuckle as she continued into the cave.
Once again. Fuckity fuck fuck, she thought as she tried to get her beating heart to slow down.
Notes:
Buckle up ya'll. The next few chapters will be hot fire flames of tension. Dare I say one bed trope?
Chapter 6
Notes:
Things are starting to heat up. I hope you like it :)
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Chapter Text
The last of the fire’s embers smoked lightly as Cyra stared out the opening of the cave from the small sleeping area where they’d set up their bed rolls. The cave was narrow; it’s moderately sized entrance allowed for the inhabitants to walk in and crouch the rest of the way to the sleeping area. It was located near the region where kelpie reports had been noted, but Azriel and Cyra agreed it was wisest to stay away from water bodies where the kelpie could be lurching and alternate keeping watch on the entrance.
When she set up their sleeping area, Cyra made sure to put at least one foot of distance between them, but the narrow cave didn’t make it easy, especially when she needed to provide enough room for his wings too. She did have that advantage, given that her wings were hidden most of the time to preserve her identity and protect them from injury.
And now I’m being punished by the Mother for not consummating this damn mating bond, she thought as she heard Azriel’s gentle deep breaths while he slept next to her. She looked over her shoulder at him and noticed his shadows lingering around him, swirling slightly as if they were monitoring the situation calmly.
Cyra had offered to take the first watch for predators and Azriel hadn’t protested, surprisingly. He did make her promise to wake him after 3 hours, but she was already 4 hours in and felt no signs of tiring.
Truthfully, she was tired, but her body would never let her settle enough to actually sleep with her mate right next to her. Her fingers itched to run through his hair or graze the soft membrane of his wings while Azriel tipped his head back in pleasure.
The hard cave floor and Illyrian leathers were not helping her sleep, but she couldn’t sleep in her normal silk shorts and camisole in the middle of the forest. It was easier for her this way - there was no chance she was going to get any sleep with him lying so close by and she could strategize her plan to avoid the mating bond. Which was proving to be much harder than she originally thought, especially with him in such close proximity.
Tonight had been the first night she’d seen a glimmer of interest in friendship from Azriel. They’d had a real conversation. She realized she was scraping the barrel to try to find a reason to be with him, which was quite the opposite of what she was supposed to be doing. But her heart had fluttered when she saw some realization that he had unfairly judged her.
She sighed to herself as her eyes fixed on the cave entrance, facing away from Azriel as she stared at the swirl of moths moving silently in the moonlight. She heard Azriel move next to her but noted his breathing was still deep, indicating he wasn’t awake. She couldn’t sense any emotional output from him, so she kept her gaze on the entrance.
Just as she started to run through her mental list of ways to avoid Azriel once they returned to Velaris, she heard him roll over and felt his arm wrap around her waist. His warm touch burned her skin as she felt the roughness of his hand clutching the smallest part of her waist, just below her ribcage. His breathing steadied back into a deep rhythm before a delicate exhale from his breath tickled the hairs on the back of her neck.
Cyra’s mind was immediate racing; the mating bond thrived from the innocent touch, while her mind considered all the reasons she should move away from him.
She peered down over her shoulder at his hand that was grazing her leathers and studied the scars. Despite the stretched and marked skin, they were beautiful. His groomed nails were short and his fingers were lengthy and strong. Considerable veining weaved from his wrist to his knuckles and her imagination wandered again.
I wonder what his hands would look like gripping my bedsheet. Or perhaps my hips as he drives into me. Two fingers inside me, pushing me over the edge. Or what would it be like if he took me from behind? Mother above, I want to suck on each…Holy hell, what is wrong with me? She thought, waves of embarrassment crashing over her. She was already getting wet just thinking about his hands in various improper scenarios. His hands. She couldn’t imagine where her mind would go if she thought of any of his other body parts.
She was convinced if he woke up, he’d smell either the mating bond, if that was even possible, or more likely, her arousal. And as soon that thought entered her mind, she felt him stirring behind her. Her body froze as his hand moved forward slightly, still resting on her waist with his palm closer to her navel and his fingers grazing the underside of her breast. His body had also moved closer, but his breathing was still deep. Parts of his chest now pressed upon her back.
I am going to physically explode. Probably light myself on fire with my own power. Cruel, cruel world. This is the way I go, she thought.
At that moment, she heard him take a deep inhale, almost like he was sniffing the air. Was he sniffing her? She knew he was still asleep from his breathing and emotions so she considered if she should shift to move away from him. Before she could decide, she felt something press against the crest of her rear.
He was hard and pressing against her. She wanted to cry with frustration into her hands as the mating bond whirled in her chest and made a low pulling feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Well, that’s new, mating bond…she thought. The feeling encouraged her to press back against him, but before she could, she felt his cock thrust gently against her ass through his leathers. He felt…big, even through layers of their clothing. Even now, she wondered if he would fit inside her. If they weren’t covered in leather, it would be so easy for him to slip inside her.
Maybe the rumors are true…STOP, Cyra. Do something. What if he wakes up to this position? Can he smell my arousal? Did he react instinctually to it? There’s no way he actually wants me. This is probably just his normal physical reaction. Something equivalent to a morning erection or a sex dream. Ugh, maybe a dream about Gwyn, she groaned inwardly. I have to move.
Resolved, Cyra wrapped her pointer and thumb fingers around the wrist he rested on her waist and tried to lift it softly. The movement startled Azriel’s sleeping form as he grunted and rolled over, still asleep. Relief and disappointment flooded Cyra in the same moment. She had dodged a bullet, but now she was left with a hollowness that was all-consuming.
She felt the panic rising in her throat and the tell-tale nausea that meant she was approaching a panic attack from the loss of her mate’s touch. Her mind ran through scenarios where she woke him up, straddled his waist, and rode him into oblivion in the small cave.
Why do I crave him this much? I can NEVER return to Velaris after this trip. The only thing I’ve learned is that distance is the only way to dampen my mating bond, she thought. She started her meditative breathing to slow down her nervous system. What she needed was to get away from Azriel, but there wasn’t a chance she would leave her mate unprotected in the woods, even if he never accepted or felt the mating bond.
After continuing her meditative breathing, Cyra finally felt her body relax. The exhaustion from their interaction, her all-day migraine, and the hike through the forest caught up to her and sleep claimed her heavy-lidded eyes.
***
Cyra woke to what felt like someone grazing her back lightly with their fingers through her Illyrian leathers. The fingers wandered over the icy, luminescent tendrils of her long hair that had fallen out of her French braid and made their way more than halfway down her back before disappearing.
Forgetting where she was, she twitched and then felt the remanence of the touch that had simultaneously soothed and lit her skin on fire. As her body continued to rouse, the first thing she noticed was the sun stretching into the cave entrance and the smell of a fire wood burning just outside.
Shit. Did I fall asleep and not wake Azriel for his watch shift? Where is he? She thought. She rolled over and noticed his empty bed roll and no one in the cave.
That’s odd…did I dream that touch? Where is he? She thought. Her panic settled as she realized he must be outside if there was a fire going. Rubbing her eyes with her hands, she sat up and collected herself before slowly walking out the front entrance.
Her eyes went straight to Azriel who was stirring a pot of what looked to be porridge on the makeshift fire he’d started.
“Hi,” she said cautiously, scanning his emotions for anything she should note. She felt a small element of embarrassment, followed by a calm and peaceful space.
What could he have to be embarrassed about? She wondered.
“Hey. I made breakfast. You should eat before we head out. It’s a few miles to the lake I want to check out, and we should scan the surrounding areas to look for tracks,” he said, avoiding eye contact and gesturing towards the pot.
“Sure,” she responded, not sure what to bring up, if anything, from last night.
Finally, she continued, “I’m sorry I didn’t wake you. I must have dozed off. I know you think I’m a liability to you and I was hoping to prove you wrong. It won’t happen again,” She said, glancing up at his eyes before darting away.
“Cyra, it’s fine. These woods are relatively safe and we weren’t near water bodies where the kelpie live. Don’t worry about it,” he replied, starting to spoon out bowls of the porridge.
Well that’s different…no sass? She thought.
She finished her bowl in silence, waiting to pick up on any indication that he remembered what happened last night. Azriel remained quiet and began packing a few essentials for their trek of the day. They planned to return to the same cave that night if they needed a place to sleep.
Once packed, Azriel looked over at her.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. Let’s go,” he said curtly, heading in the direction of the lake. Cyra stood in place, not following. Once Azriel had gone some distance, he turned around and noticed she hadn’t followed.
“What are you doing?” He asked, a slight air of frustration in his demeanor.
“If we’re going to catch a kelpie, you can’t approach it directly. We need to maneuver around the adjacent sides of the lake but never fully approach the lake until we’re ready to catch it.”
“How will we know we’re ‘ready to catch’ it?” He said, quoting with his hands.
“Well you won’t know. But I will,” she smirked.
“And just how do you plan to do that? You’ve forgotten I’m a shadowsinger; they alert me to predators,” he said, walking a few steps back to her.
“Kelpie aren’t just predators. They are ancient mythical creatures, like seraphines. I can track them because I can hear what you can’t,” she said.
“And what do you hear when they’re near?”
“Well since they’re half equine, I can hear their hooves in the water. Unfortunately it’s an imperceivable sound to normal fae,” she said.
Azriel sighed. “Listen, I’ve hunted plenty of things. Maybe it makes sense for us to split up and try both ways to improve our odds,” he said with a slightly exasperated tone.
“I…I can’t do that, Azriel,” Cyra stuttered, her heart caught in her throat as she considered separating from her mate while hunting a predator. Her mind was flooded with all the times she’d overheard Rhys lecturing that he avoided sending mated couples together on missions.
“Why can’t you? I’m sure you don’t want to spend the day with me and maybe it will mean that we can go home faster if we find nothing. I’d love to sleep at the townhouse tonight,” he said with a wishful gleam to his eyes and a slight smirk.
“I just…I don’t think we should split up,” she sputtered, nervously fiddling with the curls at the end of her long braid.
“Why? Are you afraid?” He asked.
“What? No. Of course not.” Cyra answered with a tone of incredulity as she flicked her braid over her shoulder and stood up a little straighter.
“Then I’ll meet you back here in four hours. If you need something, shoot a light flare of your power into the sky. I’ll sense it.”
Cyra began to protest but Azriel turned around and stalked off in the direction of the lake.
Fuck. This is bad. Yes, yes, mating bond. I feel you. I know you don’t want us to be separated. What am I supposed to do? Tie him to a tree? Strap myself to his back? Not a TERRIBLE idea but for completely different reasons…she thought as she started heading in the opposite direction to scale the sides of the lake.
***
Several hours passed before Cyra decided to call off her search for the kelpie. She hadn’t felt or heard any indicators of a kelpie in the lake and it had been well over four hours since she had seen Azriel. She was tired, hungry, and annoyed with the mating bond’s incessant nagging in her chest. She sighed, running her hand over her disheveled braid as she approached their original camp location and was surprised to find it still as she had left it that morning.
There was no fire, no signs of new footprints, or recently opened of food containers. Her concern for Azriel’s location started to grow. She was trying to avoid use of a light flare, but she would if it would help her locate Azriel.
Before she could reach up to point at the sky, a strong, painful tug pulled at her heart.
What the FUCK was that? She thought, crumpling over and gasping for breath. She looked up in the direction that the tug seemed to come from and the pain flared in her chest. It didn’t make sense. She was completely alone, but something was telling her to go towards the lake again to find Azriel. Without thinking, she started running as fast as her legs would take her while she prepared her crossbow and charged her hand with light energy.
Her thoughts bubbled up in chaotic fragments. Where IS he? What is this feeling? It’s nearly dusk - the feeding time of kelpie. Surely he knows how to fight one? Why didn’t I talk about this with him? CYRA, YOU IDIOT.
Just as she approached the tree line that edged the lake, she started to hear the unmistakable sound of hooves in water. Searching the skyline’s faded light for any sign of him, she noticed the outline of a figure shrouded in shadows, standing at the edge of the water in a trance. In front of him, stood a slim, water wraith, singing a siren song with her hand reached out to him.
No. NO, she thought as she flared her charged hand and lit the crossbow with her light. This was what the kelpie did; they lured their prey into the water in a shapeshifted form until they were able to suffocate them and feed off their bodies.
There is no way in HELL this bitch is getting my mate, she thought. She didn’t have time to run to him - if the kelpie started to steal his soul, he would be drowned swiftly after and he was still hundreds of feet away from her. She aimed the crossbow from the shoreline towards the kelpie in front of Azriel who sat the edge of the water, his feet wet from the gentle lake waves.
With no hesitation, she shot the crossbow fitted with her light arrow through the darkness, lighting the sky as it rained upon the kelpie, straight into its eye. The creature shrieked as it shapeshifted back to its horrific, half equine shape and flared up in anger. The kelpie’s face growled towards her. It lunged at Azriel as his trance was broken and he stumbled back, tripping and crashing into the sand of the lake’s embankment.
Cyra loaded a second arrow and aimed for the kelpie’s heart as the creature was still in the air on its back hooves, ready to trample Azriel and drag him under the water. The arrow shot across the shore and pierced the creature straight into the heart. The silence was deafening as the creature's body fell back into the water and generated a large splash, followed by gurgles and bubbles as its body sank to the bottom.
Still in shock after being immobilized by the kelpie, Azriel tried to stand up after his stumble but Cyra was instantly next to him with a furious look in her eyes, grabbing his hand roughly as she light traveled them back to the Velaris townhouse roof deck.
They landed with a crash into a few deck chairs since Cyra couldn’t remember the furniture arrangement of the roof. She fell onto Azriel as they both braced themselves against the concrete roof deck. Before he could move or say anything, Cyra launched up at him, pushing his shoulders to the ground with a dagger to his throat.
“ARE YOU ACTUALLY INSANE? What the hell were you thinking? Azriel, your SOUL was about to be sucked out of your body. You DO realize what could have happened? I can’t lose….If you had only stayed with me, I could have protected you…” she trailed off, stopping herself from saying too much and running her free hand through her braid.
“Are you planning to release me or was this just another ploy to get on top of me? Also, your eyes appear to be…glowing.” He gritted through his teeth as he eyed her dagger held at his neck.
“I…you…you are incredibly infuriating. It’s the ancient magic. Killing the kelpie sung to my seraphine genes and fed my powers. And don’t change the subject - shouldn’t you be thanking me for saving you from eternal damnation as a kelpie’s underwater pet?” She said angrily, lowering the dagger.
“I had it handled. I didn’t need your help.” He seethed, putting his hands on her hips and easily lifting her up as he moved away from her.
“Hey!” She yelled, grabbing his hand as he tried to leave. “You’ve got to be kidding me right now. First, you didn’t return to the camp as planned. Then, you decided to somehow tempt a disguised kelpie towards you and showed no sign of moving away. Now you’re trying to tell me you weren’t under the kelpie’s trance?” She said, staring incredulously at him.
“I was fine. My shadows were keeping me informed the whole time. I just needed her…it…to get close enough for me to stab with Truthteller,” He replied, staring her down, inches from her face. She laughed in disbelief, shaking her head. She knew there was no way he would have survived if the kelpie had started to suck his soul out. She also knew Azriel knew that, as she felt his emotions project deception and guile.
She rolled her eyes, throwing his hand down as the mating bond started pulsing in her palm at the feeling of his rough, warm skin.
“You’re a fool,” she said, unveiling her wings to leave the townhouse and let him simmer on the roof. As she gave him one final glare, she watched a look of surprise cross his face as he took in her wings and she shot into the sky. His walls were back up and Cyra was done.
Notes:
Hang in there...smut is coming but I need to keep developing their story! I'm so ready!!
Chapter 7
Notes:
Someone finds out about the mating bond and it's not who you think...
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Chapter Text
The light from Cyra’s balcony at the River House streamed in through a crack in her curtains. Cyra groaned, stuffing her head in her pillow as she tried to avoid the light disrupting her deep slumber. She’d been back from their mission for 3 days and had not left the house, much less her room, even choosing to take meals by herself.
Killing the kelpie had caused a surge of ancient power to transfer from the kelpie to her. While some power hungry individuals would crave the extra power, it weighed on Cyra and made her body feel immovable. It caused a temporary heightening of other’s emotions which forced her to avoid others at all costs and also meant she had to do more light blasting to release pent up power.
When she wasn’t in her room, she sat on her balcony lighting flares over the courtyard’s garden, avoiding contact with others who may project emotions towards her.
She had debriefed Rhysand and Feyre upon arrival and relayed the successfully slaying of the kelpie, along with the additional power she had gained during the exchange. She chose to leave out the part where she had to save Azriel from having his eyeballs eaten and soul sucked out. She decided he could share that with Rhys at his leisure, although she suspected he never would.
The mission had been both physically and mentally taxing. They had successfully completed their mission in a sense, since the kelpie had been found and destroyed. But she was even more confused about what to do about the mating bond now that she had tasted a hint of what their attraction could be and the budding friendship that had started before she saved him.
Sensitive Illyrian baby and his ego, she thought. Deciding it was time to end her pity party, Cyra got out of bed and headed to her bathing chamber to get ready for the day.
The side effects of the kelpie power surge were starting to wear down, which meant she could nearly stand to be around people again. After taking a bath and taming her long pale blonde waves, she pinned back a few pieces and dressed in her typical leggings and sweater.
She headed down the stairs to the main dining room, expecting to find Feyre and Rhys at the breakfast table. But all she found was Azriel, facing away from her as she approached room.
Stopping in her tracks, she debated turning around and going back to her room before she heard him say, “I can smell you from here. Don’t let me stop you from eating breakfast,” he mumbled, not turning around to look at her. She twisted on her socked feet and padded into the room, finally entering his line of sight.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing…I see you are welcoming the day with your usual peppy attitude,” she fake smiled at him as she started loading up a plate with food at the buffet table.
Ignore him, Cyra. He has no right to treat you this way, she thought.
Deciding to mess with him even more, she sat directly opposite of him at the the large table that had at least 12 other chairs further away from Azriel.
“Ha-ha-ha,” he mocked. “I…I just had my debrief with Rhys from our mission. He didn’t mention anything about how the situation ended,” he said, looking up at her from his eggs to catch her eyes.
“I didn’t think he needed that level of detail. But please, feel free to regale him with how I saved you and you did nothing but berate me for it. Better yet, maybe you can announce it to the whole inner circle at dinner,” she mused, sarcastically.
“I didn’t mean…You did help…”
“Announce what to the inner circle?” Feyre said excitedly, overhearing Cyra as she entered the dining room. Azriel and Cyra gave each other a knowing glance before Cyra spoke up.
“Oh just that I…was hoping you were still planning that night of celebration you promised me before the mission?” Cyra choked out, inwardly groaning at the thought of having to socialize and field the emotions of drunk, horny fae at whichever club they’d go to.
“YES. I’ve been waiting for this. I need to see your moves, ASAP, Cyra. Rita’s TONIGHT,” Feyre grinned widely.
“We’re going out tonight?” Rhys said smiling as he entered the room and kissed Feyre’s forehead before filling up a plate at the buffet table. Azriel shot Cyra an exasperated look and she softly laughed to herself.
“What are you so pleased with?” Azriel said under his breath while Rhys and Feyre spoke near the buffet.
“Oh, only that if I have endure this evening, you’ll be forced to as well,” she smirked. “Enjoy your breakfast, Azriel.”
***
“Do you think it’s too much?” Feyre asked, twirling around in a strappy, metallic dress that ended mid-thigh and was mostly backless.
“For you? Probably not. For me? Definitely.” She smirked. Feyre was trying on options for the evening’s events while Cyra lazed about on her bed, flipping through Feyre’s charcoal sketch drawing book.
“CAULDRON Feyre, is that Rhys’s co-“ Cyra gaped before Feyre grabbed the drawing book and threw it across the room.
“I forgot that one was in there,” Feyre smiled devilishly at Cyra before throwing her two dresses to try on. Cyra rolled hers, flipping to her back on the bed.
“Well I guess the wingspan correlation is true…” she trailed off, smirking at Feyre.
“Will you please shut up and try on these dresses?” Feyre asked.
Cyra sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m not going, Feyre. With the kelpie power surge, I’m too exhausted to manage everyone’s emotions tonight.”
“Yes, you are. When was the last time you did something for yourself? Let yourself go, at all? Besides, I already told Nesta and Cassian you’ll be there and they’re dying to hear how you killed the kelpie,” Feyre replied, going behind the dressing partition to try on another one.
“They…they know I killed it? I didn’t tell Rhys that…exactly,” she said.
“But you did kill it, right? And you didn’t have to tell Rhys. Azriel told him. I believe his exact words were, ‘she saved my life’,” Feyre said, stepping out in a new black, one shoulder dress that accentuated her muscular but curvy body.
“He said that?” Cyra asked.
“Shocking, right? Rhys said he was nearly glassy eyed. Whatever you did really did a number on him. Azriel rarely shows any emotion,” she said. “Do you like this one?”
Cyra looked up and nodded, her mind distant as she considered what Feyre shared.
“Anyway, you’re coming to Rita’s whether you like it or not! Now hurry up and try this one on,” Feyre said, holding up a fitted burgundy mesh dress that had full see-through sleeves and dipped in the back.
“I will go on one condition - don’t ditch me for Rhys tonight, ok?” Cyra asked.
“Of course not!!”
***
Cyra was one drink in and Feyre was already grinding on Rhys on the dance floor, whispering in his ear.
Memo to self, never trust a High Lady, or any mated female, to be your wing-female for the evening. You will end up alone…I can do this. I can stay for more than ONE drink, Cyra mused to herself, taking another sip of the strong cocktail she had opted for. Grapefruit juice, gin, a hint of lime, and a splash of soda water. While the drink was delicious, she hadn’t had enough yet to inspire any confidence to dance with someone, much less alone.
She scanned the room, observing Mor, Amren, and Emerie leaning in to chat casually with each other at the private table Rhys had secured while Cassian and Nesta were wildly dancing to the upbeat song playing, Cassian throwing back his mead as they moved. Feyre and Rhys were in their own world, enjoying a break from their energetic son and slow dancing to their own beat.
She continued to scan the room until she noticed Azriel standing near the bar, having a casual conversation with a busty female with spunky short brown hair and a cropped top and skirt. Her heart dropped immediately at the sight, as the watched the female casually touch his arm while laughing at something he said. He was smirking back too.
Just more torture…a common theme to my life right now, she thought, sipping her drink. Her fury and jealousy continued to grow as she noticed the female intentionally getting closer to him, now several points of her body touching him. As the female’s chest rubbed against his arm, she felt herself instinctually do something to the mating bond which could only be described as a tugging sensation.
How did I even do that? I certainly didn’t mean to, she thought. It felt like she was literally pulling him away from the female all over him.
Azriel’s eyes suddenly darted away from the female and looked into the crowd, as if he was…searching for something. His once jovial face was now stern and determined, as he looked once more. He seemed to politely end the conversation with the buxom brunette and turned to the crowd, standing up with his drink so he could maneuver through.
Shit. Did he FEEL that? I’ve got to hide. There’s no way he felt that, right? She asked herself. I didn’t even know I could do that.
Fortunately, Azriel didn’t find her in the sea of fae that passed in front of her and the dance floor between them, but he was still searching the room while moving towards Rhys’s private table.
I have to get out of here. He’s going to know it was me that tugged on the bond, she thought, moving towards the back exit of Rita’s that also formed a line up for the bathrooms. Anxious to get out, Cyra rushed by the lines and pushed to move some of the more heavily drunken fae out of the way.
“Hey sweet one…do you have a dancing partner this evening?” A tall, blonde male fae asked her as she tried to squeeze by him. His arm linked around her forearm as he tried to pull her back towards the dance floor. His breath poured on her, strongly smelling of liquor as he closed the distance between them.
“Sorry, I need to go,” She said, pulling at her arm.
“Not so fast, love. One dance…” He said as he strengthened the grip on her arm and pulled her slightly to the dance floor.
She looked up at his face and the fine features of high fae that were illuminated by the club’s accent lights. Years ago, she would have been attracted to a male and situation like this where she knew there would be no long term commitment and possibly a night of pleasure. He was attractive. And it was at that moment that she realized she would never have the desire to pursue an evening with a man like this again.
The hollowness of that realization hit her hard. Her mate was the only male she wanted, and she presumed he’d given up his search for her and was currently brooding at Rhys’s private table.
“Ok, but buy me a drink first?” She looked up at him, plastering a smile on her face.
If I’m going to avoid the mating bond, I might as well try to drown my sorrows with someone I’ll never see again. Healthy, Cyra, she thought.
***
Two drinks and one shot later, Cyra was laughing loudly as she gripped the blonde fae’s shoulder by the bar. He had made an immature joke and the alcohol was setting in, lowering her walls and allowing her to ignore the pang of guilt the mating bond pressed on her chest. She felt her mate’s eyes on her, but she distracted herself by sipping more of her fruity drink.
“Dance with me,” he said softly to her, grazing his fingers on the arm she rested on the bar. Before finding her mate, she would have arched into his touch. Maybe even leaned in to touch his hand. Now, the feeling repulsed her.
“Ok.” She said, forcing herself to move past the feeling of wrongness. He pulled her hand to stand up and wrapped his arm around her waist as they met on the dance floor and a soulful song came on with a slow beat. Cyra cringed as the fae moved behind her, hands sliding to her waist has he pressed against her from behind.
“Is this good for you, baby?” He asked, as he lips touched the edge of her ear. She fought the urge to push him away as the beat sped up. She felt his emotions pour over her like water; lust, desire, and a hint of excitement.
“Sure,” she said unenthusiastically, as they continued dancing. Moments later, his arm touched her shoulder and she almost jumped as he started to slide it down her arm towards her hand, her skin prickling unpleasantly from the touch. Once he got to her hand, and brought it to his lips and kissed her palm softly.
For crying out loud. Do I really need to shock this guy by running my light down my arm? I can’t imagine that won’t draw attention to this situation but if he doesn’t let go of me in the next 5 seconds… she thought.
“I think I need to take a breather,” She said, starting to move away from him.
“The song hasn’t even finished. What…am I too much for you, baby? Or do you want to sneak away to the bathroom together?” A mischievous smirk crossed the blonde fae’s face as he pulled her back to him.
Before she could charge her power, a tanned arm and fist smacked the blonde fae’s face and dislodged his hand from her forearm before he toppled to the ground.
“She said, she doesn’t want to dance with you, asshat,” Azriel boomed, knocking the blonde fae down and towering over him. At this point, other fae near the edge of the dance floor had started to notice the disturbance and were staring. Cassian looked concerned as he came over, gripping Azriel’s arm as Azriel seethed and nearly spit on the blonde fae on the ground.
“What the hell? Is she your partner?” The blonde fae hissed, spitting blood from his mouth.
Cyra looked between Cassian and Azriel as Rhys and Feyre approached the group, frozen in place by the deluge of emotions pouring out from the group - anger, confusion, wonder, jealousy, and rage.
“Azriel, a moment please?” Rhys said as he put his hand on Azriel’s shoulder. And then before she could even see it happen, Azriel swung around and punched Rhys in the face.
“Where the fuck were you? You were right next to Cyra on the dance floor and you allowed this scum to touch her? Aren’t you supposed to protect her? How many times have you told me she’s basically your sister?” Azriel said angrily at Rhys, as Feyre rushed to Rhys’s side as he leaned over, gripping his cheek.
“Az, what the actual fuck?!” Cassian said with a look of shock as he gripped Rhys’s shoulder, trying to hold him back from retaliating. The minor disturbance was now becoming a major scene, as some fae ran away and others looked angrily at Azriel for hitting the High Lord.
Rhys gritted his teeth as he spit out blood on the floor.
“I suggest you leave before I fucking cripple your mind in front of these patrons, spymaster.” Rhys said in a low tone to Azriel, his jaw clenching.
Azriel looked around the room and at the fae on the ground and gripped his hands in fists before stalking out. He gave one glance to Cyra that conveyed all his emotions, even without her reading them: Rage. Fury. Protectiveness. And right on the edge, she felt a hint of lust.
Cyra gulped as she tried to think of what to do. The overwhelming emotions of everyone in the group had immobilized her, not to mention at least 10 other fae were now openly staring at her and the situation she’d been a part of.
Before she could move, she heard Rhys’s voice.
“You, Feyre. Outside. Now.” He said, obviously still highly volatile about what had just happened.
Cyra couldn’t think of a single thing to say as she followed Rhys and Feyre outside to walk towards the River House. Rhys grabbed her hand as he winnowed the three of them straight to his office at the River House.
He sat in his desk chair as Feyre grabbed a wet cloth and some ice to put on his already healing face.
“Care to explain what that was about?” Rhys asked, oddly calm as he looked sweetly at Feyre as she blotted the blood and cut from his cheek.
“I…I don’t know.” She stuttered, unsure of anything else to say.
“Don’t bullshit me, Cyra. I know he’s your mate.” As the words exited his mouth, Feyre gasped and turned to Cyra who avoided her eye contact.
“I mean…you don’t know that. He was just being protective…” She said, fumbling as she looked at the walls, her feet, and anywhere but his eyes.
“No, Cyra. He’s your mate. Only for a split second this evening, I *felt* the mating bond tug he felt from you earlier. He was mind communicating with me when it happened. And I doubted myself and what I thought I felt until he PUNCHED ME in the face. You know why? Because he’s never done that outside of the sparring ring before and I believe there’s only one thing that can make Azriel even more protective than he already is…” He said as Cyra cringed at him.
“I…I don’t know what to say. Are you saying he knows I’m his mate?” She said, fidgeting her fingers and wishing to light-travel anywhere but this office.
“No. He doesn’t know. He’s never felt a mating bond tug before, so he hasn’t reached the same conclusion…yet,” he said, looking at her with a stern facial expression. “How long have you known?”
“Rhys…”
“How…long, Cyra?” Rhys gritted out.
“Rhys…it’s none of our business. If Cyra doesn’t want to share, she shouldn’t have to. Just as you didn’t share with all of the Inner Circle,” Feyre said, cutting him off.
“10 years,” Cyra said softly, and it was Feyre who whipped her head around in anger.
“10 years!? Mother above. It snapped the night you…you flew away, didn’t it?” She said, trailing off.
“I…I never meant for this to happen. Any of it. I didn’t do anything to cause a mating bond and I sure as hell didn’t ask for one. I didn’t even think it was…possible for me. Seraphines are taught growing up that we can only mate with other Seraphines,” she explained.
“That’s so your blood line isn’t tarnished…you can mate or love anyone you want, Cyra. Your kind were just trying to preserve their rarity and power. I’m sorry that…that no one explained that to you,” Rhys said, almost looking apologetic. Cyra looked down and realized she was still standing awkwardly at the entrance of Rhys’s office while they stared at her.
Exasperated, she walked to one of the large leather chairs and fell into it, groaning as she covered her face with her hands.
“Cyra…what’s your plan? You can’t keep up this charade. Things are going to change. They already are changing,” Rhys said.
“What do you mean? What’s changing?” She asked.
“He felt a tug today. The bond is there, even if he hasn’t recognized it or it hasn’t snapped. His protectiveness is only going to get worse until you tell him,” He replied.
“I can’t, Rhys. He’s never had any interest in me and I won’t force him to be with me just because of the mating bond,” She said, determined.
“Maybe he will want to be with you, Cyra…You’re a smart, talented-“ Feyre trailed off.
“No. I will not pursue the mating bond unless he does first,” She said resolved, cutting Feyre off.
Feyre sighed, looking at Rhys. They silently communicated to each other as the room fell silent.
“If you guys are going to have a private conversation, I’ll see myself out,” Cyra said, standing up to move to the door.
“Cyra, wait. We…we just want you both to be happy,” Rhys said, glancing back at Feyre before he continued, “We’ll respect your wishes and not interfere unless asked,” he said with a weak smile.
“Thank you both.” Cyra said with small smile as she walked back to her room.
As she entered, the exhaustion hit her from the multiple drinks and a yawn escaped her mouth. Changing into her silk shorts and camisole in her bathing chamber, she washed her face and got under her soft, warm bedsheets as the summer wind blew the transparent curtains on her open balcony.
Hmm…that’s odd. I don’t recall leaving my balcony doors open, she mused, too tired to get up and close them. The breeze grazed her skin and a little moan escaped her mouth as it soothed her. Studying the room a little closer, her eyes wandered from the swaying curtains to a dark spot in the corner of her room that looked like a shadow but didn’t move with the light bouncing off the windblown curtains.
Suddenly, Cyra was more awake that ever before. The mating bond bounced in her heart as she felt a familiar urge to tug on it, but she resisted this time. She took a deep breath before whispering, “Azriel."
Notes:
Eek!!! I am so excited for you to read the next chapter. #jealousAz is coming...
Chapter 8
Notes:
A bit of a shorter chapter but I hope you love it :) I seriously rewrote this like 4 times. There are so many directions I could have gone, but it came out exactly as I wanted.
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Chapter Text
“Cyra.” The shadow said with a dark tone.
The shadow moved from Cyra’s balcony curtains to her bedside before the shroud started to dissipate, but not fully. The pale glow of Azriel’s wrist siphons illuminated the short space between them. He was moving slowly and intentionally, like a predator stalking his prey. The outline of his wings grew wider as he flared them slightly. Cyra sat up quickly while covering herself up with her sheet.
Cyra’s breath caught as she felt his intense emotions project to her, even when she couldn’t see his eyes. Smokey desire. Jealousy. Possessiveness. She felt her body clench for what was coming. The mating bond whirled with excitement in her chest as she tried to make out the outline of his face.
“What are you doing here, Azriel?” Cyra said in a hushed voice, her chest heaving as her heart sped up.
“I was planning to apologize to you at Rita’s for my…behavior this week, but you were too distracted by that handsy asshole who had rather obvious intentions for you tonight,” he gritted, still hidden in darkness.
“Why do you care? There’s nothing wrong with me pursuing a man for my…physical needs. And I won’t have you shame me for it.” She said assertively, gripping her sheet with renewed anger.
“Believe me, I don’t care if you need to get fucked, Cyra. But please, at least choose someone who will give you the courtesy of not trying to fuck you on the dance floor. Or did you enjoy putting on that little show tonight?” He asked in a low voice as he stopped a few inches from her bed, his face still hidden in darkness.
She longed to see his hazel eyes staring back at her lilac ones, but his broad wings blocked any light peeking in from the balcony. Her breathing hitched as she felt his closeness that edged on touching her.
He was so close she could smell his classic cedar scent mixed with…something else. Something feral. As she leaned in more, her eyes adjusted to see his determined eyes, clenched jaw, and black hair that threatened to spill onto his forehead. An amused expression illuminated his face as the last of his shadows faded.
“I…it wasn’t a show, Azriel. I was in search of something…” she trailed off, swallowing as her eyes traveled down his throat to the sliver of tan skin and Illyrian tattoos showing between the top few buttons of his black dress shirt. He hadn’t changed from his club attire yet, which meant he had come straight to her room.
Mother above, I just want to LICK his throat right now, she thought. The strength that radiated off of him was quickly breaking her resistance to the mating bond.
“And what were you in search of?” He said slightly more softly as he moved closer and leaned his knee on her bed. Her lilac eyes flickered up to his as she considered how much to share with him but his growing arousal scent flooded her senses.
“Someone…to drown in,” She replied as she watched his jaw pulse and felt the last of her control shred to pieces. Seemingly on their own, she broke her only rule and felt her hands reach for his shirt as she pulled him down to the bed to meet his lips with hers. Her fingers wildly unbuttoned and pushed his shirt off his shoulders as he crashed on top of her.
His legs found space between hers on the bed and one hand slid to her waist while the other roughly grabbed her wrist, moving it over her head on the pillow, locking her in place. The touch was so rough she wondered if it would briefly bruise.
Her mind raced as they kissed, hard and desperate. His lips were brutal; biting and pulling at her now swollen lips as he fought to take of them with every kiss. The weight of his body was partially held up by him and his wings and she strained to feel more of him against her.
Maybe this is how I die. Burned alive by his kiss. Not the worst way to go, she thought as the mating bond pulsed with delight. He didn’t seem to be repulsed by her either as she tried to focus enough to read his emotions while desire threatened to overwhelm her senses. When she finally tapped in, she felt even stronger emotions projected from him then before. Yearning. Impulsiveness. Lust.
“Stop…stop reading me,” he groaned between their kisses as he started to kiss down her jaw, biting her lightly along the way. Cyra arched into his bites on her neck before realizing what his words meant. She pulled back suddenly and stared at his closed eyes that slowly looked up at her in confusion.
“What did you just say? You know when I’m reading you?” She asked between heavy breaths.
“No, not exactly. But I can feel you’re holding back. You don’t need to hold back in any way with me, unlike your little blonde friend. But if you’d rather go back to him…” he smirked, devilishly as he started to lean back but her arms wrapped around his neck, silencing him with a desperate kiss.
His body finally flush with hers, she felt the full extent of his bare chest and his growing arousal. He was hard and needy as he lightly thrust into her thigh. Her mouth went dry as she felt his hard length grow impossibly larger as he met her movements. He resumed kissing down her neck and made his way to her collarbone to lick across the edge of her shoulder.
His hand grazed the silk strap of the delicate camisole and he looked up at her once more, silently asking permission to continue. A blush flooded Cyra’s face as she nodded slightly. His rough fingers slide under the straps on either side of her shoulders and the garment slid off her, exposing her breasts to him.
“Ugh…you are so fucking perfect…” he said groaning, instantly reaching for her. Despite his praise, embarrassment inundated her as she considered that she was over 300 years old and felt like a virgin with him as she was exposed from the waist up. But he was her mate. The sensations were completely different; she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her whole life, which was overwhelming and consuming.
His eyes met hers as his mouth was on her. She let out a moan and then gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as Azriel’s tongue circled one of her peaked nipple. He then took it in his mouth, massaging the other breast while sucking lightly as she moved her hands to touch his hair but stopped herself.
“Is it…is it ok if I touch you too?” She asked softly. Azriel nodded, eyes flickering up to notice her apprehension. He paused and hovered over her.
“Cyra…get out of your head. This is supposed to be pleasurable. You wanted to drown, remember? Although by the smell and feel of things, I’ll be the one drowning…” he grinned up at her mischievously as the hand on her breast wandered lower, sliding through the leg of her silk shorts to test the wetness between her legs.
“No panties…” He groaned, nearly salivating as he stared her down.
She gasped as his thumb grazed her core from the top of her slit down to her entrance, sliding through the slickness. Before she could say anything, he removed his finger and brought it to his mouth to taste. Her mouth gaped open again at him. She’d never had a lover like this.
“This is…going to be fun. And for the record Cyra, I like to think…outside the box when it comes to drowning,” he mused, resuming his assault of her breasts.
I’m going to eat him alive. Physically whole. Maybe this is why the Mother chose him for me - Azriel, Sex God. And for the record, I was right about those fingers, she thought just as his mouth worked down her stomach and his hands continued to massage her breasts. Her fingers dove into his hair as she grabbed it by the root, pulling slightly as he moved closer to the crest of her mound.
He looked up in surprise after he felt the tug on his hair and her eyes flew open as she looked down at him.
“I’m sorry…did I…did I hurt you?” She said, grimacing.
“Pull it harder, Cyra,” He said with a hint of a smirk before his mouth went back to teasing her. She was pretty sure her mouth could not drop any wider.
“I want to touch you, Az,” She said, sitting up slightly to reach down to grab at the waistband of his pants. Before he could stop her, her palm rubbed roughly against his pants where his hardness prominently stood at attention. Her other hand reached around his shoulders to target a particularly sensitive spot where his wing united with his back.
I guess being a Seraphine has one unique advantage. Knowing all the wingplay tricks…she mused to herself.
The movement caused Azriel to stop and shudder, almost bracing against her. She moved one of her hands over the sensitive tip of his cock, still over his pants and he shuddered again, his eyes closed in pleasure, mouth slightly ajar.
Before she could repeat the touch, he grabbed her wrists and pushed her back down on the bed.
“If you don’t stop, you’re going to make me come in my pants, and then our fun will be over. We will have time to try many other things later. Although right now, I might need to restrain these hands if you can’t keep them to yourself,” He said, kissing her palm before pushing it down on the bed again.
Cyra stared at him with a wide, thoughtful expression, hardly trying to hide her interest.
“You…want me to do that, don’t you? Noted,” he chuckled to himself before continuing down her body to remove her silk shorts and push her thighs open. His fingertips ran from her knees to the inner corners of her thighs before he used his long, rough fingers to open her to him.
This male. My mate. My mate. My mate, she thought as his mouth kissed up her thigh and moved closer to her wetness. Her hands pulled his hair harder in the direction she wanted him to go, and she felt him chuckle against her core. His hands ran up both of her thighs, spreading her open even wider before he leaned back and took her in.
“So wet for me. Good girl…did that blonde prick even stand a chance or were you as dry as a bone when he touched you, Cyra?” He asked as his fingers moved up and down across her slit. Cyra glared at Azriel as he chuckled and slide one finger inside of her and she arched into his touch. Before she could enjoy it, he removed his finger.
“Answer me, Cyra, or this all stops right now,” He said, leaning in to kiss along her stomach as she look down at him in frustration.
“You bastard…you know he did nothing for me,” she responded in frustration. He snickered as she scratched his forearms slightly to bring his attention back to what she wanted.
With a final look, he moved his mouth down to lick her clit while his finger resumed moving inside of her. Cyra arched up to his touch and felt electricity traveling between them. This was why mates were loyal. This was why mates were unbreakable. This was why mates gave up everything for their mate. Suddenly it all made sense to her. The raw connection and tension they had was unmatched.
She would give her soul for this male to carry. She knew in that moment that her resistance had been futile all along. I know for certain now I will never be whole again if I’m not with him, she thought, watching the way he worked her before throwing her head back with tension.
“Cyra…I’m going to need you to relax a little or you’re going to pull a muscle,” he mused, rubbing her thighs as he tried to relax her.
How can I relax while this GOD is worshipping me? She thought, willing her body to unclench. He looked up at her as he brought a second finger to gently press inside her before continuing his assault on her clit.
“That’s it…” He said as he felt her body lean into his fingers. His incessant licking coupled with the thrusting of his fingers was start to build a fire deep in her stomach.
“CAULDRON, Azriel…I can’t…if you keep up…” Cyra frantically muttered, her head pushed back into the pillow in pleasure. His mouth and fingers worked her harder as he felt her breathing get even more erratic.
“Come for me, Cyra. And say my name when you do, just so you remember who can actually please you,” he whispered, continuing to suck on her while thrusting his fingers harder and adding a third. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he reached a hand up to clutch her taut nipple and slid his finger over the tip of it, pushing her into her orgasm.
“Az…” She moaned loudly as she went over the edge and felt her body thrusting against his fingers uncontrollably. Her fingers clawed at his hair as the the spasms continued wildly and he didn’t stop his movements until he felt her body relax. She panted as she came down from her high, the world crashing back into her as she saw Azriel staring up at her with a lazy, male grin from between her legs.
She was completely naked in the dimly lit room and still at his mercy.
"Your eyes are...glowing again," he remarked, staring at them deeply for a moment.
"They are?" she said, frowning slightly before remembering the path she was starting on to his body. She had to repay the favor, but before she could move, he spoke.
“Next time you think about teasing me in front the whole world, remember that there will be a punishment, and I will not be as…gentle or generous, next time,” he said, swiping her wetness of his lips with his finger as he suddenly winnowed out of the room.
What.the.FUCK.
Notes:
What did you think? And yes...#KinkyAz is coming. More wingplay :)
Chapter 9
Notes:
This chapter ya'll!! It's long but I just couldn't break it up. I hope you enjoy it.
If ya'll want to see the Azriel I envision, check out @Tonyviento on Instagram. She NAILED it.
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Signs of morning started to tinge the starry Velaris sky as Cyra looked out her still open balcony doors. Her sleep had been restless after he vanished. Although she was exhausted, she kept imagining Azriel standing in various shadows around the room. Her fantasy had turned to reality last night, and she wasn’t sure she believed it had really happened.
The events of the evening had changed her, irrevocably. One the one hand, she had a new understanding of the mating bond and was desperate to explore all its depths. The physical connection was unparalleled, but the possessiveness she now felt for all parts of Azriel was uncontrollable. And not just physically. She wanted to be the focus of his world.
The rational side of her brain kept her up most of the night, thinking about specific things he’d murmured to her. He’d said she was so fucking perfect and was definitely turned on by her. Those thoughts made her smile to herself but she couldn’t help but question if the evening was a one-off.
Did he just want to prove he could have me? Was it just about sex? And am I…OK with that? She questioned to herself, sighing. Honestly, I will take his tongue all day, any day if that’s all I can get…she mused, smirking slightly. She stretched her body to shake off the tiredness and felt the deep soreness in her core from just his fingers.
I don’t stand a chance if I ever get his cock inside me, she daydreamed. Her body tingled as she relived every moment of touching him, his body on hers, and how he’d known exactly how to work her to her peak. But then he had…left. She’d given him nothing. Of course that was OK, but she craved him and needed more.
She wanted to be in control. Make him shake with desire for her. Make him beg. Her whole room still smelled of cedar - his scent probably enhanced by the cologne he had worn to the club the night before. As her fantasizing continued, the sun crept over the horizon, now shining into her room. She briefly considered that others in the house may have heard their interaction, but then she remember how the guest wing was heavily isolated from Feyre and Rhys’s side for the inverse reason.
I have to get out of this house before I combust, she thought. Standing up suddenly, she went to her dresser to find her Illyrian leathers. The only way to work this off was to get physical in a different way - the training ring. But that also meant a chance meeting with her mate who could be there training the priestesses. She hoped it was a day off for him or that Rhys had summoned him for another task, which happened more often than not.
Dressing in her leathers and looking at herself in her mirror, she noted a few pinkish areas on her neck that were the remanence of bite marks from the night before that were almost completely healed. Damn seraphine healing, hiding my reminders, she thought, rubbing the skin. Looking into her eyes, she examined the lilac hue and noted the lack of glow.
Why do they randomly glow now? Mental note to look into this further… she thought, tying her long icy blonde waves back with a leather tie. Walking to the balcony, Cyra unhid her wings and jumped out as she moved in the direction of the House of Wind.
***
As Cyra circled her landing point, she noted not one but three Illyrians training at the House of Wind with at least 5 priestesses, Nesta, Emerie, and Feyre. She landed a distance away from the ring, trying not to draw attention to herself as she hid her wings and walked up to the group listening to Cassian’s instructions on exercises for the day. Azriel and Rhysand were the furthest away, not noticing or acknowledging her arrival as they sparred with each other, drenched in sweat.
Their movements had already attracted the attention of virtually all the females in the group, as Cassian surveyed the wispy gazes of the group at the shirtless males, including his own mate’s.
Before Cyra could start wrapping her hands, she heard his booming voice.
“CYRA, you’re late. Please stop staring at my half-naked brothers and give me 1,000 steps on the House’s stairs today. With wings out for the rest of the exercises today,” he yelled, before resuming his instruction. All eyes were on her, including her mate’s, as the blush crept up her body to her cheeks. Her eyes briefly met Azriel’s before returning to Cassian, who had a sly grin on his face, proud to make an example of her.
She rolled her eyes as Feyre whispered under her breath, “You weren’t the only one enamored by the…view,” She smirked and gave an apologetic look to Cyra.
Cyra sighed, heading to the stairs. She hated exercising with her wings out; it made her movements more sluggish, her body tire faster, and added another point of potential injury. But Cassian had ulterior motives. Training with wings out did make fighters stronger so she acquiesced and started running stairs.
By the time her stair running was done, sweat beaded down her back under the leather top.
“The Cauldron is literally boiling me in this leather. Why in the hell would an Illyrian or anyone choose to wear this…” she muttered to herself as she slid it off her arms, thankful she wore a tank top that day under her leathers.
“Because it protects you from…predators,” Azriel’s voice whispered suddenly near her ear, before he walked around her from behind with a devilish grin. “You should probably work on sensing when someone is approaching you from behind.” He mused slightly louder. Cyra stared at him with determination as she considered the double entendre of his meaning. Before she could provide a smart ass response, she heard Cassian yelling new directions.
“Az is right - you all need to prepare for someone who could attack you from behind. I know this is a triggering topic, but your greatest weakness is doubled when the perpetrator approaches you in secret. We’re going to go through some exercises where you’ll be approached or strangled from behind and you must get free. Cyra, Az, come demonstrate,” Cassian said, tying his hair back.
Is this a joke? Is my whole life a cruel fucking joke? I’m about to be choked by my mate in front of everyone…and probably like it. Fuck. Me, she thought, looking at Feyre and silently begging for help. Rhys was standing next to her, with a wicked look on his face before Feyre elbowed him in the ribs. Well, they’re insufferable now.
“I really think you and Nesta could demo-“ Cyra started.
“Cyra, now. Right here. You were late, therefore you get to be front and center to the class,” He grinned, pointing to the spot in front of him. She dared to peek a glance at Azriel before they both started moving to the center of the training ring. His face was resolved with little of any other emotion.
She rolled her eyes as she stood in front of Azriel.
“Cyra, Azriel is going to attack you from behind. I want you to use your senses to predict where his arms will land, then have your hands in place to block them before he does,” He said to her. Turning, he spoke out to the rest of the group, “Your biggest asset is your hearing. Remember the defense rules: immobilize the attacker with a strike to the nose, foot, groin, or stomach. Az, proceed but watch her wings please,” Cassian said, turning towards them.
The next few seconds felt like days to Cyra. She closed her eyes as he approached and she smelled him first. His thick, cedar scent washed over her as the heat from his body moved closer. The mating bond throbbed in her chest, almost painfully. His emotions washed over her. Anticipation, predation, and excitement.
As if in slow motion, she sensed his right arm attempting to move across her lower chest to capture her hands down, while his left arm moved to wrap around her neck.
The bare, slick skin of his chest pressed against her large white wings, now folded into her body, and where her skin was exposed, it prickled from the sensation of touching him. My mate. MY MATE. Her breathing was reaching hyperventilation as she swiftly moved her arms into a strained position before trying to step on his foot and kick his groin. But Azriel was already out of the way before she even touched him.
“Tisk tisk tisk little Seraphine. Not even close,” Azriel teased. Cyra glared as the rest of the group looked on with interest, except Feyre and Rhys who had moved into a separate area to practice attacks separately.
Sorry to leave you. Rhys was moments away from doing something stupid that would spill the beans on your mate situation, Feyre mused to Cyra in her mind. Cyra turned her focus back to the training group.
“Again, and this time, start in the strangle position so Cyra can practice the break out,” Cassian said to Azriel, who nodded.
Moving back into position, Cyra looked briefly at Azriel who had a smug look on his face. He leaned close and whispered so faintly that no one would hear, “Try not to envision me gripping your neck when I roughly take you from behind.”
Cyra’s eyes shot back to him with a glare, moving her hand faster than light to strike his nose before the smirk had a chance to leave his face.
“Holy FUCK, Cyra!” Azriel shrieked, stumbling away before doubling over to hold his nose in pain.
Yep. Deefffinitely broken, she mused to herself. As much as I want the little fantasy he described, he could use some humility.
The priestesses watching either gasped or laughed at Azriel’s discomfort as he tried to straighten his nose into place before it healed.
“Remind me not to get on her bad side,” Emerie nodded towards Cyra as she spoke to Nesta.
“I knew she had it in her. He deserves it, pompous ass,” Nesta replied. Cyra grinned inwardly at their commentary before looking back at Azriel.
He was seething as blood trickled from his nose. Cyra knew this was either going to be good for her or very very bad.
Somehow, I can’t see either scenario being actually bad, she thought, as she moved away from him.
“Ok, you two are done. When Az has recovered, I want you all to split to groups between Az and I so we can practice these holds. Or if you prefer, Nesta will step in for me. And please, ladies, refrain from actually destroying our gorgeous faces. Line up,” He motioned as the exercises begun.
Azriel looked like he wanted to murder Cyra, and she was silently thrilled. But as the training session progressed, it was clear that Azriel was taking out his steam on her. Locking her in more complex holds, pushing her down harder than the others, and taking little care to avoid brushing or knocking into her wings. He was pissed and this was his foreplay.
By the end of the session, Cyra’s body was beginning to scream. The addition of her wings and the brutal training was already causing muscle soreness.
“That’s all for today. Stretch and go home. Great job ladies. And Az,” Cassian winked at Azriel as he rolled his eyes. Cyra laid on the ground next to the training ring as she tried to regain her breath from the last round of jump squats Cassian had ended the session with.
“Ughhh…” She moaned, turning to her side in the fetal position as she tried to sit up.
“Do you need help stretching?” Azriel offered, a wicked look on his face.
“Like I would trust you after what happened a little while ago,” She responded, not even opening her eyes to look at him.
“Oh, you mean when you broke my nose?” He emphasized, looking down at her from above.
“You’re fine. You healed in like 20 seconds. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go cry in a puddle of my pain before the actual soreness sets in this evening,” She said, sighing as she nestled into the grassy area she was lying in.
“Come on. Lie on your back,” He said, pushing her hips down.
“Azriel, I have nothing left in me to fight you -“ She said, still holding her forearm over her eyes.
“Just breath. Relax.” He said calmly, kneeling in front of her and pulling one of her legs over his shoulder as he started to move forward to stretch her hamstring. Her eyes flew open and gaped at him as she looked down at their position.
“Azriel!” She hissed. “This is a joke, right? You can’t stretch me in this position in front of everyone,” she said, whispering at the end of her sentence.
“Its fine. Most of the priestesses are gone and Cass and Nesta are in a very similar position,” He said, looking around.
“Do you really want to compare us to Cassian and Nesta, sex addicts anonymous?” She said quietly, looking at them and their sultry glances at each other while stretching. Azriel chuckled.
“Well, there is that…but this isn’t anything you didn’t want or beg for yesterday, is it?” He mused.
So this is how it’s going to be. He’s never going to let me live last night down. He’s not wrong… she thought, moving to stand up rapidly.
“I…I have to go. Goodbye,” She said awkwardly, flaring her wings as she went to pick up her leathers near the staircase.
“Wait…Cyra…wait,” he said, jogging a distance after her. “I’m…I’m sorry. I am…trying, even if it doesn’t seem like it. I’m not great at…this.” He said quietly, motioning between them before looking around to see if anyone was watching them.
“At what, Azriel? What are we even doing?” She asked, flipping her hands in frustration.
“Do we need to define it? I think we’re both just…enjoying each other,” He said uncomfortably.
There it is. This is just about sex for him. Which I thought I was ok with. But I want my mate. My mate. My mate, she thought, as a tear threatened to cross her lilac eyes.
“Your eyes…they’re glowing again,” he remarked, his finger brushing her cheek as he was mesmerized by them.
“It’s just the ancient magic, as I said. Maybe it happens more often around you since we were so close when I killed the kelpie…maybe it connects us,” She said pensively.
“They’re beautiful,” He said, the corner of one slide of his mouth lifting up.
Confusion swirled through Cyra as she looked back into his hazel eyes. She didn’t want him to see the hurt and grief after her realization, so instead of thanking him, she said, “I…I better go,” before taking off into the sky. She knew he could come after her, but she also knew he wouldn’t.
***
The day dragged on for Cyra as she occupied herself in her room with historical reading that focused on the origin of kelpies in Prythian. Her mind had been wandering back to the day she killed the kelpie as she tried to make sense of the ancient power that still lingered under her skin. What disturbed her more was that the kelpie was in the Night Court, far from where it was supposed to be in The Middle.
She assumed Rhys had already begun to look into why this could be but she decided to start her own research. Exhausted from a day of training and investigation, Cyra looked longingly at the bathtub in the bathing chamber, which really was more of a walk-in hot tub. Feyre and Rhys had outfitted each room with a tub large enough for wings which sounded heavenly to her sore body.
Cyra started the hot water to the bath before collecting a cheese plate Nuala had left her on the chaise in her room. She’d also left a small bottle of red wine and a wine glass on a tray. Bringing the whole tray with her, Cyra rested the food and drink on the ledge of the tub for easy access.
She stripped down and mulled over if she should bathe her wings. While it would take her longer to dry, she knew it was time for a full bath, so she unhid her wings and strode into the steaming bath.
She moaned as the hot water hit her sore body, supporting her breasts and saturating her white feathered wings. Her long icy hair soaked in the water as she submerged her head under. Coming up for air, she poured a glass of wine and took a nibble of cheese as she sat on one of the bath’s steps with her head tilted back to rest of the tub’s ledge.
She took a sip of the rich, dry red wine and decided it was the most delicious thing she’d ever taste.
Why don’t I do this more often? She thought.
Pouring epsom salts into the bath, she fully relaxed her body into the water as it quietly bubbled around her. A cool breeze crossed her face as she opened her eyes and looked towards the balcony in the main part of her room. No one was there, but the breeze reminded her of the moment Azriel had arrived last night.
Memories from the night before flooded into her. The sensitivity of her clit as his tongue caressed it and the feel of his hard length through his pants and how it twitched with her touch. She longed to know what it looked like.
The thoughts were beginning to awaken the sensual side of her, as her free hand grazed her collarbone and drifted down over her breast. She traced from the top to the edge of her peaked nipple, circling it with one finger before pinching. A soft moan escaped from her mouth.
Then her hand moved lower, tracing over her belly button, the ridge of her hip, and down to her mound where she slide her fingers between the wetness collecting there. She couldn’t stop thinking about Azriel. How she wanted to tie him to her bed, tease him to oblivion, make him wait as long as possible to orgasm. Her fantasies vacillated between her desire to control his pleasure to the extreme opposite, where she was at his mercy.
One fantasy came to the forefront; the one he had alluded too early in the day:
Cyra was back at the training ring, working through exercises alone with him. Suddenly, he was able to dislodge her foot and she fell flat on her face. Furious that Azriel had pinned her down during their sparring, she moved to stand up, only reaching her knees.
Before she could move further, he was on her from behind, his hands wrapping around her waist as he whispered from behind, “You look so delectable bent over for me…can I have you this way?” He asked, grinding his hard erection through their leathers against her core. Pleasure tore through her as his hands grazed her breasts and pinched nipples.
“Az…please…” she moaned, begging him to take her. The mating bond whirled in her chest, never satisfied by their contact. He reached down and pulled her leather pants off enough to expose her ass and wetness, before reaching down to his own pants to free his cock. Just as he was about to guide the tip of his cock into her, his free hand wrapped around her neck, putting light pressure as he pushed into her….
Cyra felt the breeze again from the balcony, pausing the ministrations of her hand to crack her eyes open. Expecting to see nothing but the chiffon curtains swaying to the breeze, she stared hard for a few seconds as her eyes adjusted to the dimmed room. There, in between the swaying curtains was her shadow again. Her mate.
This time, he didn’t stay shrouded but rather walked nonchalantly into her bathroom, burning his eyes into her. Cyra gaped at his actions before trying to cover herself up with her hands.
“What…what are you doing HERE?” She hissed, trying not to yell too loudly as to call attention to her room. She sat up from her reclined position trying to hide as many body parts as possible.
“Please, don’t stop on my accord. And Cyra, have you forgotten I saw you naked less than 24 hours ago?” He mused and continued, "If you’re going to touch yourself and think about me, I might as well provide a real life model,” he smirked, sitting on a small vanity chair facing her.
“What? I wasn’t.” She snapped up at him, willing her cheeks not to redden.
“Oh, you were. I wasn’t sure at first where it was coming from because it clouded my whole vision. Thank the Mother I wasn’t flying. But I saw myself about to take every inch of you from behind at the training ring, wrapping my hand around your neck…and then I saw you here. With your fingers deep inside yourself…” He said leaning in closer.
“OK, ok, I GET IT. But how could you…see that?” She asked, knowing the answer deep down.
This damn mating bond is getting more and more intrusive the longer we are together. But I just…cannot leave him again. Ever. But does he know what’s causing his…visions? Mother above, what ELSE has he seen from me? She thought, rubbing her face with the warm water.
“I assume it has to do with the ancient magic you are in possession of. Somehow it tied us together after the mission. Your eyes are glowing again,” he said pensively, staring at her once she made eye contact with him.
She blinked several times before responding. “Well…I am sorry to have…disturbed you. I think this bath is getting cold anyway, so I should probably just go to bed,” She said curtly, hoping he would get the hint and leave. As much as she didn’t want that, she still doubted his interest in staying. She started to move to the edge of the tub.
“Can you hand me the robe on the back of the door?” She asked.
“Sit down, Cyra,” He commanded, voice demanding as he sat back in the vanity chair.
“I…what?” She said, shocked to hear his tone.
“Sit. Down,” He gritted.
Moving back to the position she was in when he entered, she sat on the short step of the tub and leaned her head back on again on the towel she’d placed on the ledge. Her glowing eyes not leaving his, she anxiously awaited for his next command.
“Resume your activities from when I entered,” He smirked, leaning his elbows back on the edge of the vanity to watch her.
He wants to PLAY. Ok Azriel, let’s see how long you can last, she mused. Her hand started at her breast, pinching her nipples and cupping herself as she rubbed the peak to the point of sensitivity. A small moan escaped Cyra as she trailed her hand down her stomach, rubbing her hips in anticipation.
She slowly approached her wetness, starting at the top and circling her clit before moving down to her entrance to collect moisture on her fingers. She moved back up to her clit to continue circling it, head thrown back on the ledge with her eyes closed.
Let’s see if he can handle seeing my fantasy again, she thought, replaying the events that would take place at the training ring.
“Fuck, Cyra, stop thinking about the training ring and look at me,” he gritted out. Opening her eyes, she trailed them to where he sat, pressing his palm against his black pants and the hardness there. Her eyes grazed over him, taking in his beautiful black hair, his intense hazel eyes, and the expression of restraint mixed with pleasure on his face. She wanted to read his emotions, but the sensations she was feeling were too overwhelming for her to focus on them.
Her eyes traveled down the plain black long sleeve shirt he wore that looked to be a soft material, and to the ridge of his straining cock under his black pants.
“If you’re going to make me watch you, at least let me see what I’m working with so I can stop trying to imagine it,” she smirked, her confidence gaining after seeing the raw desire in his eyes. Her mate wanted her, badly.
He stopped his movements before moving up to unbutton his pants. His hand snaked into his pants as he gripped himself by the base and Cyra watched his cock spring free, the head glistening already with arousal. He left his pants on, not giving her a full view yet but she could see his hand snaking up and down his length, circling around the tip before repeating.
She let out a deep groan as her touches intensified and she started moving faster. She wasn’t going to last long with this view and the tension building in her body.
“Don’t come yet. I plan to own your orgasm today,” he commanded, working himself harder. She glared up at him as she eased her movements on herself.
“And how do you plan to do that?” She mused, looking him up and down in his fully dressed state. He smirked as black misty shadow poured from his hands and moved towards Cyra. Her breath caught as her fingers stopped moving and one shadow entered the water, somehow still visible and intact. She felt it graze her hips and thighs as it moved closer to her. Suddenly, she felt pressure against her entrance as a shadow teased her. It felt like his finger, working her as it entered her.
Meanwhile, the other shadow wrapped around her neck like a collar. It didn’t tighten but it did create a stimulating sensation of being gripped by the neck. His eyes darkened as he watched her throw her head back in pleasure and speed up her assault on her clit.
“This is what you wanted, right Cyra? Come for me, now,” Azriel demanded, his voice slightly strained by his own pleasure. She didn’t acknowledge him as her body fought the pleasure but ultimately succumbed to her orgasm. She jerked in the warm tub as she felt the mating bond glow with enjoyment in her chest as her fingers and the shadow continued to work her through her orgasm.
Coming down from her release, she tried to steady her breathing as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Azriel intensely. The shadows flitted away with the flick of his hand. Before he could say anything, she cut him off.
“DO. NOT. Leave me again.” She commanded, gripping the edge of the ledge as she willed her body to slowly start walking out of the tub. She was determined to watch him come to pieces at her will. He watched her taut body emerge from the water but didn’t say anything. She noticed his jaw clench as he took in her wet, naked body and she vanished her wings.
“Stand up. You left me last night to dream of all the ways I could make you beg…are you planning to do that again?” She growled. The temporary pleasure of her orgasm was gone and her desire was back, along with a new fearsome creature that wanted Azriel to obey.
He almost looked nervous as she stalked towards him, which brought her inner satisfaction.
“Cyra, you don’t have to…” he trailed off and she dropped to her knees in front of him.
“Please shut up. I’ve waited…so long to do this. Please don’t stop me,” She commanded, running her hands up his thighs to grip the edge of his pants. He nodded, practically salivating for what was to come. She pulled the pants down fully, throwing them haphazardly into the room as she exposed the extent of his hard length and tight balls clenched against his body.
He was perfection. Thick and long. Wrapping her fingers around his length was enough to convince her that he was large. Her thumb barely reached her other fingers in her grip.
Her hand moved to slide down to the base of his cock while she pulled the tip forward to circle it with her tongue. Azriel threw his head back with a moan as her mouth covered him, taking in more as she mimicked the movements with her hand along the base. Her other hand gently cupped his sack as he lightly thrust into her mouth trying to get deeper.
“How far can you take me, Cyra?” He asked, thick with desire as their eyes met. She opened her mouth wider to take more, nearly choking on him. She noticed the rough smile that crossed his face before it transformed to pure pleasure.
“Holy FUCK, I’m not going to last long,” he groaned as her tongue resumed circling the head of his cock before she took him deep again. The mating bond thrived in her chest at the pleasure she was giving her mate.
“Cyra…you should move if you don’t want…” He whispered out before she gripped his ass so he couldn’t retreat. His hands moved frantically in her hair as his thrusts picked up.
“Ugh, Cyra…” he moaned, coming in her mouth as his orgasm crashed. She greedily sucked him until his thrusting stopped, careful not to border into pain during his orgasm. More groans escaped his mouth as he tried to calm his breathing down and slowly released his hands from her hair.
“That was…” He trailed off as he sat in the vanity and tried to stop his panting. She smirked at him as she stood and grabbed her robe from the bathing chamber door. The events of the evening crashed back to reality as Cyra realized he would probably choose to leave shortly. Not knowing what to say, she grabbed her glass of wine from the tray and slid a gulp down.
“Can I…join you tonight?” He asked, almost shyly. Cyra’s head whipped around to see Azriel as he touched the glass in her hand and took a sip.
“Do you…want to?” She asked, surprised, as she let him fully take the glass. He pulled on undershorts from his pants and stood up, hands on his hips.
“Yes…but just to sleep, I promise. Unless you beg me otherwise,” he smirked, devilishly.
“But why do you want to?” She blurted out, still not understanding what he would want from her. He chuckled.
“Because I…like you. And I want to see where this could go. I can’t…I can’t explain it. But I like pissing you off,” he mused, shrugging as he took another sip of wine. She relaxed slightly, letting a short laugh out at his statement.
“I…I like that too. But you said something was off about me,” She said, cringing slightly.
“I know. And you didn’t deserve that…whatever I felt was off about you is what intrigues me the most, Cyra. I can’t…I can’t stay away from you,” he admitted.
“Ok, then don’t,” she smiled shyly, leading him to her bed.
Notes:
These two!! I LOVE them. I storyboarded the rest of Invisible and I swear there's a plot coming lol. I hope you love it!
Chapter 10
Notes:
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“Cyra…” A cool voice whispered into her ear as she felt feather light touches brush against her neck. The curtains swayed as the end of the summer breeze carried them into the air. Fingers brushed the skin of her back along the silk straps of her night shirt.
Her eyes cracked open slightly, adjusting to the light as she looked up at the fully dressed male towering over her. In the morning light, he was not just beautiful, he was stunning. And seeing him so close to her bed, knowing he slept next to her all night flooded her senses as the mating bond whirled. She had wrapped her body around him for most of it, relishing in his warmth and scent.
“Az?” She questioned, noticing he was in his fighting leathers, as she propped herself on her forearms and her long hair fell over shoulder and down her back.
“I have to go. Rhys summoned me early this morning for a few hour of work. I’ll be back tonight,” He said, clenching his jaw.
“Oh…ok. Because if this is about last night, it’s fine if you just want space or…” She said before he cut her off.
His lips met hers aggressively, pushing her back to the bed as her head spun. He pulled away and said, “It’s nothing like that. I slept better than I have…well…ever, last night. It was a challenge to fly home this morning when all I wanted to do was get that opinionated mouth of yours on me again,” he smirked as Cyra blushed, touching her bottom lip.
“Wait…what do you mean you flew home?” She questioned.
“I had to fly home to get new clothes then pretend like I was being summoned from the townhouse to the River House,” He explained sheepishly. He was embarrassed.
“You know, I’m sure Rhys will understand if I explain what’s…going on,” She said cautiously and immediately regretted bringing it up for fear of rejection.
“It’s nothing like that, Cyra. He and Feyre are just busybodies who will has 1 million questions and I didn’t feel like fielding them alone this morning,” he smiled and she relaxed.
“Ok.” She said, not fully convinced yet. Sensing her hesitation, he continued.
“When I return tonight…I’d like to…to take you on a date.” He sputtered out. Her eyes shot up to his, holding back a grin.
“Mother above Azriel, you make it sound like we would be going to a funeral…don’t let me force you out of your comfort zone.” She smirked.
“You know me. Dark brooding shadowsinger. Dating is not really my specialty,” He mused, brushing the hair back from his face.
“I’m sure we can find something you’d like to do,” She said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“No Cyra, none of that. We both know that part is more than…adequate. I’m talking a proper date. Venting about our families, awkward silences, the whole works,” He said, the smirk now growing on his face.
“Adequate? Really?” She said, feigning shock.
“I guess you’ll just have to try harder when I get back. But I’m serious. A date when I return. And I really must go now before Rhys bitches to me any more in my mind,” he said, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead before slapping her rear.
“Hey! Not fair…” She said, rolling over as he winked, walking out of the room.
Cyra sighed, staring up at the ceiling as she thought through the events of the past two days. How had they gone from enemies to…something so quickly.
That’s right. Mating bond… she mused to herself. If only it would snap for him too. Then I would know for sure that this is real.
She stretched as she considered getting out bed. It couldn’t be past 8 am. Looking at the clock, she saw it was almost 10 am. Had she really been sleeping that much?
The sudden scratch of black talons in her mind distracted her as she lowered her outer mental wall. She could feel Rhys’s emotions right away. Concern. Warmth. Interest.
Are we going to talk about this or do you plan to avoid me for all eternity? Rhys asked.
Poor dramatic High Lord…need your gossip of the day? She giggled to herself.
Ha-Ha. Have breakfast with me? I’ll even take you out. Feyre is visiting Vassa and Lucien with Elain (some progress there) so I have a little time to catch up with my favorite seraphine, he replied.
I’m the ONLY seraphine you know. Give me 5 minutes, she responded, shutting her mental walls.
***
“Thank you,” Cyra said to the waitress as her coffee was filled. “I’ll have the lobster scrambled eggs since the High Lord is paying,” She smirked at him as he rolled his eyes.
“I’ll have the poached eggs and potatoes. Thank you,” he said kindly, handing the menus to her as she nodded and walked away.
“You’re a real pain in the ass. Why do I keep letting you visit?” He asked her, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Hmm…I think your High Lady would miss me if you kicked me out. Not to mention your shadowsinger…” She said before mentally kicking herself. Azriel had wanted her to be discrete about it with Rhys.
“Stop guilting yourself. I already know. He even had the audacity to fly to the House of Wind before flying back to see me this morning. Does he truly think I’m that oblivious to what’s going on in my own house?” Rhys said, shaking his head while Cyra cringed.
“I hope it wasn’t…that obvious. Maybe I should have been more quiet-“ She said before he cut her off.
“Please…don’t go any further with that. We do not need to discuss those aspects of your life. I consider you a sister. I am…happy that you two have found each other. Azriel has had a hard life…you too. You’re well matched. The mating bond between you both makes sense as much as you don’t want to believe it,” he said, grimacing slightly before smiling.
“Well, this is all very new for me and unexpected,” She shrugged, sipping more of her coffee.
“Have you told him yet?” Rhys asked, hopefully.
“No…no I haven’t. I’ve been hoping it would just…happen. But Rhys, the connection we have even now is…holy Mother, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I can’t…I can’t leave him again. What am I going to do?” She groaned, dropping her head into her hands. Rhys reached out and patted her forearm.
“It’s going to be OK. The mating bond is challenging and wonderful. It’s hard to explain to anyone who hasn’t been through it. You don’t have to have all the answers now…these things tend to work out as they should. I do think you should tell him sooner than later. I’m already concerned how he’ll react if he finds out and it hasn’t snapped,” he said, as the food came towards them on a tray.
They thanked the waitress as she walked away.
“He won’t find out unless one of us tells him…it’s better for him to reach the conclusion on his own. And I’m…I’m slightly more hopeful we’re heading in that direction. He…he asked me on a date.” Cyra blushed, as she picked at her eggs.
“He did?” Rhys smirked up at her.
“Yes…I need to know he’s ok with any outcome of the mating bond before I tell him. I don’t want him to be with me just because he knows we have this…between us,” Cyra said, trailing off.
“I get it. Have faith in him. He means well…relationships are just hard for him. It’s a good sign he’s trying. He’s already less broody since you’ve been around,” Rhys mused and Cyra nodded.
“So what are you doing the rest of the day, Mighty High Lord of the Night Court?” Cyra fake bowed in her chair as Rhys rolled his eyes.
“Well…there is something we need to talk about, if you’re ok with changing the subject,” He said, meeting her eyes.
“Sure.”
“The kelpie you killed a few weeks ago…have you considered how it could have entered the Night Court to begin with?” Rhys asked.
“I’ve been researching their origins since we got back from the mission. There’s never been a reported sighting outside of the Middle. Do you think we should ask Amren?”
“I have…she had nothing else useful to add. I think we need to do more digging. Would you be amenable to visiting to the Day Court to use their libraries and speak to Helion? He may know something we don’t,” Rhys asked.
“Of course. When do you want me to leave?”
“Tomorrow, if possible,” Rhys said.
“On it, boss,” She smirked at him. He gave her one more head shake before motioning to the waitress for the check.
***
Deciding to get a head start on her research, Cyra headed to the Velaris library near the House of Wind. She searched with one of the priestesses for anything related to kelpie and then sat in a large leather chair to dig through the ancient books. After several hours, she had not found anything of importance. She blew out a sigh and ran her fingers through some of her curls.
“You look like you could use a drink,” A dark voice said from behind her. Smirking to herself, she peeked over at her shadow, her mate, watching her from the entrance to the small alcove she had settled in.
“I could…Rhys gave me an assignment and I’ve found nothing useful. Did he tell you about the trip to Day Court?” She asked.
“Yes,” he gritted. “Can’t say I’m thrilled about you going alone to Day.” He said, meeting her eyes as he walked towards her. The intense look on his face made her heart jump and the mating bond pulse.
“It’ll be fine, Az. You forget that I’m over 300 years old. I’ve been to many courts and met many people.”
“It’s not fine. You’re a seraphine, Cyra. Helion is a good man, but he’ll try to keep you there. Others will try to keep you to themselves. How do you think they’ll act when they realize you adsorbed a kelpie’s power and could essential blast a whole army with a few waves of your hand. Or that you can read anyones intentions and emotions,” He said, his jaw clenching in response.
“Az, it’s just a few days, and then I’ll fly ho…back to Velaris,” She caught herself. She was not ready to admit that she wanted Velaris to be home.
“Home. Fly home,” he said, looking her dead in the eye, as he moved closer to her chair and placed arms on either side of her. She hesitated before responding.
“I don’t have a home. It’s just the nature of…of what I am. Besides, I can’t blast a whole army with my light,” she replied, looking away.
“Have you tried? Rhys told me about the light flares you had to release after everything,” he said, close enough to lightly force her chin to look at him.
“Such a busybody,” she muttered. “The power doesn’t last forever, Azriel.”
“Maybe not all of it, but how do explain the glowing eyes? How tired you’ve been? The fact that emotions have been overwhelming you more than usual? Your need to training and release this energy?” He asked, dropping his hand.
The mating bond hell I’m in. THAT’S how I explain it, Azriel, she thought, wishing she could scream it at him.
“I was promised a drink, wasn’t I?” She said, pushing on his chest to move him away from her chair. Standing up, she grabbed the stack of books and organized them into a neat pile. He sighed, running his hand through his hair and before he could argue, Cyra spoke again.
“Az, let’s just have a good night before I have to leave. You promised me a date. Dates shouldn’t start with a…disagreement,” she said, smiling at him as she itched to run her hands through his hair herself.
“Ok…you’re right. Is there anything in particular you want to do first?” He asked, his emotions turning from frustration and protectiveness to hope and interest.
“Fly. Fly with me,” she smiled and he looked a little surprised.
“You want to…fly together? I don’t think I’ve ever…done that with a female,” he said, standing stiffly as if he didn’t know how to act.
“Really? You never flew with an Illyrian girl? Tried to cop a feel, mid flight?” She smirked at him. He laughed, shaking his head.
Mother above. His laugh is magnificent. Memo to self, try to make him laugh more, she mused.
“No but there’s a first time for everything,” He said, wiggling his eyebrows as he grabbed her hand. They made their way quickly out of the library, heading for the balcony of the House of Wind.
“Are you brave enough to jump?” He asked as he started climbing on the wide ledge of the balcony rail and held a hand out for her to join. She rolled her eyes as she jumped up with him.
“Puh-lease. This is a cake walk compared to other places I’ve had to jump from,” she said, revealing her large white, feathered wings. His breath hitched for a moment and she looked at him thoughtfully.
“I’ll never get over seeing your beautiful wings. You are such a stunning creature,” he mused, running his hand down her arm. She blushed meeting his eyes and intense stare. Mate. Her mate.
“There you go again with the eyes,” he said smiling.
“Sorry…”
“Don’t apologize. Ready?” He asked. She nodded as they both jumped.
***
After landing in Velaris, both giddy from their thrill-seeking flight, Azriel had guided Cyra to his favorite restaurant on the Sidra. During dinner, she noticed several looks from females interested in Azriel’s siphons, wings, good looks, or anything about him. She watched their eyes glaze down his body and she couldn’t really blame them. He was beautiful.
But what she liked more than anything was the joy she felt him exude as they laughed about frivolous things like Rhys and Feyre’s nosiness, Cassian and Nesta’s constant banter, and Amren’s complete disregard for both of them.
As their entrees arrived, Cyra’s heart fluttered as she knew she’d have to discuss the mating bond with him again. There was never going to be a good time, but she hated to ruin the conversation.
“Az…can I ask you something more serious?” She said, meeting his eyes.
“Of course,” he said, interested as he took a bite of his steak.
“Do you remember what you said to me about the mating bond when we were on the mission?” She asked.
“Yes…but Cyra I was in a bad place. We don’t need to relive my mistakes with…Gwyn,” he flinched. The motion made Cyra’s stomach drop in fear.
“I just…I just need to know if you still truly believe you need a mating bond to love someone or be loved?” She blurted out. Of course he would think she was asking for the opposite reason she was.
“Fuck the mating bond. I can say that without a shadow of a doubt. I don’t need it and I honestly haven’t thought about it since we…,” he said, almost shyly. “Please just forget what I said and know that I want to be here with you, more than I ever have with anyone else. I can’t explain why but this feels different, Cyra.”
And there it is. My heart just exploded. Everything I’ve wanted for 10 years, just happened, she thought. The emotion was going to consume her. She used everything she had not to react the way she wanted to; screaming, crying, thrashing with joy and excitement.
“I feel the same. Thank you for answering me so honestly,” she smiled back at him.
***
Sipping her third glass of wine, she dipped her spoon into the chocolate concoction Azriel had insisted they finish their meal with. Cyra slid the spoon into her mouth, rotating it 180 degrees to lick every drop of the amazing chocolate ganache and raspberry drizzle. She looked up as Azriel’s eyes trailed down to her mouth and he licked his lips.
“See something of interest, spymaster?” She mused, eyes sparkling mischievously. He smirked and cleared his throat, motioning to the waiter to bring them the check. After paying, Azriel grabbed her hand and guided her back to the street that led to the River House. He hadn’t said much as he led her but she felt his thick emotions. Desire. Scheming. Urgency.
Before she could look, he pulled her into a hidden alley and pushed her back against the cool brick of the wall between two restaurants. His lips crashed into hers as one of his hands came to caress her throat while the other grazed the bottom of her breast.
“Az…what if someone sees?” She said, between kisses. He pulled away, releasing shadow from his hands as she saw the view of the street turn a veiled shade of gray, indicating they were both hidden.
“That’s…that’s incredible,” she said, fascinated by his power. His lips brought her back to reality as she felt him lick the column of her throat, kiss up to her chin and then take her mouth. She moaned deeply as the mating bond whirled in her chest, desperate to take things further.
One thing she had considered earlier in the day was whether she would wait to fully consummate the bond until it had snapped for him too, if the opportunity presented. But the thought of waiting any longer made her physically pained. Resolved, she reached down to the front of his waistband, pressing her palm against his hard erection.
“Cyra…I can’t wait for you any longer. All I do is…think about you when I’m not with you. I could barely focus on work today. Your skin…your scent, your hair, your touch. It’s too much,” he moaned, thrusting into her hand.
“I know Az, I know. Shhh…” She whispered as her other hand weaved into his hair.
“I need to touch you, it’s never enough,” he said, practically panting. His hand was tearing at her shirt as he slide his fingers through the open buttons and her bralette to cup her.
It’s starting to get to him too. The mating bond…and it’s only getting worse for me, she thought, trying to focus while his hand teasing her breast. Her hand grazed the head of his cock through his pants and he bucked against her roughly.
“Cyra…tell me it feels this intense to you,” he begged. Her hand moved faster against him as her own thoughts became jumbled.
“Yes, yes, Az, you have no idea.” She groaned back.
Suddenly, Azriel froze. His stillness caused Cyra to flick her eyes open to stare at his face in confusion. He looked distant for a moment before he spoke.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I am going to kill him.” Azriel said to the darkness.
“What…what’s going on?” She asked.
“My asshole brothers. One who chose to interrupt us so rudely and the other, who caused some sort of situation at the Illyrian camp and now Declan is threatening to isolate his forces from the Night Court,” Azriel seethed.
I’ve never seen him look so…fearsome. It’s hot. Ok, it’s official. I’m demented, she thought.
“So you’re…you’re leaving? Right now? I still have my hand on your…” She trailed off looking down at the precum that stained his pants.
“Believe me. This is my worst nightmare. I’m sorry. Can you light-travel home? I need to know you’ll be safe. Please - go now,” he said, kissing her forehead.
“Ok. You be safe too,” she said stepping away towards the main street as he lifted the shroud from around them and noises came pouring in.
“Of course, my little seraphine. Don’t glow for anyone else while I’m gone,” he murmured as she nodded and traveled back to the River House.
Notes:
:) :)
Chapter 11
Notes:
I try to update every other day - it really depends on if I have the chapter visualized. And then I reread it 4-5 times to make sure it flows the way I want. Hope you like this one :)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The clock next to her bedside read 3:30 am. She had waited all night for Azriel to return to her bed, but he didn’t. It was too late to check with Rhysand or Feyre, and she wished in those moments that she was daemati.
Where are you, Azriel? Don’t make me go to the Day Court without saying goodbye, she thought, twisting and turning in bed before giving up. She sat up with a sigh. Her thoughts started to wander back to the alley. Her body pressed against the brick wall. His knee nudging between her legs to spread them. His hardness pressed against her hip as his mouth claimed hers desperately.
Fuck, I cannot start this again. He can feel and/or SEE my fantasies. That would not be helpful if he’s still on the mission, she thought, pushing her hair back.
Resolved to not sit around any longer, Cyra started prepping for her trip to the Day Court. She packed her belongings into a pocket realm before bathing and drying her waves. To protect her hair on the trip, she created an intricate plait that weaved around the crown of her head. The elaborate hairstyle helped distract her from her mate.
She dressed in fitted brown pants and a white silk shirt, topped with an intricate floral bodice that would be comfortable for travel. She’d had enough of Illyrian leathers. Looking at her reflection one last time, she rubbed the dark circles under her eyes, willing them to go away.
If I sit around and wait for him and he doesn’t show, I’ll lose my mind…she thought. Resolved, Cyra decided to combo fly and light-travel to the Day Court to make the trip longer. Flying would be good for dispelling her power reserves.
Looking at her open balcony one last time, she studied the natural shadows one last time before sighing. He’s not here, Cyra, she thought, revealing her wings. She jumped to the balcony rail before plunging into the night sky in the direction of the Day Court.
***
Cyra was almost to the Day Court before dark talons scratched her mental walls. It had been nearly 5 hours since she left.
Yes, all mighty High Lord? She asked, sarcastically.
You left already? You didn’t even say goodbye. Feyre is bothered, Rhys said.
Feyre is bothered? Not you and all you need to control? She smirked.
I can feel your judgment from here. But the real reason I’m checking in is because your mate seems to have gone feral, he said. She felt a hint of sarcasm and amusement through his communication.
What…what did he do? She asked.
He ransacked half the River House at 4 am looking for you. So loudly he woke up Nyx. He did all this without even acknowledging that he had been in your room the past several nights. I found him looking in the study closets for you, Rhys mused.
That seems like an improbable place to find me. I couldn’t sleep so I left early. I…I thought he wasn’t coming. Is he ok? She asked, nervously.
He’s fine. Just looking for his mate who hasn’t told him she’s his mate. He finally found me at the breakfast table and looked like a sad lonely puppy before he spilled his guts about how he’s been secretly seeing you and how pissed he was at me for interrupting your…evening activities before your “long” trip, Rhys said, and she thought she felt a small cringe. She smirked to herself.
What activities, High Lord? She teased.
Cyra, don’t be gross. ANYWAY, Helion expects you shortly and has asked that we all join when you’ve completed your research to discuss your findings, he said.
Who is “we all”? She asked.
Feyre, Cassian, Nesta, Amren and Azriel, he responded.
Ok. Please tell Azriel everything is fine. He doesn’t need to worry.
I’ll tell him, but I doubt it will stop him from worrying. He’s already asked me three times what you’ve said just now and why he couldn’t have gone with you. I’m going to have to keep him busy to prevent him from flying to the Day Court early, he mused.
Why *couldn’t* he come with me? She asked Rhys.
I think you and I both know you wouldn’t get much research done if he’s your bodyguard, Rhys responded and Cyra blushed to herself, nodding.
Let me know when you get there safely, Rhys said before exiting her mind. She sighed as she saw the entrance to the High Lord’s private estate, as described by Rhys yesterday in their trip coordination meeting.
Although she hadn’t met Helion before, Rhys filled her in on his personality (warm, jovial), his High Lord style (generous, personable, helpful), and his personal preferences as somewhat of a warning (anything that walks).
Cyra chuckled to herself when she thought back to how Rhys had tried to explain the last part. He’d warned her that Helion would definitely try to flirt or outright seduce her at some point. Landing at a hidden alcove near the front steps, she smoothed her braid and hid her wings to avoid anyone identifying her.
Rhys told her it was safe to inform Helion about her background but it was important to minimize any others who may find out. Walking towards the front entrance, Cyra was greeted by a guard.
“Hi, my name is…” She started before a booming voice said her name from behind the guard.
“Cyra! What a pleasure it is to finally meet you,” Helion boasted as he came down the steps in his Day Court toga.
“High Lord and Spellcleaver, it as honor to meet you,” She said, bowing slightly.
“Oh Mother. What has Rhysand taught you? I hope he didn’t say you need to be this formal,” He mused.
“Manners? From Rhysand? I’m not sure we’re discussing the same High Lord,” she smirked as he warmly laughed. He grabbed her arm and led her inside.
“Come, I had tea and a light breakfast prepared. I’d like to hear more about why you’re here,” he said, showing her to a small table covered with fruit, pastries, and a tea set in a floral courtyard of the house.
“It’s…stunning here,” she said, looking around the bountiful garden.
“Rhysand told me you’ve been to the Day Court before but I hope being on my personal grounds only improves your opinion of Day,” He smiled warmly.
“I’ve always loved it here. I spent some time in a cottage in the South of the Day Court. The sun and gardens were magnificent. It’s a pleasure to be back here,” she said wistfully. “But all the Courts have their unique advantages,” she smiled, looking deeper into the garden as she thought of her mate back home.
“Ah yes…I can see the mating bond from here,” He smirked, trailing her eyes into the garden.
“What? You can see it?” She asked, her head snapping back to him.
“Not with everyone. But I can see yours. You’re a seraphine. Your magic is…different, as you know,” He said, waiting for her to lead the conversation.
“What do you see?” She asked.
“I just see a bit of an aura around you. Not to mentioning the wispy look in your eyes,” he winked. She blushed and looked down at her tea.
“Do I know the male? Female? Creature?” He asked, which caused Cyra to chuckle.
“Um…I’m not sure. What do you know about seraphines?” She asked, changing the subject. He gave her a thoughtful look before nodding in acceptance.
“We’ve had quite a few work here over the years. Raheem was the first seraphine I met and one of my oldest friends. I believe he is your distant, much older cousin. He was magnificent - a fearsome warrior and fighter for truth and freedom. He fought against Amarantha’s reign but sadly did not survive her wrath. He was considered one of my highest ranked military generals. She accused him of treason when she discovered he was searching for a way to free prisoners stuck Under the Mountain,” Helion said, looking sadly at the fountain in the center of the garden.
“I’m…so sorry to hear that. My kind have always been…hunted,” she cringed, sipping her tea.
“What services do you provide the Night Court?” Helion asked.
“Well, nothing until I volunteered this year. I’ve been visiting Rhys and his family for over 200 years. I guess I was a bit of a freeloader from an outside perspective,” she said, with a half smirk.
“And what did you volunteer?”
“To help him with any missions where he could utilize my…gifts. So far, there’s only been one task he’s assigned to me. I presume Rhys told you?” She asked, meeting his eyes.
“Yes. The kelpie. I am happy to have you work with my staff to find relevant literature on the topic. Kelpie are brutally dangerous. We’d be grateful for any information you and the Night Court can share at the end of your literature review,” he said, sipping his tea and biting into a scone.
“Of course, High Lord,” She said with a warm smile.
“May I make one suggestion?” He asked, meeting her eyes. She nodded thoughtfully.
“Do some research here about your own kind. You may learn something new about you abilities and ways to harness the tremendous power you withhold. The personal training ring is yours to use while you’re here. I’ve had it warded so no one will know if you need to release your light. Or even if you just want to exercise in peace,” he said quietly.
“That is very generous, High Lord. I am greatly appreciative. I hope that my research will benefit you and your Court,” she smiled.
“So how are the High Lady and High Lord of the Night Court these days?”
“As nosey as ever…” Cyra said trailing off before she clasped a hand over her mouth, remembering where she was. Helion laughed and sat back.
“I think I’m going to like you, Cyra,” he smiled and she grinned back, slightly embarrassed.
***
The day went both fast and slow for Cyra as she searched the library for any mention of Kelpie magic and travel. Her initial search wasn’t fruitful, so she finally headed back to the room she had been led to by Helion’s staff. Walking back through the halls, she spied the large training ring fitted with gloves, a boxing mannequin, and other types of weights to help with exercise. She made a mental note to go every morning.
Entering the room she was guided to, she nearly gasped at the beauty of the decor and structure. Golden arched walls framed a large white bed that looked pillowy soft, while a large balcony overlooked the courtyard she had been in with Helion earlier that day and the sounds of a water fountain filled the room. The large bathing chamber housed a gold claw foot tub, perfect for soaking.
Crashing onto the bed, she started removing her boots as she threw her body back and snuggled the soft linens and pillows. It had to be close 10 pm now, and she didn’t want to disturb the staff with a food request but a knock sounded at her door before she could consider her options.
She found a small tray set at the foot of her door with a glass of wine and an array of meats and vegetables cooked to perfection under a golden lid.
After consuming her dinner greedily, she opted for a warm bath before changing into her silk night clothes. She slid into the cool bed as the breeze cascaded in through her balcony windows. The chiffon curtains reminded her of her mate sneaking into her room. She sighed, willing herself to stop and avoid another embarrassing fantasy transmission to him through the bond.
She closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would claim her after her long day, but an image popped into her head before she could feel any drowsiness.
Cyra found herself looking around a room in the House of Wind. Azriel’s room. It seemed like she was lying on her back on a bed. She only knew it was his because several blue siphons glowed on his desk near his window. The room was dark, only moonlight streaming in through the open windows.
Reaching to move, she tried to sit up but couldn’t. She looked at her hands and noticed her arms and legs were tethered to the bed with…restraints. No, not restraints. Shadows. They caressed her skin and kept her from moving.
She looked around until she saw her shadow, her mate, standing in a door way to the bathing chamber. He was naked.
“What is this place?” Cyra asked. “And how did I get here?”
Before she could look around further, the shadow moved towards her and said, “I’m trying a little experiment, Cyra. I brought you here the same way you brought me to you the night you were in the bath tub,” he murmured.
“But we can…communicate this way?” She asked.
“At least until we learn more about our connection, it would appear so. As long as our lust remains the main purpose,” he smirked at her, still walking towards her.
Her eyes glazed down his body. His abs clenched as he walked. His hardness was pointed up towards his stomach as his hand slowly worked himself. His eyes were fixed on her the whole time. The intensity made her stomach flip and the mating bond in her chest practically vibrate.
“Az…” she heard herself say without even thinking to say it. She was hearing what he wanted her to say. Incredible.
He slowly climbed over her, his body careful not to touch hers as she pulled at her restraints.
“Ah, ah, ah. I wouldn’t pull too hard little seraphine. The more you pull, the more they bite,” he whispered in her ear, pulling it with his teeth slightly.
“And you’re…their master?” She asked.
“Yes, they answer to me,” He replied as he kissed down her neck, dipping in the crevice of her throat.
“Az…I need you,” she gritted out.
“I know baby….relax,” he said, drawing his hand up her thigh as he looked down. his hand continued to trace around her body, avoiding the one place she desired above all else.
“You’re…teasing me. Do you want me to beg?” She said, hoping to sound sarcastic but fearing it came out more desperate than she intended.
His mouth smiled devilishly at her before reaching down to lick the dip in her collarbone as his hand reached her breast and cupped her roughly. She arched into his touch as he kissed down the curve of her chest and up to the peak of her nipple, before circling it with his tongue.
“I will never get enough of you. Do you understand how I felt when you weren’t in your room this morning?” he asked, continuing to overstimulate her nipple.
“How…how did you feel?”
“Vulnerable. Foolish. Desperate.” He said, sucking her other nipple between each word. She just moaned in response, looking down at him. Her eyes shot to his other hand that was busy touching himself.
“Az, let me help you,” she said, but he shook his head.
“This is for your pleasure right now. But really, I should be punishing you for leaving me so…abruptly this morning,” he smirked.
“You left me abruptly last night…” she trailed off, arching against his touch as he ran a hand down her hip just missing her slit.
“Bastard,” she whispered as he did it again and moved back to bite her lip.
“Maybe I’ll give you a little pleasure first, then,” he said with a wicked smile, as his fingers traced the wetness. He wasn’t even directly touching her yet and she was bucking wildly. He brought his hand to apply pressure to her lower stomach and massage her clit with his thumb as he used his other hand to slowly insert his finger inside her.
Cyra groaned in pleasure as she wriggled on his hand, desperate to feel more.
“So eager tonight. No patience for games I see?” He said, relishing in her desire.
“Az…please,” She moaned as his thumb moved faster.
“Please, what?”
“Please make me come,” She begged.
“Oh, I plan to. I love watching you beg. But not before your punishment, turn over,” he said and before she knew what was happening, she was face down on the bed with her arms and legs back in shadow restraints.
“Az…what are you…” She asked, as his hand trailed up over the curve of her ass and along her lower back.
“Do you trust me?” He whispered, softly caressing her.
“Yes,” She said truthfully.
“Reveal your wings,” He requested, although it sounded more like a demand than a request. Her breath stopped.
She knew how to pleasure males with wings but she’d never let another male intentionally touch her own. She wasn’t even sure if this fantasy was real.
“Cyra…take out your wings,” he said, a little more forcefully this time.
She swallowed before deciding to trust that her mate would protect her by instinct. Revealing her wings, he murmured “beautiful” as he slowly trailed a hand between them on her shoulder blades, relaxing the skin and muscle. Her wings were just as sensitive as his but she’d never shown him what she liked.
“I promise I won’t hurt you. Tell me if you don’t like something,” he requested softly, as if reading her mind. She nodded as his hands reached to touch the firm tendon at the top of her wings, covered in soft white feathers. He lightly trailed down along the ridge that connected with her back.
She groaned as the sensitive pleasure covered her body, already on the edge.
“Az…I can’t…it’s so sensitive,” She moaned, pushing her core on the bed to try to find release.
“You can and you will, trust me,” he said, sliding his other hand down to push two fingers this time back inside her.
Her mind was completely blank as he touched her - too overcome with sensation and pleasure of both areas being touched.
He grazed his fingers down the white feathers through the membrane part of her wing, reaching the thicker feathers near the bottom of her wing, and she nearly yelped.
“Tell me how it feels. Describe it. I want to know if its the same for you,” He demanded.
“I…it’s so…too many…Az it’s overwhelming,” She tried to say, failing to form words. Before she could even warn him, her orgasm claimed her as she struggled against the strong shadow restraints that cinched harder with her pull.
Her body thrashed as he touched her core and wings at the same time, alternating sides. Slowly he stopped, opting to run his fingers over her the less sensitive skin of her arms and legs.
“Good girl, Cyra. Deep breaths…It’s slipping away…sleep well my love,” Cyra heard him whisper as the connection faded to blackness.
Before she could respond, she was back in her room. She’d always been in her room, she realized, looking around. She hadn’t even touched herself through the fantasy that he played in her mind.
How could he send these images yet they couldn’t mind communicate? Another fascinating and unsettling result of their mating bond.
He’s going to realize it soon. It’s only a matter of time, she thought. The prospect of his discovery excited her, but she was also terrified of how he would take it. So for the time being, Cyra decided to live in the moment and take one day at a time.
She tried several more times to communicate with him to no avail. Finally giving up, she settled into her bed as sleep began to claim her.
Wait a second. Did he say "my love"? She thought.
Notes:
I promise he is finding out soon :)
Chapter Text
The night sky here is…different. Colorful, brighter, but not as luminescent as the Night Court, Cyra thought as she stared up from a lounger in the courtyard. Glass of wine in hand, she laid flat on the lounger, gazing at the star filled sky of the Day Court.
She wholly preferred the views of the Night Court, but she could see herself being happy at Day. She had been happy at the Day Court in the cottage. Now those memories seemed distant and lonely. As long as I’m with him, I’ll be happy, she sighed.
She missed him. She missed the banter, the flirting, the longing looks, the tension, and most of all, she missed the vibration of the bond when she was close to him.
Listen to me. I’m blubbering fool…in…in…in love, she nearly cringed saying it, but it was true. What she thought she felt seemed like what love should be. She didn’t want to be parted from him. The thought of losing him now was life-ending.
Everything the bond was destined for was becoming reality. She chastised herself for allowing herself to give in.
Was it ever even in my control? Probably not. Fate and the Mother were always the prevailing players here. Is it so bad? She thought of Azriel. His smile and laugh. His playful, boyish qualities. His dominance. His protectiveness. His competitiveness. His need to possess her.
No, it’s definitely not bad. But the hard part still remains. When will the bond snap for him? Or should I…tell him? Would he reject me? Am I actually considering taking Rhysand’s advice? He hasn’t even “called” me in 5 days, she chastised.
It was true. He hadn’t come to her again in his fantasy form, and her efforts to reciprocate ended in silence. She wasn’t sure if she was doing something wrong or if he had just been busy, but her five days of research at the Day Court were growing lonely and exhausting.
The kelpie research was hitting a dead end; she couldn’t find any information on how kelpie could leave the Middle, how they traveled, what their clan patterns were, and how they survived without food (souls). Probably because no one had ever been able to communicate with them or understand their original purpose.
Sighing, Cyra took another sip of her wine before she felt feminine black talons tickle her mental walls.
My High Lady. How are you? I miss you, she said, genuinely excited to hear from her friend.
We miss you too Cyra. It’s boring here without your spirit. How is the research going? What are you up to? She inquired.
I’m currently sipping a glass of red wine, alone, looking at the night stars. What a pathetic scene this is. The research is…extensive. I have a lot more to go through but most of the books I’ve reviewed have restated the same information over and over. How long do you think I should stay and continue? She asked.
I’d say give it two weeks or until you’ve looked through most of the books. If it doesn’t amount to anything, come home so we can restrategize. Selfishly, I need my friend back too, she replied, and she felt Feyre’s warm smile through her mind.
I will, but I hate to disappoint you both, she said truthfully.
You won’t. The kelpie mystery may never get solved, but at least we have tried, she responded.
How is…he? Is he there with you? She asked, no longer able to keep the question to herself. She felt Feyre’s amusement.
Rhys sent Azriel on a mission for the past five days. He was on the continent with Lucien, getting intel from Vassa and Jurian. I think he visited some southern locations too. Rhys had to get him away from everyone since he was so mopey and pissy after you left, Feyre chuckled and Cyra smirked.
Is he back? She asked, wondering if she should try to connect with him that evening.
Yes, he’s actually picking vegetables in the garden with Elain right now. I can see them through my window with the basket, looks like cucumbers, tomatoes…Feyre continued, but her voice faded out as burning flame erupted in Cyra’s ears and she sat up from her reclined position. Her…MATE.
He’s with…Elain? In the…garden? Helping her? Cyra gritted out to Feyre, the bile rising in her throat.
She knew she sounded ridiculous. But why was her mate with Elain? The female betrothed to another fae. The female who had tried to kiss her mate at Winter Solstice years ago, as she found out from Feyre previously. The female with doe eyes that could make males melt at her feet.
No, it’s nothing like that, Cyra. I just asked them to pick some vegetables for dinner so I could get Nyx to eat something other than desserts, Feyre responded, but it was too late. The white hot flame of jealousy was materializing in Cyra’s hand as she melted the wine glass in her hand, spilling red wine onto the pavement. The movement brought her attention back to the conversation. Her mate. Her mate was in the garden with Elain.
Damn mating bond. Cyra - it’s innocent, there is nothing to -, Feyre said sharply as Cyra pushed her out of her mental walls. She hadn’t heard anything Feyre had said after she mentioned Elain.
Hot, raged fury pulsed through her veins. She had to get to the warded training ring before she did something dangerous. She ran in the direction of the ring, sparks erupting from her hands. As she entered the ring, her scream pierced the spherical ward and white hot light bounced along its edges, pouring from her hands.
After a few moments, she felt her rage recoil. Staring at her hands, they looked normal after what they’d just produced. No after effects plagued her. Perhaps she had underestimated the power transfer from the kelpie.
Shaking her hands and fanning herself, she willed her breathing to slow so she could avoid another light expulsion. She grabbed a rag from the side bench and poured water onto it before squeezing it out and placing the damp rag on her neck.
He’s with Elain. He’s with Elain. He’s with Elain. MY mate. My mate. MY MATE, she thought as the rage threatened to pour out. It was almost as if the mating bond was merging with her ancient power, generating something completely new.
Dark male black talons tapped on her mental walls as she cringed.
No, she thought before she mentally pushed white light at him. The talons retracted suddenly, as if they were in pain. She almost sensed that she had…burned him. She’d burned Rhysand through his mind. She knew he would be fine, but remorse started to fill her before the wrath resumed.
Why wasn’t HE watching Azriel? Keeping him away from Elain? Or maybe it didn’t matter. If her mate wanted someone else, who was she to stop him? She thought, anguished. The rational side of her brain told her she was overreacting, but the mating bond pulsed in her chest with fury.
It was at that moment that she felt something through the bond. She wasn’t exactly sure how, but it felt like concern. Anxiety. And possibly regret. The tiniest tug. An unintentional tug on the mating bond. Her heart shattered.
Am I feeling his emotions through the bond now? Mother above, what more can I TAKE? She screamed in her mind as she unleashed her white light again. This time, the light didn’t explode as violently, but it did make its way to the spherical ward’s shield. She silently thanked Helion for building this for her.
Exhausted, Cyra slide her back down the side barriers of the training ring on the bench, head in her hands. What a fucking disaster. I can’t believe I was considering telling him, she thought as the tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks. The pain and anguish continued as her sobbing start. Thoughts of Azriel with Elain spiraled out of control.
She had to get back to her room before someone saw her. Light-traveling, she landed on her balcony and crumbled to the floor.
***
Cyra woke to a pounding headache as she lifted her head and rubbed it. Looking around, she saw that she had fallen asleep on the short chaise of her room in an awkward position. Sighing, she looked at the room’s clock and saw that it was 6 AM.
She groaned, remember what happened the night before. She knew deep down she had overreacted to Feyre, but she couldn’t get the mental image of Azriel bedding Elain out of her mind. And even worse, she imagined that he would like it. Before the rage could simmer, dark male talons begged for permission again, as they had many times the night before.
WHAT Rhysand? She gritted, finally allowing him in.
Nothing happened. I was aware of the situation. Feyre feels awful for even saying anything. You must know she meant nothing by it. The mating bond is clouding your judgement, he said calmly.
Rage simmered in Cyra as she fought the urge to snap back at him.
Then she shouldn’t have brought it up. Thank you for reminding me of this stupid curse called the mating bond, she responded.
Cyra, it’s not a curse. Feyre and I…forgot how strong the mating bond urges can be at first, especially before it snaps for you both and it’s accepted. It was a mistake, he said regretfully.
The mistake was that you LET him go to the garden with Elain. You KNEW what happened last time. I thought you…I thought you wanted this for us? She said, her mental voice cracking as tears threatened.
We’d never jeopardize your mating bond. We do want you both to be happy. If I felt for one second that your happiness and his was at risk, I would have intervened. But I’ve been in Elain’s mind. She is enamored with Lucien, more so each day. You have nothing to fear, he said.
And what of Azriel? She asked sharply.
He’s been a sulking mess since you left and I had to send him away to end his pity party. He said he felt something was wrong last night. He felt pain in his chest, but didn’t know where it came from. He left suddenly after…Feyre talked to you, unaware of your conversation. I half expected he’d be with you by now, but Cassian was able to talk him out of it, he said sheepishly.
Cyra sighed, considering how to respond. Tears threatened to spill again from her eyes.
Are you ok? He asked.
I don’t know. I need to go back to work. Tell Feyre I’m not mad. I’ll see you all in 8 days, she answered truthfully. He silently nodded, retreating from her mind and Cyra threw herself into her work.
***
The library was becoming her sanctuary and her prison. Looking at the messy table next to her in her favorite study alcove, books stacked to the brim, Cyra groaned as she realized how many she’d need to organize tonight and catalog the following day.
It was Day 14 of her research project and she’d still only found information she already knew about the kelpie. The past several days, when she’d finished at the library, Cyra drowned the evening away in wine so she would fall asleep immediately after lying her head on her pillow. She hoped it would avoid meeting Azriel in one of his fantasies aimed at connecting and communicating with her.
She knew she was in love with him, but she also knew that distance would help her cope with any potentially negative outcome of their relationship. She’d felt his feelings of curiosity, rejection, and confusion pass to her through the bond a few times, but she shut them out.
I can’t avoid him forever, she thought, blowing out a breath of air as she organized a few more books.
He was arriving with the rest of the Night Court delegation in the evening and her nerves were on edge. Sinking deeper into her leather chair, she scanned one of the last books of her stack:
Kelpie often travel in packs of three - two males and one female. Their gender features are only distinguished by the form that they take when they attract their prey. Females will transform to water wraiths, while males will transform to human men.
Kelpie rarely travel alone and should be assumed to be part of a pack. If one of their pack is killed, they will not leave the location in which they reside for all of eternity.
Shit, Cyra thought. Her memories took her to the water wraith standing over Azriel as it almost killed him. There could be more. They’d have to go back. She would have to go back. Resolved, Cyra grabbed the book and threw it in her bag, cursing as she knocked over a stack of reviewed books she meant to file back in the library.
“This is going to take all evening to sort again…” She muttered to herself, picking up the books clumsily.
“It’s a good thing I’m here to supervise,” She heard a dark voice say with a devious tone. Her mate. Turning slowly, she smoothed her hair as their eyes met.
His look was smoldering as he took her in. His hazel eyes were narrow as he raked them over her body from top to bottom. She swallowed as he met her eyes again. Being apart had done nothing to dampen their desire. Cyra felt the mating bond pulse in anticipation.
“Azriel,” She acknowledged.
“Cyra.” He said back, not breaking her stare. She stacked the books on the table before fully turning around.
“What…are you doing here early?” She asked.
“Rhys couldn’t keep me occupied a moment longer. Between the feelings I’ve felt through our… connection and your complete disappearance from our mental meeting place, I had to make sure you were ok. Are you ok?” He asked, reaching his hand out for hers. She retreated.
She hesitated before shrugging. “I’m fine,” she said, not meeting his eyes as she randomly stacked more books.
“Cyra…” He warned.
“I don’t answer to you or owe you anything,” she said sharply snapping her eyes to his. His face shifted from interest to concern as he projected worry to her.
“Cyra…what happened in the last 8 days? Has someone said something or hurt you?” He asked, stepping closer.
“What? No, of course not. I can take care of myself, Azriel,” She said, stepping away.
“I…I know that Cyra. I just want to help-“ He trailed off.
“You are so helpful, aren’t you?” She said sarcastically to her books. He furrowed his eyebrows even more.
“Cyra…what did I do? Just tell me. I’ll fix it, let me try,” he begged softly, stepping closer again for her to step back.
“I know how helpful you were to Elain, Azriel,” She said, cringing at her own words. I’m an idiot. I sound like an idiot. A jealous, non-girlfriend, girlfriend, she thought.
“Is that what this is all about?” He said, looking almost relieved. She swore she heard a small chuckle emerge from his mouth which enraged her.
“Are you mocking me?” She asked, a look of shock on her face. He shook his head seriously.
“No. No. I’m not mocking you. Cyra, she means nothing to me. She is only a friend, if you can even call it that. I have hardly spoken to Elain in years. I was with her for 5 minutes, then went back to dinner but felt a shooting pain in my chest. Was that…you?,” He asked, cringing slightly as he recalled the pain. He stepped closer again to feel her out. She didn’t move this time but still looked furious.
“I..I’m not sure. Why didn’t you try to communicate with me these past 8 days?” She said through her teeth, changing the subject.
“I did. Several times. But you either fell asleep too quickly or were ignoring me. Hence why I’m here. I’m sure Rhys is furious by now but let him seethe,” He smirked. Her stance relaxed slightly.
“Well, thank you for coming but I’m fine. You can go,” She said, deciding to be petty before turning to grab her book.
“I can go? I can go? I don’t think so,” He said, suddenly inches from her face. “Say you don’t want me. That you didn’t miss this.”
His hand moved to circle her waist as he pushed her against the bookcase at the back of the alcove. Pushing his lower body against hers, their hips met as his lips crashed against hers. He was already hard against her. The mating bond whirled in Cyra’s pounding chest as her body immediately gave in to him.
“I…I didn’t miss this,” she lied, gritting her teeth before his lips claimed her again.
She groaned as his hand slid up her collarbone to cup her cheek and he pulled her tighter to deepen their kiss. She was on fire again, but in a different way. The power rocked her body as light started emitting from her hands. His breathing stopped as his gaze caught the flicker of light and he pulled away, looking at the sparks coming from her palm.
“How long has that been happening?” He asked breathlessly. She followed his eyes to her hand before shaking her head and extinguishing the light. His fingers traced her palm as she pulled his face back to hers for a kiss. His body pressed her harder into the bookcase and she let out a soft moan as his kisses trailed down her neck.
Her palm shook with power from the pleasure as she made a fist. His kisses dipped so he could bend down slightly to lick a trail between the cleavage at the top of her slightly opened button down shirt.
“Light-travel us back to your room now,” He whispered between his kisses. The request woke her from his trance and she grabbed his hand as they were suddenly back in her room.
Her hands cupped his face as she pushed him back and off of her. His feelings of confusion and emptiness hit her as he stared, breathing hard. He furrowed his brows as he started closing the distance between them again.
“Wait. Azriel…promise me there is no one else. Please. I need to hear you say it,” She begged, her emotions vacillating between agony and desire as the mating bond took over her body. His face softened as he moved to touch her but she pushed his chest again. He frowned.
“Cyra…you’re the only want I want. There is no one else. I swear it,” He murmured, his eyes locked on hers.
“And you don’t want Elain? You weren’t tempted by her? I need to hear that you don’t want her,” She asked directly. His eyes darkened as he stalked slowly to her. His hand reached for hers, placing it on his stomach and guiding it down to cover the thick hardness in his black pants. She felt him twitch beneath her hand.
“I want you. You’re the only one,” He said sharply. Her hand felt the fullness of his cock pulsing beneath his pants as he guided her hand up and down across the length. He let out a light moan and tilted his head back in pleasure as she added pressure.
I am going to eat him alive, Cauldron boil me, she thought, feeling his precome seeping through his pants. Before she could do anything, he wrapped his hands around her ass and hoisted her legs around his waist.
“Then take me,” She whispered as he walked them to the bed.
“I fully intend to. But first, I need to make sure every part of you is ready,” He mused as he placed her on the bed, keeping eye contact as his hands started grazing down her body.
Before she could realize what was happening, he roughly pulled at her shirt, ripping the buttons as it fell to the floor. He kissed her chest bone as his fingers worked down to the zipper of her pants and he swiftly loosened them. Kneeling before her, he worked her pants down and off.
He kissed his way up one of her legs, stopping at the apex of her thighs to study her panties. One finger teased her core over her panties as wetness saturated them. He smirked, sliding them to the side.
He looked up at her from his kneeling position before he pulled her to the edge of the bed and looped one of her legs over his shoulder. His fingers spread her for him while his tongue moved to suck on her clit.
Her head went back in pleasure as she weaved her fingers through his hair. He consumed her, not leaving an inch of her core untouched.
“You’re so fucking wet for me already. Have you been imagining me on my knees for you?” He asked as he slide two fingers inside of her. He looked up at her, biting his lip.
“Az…yes. Say I’m the only one you’d do this to,” She begged, gasping as she pushed his head back to her core. He chuckled before resuming as he thrusted into her with his fingers and plunged back with his tongue.
“Yes, Cyra. Only you,” he murmured, continuing his ministrations.
“Mother above, where did you learn to do this?” She cried, feeling his smirk as one of his hands reached up to tease her nipple. He could feel her resistance wavering.
“Are you going to come on my mouth first?” He asked as he continued giving her his full attention. Before she could respond, she felt the pressure building in her spine and release on the edge. He moved one of his hands to open her up more and Cyra screamed as she felt herself topple into her orgasm, writhing on his face.
Her vision nearly blacked out from his efforts, but the orgasm did little to satisfy the mating bond’s lust. Or is it my lust? She thought, looking down at him as he kissed his way back up her stomach to hover over her.
“Are you ready for Round 2? We’ve been teasing each other for long enough, I think,” He smirked, pressing his covered, hard cock against her still throbbing core. She groaned as she felt down for the waistband of his pants so she could unsheathe him.
She pushed his pants down with her legs as her hand captured the head of his cock, tightening as she stroked him. He groaned into her neck as he thrust into her hand.
She suddenly felt…nervous. She remembered he was large but she felt she needed to warn him that she may not be ever fully ready to take him.
“Yes, Azriel, but it…” She trailed off and he fought to look up at her while she touched him.
“What?” He asked, voice heavy with arousal.
“It’s been a…while since I did this,” She said, blushing. He looked confused.
“Like…how long? A few months?” He asked thoughtfully.
“More like…10 years,” She said, cringing inwardly. She didn’t intend to wait so long, but since the mating bond had snapped, her desire for other men had been nonexistent.
“Cyra. 10 years?!” He asked incredulously as he sat back on his knees, cock standing at attention. She almost giggled at the sight, but she didn’t want to lose track of their progress.
“It’s fine, Az, I’ve just been in a…dry spell,” She groaned, sitting up to stroke him. The pleasure distracted him for a moment before he continued.
“How is that possible? A female like you would be desired by…” He trailed off as he focused on her touch.
“Let’s not talk about that please - can we just get back to matters at hand?” She smirked, staring at his hardness. He slightly rolled his eyes.
“If you truly haven’t been…touched in 10 years, we need to take this slow. Very slow,” he remarked and she began to protest.
“Az, I’m perfectly capable of having sex, I am over 300…” He gripped her face before she could continue.
“That’s not what I meant, Cyra. Don’t misunderstand. I fully intend to fuck you into oblivion. But you’re going to have to acclimate to my…size,” he smirked and it was her turn to roll her eyes. “Get on top of me so you can control how much you take.”
Her mouth gaped as he rolled them, sweeping her up by the hips and lying back on the bed after adjusting his wings into a comfortable position.
“Ride me, Cyra,” He grinned, lifting her hips to position her as she tried to control her tempered breathing.
So this is definitely it. This will be the end of me, she thought looking down at his hazel eyes as he watched them where they were about to join. She was about to hyperventilate. What did I do to deserve this male? She thought.
“Calm down, baby. Do you want to stop?” He asked sweetly.
“NO! NO, I do NOT want to stop!” She almost shrieked. He chuckled as he guided her down, the tip of his cock touching her entrance. She relaxed her tense muscles as she held onto his chest and pushed herself slowly onto him.
“Not to fast, shit, Cyra. You’re so tight,” he sputtered as the tip of his cock slipped inside her. She smiled to herself as she continued to sheath herself on him. The mating bond was thriving in her chest.
She felt his cock slowly stretching her, but even with her slow movement, the pressure mounting crossed between sweet tension and pleasure.
“This is torture…” She groaned, inching down slightly further. His eyes were wild as she scanned his face, a mixture of self restraint edging on loss of control.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so close to taking it all,” he whimpered, looking down between them.
She pushed further, reaching the hilt as the sensation overtook her. He was deep and this position was stimulating in many ways. He looked up at her face, pausing for a second in awe.
“Fuck, Cyra. Your eyes…they’re glowing again,” he whispered. She blushed as she moved up slightly for the first time on his cock, gripping his abs. He immediately closed his eyes, groaning from the sensation. She decided to slowly add more movement, riding him as her upper body lowered slightly towards him instinctually. His hands went to cup her breasts as he forced her nipples to react.
“Oh, Az…” She moaned, moving faster as she felt her body tighten further.
“Cyra…can you ride harder yet?” He asked, moving his hands to guide her hips down aggressively. She groaned as they increased the pace and focused on each other. She noticed his facial features straining already as his abs clenched with each thrust.
“Are you going to come for me, Azriel? While you’re under me?” She smirked, enjoying the control she felt. He groaned at her words, thrusting faster.
“Only if you give me another one, Cyra,” He said, gripping her hips so she would lean forward and rub herself against him. The slight change in position made her moaning loudly as she picked up the pace. Suddenly, she noticed light starting to spark from her hands and she moved them away from him quickly.
“I’m sorry, I don’t…” She said before he cut her off and pulled her hands to his. She gasped, concerned she would burn him with the white light, but surprisingly the shadows in his hands dampened the light, almost adsorbing it.
“Fuck, Cyra, I can feel your power. It feels so fucking good. Do it again. Go faster. You’re in control, baby,” He said, as his hips met hers and she picked up her pace. She felt the edge of her orgasm approaching and the white light sparks emerged from her hands again, only to be consumed by him.
The transfer of energy was an intense sensation that made her spine tingle. Somehow, it further enhanced the mating bond in her chest and made her pleasure deepen.
“You’re unbelievable, come for me again,” he whispered, straining against her. With his words, she felt herself go over the edge, their hands still intertwined as power transferred and she shuddered against him. The movements encouraged his own, and he said her name wildly as he spilled into her, panting. The light in Cyra’s hand faded as their ragged breathes were the only sound in her chamber.
They laid for several moments catching their breath before Azriel placed a chaste kiss on her head.
“That was…what was that?” He asked, referring to the power transfer they’d just done.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” she said hesitantly. He smiled as he got up and strode to the bathing chamber. He returned with a warm cloth to help clean her up and she blushed as he swiped her still swollen core.
“Az…” She whispered as she watched his gentleness. He leaned up to kiss her sweetly before returning to the bathing chamber.
Cyra stroked her hair, trying to remove tangles that had occurred during their activities, but was mostly unsuccessful.
When Azriel returned, he started dressing as he said, “I am being summoned…well actually, we are being summoned by Rhys. They’re here having tea with Helion. He said they’re going to head to your room soon if you don’t present yourself in the next 10 minutes,” he mused, smirking slightly.
Cyra groaned before moving to dress. Back to reality, she thought.
***
Azriel and Cyra moved swiftly to the courtyard to meet the rest of the of the Night Court inner circle. She looked down at their intertwined hands, as he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the center of her hand. She smiled before releasing his hand, anxious about showing affection in front of the inner circle. He nodded swiftly, understanding as they approached the tea table.
“I’m so sorry for my tardiness. I was able to find some interesting literature for us to discuss. I hope your trip in was smooth?” Cyra asked, smiling to the table as she received several odd stares from the group.
”It’s good to see you Cyra,” Feyre said anxiously, before briefly looking at Azriel for confirmation that they were ok. He smiled warmly at her and Feyre returned her gaze to Cyra before gasping.
“What?” Cyra asked, smoothing her hair.
“Your…your eyes. They’re glowing,” Feyre said studying them, as the rest of the table looked on. Cyra’s eyes met Rhys’s and he had the most interesting look of amusement on his face. He’d definitely gotten some information from Azriel or could smell what had just happened. Actually, it was likely they all could smell what had just happened.
“How wonderfully remarkable. Cyra, you didn’t tell me that Azriel is your mate! The seraphine glow is a rare and treasured response to being with one’s mate. I’ve never witnessed it but I guess the ancient creature books are correct. Have your powers changed too?” Helion asked, excitedly.
Cyra felt her heart stop. The rest of the inner circle fell silent as they all stared between her and Azriel. Cyra couldn’t meet any of their eyes as she felt emotions pummeling towards her. Hesitation. Amusement. Confusion. Pity. Excitement. Concern. And from her mate - cold, dark, rage.
“Mate?” He seethed.
Notes:
You guys!! Crying, sobbing, screaming.
This is my longest chapter yet and I LOVED writing it. I hope you love it too!
Chapter 13
Notes:
My heart wrenched writing this whole chapter. As if I could feel Cyra's heart. I hope you like it <3
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The world stopped. Just, ceased to exist. Cyra couldn’t hear anything as the sounds of voices and feelings of emotion blinded her. From a distance, she heard people standing up, some excusing themselves while others just stared in their direction. Words started to materialize in layers as she tried to focus her eyes on something. Anything. The white hot light stored in her body was starting to travel to her hands as she fought to keep it in control.
“I think we should let them talk,” She heard Cassian say as he ushered a slightly amused Amren and concerned looking Nesta deeper into the garden. Cyra was certain Amren already knew about their mating bond, but she also knew she’d never share that information publicly.
In the distance, Cyra heard Nesta whisper, “Did you know, Cass?”
He shook his head and nudged her forward as he shot looks of concern to Cyra and Azriel.
Feyre and Rhys stood by, trading glances with each other through a silent conversation as they stared at the couple in question who may need their intervention.
“Cyra…my apologies, I did not realize…” Helion trailed off, shifting uncomfortably as his gaze went to Azriel who stood with clenched fists and his jaw flexed. His eyes hadn’t left Cyra since spoke.
“Mate, Cyra? You’re my mate?” He spit out again, his face darkening as shadows swirled around him. She didn’t meet his eyes, still teetering on the edge of either a panic attack or blacking out.
“Azriel…” Rhys said, his tone one of concern but also warning.
“Don’t you dare,” He glared, spinning his head at Rhys. Feyre put a hand on Rhys’s chest, stopping him from whatever he was planning to do. Helion looked between the four, debating what to say before looking back at Cyra and Azriel.
“Perhaps you two would like to talk in private. Go to my personal suite - it’s warded in many ways. Cyra can light-travel you in since winnowing is shielded,” Helion said, offering his hand in the direction of the room.
Azriel grabbed Cyra’s wrist while glaring at Rhys, his eyes shifting to Cyra as he spoke, “Take me.”
His tone was dry and laced with disgust. Cyra’s body started shaking as she looked at him before transporting them to the private quarters.
He broke away immediately as they entered the room, putting as much distance between them as possible. His fingers ran through his hair as he finally looked back at her. The veins in his neck throbbed as he clenched in fury. She was still frozen, her body almost catatonic.
This is it. This is where my mate ends us. They say males go crazy if the female breaks the mating bond. What about females? She thought, her face cringing in anticipation.
“Speak, Cyra. How long have you known we are mates?” He urged angrily. Her eyes looked up to meet his as he nearly snarled at her.
“A…a while.” She whispered, her heart dropping as she spoke the words.
“How. Long.” He gritted out.
“Az…” She pleaded, holding back the urge to reach for him. Light gathered in her hands as she smothered it with clenched fists. Sparks spewed out of the quenched flame, reaching the ground.
“Don’t call me that. How long Cyra? 10 years?” He asked, flinching as he recalled what she’d told him as she was about to take him, earlier in the day. She choked on a sob as the tears started flowing from her eyes.
“Azriel…I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t live in a world where you didn’t…where you didn’t want me back. And not just because of a damned mating bond. Where you wanted me, as a person. I wanted you to make the decision to pursue the mating bond with me,” She cried, the emotions suddenly coming to a head as she paced the room.
“You LIED to me for 10 years, Cyra! For 10 YEARS you paraded around Velaris, waiting to see if I’d notice you. How could I possible trust you now, much less want you for a mate?” He said, incredulously.
The words struck her like a block of ice. Of course he wouldn’t want you as a mate. This male could never be destined for you, Cyra, she thought, chastising herself before he continued. Despite her grief, anger rose in her chest as his words sank in.
“I didn’t parade around, Azriel. I checked in with you every year to see if…to see if it had snapped for you too. It wasn’t like I was trying to seduce you. Quite the opposite. You wanted nothing to do with me. That much was obvious,” She said, her eyes burning.
“You knew how important the mating bond was to me, and you hid it. When did it snap? In the training ring? When you left?” He asked, his eyes almost feral with rage. The emotions projected in the room swirled around Cyra as she tried to decipher which were hers and which were his.
“I didn’t expect this to ever happen to me. To us. We were around each other for almost 200 years before it snapped. You didn’t give two shits about me,” She said, trailing off. “I…I was honest when I told you during the mission that I didn’t think the mating bond should determine whether to pursue a relationship or not. I…I wanted you to want to be with me, Azriel. Not just the bond,” she said, her voice shaking.
“So instead, you asked me about my pursuit of the mating bond and made me swear not to want anyone else when the whole time, you knew we were mates. I am… a damned fool,” He swore, shaking his head and clenching his fists as he walked away towards the balcony. She sobbed again as her hand reached out for his arm, desperate to feel a connection to him before he put more distance between them.
“Don’t you dare to touch me right now,” he seethed, as he flared his wings and ran his hands through his hair. Her eyes grazed the hard lines of his body, his beautiful, scarred hands, and the peek of Illyrian tattoos under his shirt.
He was beautiful, and even in his anger, she still wanted him. That would never change. She wanted him to see why she had tried to save him from the desperation she felt for him. Her eyes couldn’t leave her mate as she remembered how they were joined a short time before. She was memorizing him, one last time, as realization hit her.
“I…I never meant to hurt you. I…love you, Azriel,” she choked out, gasping as the words left her mouth and she covered it with her hand. His eyes shot up to hers in a mixture of fury and pain. For a second, she felt yearning project from him. Grief. The longing feeling was quickly replaced with wrath.
“You love me? You love me? If you loved me, you wouldn’t have fucked me without telling me the truth. That we are supposedly soul-bonded mates destined by the Mother to be together. That the mind-body communication we had was just a product of the mating bond pulling us together. That my years of pining for others was futile and ridiculous since apparently you were watching me embarrass myself for years,” He said, cringing at his words as they came out.
He knew they were an overreaction, but his rage was too consuming for him to stop. Her face was pained before he even finished the sentences.
If he was looking for a way to hurt me, he found it. I fucked this up so bad. This is over, she thought, her shoulders dropping as acceptance started to seep into her sadness.
“That’s…that’s not true. If you wanted someone else, I would have let you go. I did let you go. With Gwyn. With Elain. With others. I didn’t want to hold the mating bond over you. And I don’t…I don’t understand our connection. We do things that…others can’t do with their mating bond,” She said, trailing off as she noticed his tense body withdraw from their conversation.
He didn’t say anything as he continued to look away. Her urge to touch him was overwhelming; the mating bond whirled in her chest as she felt white hot light gathering again in her palms. The sobs started to rack her body again as she heaved in a full breath.
She walked towards him, overcome with the urge to feel a physical connection again. The light in her hands was starting to reach out to him. To dance with his shadows. As if destined to be together as one. Before she could touch his arm, he half-turned around and waved his hand to smother the light she projected with his shadows.
How he knew to do that, she didn’t know. But the light didn’t resurface as he continued to look out the balcony, avoiding her.
“I can see that you’ve made your decision. I will…leave you now. I’m so sorry,” She murmured to his back between sobs. She gave him several moments, but he didn’t turn around. When he finally did, she was gone.
***
Azriel paced the room several times before letting out a thick breath of frustration. Their conversation wasn’t over, but he needed a moment to think. He strode to the door, forcing it open to charge out but found Rhys standing in the doorway.
“Where the hell is she?” He seethed at Rhys, as he tried to move past him.
“Care to rephrase your question? Where is who?” He said, the picture of calm as he brushed lint off his black jacket trimmed with silver swirling embroidery.
“Rhys, I have no patience for this right now. Do you have any more secrets to dump on me?” He gritted, pushing his chest against Rhys to urge him out of the doorway. Rhys rolled his eyes and nudged Azriel’s body back into the room before using his power to shut to door.
“You really are a fucking idiot sometimes, brother,” He said, surveying the room as if trying to determine if it met High Lord standards. He turned back to Azriel, standing serenely as he looked at the tense male.
“I…I don’t even know what to say to you right now, Rhys. I know that you knew about the bond, and Feyre too based on her reaction to Helion’s little announcement. I know you’re going to somehow defend her decision to hide the mating bond from me for 10 years because you defend her to no end. So please, if you’re planning a lecture, don’t bother,” He said, clenching his fists as he pacing the room.
“On the contrary. I told her to tell you the truth when I figured it out. You want to know when that was? The day you punched me at Rita’s. Because you were starting to feel the…effects of the bond. You were so damn protective, I thought you were going to murder that blonde fae. Tell me, how long have you been feeling the bond?” He asked with an amused smirk.
Azriel’s eyes shot to Rhys. Anger edged his face but slowly faded as he considered what Rhys was implying.
“It hasn’t…it hasn’t snapped for me,” He said, looking away.
“That is not what I asked,” Rhys pushed.
“I haven’t felt anything,” Azriel said through his teeth.
“Is that so? You haven’t had any weird mental connections to Cyra? You haven’t felt a pull on your heart? You haven’t been oddly possessive of a female you didn’t care about for the last 200 years? You haven’t noticed her powers changing, favoring you?” Rhys said, eyeing him closely. Azriel looked at the ground, his face trying to process Rhys’s words.
“Well…yes I noticed all of those things but I assumed it was from our mission…” He said trailing off.
“Bullshit. You’ve suspected for a while. And don’t try to deny it…as good as you are at hiding your mind, your unconscious thoughts have considered it before,” He said.
“I…I don’t know. Possibly. I…I like…I liked Cyra. A lot. But the bond hasn’t snapped for me,” He said, his voice noticeably calmer.
“That doesn’t mean it’s not there. Or that the feelings you have for her aren’t real. If anything, they proved her point exactly. You two don’t need the mating bond to be good for one another,” Rhys said pensively.
“So not only are you defending her lies but you want us to be mates?” He asked, tension lacing his voice.
“It doesn’t matter what I want. But I’ve seen you and Cyra together. You both need a distraction from your brooding. You both have been through…a lot and could use a companion that understands. Sometimes the Mother can be right in her matches…her powers are getting stronger, nearly as strong as yours. She needs your help to stay in control. While I don’t agree with what Cyra did, I see why she did it. Your preoccupation with the mating bond and impulsive dating habits weren’t exactly enticing her to announce that she is your fated mate,” Rhys said while Azriel rolled his eyes.
“So somehow this is my fault?” He argued, throwing his hands in the air as his wings flared.
“Mother above, get a grip. Did you even listen to her or try to see this from her perspective?” He asked as Azriel shook his head in frustration.
“How am I supposed to do that when she disappeared before our conversation was over?” He asked.
“You really are a pompous ass. Go find her,” he demanded, opening the door to the room and strolling out.
“I was trying to do that…” Azriel muttered as he followed, barreling down the steps back to the main courtyard where the rest of the inner circle was seated. Helion was nowhere to be found.
“Where is she?” Azriel asked, avoiding their prying eyes as he surveyed the courtyard.
“Are you done having a temper tantrum? I can’t believe you just rejected a seraphine as your mate,” Amren mused as Nesta choked back a laugh. Cassian elbowed her as Azriel rolled his eyes.
“I didn’t reject her. We were having a conversation. One that should have happened years ago. Where is she?” He gritted out, his eyes locking on Nesta’s as her smirk faded to a tight line.
“We don’t know, Az. We haven’t seen her since she went to Helion’s chambers with you,” Feyre said, touching his shoulder apologetically. He glanced up at her, wanting to express his frustration with her but stopped himself before Rhys could start another lecture.
“I’ve got to go,” he trailed off as Feyre nodded with understanding.
Winnowing to the Day Court training ring, he surveyed the equipment and found it untouched. He paced up the stairs back to the bedroom hall to find her chamber door and knocked. Waiting a few seconds, he barreled in only to find the room completely vacant.
Her belonging were gone.
Fuck, he thought to himself, running a hand through his hair. Where could she have gone?
He ran back to the courtyard and approached the table before grabbing Feyre’s hand suddenly. Feyre’s head spun to his in concern as Rhys flared up.
“Teach me how to to tug on the bond,” He begged to Feyre.
“Az, I…I don’t even know if that’s possible if it hasn’t snapped for you,” Feyre said, shaking her head before looking around the group.
“Let me try at least. She’s…she’s tugged on it before. That means it’s there, right?” He said, looking at all the two mated couples.
“I…I don’t know,” Feyre said, looking at Rhys who kept his face expressionless.
“Let me try, at least,” He said. Feyre thoughtfully surveyed his face before nodding.
“We’ll try to help, Az,” Cassian said, smacking his shoulder.
“I think it’s possible. You just have to find it,” Nesta encouraged.
“Let Feyre try to find it, Azriel,” Rhys suggested, motioning to his mind. Feyre’s eyes shot to Rhys as he encouraged her. Azriel looked back at Feyre, nodding.
“Please.” He said.
***
You don’t have a home, Cyra, she reminded herself as she slowed her wings and landed in the familiar forest of the Night Court. The forest hummed with life as the sun started to descend past the tree line. Her eyes grazed the familiar path as she maneuvered through the trees and brush.
Why are you even back here, she asked herself. She could have gone anywhere, but something drew her back to the site of their first and only mission. She knew there were more kelpie to deal with, but what she really wanted was to be where she had first felt his touch. Intentional or not, something had changed that night in the cave.
Cyra approached the small cave near the lake’s edge in the Night Court and sighed as her memories flooded her. They had been here together. Pressed tightly, his cock hard against her rear as she fought not to touch him. Her desire had been overwhelming. It still was overwhelming when she considered how they’d only been joined a few hours ago and she craved more.
So much had changed since that first encounter. Being with him was even better than she had imagined. The companionship. The fire. The tension. The love, she thought, her heart sputtering at the thought. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she tried to push the thoughts away.
Rhys and Feyre had tried to reach her through her mind, but her mental walls were a fortress of resistance. This was the end of her relationship with the Night Court. She shouldn’t even be in their territory, but she needed one last reminder of him.
She entered the small cave, crouching down to sit in the place where they had laid. She surveyed the now darkening cave as sunset approached. She didn’t even care that it was getting colder and she hadn’t started a fire. Her body was numb and unable to comprehend what had happened that day.
They had been together, he’d been inside her. Their connection had been undeniable. They were made for one another in multiple ways, but she couldn’t force him. The mating bond whirled in her chest, almost resisting the words that played in her mind.
He doesn’t want you, Cyra, she reminded her heart. Moving to lie on her side towards the cave’s entrance, she remembered the feeling of their bodies touching. His hand on her waist. His gentle sighs. His hard erection pressing deeper against her. She let the tears flow as she allowed herself to release the emotion.
As the sobs continue to rack her body, she felt a small tug in the center of chest that caused her to gasp.
No…no it couldn’t be, I must be imagining it, she thought, her body frozen as she tried to feel it again. After a few moments, the sensation came stronger. A gut wrenching pull to her heart. Her mate. He was pulling on the bond.
But why, after all that happened today? It hasn’t snapped for him. I’d feel that, she thought, choosing to ignore the bond. Tomorrow I will finish my mission and be done with the Night Court, she thought, resolved to fulfill her promises to Rhys. Selfishly, she knew she needed one more night in the Night Court to be in a place where she felt Azriel, because after tomorrow she would never return.
Notes:
Ya'll I am totally making up the vague rules of the mating bond. Please don't come for me if I'm butchering it!! I don't even know if Az could really pull the bond if it hasn't snapped, but I think maybe?! :D
Chapter 14
Notes:
I had some extra time this weekend and basically spent all of it writing. I just had to get their story into this chapter before I missed any part of it. I hope you love it <3
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Chapter Text
Grunts sounded through the Day Court training ring as two shirtless Illyrians battled each other in a fierce haze. Azriel threw another punch in Cassian’s direction, catching his jaw with the impact.
“Cauldron, Az,” Cassian said, rubbing his jaw. “You haven’t fought this hard since the day you found Rhys making out with your Illyrian crush back at the camp when we were 17,” Cassian smirked, ducking before another blow hit him the face.
Azriel gave Cassian a mocking look before rolling his eyes and throwing himself back into the workout. Physical distraction was the only way to avoid the fact that his mate was gone.
Gone. She was gone. If he focused on the words too much, his heart pounded wildly where the bond resided. He questioned whether the mating bond had already snapped for him and he was just unaware, but he knew deep down that if it had snapped, sun, moon, and stars wouldn’t be able to keep him from ravaging and possessing Cyra.
His mind wandered back to the few moments they’d had together; hiding as shadows in her bedroom, watching her touch herself in her bath and fantasizing about him, lying beneath her as her lithe body had shuddered around him and she rode him to completion. He distracted himself by undercutting a punch at Cassian who turned before the jab made contact.
He understood that his nature, the dominating, dark qualities that made him a shadowsinger, would be amplified if he accepted the bond with his mate. He knew that was true in his bones. But he also suspected accepting the bond would change him for the better in some unconscionable way.
He interrupted his own thoughts as he considered that he didn’t even know if she would still want to accept the bond or how she felt. She had said she loved him. Part of him wondered how anyone could love him and all the baggage he carried. He would be a burden on her life if she did choose him. Shaking the thoughts aside, he moved towards Cassian, lunging again as he initiated a choke hold.
“What are you going to do, Az?” Cassian gritted out, fighting to maintain the hold on Azriel’s arms from tightening before he gasped for breath. Their muscles tensed as they fought each other for control.
“Find her first. I’m a fucking shadowsinger for fucks sake. Then I’ll…I’ll figure out the rest,” He responded, releasing him from the hold as Cassian stumbled away. Azriel had looked for her for nearly 20 hours a day, only stopping to rest when he couldn’t handle the sleep deprivation. Food and sleep were a low priority in his current state.
He’d started his search in the Day Court, looking for her scent or blast remanence near Helion’s estate. As he spread out, the signs of her became nonexistent. Frustration bloomed in his gut as he was reminded of the failing search efforts.
“When do you find her, can you try not to doom and gloom her again? Remember that you’ve wanted this for a long time. To find your mate. You are going to accept the bond eventually, right? Cyra’s smart, strong, and witty. Not to mention she is a very sexy sera-” He trailed off with a smirk, running towards Azriel to pummel him, but Azriel shifted quickly before the impact caught him. He twisted to catch Cassian’s body and slammed him to the training ring floor, gripping him around the neck.
“Shut. Your. Fucking. Mouth.” He seethed, holding Cassian down as a wicked grin crossed Cassian’s face. He was goading Azriel and the effects were just as he desired. Azriel knew it and deep down, understood that releasing this tension would ultimately help him focus on finding his mate.
“You two haven’t changed at all in 500 years. Still twisting the knife when it comes to females. You know, some get pleasure from fighting first before other forms of physical release,” Helion smirked as he and Rhysand approached the training room.
Rhys rolled his eyes as Azriel looked at both of them before releasing Cassian who coughed until he could catch his breath. Cassian chuckled to himself, leaning over his legs as he sat on the training ring floor.
Azriel stood up, adjusting the siphons on his hands as his determined focus shifted to the High Lords. Helion looked in his direction as he spoke.
“It’s been a few days of searching the Day Court for Cyra, both by your fae and ours. We’ve been unsuccessful. I think it is safe to assume that she is not in the Day Court. I can’t feel any seraphine characteristics in my wards. If she light-traveled out, she would have been undetected as she crossed my wards. A loophole I’ll need to…remedy,” Helion mused, frowning slightly.
“Any word from home? Maybe she’s back at Night,” Cassian asked, standing up and unwrapping his hands.
“She’s not at Night,” Azriel said, cutting him off. “None of my contacts have seen her either in Velaris or the Illyrian camps. She wouldn’t go to the Hewn City,” Azriel said sharply, not looking at them. “I can’t…I can’t feel her nearby. She’s in a different Court but I can’t pinpoint where.” He said with a note of frustration.
Rhys studied him before putting his arm on his shoulder. Azriel’s hazel eyes flickered to meet his violet ones.
“We’ll find her. She’s important to all of us,” He said supportively. Azriel nodded, looking away as he started to unwrap his hands.
“I’d like to speak with Azriel alone, if you both will permit me,” Helion said, looking at Cassian and Rhys. Rhys looked at Azriel who gave a nod of approval before he and Cassian moved back to the training ring and Rhys started to remove his jacket.
“Let’s see what you’ve got, old guy,” Cassian mused at Rhys who rolled his eyes.
Helion guided Azriel away from the training ring to approach a grove of orange trees that encircled them. With the wave of his hand, he warded the area they stood in. An invisible bubble drowned out the sound of wind rustling the trees and small creatures nesting in them.
“You know, Cyra’s ancestor, Raheem, lived in my house for centuries. Did she tell you about him?” Helion asked. Azriel shook his head, wondering where this conversation was going.
“Raheem reminded me a lot of you. He was a fierce warrior but his cunning skill with magic set him apart from any other fighter. Not only was a great warrior…he was an excellent lover too,” Helion smirked.
“Is there a point to this conversation, High Lord?” Azriel said with irritation.
“Bear with me. Raheem was able to wield his magic to assist others in a way that very few can. When he…perished at the hand of Amarantha, I had to watch as she slaughtered who she thought was a high faerie. Like many other seraphines, he hid his abilities and wings from the majority of fae. I shielded him as much as I could in the Day Court and others. As he died, I tried to take away his pain using a blocking ward but with my reduced powers, I wasn’t able to save him,” Helion continued. Azriel stayed quiet, listening.
“When she…ended him, something happened. He looked at me, and transferred his light energy through my ward to me. He gave me one final gift before he died,” Helion said with grief in his eyes. Azriel started to understand where this was going.
“Seraphines are extremely powerful, despite how much Cyra tried to downplay her power. I felt her power in the training ring wards the night that something happened to her, more than a week ago. She exhibited even more power than Raheem that night. Do you know how she obtained it? Why she expelled it?” Helion asked Azriel, his gaze focused on the Illyrian.
Azriel considered whether to share any information with Helion. He eyed the High Lord carefully.
“How do I know I can trust you with the answers to your questions?” Azriel questioned, deciding that a direct approach was the most practical.
“Because as Raheem transferred the light energy to me, I made a silent vow to him to help the seraphines survive. I want to help Cyra. This is…important to the future of Prythian. Without seraphines, the dangerous ancient creatures that exist to destroy fae will thrive with no balance. No enemy,” He said with urgency. Azriel studied him before responding.
“Cyra absorbed the power of the kelpie she killed while…saving me that night on our mission. The power she obtained has been slowly growing, seemingly creating more of a burden on her ability to restrain it. The night that she…exploded was a misunderstanding. She thought I was with another female,” he cringed, avoiding Helion’s eyes as he said the words out loud. Helion nodded with understanding.
“Affairs of the heart usually take priority,” He said giving a sheepish smile, “There’s more you should know, Azriel.” Helion said, continuing as Azriel furrowed his eyebrows.
“Seraphines can get stronger by power adsorption but if the burden becomes to great, it can kill them. They are one of the only creatures in our realm that can transfer power. That is why they are hunted. That is what they don’t want others to know. They are conveyors of power. Gatekeepers of power. Conduits in a way,” Helion continued. Azriel started to feel sick as he realized what Helion was saying.
“Can they…transfer power to anyone?” Azriel asked.
“No. The individual receiving the power has to have unique magical abilities. In my case, my spell cleaving ability was a pipeline for Raheem to feed my power. He wanted me to wield it for beneficial uses, primarily to help kill Amarantha. I imagine that you could accept her power through your shadows. In fact, shadowsingers have been mated pairs with seraphines several times in history because of their counterbalance of magical abilities; light and dark, heat and cold, sparks and ash,” Helion remarked. Azriel’s eyes shot to Helion in anger.
“What? You knew we might have been a fated match and you never told us? Told Rhys?” He said, struggling not to clamp his hands around Helion’s neck. His shadows oozed out of his body in frustration.
“I suspected when I saw her mating bond, but I didn’t presume to be right. It wasn’t until I saw you both together that knew immediately. The mating bond is still elusive, despite all I’ve studied, dear Azriel,” Helion said, placing his hand on his shoulder as he tried to relax the Illyrian. Azriel sighed.
“I need to ask…has she ever tried to transfer her power to you?” Helion asked delicately. Azriel paused, considering if he should share any information before continuing.
“She…she did. The day that I…found out about the bond. Earlier that day,” He said, avoiding Helion’s eyes.
“Any details you can share may help us find her. Not just for your sake. She could be in danger from the power she has,” Helion remarked, careful not to push Azriel too far.
“She…she couldn’t control the release of her power during…a passionate moment. My shadows were attracted to it. She fed the power to me…so easily. It felt natural. I didn’t even consider what it would do to her…or to me,” He said, trailing off.
“It is natural. You are her mate because you are meant to balance her. The power will not harm you; it will only seek counterbalance. When the transfer is balanced, you both will be able to maintain and control the power stably,” He spoke as Azriel visibly relaxed.
“Why are you telling me all this? What are you getting at?” Azriel asked.
“Think about why she came to the Day Court. To understand the kelpie familial patterns. I tried to encourage her to learn more about her kind while she researched the kelpie. I am concerned that she may take on more kelpie or other creatures. She doesn’t understand enough about what will happen to her power to do so. I had hoped to have more time to work with her…” Helion continued but was cut off.
“Shit. You think she might be overpowered by their deaths if she goes after them? What did her final report say on their patterns? Where is Rhys?” He said, frantically turning back to the training ring before Helion could answer. Rhys and Cassian were already approaching as Helion removed the ward.
“Did Cyra give you anything on her kelpie research? Any description of what she discovered before she left?” Azriel asked.
“Nothing of note. We had planned to discuss. What was she doing when you approached her in the library? She probably didn’t have time to generate a document for me since she was otherwise occupied,” Rhys responded with an eyebrow up.
“Shit, shit, shit. I know where she is,” He said, moving towards the main bedchambers to get his daggers. Rhys grabbed his arm as he moved to leave.
“Tell us, so we can help you. What do you need?” Rhys asked.
“If what Helion says is true, there is no one else that can save her but me. I have to find her before too many kelpie get to her and she kills them. She’s at great risk…my mate,” He said frantically, trying to get away from them.
“Azriel, we’ll go together. We’ll find her,” Cassian said as Rhys let him go.
“Meet me back here as soon as you can, I’ll winnow us to the relative location,” He said as he winnowed towards his room.
***
Cyra’s feet moved one in front of the other as she paced the edge of the lake the way she had on their previous mission. Her slow and methodical movements were aimed at attracting a kelpie from the water, but she also knew her plan may be futile if they could sense what she was.
Taking in a deep breath, she tried to clear her thoughts as she focused on the water’s edge and the way the minuscule waves rolled over the sandy embankment of the lake. She hadn’t slept in the cave all night; the thoughts of Azriel consuming her too much. At least the previous night she’d been able to start a fire and keep relatively warm, but her pocket realm didn’t have much food left.
I’m not leaving this place until they’re dead. I can’t leave the Night Court without giving something back, she thought, resolved. Her focus returned to her tired feet as she treaded the inch of water her feet were submerged in, boots starting to get saturated.
Her thoughts drifted to pleasant times to try to distract herself. Being back in her River House room, dipping her feet in the warm tub. The moments she’d had with Azriel in that tub as he’d watched her come undone and she’d demanded he strip for her.
Cauldron, Cyra. You’re freezing in the middle of the Illyrian forests, looking for an ancient creature who will definitely try to kill you and you’re daydreaming about your mate’s cock? Not to mention said mate doesn’t even want you, she chastised herself.
Sighing Cyra paused, sitting on the lake’s edge to pull out a small bag of dried fruit - the last one she’d found in her reserves. After this bag, all she had left was dried salmon. Lying back, she stared up at mid-day sky, trying to picture where Azriel was.
Since she’d left, Feyre and Rhys had try to communicate with her several times but she had so heavily shut her mind down, they likely didn’t even feel a wall when they reached her - only a vacant space. She’d felt a few more tugs on her heart which caused her to tear up immediately, but she knew her decision was for the best.
If he doesn’t feel pressured by me to consummate the mating bond fully, he’ll know it’s time to move on. Well, I’ll never move on. But he can. It hasn’t snapped for him. That has to be a sign of some sort, she considered, the tears starting to well up in her eyes as she willed them away.
She pocketed the rest of her dried fruit, suddenly losing her appetite as she continued to stare up at the shift clouds. The sleep deprivation hit her slowly as the clouds moved effortlessly through the chilly day.
Fall was upon the Night Court and the days were getting shorter as the leaves started to change. Her eyes drifted closed as she thought of how the River House would look at Solstice this year, only a few months away. It was a thought that she’d never considered until she knew she’d never see it again.
Sighing, she dozed off into dreams of the luscious decoration and scenes of family of the Night Court as sleep consumed her.
***
A strong, painful tug on his chest gripped Azriel to the ground as he, Rhys, and Cassian trekked around the edge of the massive Illyrian lake, searching for Cyra.
“What is it?” Rhys said kneeling down to grip his shoulder as Azriel clenched the spot on his chest where his center siphon inhabited.
“Auughhh. What the FUCK. Where IS SHE?” He yelled as Cassian knelt beside him too, concern lacing his face as he looked at Rhys.
“Something is happening, I can feel the ancient magic. We have to find her now,” Rhys said, cringing as he stared into the darkening forest. It was nightfall; the dark blue sky peppered with the beginnings of starlight as it transitioned to night.
“Look - out there to the West,” Cassian pointed to a small ball of light illuminating a spot opposite of them across the lake. Before anyone could move, Azriel winnowed to the location.
Shrieks resounded as Azriel’s awareness shifted and he tried to focus on what he was seeing. There, a hundred feet away from him was Cyra, surrounded by four kelpie as she charged light in her hands in preparation of something. They circled her, their disgusting bodies riddled with fragments of missing flesh and bone. They hadn’t even used an illusion to mask their hideous faces.
“Precious little seraphine…you think you can stop us from consuming the fae of this land? It is a prime location for children…” The largest kelpie hissed to her.
“You vile creature. Burn in hell!” She screamed, the ball of light growing in her hands. The large kelpie tipped it’s head back to laugh as Cyra’s face looked at it in utter disgust.
“CYRA - NO!” Azriel shouted as Cassian and Rhys landed next to him, but it was too late. She didn't hear him or see him. Her focus was solely on the liquified energy coursing through her veins. Her wild, icy waves fluttered in the wind as her hands sparked with power and her body trembled to control it. Azriel's eyes widened as he took in her dangerous form, a courageous warrior. His mate.
Before he could stop her, her hands interlaced and she unleashed a fearsome explosion of light as her hands joined and molten light erupted from her. The light was both blue and yellow, branching out from her hands to a spherical dome that surrounded her and exploded outwards. The kelpie were jolted into the water with a single blast radius that was so strong, the Illyrians were knocked to the ground.
Blinding light and a cascade of sounds surrounded the Illyrians as they fell. Bones cracking, screams, and the sound of water splashing as bodies hit the lake. Thrashing resounded as more light was emitted towards the screams as they were slowly drowned and replaced with bubbling.
Azriel tried to sit up multiple times but the blast reverberated through the space around the lake. Cassian and Rhys were similarly immobilized as they tried to regain control.
The blast had temporarily blinded Azriel and his hearing turned to ringing as he struggled to see anything in the now darkened edge of the lake, completely void of light and sound.
“CYRA!” He yelled, his eyes slowly adjusting to his surroundings as Cassian and Rhys also tried to regain their bearings. The lake’s edge was visually disfigured from the blast; the sand been blown out while leaves and branches were strewn in the blast radius.
Finally, Azriel’s eyes traced to a figure lying on the edge of the lake, completely motionless. Her white shirt was covered in black ash and her body was positioned in an abnormal way, the product of being thrown back from the blast.
He ran to her, kneeling beside her as Cassian and Rhys tried to follow with some difficulty.
“No….no, no, no, no, please, no,” He cried, pulling her into his arms as he felt her lifeless body and the weight of her unsupported head in the nook of his elbow. His hand traced her face as he shook her body, trying to wake her up.
“Wake up, baby, please wake up, please wake up, no, NO,” He wailed, shaking as he held her.
“Azriel…” Cassian said, placing his hand on his shoulder with a look of regret.
“NO! I am not losing her. NO,” He said manically as he searched her body for any sign of injury, but she wasn’t breathing. He couldn’t hear her heart.
"Az, we can take her to Madja. You have to get up, we need to transport her now," Cassian reasoned, but the sound of his voice lacked optimism.
His heavy eyes scanned her hands, tears threatening to fall as he examined how the ash hadn’t stained any part of them. As he studied her hands further, he remembered something Helion had said:
“Shadowsingers have been mated pairs with seraphines several times in history because of their counterbalance of magical abilities; light and dark, heat and cold, sparks and ash.”
He had to try something to save her. He simply could not accept this was the end. Resolved, he placed her gently on the ground, moving his hands to hold both of hers.
“Az, what are you…” Rhys asked.
“Stand back,” He said calmly, closing his eyes as he held her hands. Somehow, his body and intuition knew he should be doing this. He was her shadowsinger, designed to balance her perfectly. This was what he was always destined for.
Channeling his breathing, he focused on the bond in his heart and where he had tugged it before. There, in the bond was a single ember of light. He took a deep breath in as he instructed his shadows to pull the ember into his body. He imagined it becoming brighter as it was pulled towards him, traveling to an invisible blue siphon that now resided inside of his heart.
Cassian and Rhys exchanged glances as they looked at the sight in front of them. Azriel sat beside Cyra, holding both of her hands as faint trails of light began to travel from the center of her chest, down her arms, to Azriel’s hands almost like veins. The light transferred to him but was immediately quenched by shadows.
Rhys’s eyes widened as the light became stronger.
Azriel maintained the internal siphon to his body, using the bond to feel how much he should take and waiting for notification that he’d transferred enough. The feeling of light energy siphoning to his chest felt warm. Inviting. Pure. Like home.
It sent a tingle down his spine as the light poured into him and his shadows quenched the light after it dispersed in his body. The light transfer continued as he felt sparks and power begin to saturate the light he was receiving. It became energized, full of life and beauty as his cells adsorbed the power to feed his own shadows.
And then just as fast as it came, it started to wither. He subconsciously worried it was a bad sign, but he repeated Helion’s words in his mind. I am the only one that can save her. As the light in his chest faded back to an ember, a jolt traveled straight from his heart to hers and he heard her heartbeat restart. He saw her mouth open and take a deep breath of air.
And just as relief began to flood him, Azriel gasped as he felt the mating bond snap.
Notes:
Sobbing.
*Let the FRENZY BEGIN*
Chapter 15
Notes:
This chapter was honestly so hard for me to write because I wanted to make sure it was perfect. But now it's one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it!
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Mate. My mate.
The rebound of the bond reverberated in Azriel’s chest as a pulling sensation multiplied and his body was instantly attuned to hers. He felt her heartbeat strengthen in response as he watched her breaths increase steadily. The blood pumped through her veins as Rhys moved to elevate Cyra’s head.
“Don’t. Touch. Her.” Azriel said with a feral tone to his voice. Rhys’s eyes met his, scanning his facial expression before gently setting her down.
“Az…” Rhys said cautiously but Azriel was already in motion. He moved to hold her whole body, elevating her head and shoulders so they rested in his arm while he scooped under her knees so her lower body was in his lap.
He felt her body slowly recover from the power exchange and his understanding of the mating bond progressed with every moment they touched. As his hand grazed hers, their bodies constantly exchanged power, even in her weakened state. They were always striving to meet equilibrium. He could feel the tiny prickles of energy flow to her as her body requested more from him to heal.
Her eyes stayed closed as life slowly returned to the surface of her skin and her seraphine luminescence returned. He watched her lips part softly as her breathing became more shallow and normal. The grayness of her body shifted to warm, flushed skin.
Beautiful, he thought as he studied her, and he knew at that moment without a shadow of a doubt that the mating bond had snapped. In a split second, everything he’d accomplished, all he’d fought for his whole life seemed meaningless the instant the bond was in place. Working for the Night Court, becoming a spymaster, being part of the inner circle - it was all just a placeholder for what was to come.
Being her mate. But more importantly, being her counterbalance in this realm. Wherever she fought, he would be there to protect her. Balance her. Reinforce her. Give or take power based on her needs. Because she was more than just his mate. More than just Rhys’s friend. More than just high fae. She was an ancient creature, a seraphine, capable of more than any of them had known.
The mating bond reinforced what he suspected; his shadowsinger abilities were meant to balance Cyra in every way. It was his purpose; he was destined for her. To serve her. He would be her release, her siphon, her support, and her companion until they were parted by death.
How he hadn’t seen this coming truly baffled him. That he had ever considered rejecting their bond before it had snapped seemed like a faint memory. How she had ignored the bond for 10 years was even more unfathomable.
She was right. This whole time, she was right, he thought as her words came back to him.
“I just couldn’t live in a world where you didn’t…where you didn’t want me back. And not just because of a damned mating bond. Where you wanted me, as a person.”
He understood what she meant now. While the mating bond drove him to protect her, to be the center of her world, he realized that his love for her hadn’t changed. Above everything else, he wanted her to love him. To never look at another male again. To crave him. To possess him the way he wanted to own her.
“Azriel?” Cassian’s voice echoed in from somewhere.
“Az, can you hear us?” Rhys said, looking at him as he held Cyra.
“My…mate.” Azriel whispered, his eyes never leaving the female in his lap as he spoke to himself.
“Yes, we know she’s your mate,” Cassian said giving him an odd look. “I think she’s going to be ok, Az. We need to get her back to Madja,” Cassian said, gripping Azriel’s shoulder.
“No. MY mate,” He said with emphasis, his eyes meeting Cassian’s.
“Az…” Cassian looked to Rhys.
“Did it…the mating bond…just snap?” Rhys asked cautiously, his eyes trained on Azriel.
“Shit,” Cassian said, the start of grin crossing his face.
“We need to winnow her back to Velaris,” Azriel said suddenly, his teething baring at Rhys and Cassian.
Rhys and Cassian gave each other knowing looks as they moved to help him up, but Azriel had already winnowed out of the forest with Cyra in tow.
“This is going to be a long few months…you think I was bad with Feyre. Just wait.” Rhys mused with a smirk, wiping dirt from the blast off his body and he swiped his hair back.
“If he was insufferable before…I can’t wait to see what happens when she wakes up and the mating bond really kicks in,” Cassian grinned wickedly. “You going to help me make his life miserable?”
“I’ve been waiting for this day for decades. I plan to be make them both pay for their mating bond brooding,” Rhys smiled as he elbowed Cassian. “Let’s go home. I’ll ask Feyre to bring the others and meet us there.”
Cassian nodded as Rhys reached out to winnow them both back to the River House.
***
Consciousness slowly returned to Cyra as the sound of birds chirping and a warm Autumn breeze fluttered across her face.
Where…am I? What happened? She thought, trying to open her eyes, but bright light blinded her. A low groan came out of her mouth as her head pounded. Her body felt heavy and immoveable as she attempted to roll to her side but didn’t feel her body respond. She took a deep breath and tried to use her other senses to feel around her.
“Is she all right? What is happening?” She heard an edgy male voice say, still distant from her location.
“Move away, boy. She’s fine, no thanks to your hovering. Let me examine her and give us some privacy,” An older female’s voice said, chastising the male.
“Like Hell I am leaving her, Madja,” The male voice growled as Cyra felt emotions of annoyance and resignation flood her from the female.
“Fine. But stay out of my way, Azriel,” She murmured, closer to Cyra now.
Azriel. Azriel is here. My mate, she thought choking back tears as they threatened to spill. She knew it was likely he was still furious with her, but she couldn’t believe they were in the same room again after she had resigned to leaving the Night Court.
She felt icy hands reach her arm and check her pulse, followed by her breathing and other vitals.
“This is pointless, Madja. I can feel that she’s awake. She probably can’t move yet. Please just let me give her some power - it will energize her,” He pleaded, trying to move closer to her.
Madja? Rhys’s healer? So I am back in Velaris. He wants to…give me power? How can he do that? She wondered, still unable to move as she tried to flex her fingers.
“I told you boy, until I understand how your power exchange works, I think it would be better to abstain so you don’t accidentally take power from her,” Madja said back.
“Is she awake? I can sense some brain activity,” The second male said, entering the room.
“She is awake but Madja won’t let me give her any power to help her move. I’ve already explained that I can control how much she gets and it will be the right amount,” Azriel seethed.
“Madja, it’s ok. Azriel was…made to do this for her,” The other male said, attempting to mediate between the two. Cyra heard an exasperated sigh as Madja stopped checking her vitals, presumably stepping back.
Cyra felt a calm, soothing male presence move closer to her as the side of her bed dipped down.
“I’m here, baby. I’m going to help you wake up,” He murmured in her ear, lightly kissing the delicate skin below it. Cyra felt chills run down her spine as one of his hands intertwined with hers.
Before she could realize what was happening, small tingles worked their way through her hand, shooting exquisitely up her arm. The feeling wasn’t painful or unpleasant but rather tranquil and reassuring. She felt herself breathe out a heavy breath and fully relax into the bed.
Slowly, her body started to feel more awake as if the tingles were coating every cell in her body. She shuddered as she felt herself reach a pinnacle as the energy crested before it ebbed away again.
What WAS that? She thought, testing to see if she could move by fluttering her eyelids. They responded immediately, opening while her eyes adjusted to the light. There before her, slightly blocking the sun streaming in through her balcony doors was him. Her mate.
“Azriel,” She whispered, the name barely leaving her lips. Her eyes focused on his facial features and she saw a smile light up his face. Joy. Pure joy radiated towards her from him.
“Cyra,” He said with emotion in his voice, almost as if he couldn’t say anything else for fear of losing control. Her eyes were locked in on his hazel irises, examining how much brighter and more detailed they seemed to her.
Have I really never looked this closely at his eyes? She thought, before a voice cleared their throat nearby. Cyra’s face shot to the other side of the room, noticing violet eyes staring down at her.
“Rhys?” She asked as he moved closer to her.
“How do you feel?” Rhys asked, reaching out to hold her hand when Cyra heard a snarl from the other direction. Shock ran threw her as she looked Azriel.
Did he just…snarl at Rhys? Because Rhys touched me? She questioned to herself.
“Oh calm down, pissy pants. I’m not going to hurt your mate. High Lord, remember?” Rhys mused as Azriel rolled his eyes.
“How do you feel, baby?” Azriel asked, shifting his focus to Cyra.
“I feel…pretty normal. Well, I do after you did…whatever it was that you just did,” She said frowning as she tried to understand what had happened.
“We have…a lot to discuss,” Azriel said, a slight smirk reaching one corner of his mouth. Cyra looked at him in confusion as she turned to Rhys.
“Is everyone ok? Did I kill the kelpie? Why did you bring me back here?” She asked.
“Everyone is fine, Cyra. You did…eliminate the kelpie, quite extravagantly. I think that Azriel should tell you the rest,” Rhys said with a mischievous grin. “Come, Madja, let’s leave them to catch up,” Rhys said, drawing the older female out of the room. Before she could leave, she turned around.
“Azriel, remember what I said about bedding her. Do not touch her for at least 2 weeks,” She said, pointing her finger at him as Rhys urged her out of the room, shooting a sympathetic glance at Azriel before leaving.
Cyra gasped with embarrassment as her gaze shifted back to Azriel who rolled his eyes at the older woman and muttered “insufferable healer” under his breath. He turned back to her and she felt his emotions change from annoyance to what felt like…love. Rich and pure love. Was it possible her mate loved her?
His hand was still on hers as he flipping the hand palm upward so he could stroke lazy lines up and down it.
“Az…what do you need to tell me? What happened?” Cyra asked, trying to sit up.
“Are you sure you can sit up? Let me help you,” He said, supporting her as he situated her in an upright position.
“I’m fine. Please tell me what’s going on,” She said, smoothing her hair over the thin pajamas she had been dressed in. As she looked at him, she noticed he wouldn’t meet her eyes. He almost seemed…nervous.
“Cyra, I think you should rest. You’ve just woken up. We have plenty of time to catch up…” He said, trailing off.
“No, Azriel. I’ll be leaving as soon as I’m strong enough. So please just tell me,” She pleaded.
“You are not leaving, Cyra,” He said sternly, his dominant tone catching her off guard as she studied his face. He looked back down at her hand, his fingers still tracing lines on her palm as she felt at a loss for words. The touch was exquisite as tingles followed his fingers. After a long pause, he finally looked up from her palm to meet her eyes.
“You fought the kelpie courageously. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more…fearsome creature. You. You were magnificent. In that moment, I saw the true seraphine within you. The light radiated from you. You harvested all your power and created a bomb, of sorts, that protected us but destroyed the kelpie in one single move. There was simply nothing left of them. Their bodies hit the water and no remanence remained. The explosion was…intense as you adsorbed their power. It took me some time to find you but when I did, you were…you were dead, Cyra,” Azriel cringed, his eyes squinting as he recalled what he saw.
Cyra’s mind raced as she considered what he was saying. Before she could ask any questions, he continued.
“I went to you and remembered something Helion had said to me about your powers and how you are able to siphon or deliver power to those with unique magical abilities. Similar to how you gave me power when we…” Azriel trailed off.
“When I rode you?” Cyra said, smirking slightly as she tried to lighten the mood. He chuckled.
“Yes…that. So I held your hands and imagined myself taking your power. The tremendous power you’d been given when the four kelpie died. Because it killed you, Cyra,” He said, a note of seriousness in his tone. Cyra sucked in a breath, willing herself not to be overwhelmed.
“As the power was siphoned to me, my shadows extinguished it and you slowly came back from the edge of death. I could feel the life enter you. It was…wonderful. And then at the end of the power exchange was…the bond. Our mating bond. It was waiting. Waiting for me at the end of the transfer. Waiting for me to give it permission to start your heart. And when I did, the bond…snapped,” He said, looking at her before continuing. She was too stunned to say anything.
“Cyra, when the bond snapped…everything just made sense. All the suffering we’ve been through on our paths. All the pain and struggles and feeling of being lost. It was because I hadn’t found you yet. Cyra, we are much more than mates. We are each other’s life line. We can give and take power from each other, not to weaken and conquer but to support and thrive. I am here to serve you. If you’ll…if you’ll have me.” He said as his eyes flashed to hers before looking away.
Cyra looked at her hands, trying to process what he had described. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? Cyra thought, her mind racing. He continued.
“Let me be extremely clear, Cyra,” Azriel said, his voice deepening. “I intend to do everything in my power to convince you to complete our mating bond. Because I can’t imagine a world without you. I can’t imagine a life that we aren’t making together. And most of all, I can’t imagine not providing you with what you need, power…love…anything,” He said, smirking at the end of his sentence.
Cyra felt her stomach flutter and the mating bond whirl in her chest, before gasping at the renewed feeling the bond gave her. It was much stronger now, the product of it snapping for him too. The invisible string between them was nearly complete; reinforced, solid, and reverberating. She couldn’t imagine how it would feel if they both accepted the bond.
Azriel waited for her reaction, monitoring her facial expressions as he tried to decipher how she felt.
“I…I…I think I’d like that,” She said, willing herself to speak. His face lit up.
“Ok…we don’t have to do anything right now. But I need you to understand that you cannot leave Velaris again. I mean, I guess you can, but you will have a shadowsinger in tow,” He said coyly. She blushed as she squeezed his hand, nodding.
“I guess I’m stuck then,” She said softly, her fingers tracing along his thumb. “Can we…have some time together before we decide to move forward with the mating ceremony? I want you to be sure.” She asked, thoughtfully.
“Of course. But my mind is made up, Cyra. I’ll wait as long as it takes to consummate our bond. Even if that means you never do. I will still be here to serve you…balance you,” He murmured, leaning in to kiss her jaw. Her mind raced as she considered everything he was saying.
All the things I wanted him to say for years, she thought, her heart clenching. Her ability to focus was quickly failing as he continued to pepper kisses along her neck.
“So tell me…how are your…primal urges now that the mating bond has snapped?” She said with a wicked smile. He groaned as he tore his lips away from her with difficulty.
“Please don’t bring that up right now. It’s been…challenging,” He gritted, his eyes darting to her lips. “Fortunately you’ve been unconscious so I was able to reel myself in.” He mused, eyes glittering.
“Nothing has changed for me, Azriel. If anything, I want you more now,” She said as her hand grazed up his arm before moving down the front of his shirt.
“Fuck, Cyra. Did you not hear what Madja said? I can’t touch you for a few weeks. But when I do…” He trailed off. The look in his eyes was absolutely feral as he scanned her body and thin silk pajamas. Cyra felt herself shiver in anticipation.
“I feel fine, Az. Whatever you gave me through the bond is vibrating. I need you,” She whispered, her hand drifting down to the waist of his pants. Suddenly, Azriel was standing, his very prominent hardness attracting Cyra’s attention.
I didn’t think it was possible but I crave him even more now, she mused to herself as her eyes scanned his body.
“You have to stop looking at me like that or I’ll take you right here,” He said, running a frantic hand through his hair.
“I mean…I think that’s exactly what I’m asking for, Azriel,” She smirked, motioning for him to come back to the bed. Before she could see him move, he winnowed to the bed, hovering over her as he restrained her wrists.
“You’re testing my very narrow shred of civility left, Cyra. I nearly tore apart Cassian this morning when he stopped by to check on you. While I can’t touch you right now, know that there will be no one else for you. Because you will never be left unsatisfied,” He said in her ear, tickling the spot under it as he ground his erection into her thigh. She moaned, arching up to press aching body against him.
Before Cyra could make her move, she heard footsteps approaching. Azriel winnowed to the chair across the room, almost looking relieved to be interrupted by whoever was coming.
“You’re awake!” A cheerful female voice rang out as Feyre stepped into the room, her hands covering her eyes. “Are you both decent or should I come back later? Rhys said it was urgent that I…interrupt what was happening in here,” She smiled mischievously, eyes still hidden.
“We’re decent, Feyre,” Cyra said with amusement, smoothing her clothes as she darted her eyes to Azriel who was staring at something on the ceiling.
“Azriel, Rhys asked for you to join him for lunch if you’re free?” Feyre said, motioning to the door. Azriel scanned her eyes before nodding as Cyra suspected a silent exchange had occurred between the two. He met Cyra’s eyes once more to send her one last intense look before leaving the room.
“Is it hot in here or is just me? Is he going to consume you whole? You know you never did fill me in on my wingspan question…” Feyre smirked. Cyra shook her head, a blush covering her cheeks.
"How do you feel?” Feyre asked warmly, sitting next to her on the bed.
“I feel great. Azriel gave me…his power and that seemed to help,” She smiled.
“Incredible…you two have something special to say the least. I’m just…happy for you both,” She said, and Cyra could tell she was desperately trying to hold back from saying too much. Emotions of glee, joy, and relief were flooding Feyre.
“Feyre, going through…all I went through has made me painfully aware that I know very little about my kind. Helion tried to warn me in a sense. Did you…did you know we’d be able to do that? The power exchange? Did Rhys?” Cyra asked. Feyre hesitated before responding.
“We…suspected. I hope you won’t be upset. We didn’t fully know but Rhys had heard about similar power exchanges in the past. He wasn’t sure if it was only a skill of your brother, Nebar’s, or if you all could do it. He was monitoring your light blasting. But we honestly didn’t know anything about the mating bond influence or how Azriel’s magic is your exact counterbalance. It seems like fate was at play this whole time,” Feyre smiled. Cyra nodded, taking in the information.
“I hope Helion wasn’t too upset about my sudden departure,” Cyra said, cringing slightly.
“No. I think he still feels bad about spilling the beans,” Feyre said, chuckling and patting Cyra’s leg. “Get some rest. I’ll have Nuala bring you lunch. Is there anything else you need?” Feyre asked.
“Can I…can I stay here with you all for a while longer? Or should I look for a place to live? I really don’t mind, I probably need an apartment…” Cyra trailed off as Feyre cut her off.
“I think your mate would murder me if I kicked you out now. And of course you can. We didn’t build this house to be empty. This is your room. You’re always welcome here. You’re part of the inner circle, after all,” Feyre said, holding Cyra’s hand.
“I am?”
“You protected the Night Court. You…died for the Night Court. I can’t think of anyone more deserving of being part of our circle. I hope this will be your home,” Feyre said and Cyra felt emotions bubbling up. Her emotions. Gratitude. Relief. Peace. She nodded.
“Yes…yes this will be my home now,” Cyra smiled.
Notes:
I KNOW, I know, no smut but I promise basically the rest of the story will feature these two in very...interesting situations as they work towards accepting the bond. I even think I'll continue their story in a Part 2 or maybe some one-shots.
When I started writing, I didn't know this was how their bond would manifest but I've always felt that Azriel is different that Cass and Rhys. He would have an intense connection to whoever he ended up with. I'm so happy with where it landed <3 Basically Azriel is a dominant simp LOL. Is that even a thing?
I hope you love it <3
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Chapter 16
10 days. 10. Fucking. Days. Cyra thought, as she punched the punching bag harder. Sweat dripped down her body as she glanced at Azriel who was sparring with Cassian in the training ring. His gaze immediately met hers with a look of interest.
Cyra gave him a mocking look before resuming her punches. For 10 days, she’d been on house arrest. For 10 days, he’d refused to touch her, despite every effort she made. For 10 days, he wouldn’t even enter her room or sleep in her bed. For 10 days, he had avoided her and occupied himself with work.
After Day 7, Madja finally allowed her to get out of bed but she was coddled by everyone. She hated feeling weak. Since the moment Azriel had touched her 10 days ago, she’d felt normal but no one seemed to believe his energy transfer had healed her.
His self-control is infuriating. What’s he trying to prove? She thought. She had expected that if the bond ever snapped for him, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her. But he was the picture of self-restraint, keeping a 1 to 2 feet of distance between them at all times and kissing her head or cheek when she leaned in.
She was sure she would combust before Day 14. And the rules Madja had set seemed completely arbitrary. Cyra punched the bag harder and let out a frustrated groan as it started to spin from her misaligned punch. The bag’s movement only fueled her anger and she added drop kicks in at a rapid pace.
“Piece of shit bag, fucking old equipment…” She mumbled as her long icy blonde braid swirled behind her and sweat flew every direction.
“I can confidently say you won, Cyra,” Azriel said from behind her, sitting on a stool next to the punching bag as he poured water from a water barrel into a cup and swallowed some. He reached up and poured the small amount left in the cup on his face, and Cyra’s jaw dropped as it dripped down his already sweat-drenched shirt as he shook his hair to tried to cool off.
“Are you…are you fucking kidding right now?” She glared at him.
This God is standing before me, sweaty and out of breath and I am expected to just let him go on with his day? I’m five seconds from climbing him like a tree, She thought incredulously as she scoffed and turned back to the bag to keep punching, the frown deepening on her face.
“Feeling the burn, Cyra?” Cassian teased as he came over to pour another cup of water for himself. Azriel looked at Cassian before shaking his head in amusement.
“Oh I’m sorry. Is this funny to you both? You seem to have forgotten that I’m a female with needs who happened to die 10 days ago assuming my mate hated me. And that’s still not enough to earn some satisfaction,” She said glaring at Azriel as he frowned. “What do you say Cassian, will Nesta let me join you in your bedroom since my mate is completely disinterested in me? Maybe all the wingspan guesses were wrong. There’s only one way for me to know…”
That should do it, Cyra mused to herself. Cassian choked on his water as a wicked grin spread across his face and Cyra heard Azriel flare his wings.
“I’m sure Nesta won’t mind, but she may want you all to herself. She can be quite possessive. She’s also excellent at wing play,” He teased, winking at her.
Cyra’s eyes returned to Azriel as she watched his emotions shift in slow motion. Azriel’s face morphed from amusement to cold, dark, rage. She wasn’t sure who he was more mad at - her or Cassian.
“Maybe we could invite Emerie to join us too, Cass?” Cyra smirked, walking back to the punching bag as she stripped her shirt off to reveal her white tank top underneath.
“The more the merrier. Can I watch?” Cassian said playfully as Azriel stood up and moved towards Cassian.
“Shut. Up.” Azriel said venomously as Cassian chuckled.
“What brother - not used to being the…5th wheel?” Before Cassian could react, Azriel was on him, punching him to the ground as they rolled in a fury of wings and limbs.
Cyra rolled her eyes at the Illyrians as Nesta approached the training area.
“What got their panties in a twist?” She mused, staring at the bloodied, muscled males brawling.
“I might have told Azriel I was going to resort to a threesome with you and Emerie soon if he continues his abstinence campaign,” Cyra smirked as Nesta grinned widely.
“Wow, Cyra. I like you more and more. And for the record, that’s not a half-bad idea,” She said loud enough for Cassian and Azriel to hear. Both males stopped and looked over to her.
“You both are incorrigible,” Nesta said, strutting to the training ring to start warming up as the males resumed their fighting.
After 15 minutes, Cyra’s patience was wearing thin.
“Are you both done yet?” Cyra asked, staring at them as they breathed hard and struggled to get up. They looked at each other before Cassian stood up, offering a hand to Azriel who accepted it. He stood up, wiping the blood from his nose onto his shirt as Cassian blotted an open cut on his forehead. Cassian pulled Azriel into a hug and Azriel patted his back as they both chuckled.
Cyra sighed, moving to her small satchel to pack up a few of her things to go back to the River House.
“Do you not think that this is hard for me too? What I…want should be the last thing on my mind. You need to focus on your recovery,” Azriel asked from behind her. She peered over her shoulder at his tense stance and clenched jaw.
“Oh, so I guess what I want doesn’t matter. Plus, it doesn’t seem like much is hard these days,” She said, her eyes dropping down to his pants. Before she could turn back to the punch bag, he grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder.
“Azriel, put me down!” She shrieked, flailing her arms as he carried her through the House of Wind to the balcony. Just as he set her down on her feet, she shoved him back, trying to walk back to the house as he grabbed her waist and pulled her flush to his body.
“There isn’t a day that I don’t wake up hard since the damn bond snapped. In fact, I’m just aroused most of the day around you. The only thing keeping me from locking you in my room for 3 weeks is common decency, the fact that you died 10 days ago, and that we haven’t completed the mating bond. Believe me, I’m counting the days down with you, but until then, I can’t touch you, Cyra. And you’re not making it any easier on me,” He glared, his hardness pressing into her hip.
“This is ridiculous. I’m allowed exercise in the training room but we can’t exercise together?” She questioned, throwing her hands up as she shoved him away.
“Cyra…” Azriel warned.
“I’m beginning to think you’re all talk. Remember our first night together? You said you had unique interests…everything has been pretty vanilla thus far. Now we’re just friends, apparently,” She scoffed.
I’ve reached a new level of immaturity. Really can’t go any lower from here, she thought, sighing as she gave up.
“Cyra! Please…please just try to be patient. It’s only 4 more days,” He said, his hands reaching for hers and intertwining with them. The energy balanced thrummed between them as the mating bond recognized the exchange. Cyra sucked in a breath as energy started flowing from her to Azriel to heal any remaining injuries from his brawl with Cassian. His remaining deeper bruises healed instantly as the power repaired them.
Cyra concentrated on the tingling and flow of the power from her hands to his. The feeling was euphoric. It didn’t arouse her, but rather soothed her and brought warmth and pleasure to her chest. She could cut off the transfer by letting him go, but she didn’t want to. The power begged for them to stay connected. It seemed to only transfer through their hand to hand touch, and it was automatic; she didn’t need to initiate the exchange. He shuddered as the last of her power flowed to him as equilibrium was reached.
“I’m…sorry. I didn’t realize that would happen,” He said, shaking himself out of the power transfer trance they both had been in.
“I’m not. I mean, I’m not sorry to transfer power to you but this is all new to me,” She said, trailing off. Looking in his eyes, all the previous frustration melted away. It was just Azriel, her mate, staring back at her.
“These beautiful glowing eyes of yours. I’ll never get tired of seeing them and knowing they’re for me and only me. My mate,” He whispered, his hand sweeping a stray curl out of her face to behind her ear.
“Az…” She whimpered, leaning up to kiss him. His hand trailed up her neck to her cheek as he cupped her face and swept a delicate kiss across her lips. She responded immediately, the feel of his touch igniting her body.
She deepened the kiss as the mating bond demanded, beckoning him closer. She was one step away from unbuttoning his pants right there on the balcony. He was equally struggling as his fingertips ran down her arms, resisting the urge to circle her tighter.
“Cyra…” He said, breaking their kiss as he stroked her cheek again. The look on his face told her that he wouldn’t go any further. She took one final frustrated look at him before releasing her wings and jumping off the balcony to fly to the River House.
***
The clock on Cyra’s wall struck 2 AM as she stared from her bed at the large balcony windows framing the starry Velaris sky. Her balcony doors had to be closed at night for a while now, as the temperature had dropped in the late fall weeks. She laid in her bed, thinking about how she wasn’t sure she’d sleep again without her mate nearby.
Somehow, I have even less interaction with him now that we’ve declared our mating bond, She sighed, rolling over to face away from the windows into the darkness. If I can’t touch him, there’s only one thing left to do, she thought, resolved as she threw her blankets back and left her room.
She padded down the hall in her lilac nightgown that hit mid-thigh, reaching the empty, dark kitchen near the living room. In an effort not to bother anyone, she turned on a small under cabinet light to guide her way through the kitchen.
Chocolate, she sighed, opening up some cupboards to find something to satisfy her sweet tooth. After searching multiple cabinets, she found a bar of dark chocolate, some washed and trimmed strawberries, and a small bowl of whipped cream left over from the previous night’s dessert.
Grabbing a wine glass, she poured herself a generous glass of red wine before she dipped a strawberry in the cream. She chased it all down with bite of the dark chocolate. She jumped up to sit on the kitchen counter before she let the chocolate melt in her mouth and groaned from the rich flavor.
I guess this is as close as I can get to pleasure, she smirked, biting into another strawberry before taking a sip of wine. She tipped her head back on the cabinet above her and savored the flavors of the food.
“Can’t sleep? Are you…ok?” A male voice said from shadows near the door before he walked into the kitchen. Cyra’s breath caught as the mating bond whirled in response and she looked towards the doorway. Her mate. Her body would never stop responding to his presence. She opened her mind to read his emotions and gauge his mood. Desire, Curiosity. And a touch of dominance.
“I think you know the answer to that. I thought you were sleeping at the townhouse?” She said, smoothing her voice to feign disinterest as she returned to her wine and chocolate.
He moved into the light, his body coming into full view as he pulled her wine glass to him and took a sip.
Good. Heavens. Mother. Above. There is no way this male is intended for me. No way. Who got it wrong? Because they’re going to figure it out soon and I’ll be fucked, she thought as her eyes scanned his towering frame.
He wore loose, gray pajama pants that left little to the imagination underneath. His shirtless chest was peppered with his swirling Illyrian tattoos that weaved up and down his arms and back. His large wings were pulled in tight and his flat stomach lead down in a strong V shape at his hip bones. He looked massive, even in the generously sized kitchen.
This male…I’d like to lick that V… Cauldron boil me. The things I would do for him are unholy, she thought, swallowing as she tried to return her focus to her food and hide her interest in him. She heard him inhale deeply as his gaze darkened and his eyes glazed over her body.
“I’ve been here at the River House since we came back from the Day Court,” He said, his eyes trained on the strawberry she was biting.
“You…slept here this entire time? And you never visited me at night? Of course. Of course not. Why would you?” She said, chastising herself as she looked away and took a long gulp of wine. Before she could put the glass down, he’d moved between her legs and gripped her chin to look at him.
“Cyra…don’t doubt my desire for you. I can feel the mating bond…pulsing between us. Is this how you felt before it snapped for me?” He asked, staring at her lips.
“Any time I was near you…any time I am near you,” She admitted, gulping as she watched his mouth. She noted the intensity of his stare. “Is it…is it getting to you?” She whispered.
“Yes,” He said, his eyes never leaving her lips. She picked up another strawberry to bite.
“Now you know how I’ve felt for 10 years,” She said softly. He concentrated harder on her face considering what to say.
“I don’t…don’t know how you did it,” He said. “But watching you swirl your tongue around those strawberries while I smell your arousal is making my self-control razor thin,” He said as he leaned down to nibble along her jaw. The movement caused her to let out a choked moan as she felt his lips smile against her neck.
“Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish, Az. There are rules, remember?” She said coldly as she pushed him back and his wings darted out briefly to balance him. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw and stared at her for several seconds, his eyes darting from her lips to her eyes.
“Fuck the rules,” He said roughly as his eyes trained on her lips. They both stared breathlessly at each other, wondering who would make the first move.
Slowly, Cyra’s eyes moved to the small bowl of whipped cream sitting next to her on the counter. She picked it up and dipped her finger in. Aiming for his chest, she dragged her finger along one of the Illyrian tattoos, pulling the cream down the entirety of the swirl until it reached the top of his stomach. His body tensed as her finger stroked through cream, both from the coldness of the cream and the feeling of her touch.
Leaning forward, he braced as her tongue met his hard chest and began to lick the length of his tattoo. As she reach his nipple, he swore as her tongue swirled around it before continuing lower. Before she could jump down from the counter to trail down his stomach, he pushed her back up on the counter. She looked at him with confusion as their arousals mixed with the mating bond.
“That’s enough,” He said, and Cyra’s anger started to boil up as she anticipated his rejection. Before she could storm out, his hands touched the edge of her nightgown, toying with the straps at her shoulders.
“Are you trying to torture me in this thing? If you wore this to the training ring, I would have fucked you right there,” He mused, his fingers teasing her hard nipple through the lilac silk. She moaned as his hand traced to the edge of the material trimmed with gold and lilac lace before he pulled down the straps, exposing her breasts. He groaned before he dipped his finger into the cream and dabbed the tip of one nipple with it.
“Az…” She moaned, overwhelmed by the sensation of the cold cream. He bent down to cup her breast before capturing her nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, bordering on the point of pain. She moaned again, pulling at his hair, before he repeated the action on her other breast.
“Can I fuck you on the counter, Cyra?” He asked, trailing kisses up her chest and along her neck as her head tilted back in pleasure.
“I don’t know. Will you allow it?” She said sarcastically, arching her body into him.
“Smartass. I need to hear you say it,” He pleaded, licking the hollow of her neck.
“Fuck me,” She said, leaning forward to reach for his hard length through his thin pants. She could feel everything through the soft bamboo fabric. The gray material was stained with precum as he ground into her hand. She pulled the waistband down slightly and his cock sprang out. She teased his tip with her thumb as she moved to wrap her fingers around him but was blocked by his hand.
“Not the time to play, Cyra,” He groaned as he pushed up the edge of her nightgown and moved her matching lace thong to the side. He ran his fingers along her slit to test the wetness.
“You’re drenched. Is this all for me?” He teased, rubbing her clit with his thumb as she moaned.
“Did you not just say this was not the time to play, Azriel? Fuck me,” She demanded and he smiled devilishly as he lined himself up with her. He rubbed his cock along her slit to gather some of her wetness before pushing in slowly, allowing her to adjust to his size. His face shifted to a mixture of pleasure and torture as she gripped his forearms to pull him closer. He pulled her legs to wrap around his waist so he could shift her rear to the edge of the counter.
“Fuck, baby, you’re still so tight,” He groaned, leaning down to kiss her. She nodded, unable to speak as the feeling of him flooded her senses. The sensations mixed with the influence of the mating bond were overwhelming. He slowly pulled himself out and then back in as he looked down between them. Cyra whimpered as she felt the need to consume him.
“Azriel, if you don’t fuck me hard right now, I’m going to light-travel us back to my room and ride you until you can’t see,” She threatened, a determined look on her face.
“Hmm…that is pretty tempting,” He smirked, slowly reentering her as she watched his abs clench with the thrust.
“Azriel!” She chastised, her patience wearing thin and her nails scratched his lower back. Before she could move, he thrust sharply and fully sheathed himself in her. Cyra moaned as bliss spread through her and the mating bond thrummed in her chest.
“Do you feel it too? Right here?” He asked softly, bringing a palm to her chest. She nodded, shyly meeting his eyes before he pulled her in for a desperate kiss. His thrusting increased and she could feel herself tightening from the stimulation.
“Cyra, there will be no one else for you. Tell me you understand,” He said, avoiding the words echoing in his mind. The words that they would exchange when they completed the mating ceremony. You’re mine.
“This is it for us, Az,” She murmured into his neck and he nodded against her.
She started grinding herself back against him with every thrust. Noticing her growing arousal, he moved a hand down the front of her to find her clit with his thumb. She moaned at the contact as she felt her body tense.
“Touch my hand, baby,” He said into her ear as one of his hands trailed down her forearm to interlace her fingers. She looked up from his neck to see his eyes as he nodded and the power transfer between them brought tingles through her body and his. She shuddered as he picked up speed with his thrusts.
“Az…the power feels…so good. I’m going to…” She said breathlessly as he thrusted faster and the power balanced between them.
“Come for me, Cyra,” He whispered to her, lost in his own arousal. His words pushed her over the edge as she felt the orgasm tremble through her body.
“Mate, my mate, my mate,” She said softly as the after shocks continued to crash through her body.
“That’s right, baby. Your mate,” He said, continuing to thrust through her orgasm. The waves crashed over and over through Cyra as the power pulsed between their hands. As her body relaxed with exhaustion, she looked down to find Azriel still hard, inside her.
“Az…” She said, about to question him when grabbed her by her ass and tightened her legs around him. He winnowed them back to her room to her bed, her legs still wrapped around his hard body.
“My turn,” He said with a devilish grin and he pulled out of her slowly and turned her around. His hand slid up her leg to cup her ass as his body curled against hers.
“Can I have you from behind?” He whispered, touching her sensitive slit with two fingers.
“Yes,” She whimpered, leaning forward on the bed for him.
“Climb on the bed, baby,” He said softly, and she nearly came again from the sound of his raspy voice. She climbed on the bed on all fours as he rubbed her leg gently and guided his erection inside her. The fullness of him at this angle was a whole new sensation she was desperate for. The actual feeling of it exceeded any of the fantasies she’d previously had.
He groaned as his thrusting increased and he pressed one hand against her spine and another on her hip to pull her towards him.
“Az…pull my hair,” She begged, and he nearly came with the request. He wrapped his hand in her long, icy blonde waves, twisting it slightly to create tension without pain. She moaned as he continued thrusting, on the edge of his own orgasm.
She reached down to touch herself but he pulled her hand away, replacing it with his own. The dominance of the situation melted the last of Cyra’s resistance as she shuddered with pleasure from his touch.
“Come again with me, Cyra. My mate,” He said with desperation as they both went over the edge. His body trembled as he came inside of her and the last of his thrusts replaced pleasure with exhaustion. He fell on top of her, kissing the curve of her spine as they both laid face down on the bed, recovering.
“Are you…are you ok?” Azriel asked, panting lightly as he tried to regain his composure. She smirked at him from under him.
“I will be when you stop crushing me,” She said, feigning her struggling breath. He chuckled and rolled off of her to lie beside her. She propped herself up on one elbow as she looked at him, the moonlight from the balcony windows illuminating his face. His eyes traced the naked curve of her back as he admired her luminescent body.
“My little glow worm,” He mused, running a hand along her cheek as he pulled her body closer to wrap his arms around her.
“Worm? Ew. Are they still glowing?” She cringed, blinking her eyes.
“Yes. Always for me,” He smiled, bringing her hand up to his to kiss her palm. Their touch caused a brief and delicate energy transfer as both of their bodies were expended, but they both shivered in response.
“So are you still going to put me on bedrest, Azriel?” She asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“Cyra, I think bedrest is permanently over. For eternity,” He grinned.
Notes:
Hope you liked! Next chapter is Winter Solstice <3
Chapter Text
Warm breath tickled Cyra’s ear as consciousness flooded her. Light streamed in from her balcony windows as the morning sun rose. As she peered at the clock reading 10 AM, she registered that her whole backside was warm and pressed up against something as she laid on her side.
He stayed. My mate knows about our mating bond and he stayed with me all night. He STAYED. After 10 years. I’m here, she thought as child-like glee bubbled up in her. His breathing was deep, no doubt from the 2 AM tryst they’d had in the kitchen and subsequent joining in her bed.
Shockingly, her body felt rested and ready for more. The mating bond begged for more. Although she felt rested, the ache from lying in the same position all night caused her muscles to scream. She wriggled against his naked body as she tried to stretch her limbs and his arms responded by tightening. Wriggling once more, Azriel’s hand moved to grip her hips as he groaned.
“Cyra, are you trying to get me to fuck you before I’ve even woken up?” He said with his morning voice still raspy. She grinned to herself as she pressed against him again, feeling his rapidly hardening length respond to her. Her body flooded with desire as the mating bond urged them closer.
“It wasn’t my intention but I’ll gladly take credit for your idea,” She mused, still not turning to face him.
“You can’t possibly be ready to take me yet after last night. But maybe I should I check, just to be sure?” He teased, his fingers moving to circle her stomach as she felt him stretch behind her.
“For science, right?” She responded breathlessly, anticipating his touch.
“You do love your research. I’m hoping you can try some experiments on me later…” He said, kissing down the back of her neck. She leaned into his touch so his fingers would slide down the front of her body.
“Why is this thing on you again?” He asked with frustration. Somehow in the night she’d pulled her nightgown on again, feeling the need for the slightest bit of modesty. Her face flushed.
“First of all…it’s called a nightgown. Second of all…I wasn’t sure I was ready to sleep completely nude next to you,” She said slightly embarrassed.
“And why is that?” He asked, biting near her ear.
“Because I think I’d be on you most of the night if I felt your bare skin the whole time,” She answered truthfully and he groaned in response.
“Precisely why I did sleep naked…” He said, pulling up her nightgown to find she wore nothing underneath as he ran his finger delicately against her apex.
“Az…” She moaned as he pulled her top thigh over his leg to open her up more and stroked her delicately from behind. She heard his breaths increase with hers as her arousal flooded them. He could easily thrust into her at this angle and join them with little difficulty.
“I love how you respond to me, Cyra,” He whispered. The mating bond pounded in her chest as his fingers continued to touch her. Just as he was about to slide a finger inside her, she spoke.
“Az, stop. Please, stop,” She said, breathing hard as her hand went to his wrist. He froze before he sat up slightly to see her face.
“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry Cyra, I didn’t mean-“ He said before she interrupted.
“No, I just…I want to ask you something I feel like I should have asked you a long time ago,” She said, turning her body to face him. His emotions enveloped her. Confusion. Concern. Protectiveness.
“What is it?” He asked, brows furrowed.
“What…exactly…do you shadows do?” She said, blushing at the departure from their previous activity. His facial expressions softened as he smiled at her. He rolled her so she laid flat on the bed and he moved to hover over her.
“I think I’ve shown you what they do a few times now…do I need to demonstrate again?” He teased, kissing down the center of her chest over her nightgown. She laughed as he tickled her sides and kissed along her navel.
“Az….but like…what do they do? Do they speak to you? Do they leave you for long periods of time? Do they enter your mind and tell you things? Do they ever annoy you? When do they go away?” She said, pushing him back as she sat up. He chuckled, lying his head in her lap.
“All of the above? They’re…part of me. They don’t speak to me, although everyone seems to think they do. They just do what I ask or will them to do. They are an extension of my body. When they see, touch, or hear something, I see, touch, or hear that thing as well,” He said with a smirk as she watched shadows come out of his fingertips and trace up the side of her body. She shivered as they flitted away.
“Can they…can you..would you want to…” She trailed off as her fingers stroked his hair, not meeting his eyes. He sat up to look at her with amusement.
“What is it little seraphine? Get it out. I’ve told you before, you can ask me anything,” He smirked.
“Could you…use them on me again? Like you did that one time in our minds?” She asked with slight trepidation. He studied her face as he leaned in to kiss her.
“The restraints? Is that…what you want?” He whispered, trying to hold back a smile.
“Yes. And stop looking at me that way,” She whispered back.
“What way?” He smirked.
“Like you’re holding in a laugh. Like I’m a virginal maiden you need to teach. This is still…hard for me. I may be old but I’m not as experienced as you. But you make me…want things. Things that sometimes I think I shouldn’t want,” She said, avoiding his eyes.
“You’re not that old, compared to me. And what things shouldn’t you want?” He said, eyes sparkling.
“Are you trying to make me squirm? Because it’s working. Also, exactly how experienced are you? Like how many partners have you had?” She asked, watching his face pale slightly.
“Cyra, I…” He trailed off.
“I’m kidding. I don’t want to know. I think. It’s a lot, right?” She asked with a slight cringe.
“Define…a lot,” He said sheepishly. “I’ve had…lovers. And they were all different with specific…interests. But never anything significant. They were purely for pleasure. Well, with the exception of Gwyn. She meant a lot to me because of what we went through together. She is a special person, even if it didn’t work out for us,” He said truthfully.
Cyra nodded thoughtfully, trying not to react. Get over it, Cyra. You KNEW he had multiple partners and about Gwyn, she thought, but the jealousy still bubbled up. Azriel sensed her withdrawal and brought a hand to her cheek.
“Nothing compares to this, Cyra. Honestly it’s all just a distant memory now. I told you, I serve you now. Just feel me every time you have any doubt,” He said, intertwining their hands as the power exchanged between them and they both closed their eyes as it swept across them. The familiar, pleasurable shudder pulsed through her, reminding her how strong their bond was already.
“I…I know. I know. But I will always be…envious of them, Azriel. That they had your firsts. Your first experiences. Your pleasure, your pain, your daily life activities, your struggles, your…desire,” She said, her eyes meeting his.
“I feel the same about all of the individuals you were with before me. I’d like to personally let them know how I feel about them, even though you’re secretive about what exactly you’ve done,” He said, gritting his teeth.
“There’s not much to say. Any relationship I had before was trying to fill the gaping hole in my heart from having no family to spend time with. Pleasure wasn’t a priority for me,” She said, looking away.
“That might be even worse, Cyra. That they didn’t think about your pleasure…” He growled to himself and she smirked at him, stroking his hair back.
“You look hot right now,” She laughed.
“You enjoy my jealousy, don’t you?” He mused as he pulled their joined hands to his mouth to pepper her wrist with kisses.
“Maybe…ah hem, now back to your shadows, my shadowsinger,” She said lovingly, releasing his hand.
“Back to my question, Cyra. If I’m going to use my shadows on you, I need to know the things you want, even the ones you don’t think you should want,” He said, teasing the spot under her ear that made her heart flutter.
“I…I want…” She stuttered, distracted by his touch.
“Yes…” He lead on.
“I want you to…own me. My…pleasure. I want you to show me what…really turns you on. You can be…rough,” She forced herself to say.
“You turn me on, Cyra, I don’t need my shadows for that,” He murmured, continuing to torture her neck.
“Az…I know there is more you’re holding back. Show me how possessive you can be. And I…I want to do the same thing to you. I dream about that,” She said, her large lilac eyes staring back at him. Azriel let out a sharp breath as he heard her words.
“Mother above…are you trying to kill me, Cyra? Hearing you say that does something to me. Something…feral,” He said as he pushed her flat on the bed and manifested darkness from his palms that also erupted from behind him.
“So…so you’ll do it then?” Cyra asked nervously as his kisses traveled to her shoulder and chest in the darkening room.
“I will…but not today,” He said.
“What! Why not?” She said wildly, sitting up and pushing him off of her. He chuckled as the room entirely cleared of shadows.
“Because we’re not completely alone here and I’m going to need several hours to keep your body on edge as we…play,” He said with a sinful smile. Cyra’s stomach flipped as she considered what he was saying.
“So you’ll show me? Eventually?” She asked, hopefully.
“Yes, I will show you soon. You’re my mate, of course I will if you want that. I’ll do anything for you, Cyra. I’m happy with our vanilla sex, as you call it, or introducing you to more…dark forms of pleasure,” He said breathlessly as he pulled her in for a deep kiss.
The mating bond whirled as Cyra felt his body press against hers. She climbed into his lap, straddling his hard body until they were flush. He looked up at her, letting her lead as she pulled his hair back to reach his lips.
His hard erection rubbed against her wetness, seeking more as their kisses got more desperate. Before they could go any further, dark male talons tapped at Cyra’s mental walls.
“Ugh, Rhys…” She groaned, pulling away and staring out the windows as he looked at her with confusion.
Yes, High Lord? She asked, holding back her frustration. She was in his house and she did have sex with Azriel in his kitchen last night.
Can you come up for air for a little bit? I am GLAD you’re feeling better but I know what you both did…to my house. He said with slight amusement. She blushed to herself as Azriel studied her with interest.
I’m sorry…things got out of hand. She felt him chuckle.
I need to speak with you about a few other matters.
Ok, I just need a few minutes. Where should I meet you?
Dining room, breakfast is set. Bring your mate, he said, leaving her mind. She smirked.
Mate. No more hiding it, she thought.
“What is it?” Azriel asked.
“Rhys wants us in the dining room for breakfast. He said he has something to talk to us about,” She said, patting his cheek as she tried to remove herself from his grasp.
“Fucking cockblock…” Azriel mumbled, pushing her hips closer to his as he pressed his arousal back against her.
“Az…hold that thought for later,” She smiled, sweetly kissing his lips as she light-traveled out of his arms to the bathing chamber.
“Hey, no magic!” She heard him shout from the bed.
***
Azriel and Cyra walked down the steps from her room to the dining room, hands intertwined as power pulsed between them. She smiled at him as she lead the way and he returned the smile, appreciating her glowing lilac eyes.
“At least we don’t have to hide those anymore,” He mused, motioning to her eyes before she blushed and blinked rapidly.
“I don’t think the blinking helps, baby,” He laughed and she shoved him, letting his hand go. As they walked in to the dining room, Cyra scanned the faces of the entire inner circle already enjoying breakfast - Mor, Amren, Elain, Lucien, Rhys, Feyre, Cassian and Nesta.
Embarrassment crept up her neck as she watched the whole room stare at them. She knew they were all aware of the mating bond, especially with her glowing eyes, but she hadn’t spoken to most of the group since it snapped for Azriel.
Coming up behind her, Azriel laced their fingers together again before he pulled her to sit next to him. Feyre winked at Cyra as she avoided everyone else’s eye contact.
“Well, well, well…look who broke Madja’s rules. We had a bet going on how long you two would last,” Cassian grinned widely.
“Wonderful…” Cyra said mortified as she put her head in her hands.
“I’d like to think making it 10 days was quite remarkable,” Azriel mused and Cyra snapped to him with shock on her face. He grinned back.
“Really, Azriel? Just fueling the fire…” She groaned, spooning eggs and fruit onto her plate.
“So who won?” Azriel asked. Cassian and Rhys grumbled as they looked in one direction.
“I did!” Feyre said with glee. Cyra couldn’t hold back a little laugh as Azriel smiled, shaking his head.
“So when are you two sealing the deal?” Amren asked, a slight tone of condescension in her voice as the rest of the table look to them for a response. Cyra’s eyes flashed to Azriel’s as he motioned for her to respond.
“We’re still…figuring that out,” Cyra replied, taking a sip of coffee from her cup. Azriel squeezed her hand under the table.
“Well, I know the perfect gift once you decide. An unlimited supply of dark chocolate for your own house one day,” Rhys said sarcastically. Cyra’s face gaped as the rest of the inner circle looked around confused, with the exception of Feyre, Cassian, and Nesta.
“We like red wine too,” Azriel added with a cocky smile. Cyra’s face flew to his as he laughed at her.
“What am I missing here?” Mor asked, grabbing another muffin.
“Well all I can say is avoid the kitc-“ Cassian started as Cyra interrupted.
“NOTHING. Absolutely nothing,” She nearly yelled, her face turning beet red. Azriel chuckled at her as he leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“Believe me when I say I’ve caught my brothers in far more compromising positions in very public locations,” He said, his warm breath tickling her neck. Desire bubbled up in Cyra as she remembered where they’d been only moments before, in her bed. His nostrils flared as he pulled back, interlacing their hands again, silently willing her to cool down as a small pulse of energy exchanged in their hands. She shifted her focus back to the table.
“So, why are we all here, Rhys? Just to tease us?” She said, shoveling eggs into her mouth to distract herself.
“Well, I do have a reason for asking you all to be here. As you know, winter solstice is approaching. While the day of the Solstice is reserved for us to celebrate as a family, I’d like to host a gathering in Velaris tonight to celebrate the Solstice early with some extended guests. Helion will be here. Cyra, I know he’s hoping to talk to you,” Rhys said, looking at her.
“Yes, of course. I look forward to catching up with him,” She said, slightly cringing as she recalled their last interaction.
“Lucien invited Vassa and Jurian. And….Eris.” Rhys said, scanning the room for reactions.
“Seriously Rhys? Well I’m out,” Mor protested.
“Not that asshole again…” Nesta muttered as Lucien chuckled.
“He’s promised me he’ll be on good behavior…which undoubtedly means he will be a dick,” Lucien said sarcastically as his eyes flickered to Cassian and Azriel.
“Mor, I’m sorry, but this is important. We need to maintain our alliance with the Autumn Court if Beron should…” Rhys trailed off.
“Lose his head? Literally?” Lucien chimed in with a smirk. Rhys smiled sheepishly, nodding.
“So what do you need from us, Rhys?” Cassian asked.
“Be…on guard. Be friendly but be wary. Especially you, Cyra. Eris doesn’t know what you are and neither do the mortals. I don’t know what they’ll try to do if they find out,” He said, frowning slightly.
“I don’t like this, Rhys,” Azriel finally spoke, glaring at Rhys as Feyre spoke up.
“I know, Az. But we need her there. To learn if Helion has any new information and to read emotions of the room. Perhaps she could help feel Eris’s true intentions. He has Rhys and I heavily blocked,” Feyre said.
“It’s not a problem, I’m happy to help. I can protect myself,” Cyra said, turning her head to Azriel to emphasize her last point.
“It’s not about protecting yourself - it’s about preventing others from hunting you, Cyra. Helion knowing is bad enough as it is,” He said, trying to keep his anger under control.
“Helion saved my life by telling you how to. I owe him a conversation,” She said. Azriel resigned, but not before shooting another glare at Rhys.
“Everyone will be fine. It’s meant to be a pleasant evening and not too tortuous. Elain helped plan some music and dancing too,” Feyre said, trying to improve the mood. Elain smiled at Azriel and Cyra noticed the interaction right away.
Jealousy flared in her heart as she watch him politely smile back. Meanwhile, Lucien watched the interaction with interest, his eye focusing on Cyra as they exchanged a knowing look.
Mutual understanding that our mates previously eye-fucked each other, Cyra said to herself, half-angry and half-amused. Sighing, Cyra grabbed Azriel’s hand again, focusing on what he’d told her earlier that morning. She let the power transfer equilibrate before looking into his eyes. Her whole body relaxed in response.
“Will you dance with me tonight?” She whispered in his ear.
“Dancing is…not really my thing. Spymaster, remember? Brooding, hiding, etc,” He smirked.
“Ok, then I’ll just have to find someone else to dance with. Maybe…Helion? Or Eris?” She teased as Azriel started to swarm with a fury of shadows.
“Cyra…” He warned before Feyre’s voice interrupted them.
“Cyra, join me and my sisters on a trip into town?” Feyre asked as the Archeron sisters stood up to head for the door. She nodded, winking at Azriel as she moved to follow them.
Before she could leave, he grabbed her hand, transferring power one last time as he whispered, “Hurry back so we can finish what you started this morning.”
***
“I asked Lucien if he’d stay in the Night Court after the event tonight for a…while. At least until after Solstice,” Elain nervously blurted to her sisters as she sipped her tea at the cafe they’d stopped at for a late lunch.
“You what? So you’ve accepted your Autumn fox?” Nesta teased as Elain blushed and nodded.
“We still need to plan when we’ll do the mating ceremony but…things are good,” She smiled.
“That’s great, Elain. As much as I fight with Lucien, he’s like a brother to me and I know he’ll be a wonderful mate for you. We will be happy to celebrate you both however you choose,” Feyre encouraged sweetly and Elain smiled.
“So…have you guys fucked yet?” Nesta asked wiggling her eyebrows at Elain.
“Nesta!” Feyre whispered loudly. Elain blushed even more, not answering the question. Cyra smirked, watching the interactions of the sisters.
“That’s a yes. So is it true? Do they have fire in their blood?” Nesta asked in a low voice.
“Nesta, I swear to the Mother if you continue,” Feyre seethed as Nesta chuckled.
“OK, ok…sweet Elain is saved this time. Perhaps Cyra will share some of her dirty secrets then?” Nesta mused. Cyra shrugged, not willing to back down to Nesta’s prodding.
“What do you want to know so badly, Nesta?” Cyra inquired as Nesta raised an eyebrow.
“Just how dark is our secretive shadowsinger in the bedroom? Chains and whips and such?” She asked with a wicked smile. Feyre also raised an eyebrow as Cyra met Elain’s eyes. Elain blushed and looked away uncomfortably.
“Well…that’s something I’m still trying to figure out,” Cyra said, avoiding their eyes.
“What do you mean?” Feyre asked quietly, leaning in. Cyra’s eyes flashed up to Feyre and she chuckled at their interest.
“I just…I think he might be holding back on that front. Don’t get me wrong, our intimate time is exceptional, but I know it’s in there somewhere and that he wants it. And I’d like to…experience it,” Cyra said, her cheeks feeling warm.
“Azriel undoubtedly has some kinks in the bedroom. You just have to pull them out of him. Cassian certainly does too,” Nesta said arching an eyebrow at the group and they all laughed.
“Based on what you’re planning to wear tonight, you might just see his dark side sooner than you think,” Feyre teased.
“You two are a great match,” Elain said, startling the group as they all turned to her. “What? They are. I…I had a vision of you and Azriel a few years ago and it helped solidify that I should pursue my heart and the mating bond with Lucien,” She smiled warmly.
Nesta and Feyre exchanged worried glances as they turned to Cyra.
“You…you saw us?” Cyra asked, in shock.
“Yes. I didn’t want to ruin it for you both but I learned…I learned you were mates through the vision. Every time you visited, I hoped it would materialize for you. He needed someone like you. Strong, unique, and a warrior like him,” She smiled.
“Thank…thank you, Elain,” Cyra blushed. Feyre rubbed Elain’s arm as a warm smile reached Nesta’s face.
“One big happy family! Now…who do we think will be the most drunk tonight?” Feyre asked.
“Cassian” resounded as all four females said the same name at the same time.
***
Cyra’s eyes darted around the large ball room of the Velaris Modern Art Museum that Feyre had rented for the grand event as she entered down a long marble staircase. Twinkling crystals hung down from the transparent ceiling, as if bringing the sparkling night sky down the guests. It was opulent and over the top. Scanning the room, Cyra saw most of the inner circle along with an equal number of familiar and unfamiliar faces.
She hadn’t seen Azriel since breakfast and searched the room for his blue hand siphons. When she’d said goodbye that morning, she hadn’t expect to be gone the full day with the sisters which included shopping, hair, and makeup appointments to prep for the Solstice festivities.
While pampering herself wasn’t normally her thing, she had enjoyed hearing their perspectives on living in the Night Court, the funny stories of the Illyrian brothers, and their experiences with the mating bond. Elain was surprisingly refreshing to Cyra. Only having recently decided to accept the mating bond with Lucien, they related on the daily ups and downs of courting.
Fidgeting with her floor length navy lacy dress, she adjusted the straps that held up the backless top panel of the bodice crusted with sparkles and chiffon. Her long icy blonde hair was set in waves down her back and a few front tendrils were pinned back to stay out of her way. Feyre had insisted she wear a few of the family’s navy jewels to accent the look.
“You look ready to crawl out of your skin. How long have you been here, 3 minutes?” A male with short, flaming red hair and amber gold eyes said to her as he circled her and surveyed her dress. Cyra rolled her eyes.
“Eris, I presume?” She said, meeting his eyes. She noticed him studying her eye color for longer than normal.
“Oh so you’ve heard of me? Pity. I was hoping there would be at least one unmated female at this soirée.” He smirked, handing her a glass of champagne. She looked it up and down.
“It’s not poisoned if that’s what you’re thinking. I don’t feel like fighting with your shadowsinger tonight, despite my inclination to talk to you. I heard he’s extra protective of you so naturally, I found you first just to fuck with him,” Eris said, grinning devilishly.
She considered him for a moment. Scanning his emotions, she felt determination, mischievousness, and slight boredom.
He is…attractive. Not AZRIEL level but damn, these fire boys really are foxes. Too bad he’s supposed to be an asshole, she thought, shifting her eyes back to the room to find Azriel but she still didn’t see or feel his presence.
“Eris, please try not to scare Cyra with your naturally unpleasant conversation skills,” Lucien said stepping to the other side of Cyra as he gave her an apologetic smile. Rhys had mentioned his job tonight was to keep an eye on Eris and ensure he didn’t get into trouble.
“Fortunately, I’m not easily frightened. At least, not by Autumn boys,” She mocked as they both chuckled. Looking around the room again, Cyra’s gaze found Elain chatting with Vassa as Nesta and Cassian poured new drinks into their already empty glasses.
“She’s lovely, Lucien,” Cyra said, nodding towards Elain. Lucien blushed slightly as he considered her from afar and then turn to Cyra.
“She is, isn’t she?” He smirked. Elain’s eyes looked up to meet Lucien’s and she smiled at him, waving coyly. Cyra grinned, elbowing him.
“I think now would be a good time to go see her,” Cyra nudged.
“My brother caught the most attractive female in the room, no doubt. No offense, Cyra,” He said wickedly and Cyra rolled her eyes with Lucien.
“Wow, you really are an asshole,” Cyra said, staring at Eris as he turned.
“I like you already, Cyra,” Eris smirked. Lucien cleared his throat.
“Eris, stand down…she’s Azriel’s mate and I don’t think he’ll appreciate you making a move on her. Cyra, I’m just glad you’re going to help Azriel wind down a bit. I think it will be good for him,” Lucien said kindly as his eyes scanned across the room. Cyra followed his gaze and found Azriel on the opposite side of the room, chatting with a female.
Not just any female. Gwyn. And he looked devastating. He was dressed in black pants, a black button up, and a black blazer with a few of his Illyrian tattoos peaking out of his shirt and his glowing blue siphons adorned on his hands. His wings were pulled in tight and minimal shadows surrounded him. And he was smiling. Laughing as he talked to her. Pure joy radiated from him. She looked beautiful too; her pale green silk gown accented her red hair and luminescent, freckled skin.
And with that sight, the jealousy boiled up uncontrollably through Cyra. Rage and fury collided as the world melted away and she watched another female make her mate laugh. Her hands clenched to fists.
Mine. MINE. It’s not her fault…but he’s MINE, she thought, her eyes glaring at the two of them as Azriel seemed to sense something and looked in her direction. Shadows swirled around his ears wildly as his face turned to concern. Cyra felt her power collecting in her hands for the first time since she’d killed the group of kelpie.
Not good, Cyra. Lock it down. Others will find out what you are if you use the power, she chastised but at that same moment, Gwen put her hand on Azriel’s shoulder and a spark was smothered in her clenched fist.
Lucien seemed to notice her sudden change in demeanor and shifted uncomfortably as he considered what to do. Eris followed her eyes and smirked deviously as he turned to her.
“Care for a dance, my lady?” Eris asked, holding out a hand to Cyra as Lucien looked on. Cyra wondered if he was debating intervening himself.
“That’s unnecessary since as High Lord, I get to request the first dance,” Rhys mused as he stepped in, pulling Cyra’s hand towards the dance floor. He lifted her hands into their waltz stance as the music started, guiding her to dance to the classical music played by a small orchestra.
“Dancing with Eris would have really fired you two up more than you already are. I can’t risk both you and Azriel losing your shit since you are the only ones that can control each other,” Rhys said with amusement.
“Sorry to disturb your party,” She glared, staring at nothing as they circled the room.
“Cyra, breathe. I could feel your ancient magic from across the room. We can’t risk anyone finding out what you are,” He murmured, looking around the room smiling at the guests as he spun her around to the music.
“What is she doing here?” Cyra asked, her eyes focusing on Gwyn.
“She’s our friend and she’s been through a lot. She’s still working for the Night Court as a remote researcher. She’s trying to find happiness and she’s not here to steal your mate. They’ve been mostly talking about you this whole time. She…she wants to talk to you, to make you feel more at ease,” He reinforced, eyes scanning the room.
“That doesn’t seem like a good idea,” Cyra grumbled.
“You are strong. You’re stronger than the mating bond. I know how…hard it is. But I also know you can use your rational side to handle this. The sooner you two accept the bond, the better for you both. The jealousy, the doubt, it fades away,” He said softly.
“Why does he want to be with me?” She whispered.
“Cyra…you’re his mate. He loves you. I’ve never seen him so…happy before, and I’ve known him 500 years,” She nodded, sighing as they twirled around several more times before Rhys was tapped on the shoulder.
“May I dance with my mate?” Azriel said with a small smile, eyes locked on Cyra.
“Of course…Feyre is mentally yelling at me anyway,” He grinned, kissing Cyra’s cheek before Azriel cut in.
“I thought you didn’t dance?” Cyra asked, standing in front of him.
“You’re the only one I’ll make an exception for. I did promise to serve you in every way,” He smirked, pulling her hands to his. As their hands connected, large transfers of power generated from her fury surged to Azriel. The light that had been charging in her palms needed to be discharged and he stopped for a moment to brace himself. She cringed as he shuddered. As the transfer equilibrated, his eyes shot up to hers.
“Cyra…did I cause that? By talking to Gwyn? Mother above…” He said before she interrupted.
“Do you still love her?” Cyra asked, tears threatening to spill.
“What? No. No, Cyra. I love you. I’ve told you, there is no one else for me OR for you. This is it, Cyra,” He said, pulling her closer as the power transfer faded. Relief flooded her irrational thoughts as reality set in and she recoiled from the reaction she’d had.
“I’m…I’m sorry. Did that hurt?” She cringed.
“No…no, it never hurts. It just sends a pulse of…something, through me. Sometimes, like during sex, it’s pleasurable. But other times its just tingly and jarring. I think it depends on our moods,” He said, pulling her closer as they danced.
“We are quite the pair with this…thing between us,” She said, looking up at him with a half smile. He smiled back.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way…it’s an honor to be your discharge bin,” He laughed, twirling her around.
“You’re a good dancer, Az. I have to say I’m a little surprised,” She said.
“Where did you think I got my moves in the bedroom?” He smirked, scanning the room as they continued dancing. After a short pause, Cyra asked the question she’d been wanting to ask.
“What did Gwyn say that made you smile?” Cyra asked still cringing at her own jealousy. Azriel studied her face with concern before responding.
“She said she was glad I found my mate so she could return to Velaris and the House of Wind’s library with her mate. A female she met while in other Courts, researching,” He smiled.
“I…wow, that’s great. Also, I’m an idiot,” She chastised, groaning as she buried her face in his shoulder.
“You’re not. You’re just feeling the pull of the mating bond. I wanted to strangle Eris when I saw him eyeing you up,” Azriel gritted. “You look…beautiful tonight. Sinful. The things I want to do to you…there’s no way you can wear underwear with this dress right?” He said, arching an eyebrow as his hand ran down to the edge of rear over her navy gown.
“You’ll just have to find out later,” She smirked back. “As for Eris, he basically told me I was the least attractive female here so there’s not much you need to worry about,” She smirked as she saw anger bubble on his face.
“I really should end that prick,” Azriel said, staring at Eris as he gave them a grin.
“I don’t think Rhys would appreciate that, Az,” Cyra said, bringing his face back to hers.
“Can we…get out of here?” Azriel murmured into her neck.
“I…I still haven’t spoken to Helion,” Cyra said breathlessly.
“He’s staying here a few days. Talk to him tomorrow,” He urged, his hand running up and down her back. She felt arousal pulse in her stomach as the mating bond whirled.
“Which house will be empty tonight?” She asked, pulling back to look in his eyes as a wicked smile spread across his face.
Notes:
Solstice is coming!
Chapter 18
Notes:
Is it hot in here or is it just me? *sweating from this chapter*
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Azriel pressed Cyra’s body against the hallway entrance of the townhouse, their kisses furious in the dark corridor. Due to the fortunate loophole Rhys had yet to fix, she’d light-traveled them in since the townhouse was warded against winnowing.
“You do know I have a key, right?” He teased as his hands pushed her hips into the wall.
“Az…are you sure, they won’t mind that we’re here?” She asked between kisses as his lips moved down her jaw.
“I don’t give a fuck if they mind. I’ve put up with far worse over the last 500 years from both Rhys and Cassian. And they don’t live here any longer - this is just a spare house for guests and my bedroom,” He said, moving down her neck to suck spots until they were tender.
“Azriel! I mind…I’m still new to the inner circle,” She said, groaning as he bit her neck softly. Azriel pulled back for a moment, staring her dead in the eyes.
“First, you are my mate. If Rhys wants me to keep working for him, he knows not to treat you disrespectfully. Second, you are family to him and you’re not new to him. He wants you to be happy. And third, you’re a seraphine and any Court would grovel to have you as part of their inner circle. So please, Cyra, see your worth,” He said before his hand trailed up the side of her waist, edging on the underside of her breast. She let out a choked moan.
“I…I just don’t want to take for granted that I’m using their houses for my own…our rendezvouses,” She said slightly embarrassed.
“Cyra, I caught Nesta giving Cass a blowjob on the House of Wind’s dining table. Where I ate. I caught Rhys and Feyre going at it in Birchin at the cabin. I’m nearly convinced they wanted me to catch them and join them. And years ago, I caught Cass and Rhys -“ He said before she cut him off.
“OK, ok, I really don’t need to know what you caught those two doing. Would you ever…did you ever join them. Or their partners?” She said, eyes wide as she considered the idea. A mischievous smirk spread on his face.
“Sometimes. Not often but if the situation felt right,” He said, his hand snaking down to wind down her stomach to touch her core from above her dress. She moaned in response. “We’ve been around a long time, Cyra,” He smiled against her skin as a shiver ran down her spine.
“Az…that’s what I’m afraid of. And what I was asking about this morning. How do you know you won’t get bored of me?” She asked, cringing as he stopped his movement against her.
“Is that really what you think of me?” He asked, a hint of sadness radiating from him.
“I…I don’t know. I just want to make sure you’ll be happy with some female the rest of your life if we’re really considering this,” She said, motioning between them.
“You’re not just some female. You’re my mate. We’re going to fight, argue, make up, fight again, it’s bound to happen. We’re going to talk through it. Work through it together. But our bond, our love, is…different. You know that, deep down. I’ll never get enough of this. I’ll tell you as many times as it takes for you to understand,” He said, grabbing her hand palm-to-palm as energy pulsed through them both.
She trembled as it sent a wave of pleasure down her body to her chest. She nodded at him, understanding as he pulled her into a gentle kiss before she pulled back.
“Well, if we’re going to keep things interesting in the bedroom, I think at some point we’re going to need our own place for…experimenting. Have you ever had your own place?” She asked, breathlessly.
“I’ve…I’ve never had a need for one. Until right now,” He said softly, his eyes meeting her glowing lilac ones. She blushed as she considered how special this moment was.
“Would you want to think about something like that?” She said nervously.
“Live with you? Fuck, yes. And you know at some point, we need to talk about completing the mating ceremony,” He said his eyes searching hers for a reaction.
“You’re right. It may help with my…jealousy,” She said, pushing the words out.
“Not just yours. Mine too. If Eris had gotten any closer to you, I would have sent his head back to the Autumn Court,” Azriel growled, pushing her harder against the wall as he pulled her lips for a desperate kiss.
Enough talking, she thought, as she moved to reverse them. Pushing him hard against the wall, he groaned as his wings were temporarily restricted, causing him to grimace in pain from his natural instinct.
“Sorry, I forgot-“ She winced as he cut her off.
“Don’t stop,” He ordered as she grinned and pushed him harder against the wall, her hand snaking down the front of his black trousers to grip him. Her full hand circled around him from outside of pants and he thrust into her needfully. He groaned as she dipped to her knees, unbuttoning his pants to pull his erection out.
Her mouth salivated as she took him in her hand and stroked the full, thick length of him. The angry, purple head leaked with arousal as her mouth moved towards him, but she stopped. His hand laced in her hair, disrupting the pinned back sections as he urged her to move forward but she resisted.
“What do you want, Azriel? Tell me what to do,” She demanded, her hand wrapped firmly around him as she felt him pulse.
“Let me fuck your mouth, Cyra,” he said. She smirked, stroking him a few times.
“You’re going to have to be more specific, spymaster,” She mused.
“Circle your tongue around the head,” He said breathlessly. Cyra smiled as she leaned forward to lick the salty edge of his cock. His head went back in pleasure as he kept his hand weaved in her hair to keep her in place. She did it a few times before pulling back and looking up at him.
“Now what?” She asked.
“Take as much as you can into your mouth and suck,” He commanded. Her eyes met his as she leaned over to wrap her mouth around him, pulling him as deep as she could while her hand remained around the base of his hardness. She worked her mouth up and down with suction as she felt him twitch in her mouth.
His eyes were trained in on her mouth as he continued to guide her head down.
“Fuck, Cyra, you’re doing so well, baby,” He moaned, throwing his head back again. She moved her free hand up his thigh to cup his balls and touch the narrow strip beneath them which made him groan louder.
“You…you know about that spot?” He gritted out before tilting his head back again in pleasure. She pulled her mouth off of him, circling the tip before responding.
“I’m not a complete novice,” She smiled, taking him back in her mouth as her fingers worked the spot again, applying more pressure. He groaned, his thrusts getting more urgent. Before she could try anything else, he pulled her off of him and pushed her against the wall.
“This night is going to end early with your tricks. It’s my turn,” he said, his hands pulling down the straps of her dress.
“Did you enjoy seeing me almost come apart in your mouth?” He asked, turning her to face the wall as he pushed his whole body against her still clothed backside. She felt his cock rub against the back of her dress as he quickly let her go.
“Yes, I like watching you whimper for me,” She said with a devious smile. He smiled too, kissing her cheek before his hands moved to touch down her bare spine to the edge of her backless dress.
“This dress is really something. Should I tear it off you or do you feel attached to it?” He asked.
“Don’t tear it, unless you never want to see me in it again,” She said softly as he considered his options. Deciding to preserve it, his hands moved to the delicate buttons at the base of the backless dress and he worked to unhook them.
“Honestly, why do they make these so difficult?” He grumbled as she giggled. He got the final button undone and the dark navy dress pooled into a pile of silk and lace. He was left staring at her nearly naked body pressed against the wall with her heels still on.
“Fuck. Me. What did I do in life to deserve you?” He said, kneeling down to his knees so he was directly in line with her ass. Cyra shuddered as his hand slid up her leg to the base of her ass cheeks, moving up until he reached the edges of her navy lace thong.
“I guess I was wrong about your underwear…I will be keeping these for myself, though,” he said sliding the thong down her legs as she blushed, watching him over her shoulder. He shoved the fabric in the pocket of his loosened pants. Now completely naked, she moved to turn around but he stopped her.
“Did I say you could turn? Bend over,” He demanded.
“But Az, we’re still in the hallway…” She trailed off as she stood up slightly straighter.
“Bend. Over,” He said more forcefully. She looked forward to the wall and leaned her upper body against it as her rear jutted out towards him. Before she could react, she felt Azriel’s fingers teasing her wetness as they ran up and down from behind. She moaned as he spread the wetness to her clit, circling it.
“Open your legs wider,” he commanded.
“Az…” She said obliging, anticipating more of his touch but he pulled away. Before she could question him, she felt his tongue tease her clit from behind. Shock ran through her as she realized what he was doing. No male had ever been so focused on her pleasure before. Her whole body shook as he rolled his tongue exactly in the place that set her off. Slowly, he entered her with one finger, simultaneously working her.
The overwhelming sensations brought life and energy to Cyra. Light power started pooling in her hands as she felt the warmth press against the wall and she gasped, pulling her hands away before it did permanent damage the wallpaper. Azriel noticed the interruption and chuckled as he turned her around.
“Touch my hands, baby,” He directed softly, standing before her with palms extended out to her. Her heart fluttered as she took in the tenderness of the moment; a brief interlude from their role playing so her excess energy could transfer to him as their fingers interlaced. He shuddered with pleasure, feeling the gain of her light.
“Thank you, it’s getting…strong again,” She whispered.
“Because you’re getting stronger. It’s a good sign. You’re nearly recovered. Hopefully with me around, you won’t need to light blast as much. My beautiful seraphine,” he mused as he pulled her hand down the hall to his designated room where he stayed in the townhouse. Surveying the room, she felt an odd sense of familiarity before she remembered that she’d been in this room with him when he’d come to her in a late night fantasy.
She blushed remember his naked body staring at her during that encounter and turned back to Azriel who was eyeing her like a predator.
“You’re far too dressed,” She murmured, still several feet away from him as she surveyed his black shirt and unbuttoned black pants.
“Then undress me,” He demanded, moving slowly towards her. Her breath caught as she moved to unbutton his shirt, revealing the intricate Illyrian tattoos. Her fingers skimmed over his shoulders and arms as she removed the shirt, eliciting a slightly shiver from Azriel.
I’d like to lick them, one by one. Goodness, Cyra. The things this man makes you think, she thought, shaking her head. Moving down, she pulled his pants and undershorts down in one swift move and he stepped out of them.
“Good girl. Now get on the bed. We’re going to start your introduction to dark forms of pleasure, Cyra. If at any point you want to stop, please just tell me. No safe word needed, you can just stop me. This is meant to be fun. And remember, we don’t need to do any of this. I’m doing it because you want to, correct?” He asked and she nodded.
“Take your wings out and get comfortable on the bed,” He directed next, and she blushed as her white, feathered wings flexed behind her. She hadn’t been working them or flying nearly enough. She made a mental note to remedy that soon.
“Good. I’m going to let the shadows do their work now,” He smirked as she waited with anticipation. Watching his hands, shadows leaked out, wrapping around her wrists and ankles in tight restraints.
“How do they feel?” He asked.
“Good. Fine. Tight,” She noted as she tried to move but had very little room.
Another shadow leaked out of his hand and wrapped around her neck like a collar fastened to a long lead that Azriel held in his hand.
“Is this neck collar ok?” He asked and she nodded.
“Good…Cyra, there’s a lot we can do but today let’s just ease into what we didn’t get to finish in our mental meeting place,” He said, twisting his hand to add tension to the neck collar and she gasped at the feeling of it.
He smiled, still not touching her as his gaze raked her body. She swallowed, watching his hand trail down his stomach and then lower to grip his hard erection. Cyra’s mouth gaped at the view and she thrashed slightly against the restraints.
“Az, let me touch you,” She begged as his hand started moving up and down his length, working his own body.
“Just watch me,” He said breathlessly, his eyes trained on hers. She trembled as she watched him get more turned on by her gaze. His fingers circled the head of his cock before squeezing the length tighter.
His other hand wrapped once more around the collar, pulling it tighter as his grip on himself quickened. His breathing stuttered as he started thrusting slightly into his own hand. Cyra could tell he was quickly approaching the edge of his orgasm.
“Az…please…” She begged.
“Do I need to gag you too? You are not in control here,” He grinned, his hands still not touching her as she pulled on the restraints. She held back a snarky response as she watched him moan and throw his head back with pleasure. She bit her lip, both intrigued to see him climax while wishing they were going to together.
Suddenly, he removed his hand and gripped her hips, the lead still wrapped around one hand.
“I can’t wait any longer to fuck you. Are you ready?” He asked, his fingers stroking her as they slid through her wetness. She could only moan in response and he smiled at her arousal. Before she could open her eyes, he had flipped her on her stomach, the shadow restraints magically adjusting for her hands.
He pulled her hips up easily as the shadows answered to him, loosening to get her in the position he wanted. He wrapped a hand around the front of her body, teasing her core as he eased himself into her from behind.
“You’re such a good girl, waiting for me to take you,” He murmured as he thrust into her forcefully and she yelped from pleasure. His thrusts quickened, nothing gentle about the encounter and Cyra’s mind went completely blank as he continued touching her with his fingers. He pulled at the collar with his other hand, slightly pulling her up as she felt the tension around her neck.
With each thrust, she felt herself getting closer to the edge, the mating bond swirling faster than it ever had before, begging for completion. The words were bubbling up stronger than ever in her mind - you’re mine. You’re mine. You’re MINE, she thought, forcing a moan instead of saying the words.
Azriel’s hand left her core, trailing up her back to the small space between her wings. She shuddered at the feeling of being touched in a place she so rarely was.
“I love these beautiful wings. I can’t wait to explore them more fully…for hours at a time,” He said, his voice slightly cracking as he continued his thrusting. His hand trailed down her right wing, touching a spot he knew drove himself wild, right along the ridge of her tendon.
“Fuck, Azriel! I’m going to…” She cried as he leaned over her to lick the spot he’d just touched. Her orgasm hit her fiercely, her body convulsing under him as she struggled against her shadow restraints. Watching her come undone made him lose control and his own body spilled into her, shuddering with each thrust. He let the lead go, his hand moving to rub from the base of her back to her spine as they both tried to recover.
He fell on the bed next to her, flicking the shadows away as he wrapped a hand around her stomach while she laid face down on the bed, trying to catch her breath. Her wings trembled from the arousal, still recovering from what they’d just done.
“Was that ok?” He asked, breathing hard as he ran a hand between her shoulder blades but she turned quickly and pushed his hand away.
“Ok? Was that ok? If you touch me again I might just have a second orgasm,” She moaned, folding her wings as she nestled in the nook of his neck. He chuckled as his fingers grazed the edge of one wing again before she pushed herself back.
“Azriel! You’re going to kill me,” she said chuckling with exhaustion. He leaned over to kiss her as she vanished her wings. His face turned serious as he looked down at her.
“Why do you hide them around me?” He asked, staring at her.
“What? I…I don’t. They just get in the way and I’m used to being told to put them away,” She said, looking away as she interlaced their hands and she felt the small energy transfer between them.
“Who told you to put them away?” He asked, not letting her change the subject.
“My parents…my brother. It was always a risk for people to see them or try to…hurt them. I guess it became a habit,” She shrugged.
“You’re my mate. Never hide them from me. I plan to find all the ways to torture you and I’ll need to inspect every inch of them,” He said, winking as she blushed.
“That can…be arranged. Azriel?” She asked, looking up at him.
“Yes?”
“I just…thank you. Thank you for not holding back. I…enjoyed that,” She said blushing again.
“If you liked that, you’ll be happy to know we are only getting started, baby,” He smirked as he pushed her back down on the bed.
***
Cyra awoke in the dark room of the townhouse, now slightly illuminated by the morning sun but no less dark. She felt Azriel’s deep breaths behind her, as her eyes surveyed the decor of the spacious room. It was exceptionally neat which wasn’t entirely surprising. Azriel was meticulous and controlled in many aspects of his life.
The walls were painted a deep navy and the mysterious decor was accented with gold, personifying her mate perfectly. There were few things in the room, aside from a table full of weapons and a desk stacked high with papers and books. Only one painting - a small portrait Feyre must have painted of Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel.
It’s…sweet. And heartbreaking. This man has been through so much. His childhood, the abuse, the loneliness... She thought as she considered what painting she’d want to give him to signify their mating bond. The idea came to her immediately and she made a mental note to ask Feyre for a favor when she saw her next time. It will make a perfect Solstice gift, she thought smiling to herself.
“What’s got you all cheerful this morning? Besides the obvious?” Azriel grinned mischievously as he propped himself up to look at her.
“What is it with every male rubbing in how good they are in bed?” Cyra scoffed as she feigned annoyance.
“Do you need me to rub it in again to prove it to you, Cyra?” He said, his hand snaking down her stomach as her heart did a flip.
“Az…I…” She trailed off as his hand reached her core and then…stopped.
“Too bad. Rhys needs me and is saying I’ll be gone most of the day. Something in the Illyrian camps. Will you be ok here?” He said, lightly kissing her forehead as he stood out of bed, stark naked and aroused.
“Cauldron BOIL me. How do you just look like that?” She said, not caring that her comment would go straight to his ego. He laughed, pulling on his undershorts and spare Illyrian leathers as he adjusted the siphons on his wrists.
“Do you ever take…those off?” She questioned, staring at the glowing blue siphons.
“I can but it would be ill advised. Especially if I need to protect you in the middle of the night,” He teased, running his fingers through his hair. She rolled her eyes.
“You might need protection from me if you keep sleeping naked,” She mused and he leaned down to kiss her.
“Mmm…do you have to go?” She whined, wrapping her arms around his neck as he started to pull away.
“Unfortunately, yes. Rhys said Feyre and Elain are doing some errands around the house if you need a buddy. Or Cassian and Nesta can train with you in the ring. When was the last time you did light blasting?” He asked, attaching some of the intricate weapons to his leathers.
“Not for a few days, dad,” She mocked. He smirked at her and then leaned in close.
“Give me those hands,” He whispered, his hands running down her arms. Chills went down Cyra’s back at the tender touch.
“Az I don’t need to-”
“Come on. Let me balance you one more time before I leave,” He said, urging her to take his.
“We don’t even know if you need to do it this often. You’re doing it like 10 times a day. What if it hurts you?” She asked, hesitation evident on her face.
“If it hurts me, I’ll tell you. But it doesn’t. It recharges me and it helps you. And it…connects us,” He said kindly. She blushed as she nodded, taking his hands.
The power transfer was instant, sending small amounts from Cyra to his hands as he closed his eyes and felt its flow path. When it was complete, he opened his eyes and kissed her forehead.
“Now you’re all set for the day. Let Rhys know if you need me, baby,” He said softly.
“I will. Now go and don’t worry,” She smiled.
***
“Eris is here, and he won’t leave,” Feyre groaned in a whispered voice as she dragged Cyra by the arm into the kitchen. She moved to prepare a tray of cookies and biscuits as Nuala and Cerridwen worked on the tea.
“What? He’s still here? At your house?” Cyra said, looking behind her back at the doorway.
“Yes. Rhys had to go with Azriel to help manage some Illyrian faction and Eris just showed up at the door. Rhys and I have been in contact through our bond but what am I supposed to do? Throw him out? And of course, Lucien and Elain went out on a date so I feel horrible interrupting. Lucien already said he’d be back as soon as they finished eating,” Feyre said, her eyebrows furrowing.
“Ok, what do you need me to do?” Cyra asked.
“Maybe just show him around the garden until tea is ready? Just a few minutes. I’ve been with him for 2 hours and he just will not get the hint that we have nothing to talk about,” She said, rolling her eyes.
“Of course. Where is he?”
“Probably still in the sitting room if he hasn’t started snooping around the bedrooms,” Feyre said sarcastically.
“Got it. Let me know when the tea is ready,” Cyra said, tapping her head and Feyre nodded.
Walking out, Cyra surveyed the sitting room, dining room, foyer, and library before she found Eris in the study. Thankfully, the door to Rhys’s office was heavily warded and locked.
“Find anything good yet?” Cyra asked as Eris smirked and whipped his head around.
“Nothing but boring maps and Night Court history books. Where do you all keep the secrets?” He asked with emphasis.
“Oh, you wanted the secrets? Why didn’t you say so? We have a room specially made to collect them all. It’s in the dungeon basement. Should I take you there?” She smirked and he grinned wickedly.
“Hm…I’ll pass for a turn around the garden instead. Will you join me?” He said, holding out his hand. She considered it before she walked passed him, leading him to the garden and he looked on amused before following her.
“You left the party early yesterday…I take it your mate was unhappy with the company?” Eris asked as they started to weave through the neat paths of the garden.
“Something like that,” Cyra responded, not meeting his eyes.
“What do you two even have to talk about? It doesn’t seem like the shadowsinger has many thoughts beyond how to spy on people or how to sulk in public,” He said, leaning down to cut a peony off a bush with his pocket knife and twirling it around.
“Ok well first, Elain is going to be very mad at you for defiling her peony bush, and second, we talk about a lot of things, all of which would probably be too advanced for your pea brain,” She said, lifting the corner of her mouth as she glanced at him. He chuckled under his breath as they kept walking.
“I’m sure my brother can put in a good word for me with Elain. Wouldn’t want to upset my future sister-in-law. The Archerons are not a family I want to mess with, especially with whatever…Nesta is,” He said, his face unreadable.
Cyra opened her mind to feel his emotions and they felt more guarded this time. Strange, she thought. She did get small slivers when she opened her mind more. Conflict. Intention. Annoyance.
She frowned, considering the odd mixture. Does he have an issue with Elain or Nesta? I’ll have to ask Rhys about this, she thought, shrugging off the feelings. Eris pulled the peony to his nose and took a deep breath of the fragrant flower, now perfuming the whole path they were on.
“Smell this. We don’t have flowers like this back home…not sure what magic Rhys uses to keep flowers growing in December,” He mused, holding the flower up to her. She took a brief whiff of the flower and nodded. It did smell wonderful. The strong scent coupled with the beautiful, vibrant, deep purple color made these peonies rare and coveted.
“When are you heading home?” Cyra asked as she noticed a small throb start in her head. The beginnings of a headache.
“Anxious to get rid of me?" He asked, tilting his head to her.
"Your snooping is making everyone nervous, so yes, you should leave," She said sarcastically as she rubbed her temple and he chuckled.
"Probably soon. I wanted to say goodbye to everyone before leaving,” He replied, oddly surveying her face.
“You don’t strike me as a ‘goodbye’ type of male,” Cyra said, gripping her forehead as the pain increased. “More like a ‘fuck you’ type of male,” She smirked before the pain throbbed again.
“Are you ok?” Eris asked, stopping their movement as he gripped her arm. She clenched back, holding herself upright with his body supporting her.
“I…I don’t know. I feel…odd…” She said and as she looked up at him, the corners of her eyes started blackening as the world shrank.
“Sleep well, sweet seraphine,” Eris whispered deviously.
Notes:
I just love the sweet moments they have with the energy transfer. I hope it's not annoying ya'll - but I love seeing how much he cares about her..
Can't wait for him to lose his sh*t when he finds out Eris took her...
Chapter 19
Notes:
Damn it, Eris!!
Chapter Text
“Shit. Shit.” Rhysand said, stepping away from Azriel and Cassian as they talked to one of the Illyrian camp leaders. Azriel’s gaze followed Rhys as he walked away, his brow furrowing as his eyes met Cassian’s.
“What’s going on, Rhys?” Cassian said, stepping away from the camp leaders as Azriel followed.
“SHIT.” Rhys said again, staring into nothing as his jaw clenched and his eyes furiously scanned the ground in front of him.
“Rhys, what is it?” Azriel asked this time. Rhys turned around, his face a mask of anger.
“Feyre just told me Cyra is missing. And she was in the garden with Eris while Feyre…” He said before he was interrupted.
“What? Cyra is missing? How does a 5’ 9” glowing blonde seraphine go missing?” Azriel said, clenching his fists as his wings flared in fury. Illyrians around them started pacing back or outright flying away.
“I.don’t.know. Eris is behind this,” Rhys gritted out angrily before turning to the Illyrian camp leaders.
“We’re leaving. We have a real emergency. Get your SHIT together and stop letting the trainers haze the trainees, or you all are going to end up misted,” Rhys yelled at the camp leaders before vanishing as Azriel grabbed Cassian’s arm and winnowed them out.
They arrived at the River House, chaos surrounding them as bodies swirled through the space - Feyre, Elain, Nuala, and Cerridwen were searching different rooms of the house. Trying to keep himself under control, Azriel grabbed the arm of the first person he found.
“Elain, tell me what’s going on,” He begged as she looked at him with pain in her eyes.
“We think she…she was kidnapped by Eris,” She cringed, getting the words out. Azriel froze, his world spinning as Cassian gripped his arm, saying his name. Rhys stood in the center of the foyer getting a debrief from Feyre.
“Az. Man come on, snap out of it,” Cassian yelled as a feral look spread on Azriel’s face before he winnowed to Feyre.
“How could you let this happen, Feyre. I just got her back,” He seethed, Rhys pushing him physically away from Feyre as she flinched.
“Don’t speak to your High Lady like that. Eris is at fault,” Rhys growled, fury and darkness hovering around them both. Azriel pushed up against Rhys, snarling back as his wings flared in response.
“Stop, both of you, please. This doesn’t help the situation,” Elain begged, pushing them apart.
“I didn’t mean for…they were in the garden for 2 minutes, Azriel. None of us could have known this was his plan,” She said, her voice trailing off in pain.
“It’s not your fault, Feyre. Tell us exactly what happened,” Cassian said softly, holding his brothers back by the shoulders.
“I asked her to entertain him while I made the tea tray. He’d been at the house all morning and said he was waiting for you to return,” Feyre said, motioning to Rhys. “He’d been…hovering over me the whole time. They went out to the garden and I saw them talking. There was no struggle or yelling. I looked down for a moment and when I looked back, they were both gone,” Feyre cringed, her face going into her hands as Elain comforted.
“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill him and his entire family,” Azriel seethed, walking in circles, his rage unconfined as shadows leaked into the room, swirling around him.
“Allow me to assist you with that effort,” Lucien said, a look of disgust on his face as he joined them.
Azriel’s anger peaked as he saw the red headed Autumn Court heir. He moved to attack Lucien as Rhys held him back. “Azriel, get a hold of yourself. Lucien is not the enemy. Eris isn’t idiotic enough to cross us if he wants our help with Beron. Something else is at play here. What use would Beron have for a seraphine?” Feyre wondered out loud.
“Eris doesn’t need a reason. He’s a dick who needs to be finished,” Azriel responded as he tried to pull his arms from Rhys.
“He does have a point there…” Lucien agreed, his eyes meeting Azriel’s in agreement.
“Azriel, we will find her. She’s alive. You can feel her through the bond, right?” Feyre asked, reaching out for Azriel’s hand and he sighed. He stopped struggling against Rhys and Rhys released his arms.
“Yes…yes I can still feel her but she’s far away. Or…muted in a way. They’ve done something to her. It’s not painful but…there’s a damper on her magic. Why didn’t we complete the damn mating ceremony,” Azriel said angrily, running his hand through his hair.
“Lucien, what do you know?” Rhys asked, noticing a peony in his hand.
“I searched the gardens and found this. I think he drugged her with shadowbone dust. I…I found some on this peony lying on the ground near the far edge of the garden,” He said, holding it up to them.
“What the fuck is shadowbone?” Azriel seethed, still pacing the room.
“It’s nothing to you and I. It’s a rare material made from ancient bones ground into a powder. Similar to how your shadows have an adsorptive effect on her magic, I suspect that shadowbone has some impact on Cyra’s magic since she’s not really…like us. Perhaps it can incapacitate her. Is Helion still here? He would know,” He trailed off, inspecting the petals of the flower.
“Helion left this morning,” Feyre said, her voice void of emotion as she stared at the peony and Rhys put an arm around her.
“I’ll try to reach him through his mind. In the meantime, we need to figure out why they wanted Cyra or who put Eris up to this,” Rhys said, shaking his head.
“How could he even leave with her? He can’t winnow from the River House,” Cassian asked, looking at Rhys as a grimace appeared on his face.
“It appears he found a loophole in our wards…I’ll have to extend the wards to the edges of the garden,” Rhys sighed before he put his hand on Azriel’s shoulder, his face in a catatonic state.
“I promise we’ll get her back, brother. She’s our family now and you both deserve some peace in your lives,” Rhys said as Azriel looked at him from his vacant stare.
“The longer she is away from me, the more her energy will build up with no release. She’s still not fully recovered from the four kelpie she killed. I’ve been balancing her several times a day,” He said, pacing again as his fists clenched.
“Az, she went years without your help. She will be ok until we find her,” Cassian said, watching his frantic movement.
“SHE’S MY MATE. What would all of you do if your mate were captured? You’d scour the ends of Prythian for them. I will not rest until she’s back,” Azriel said, turning and walking out the front door. Before anyone could stop him, he winnowed away.
***
Flickering light. The sound of water dripping. Pain. Pain everywhere. Drip Drip Drip.
Cyra groaned as her surroundings started to form. Her consciousness was gradually returning as the incessant pounding in her head woke her up from the deep sleep she had been in. Her whole body ached as she felt her heavy wings lying on the ground beside her.
Wings. My wings. Why are they out? Breathe, Cyra. Where is that redheaded motherfuc-, She thought before Eris’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Took you long enough to wake up. I was beginning to think the shadowbone worked a little too well,” Eris said, stepping into the flickering light of a small fire illuminating her surroundings. Squinting her eyes, Cyra looked at the environment and gasped.
She was lying on the a hard floor of what appeared to be a holding cell in a cave. A cot and a bucket were the only items in the cell. The ground was bare dirt, and she’d been lying in it for some time based on her current state of muscle pain. Groaning again, she tried to sit up and clenched her head as she tried to stabilize the vertigo from being upright. Focusing her eyes, she noticed she was surrounded by black bars that framed a cage.
Not bars…bones connected with nails, she cringed, smelling the ancient magic that radiated off of them. It repelled her as she inched closer to the bars to see Eris’s face, the smell of chemical burn emitting from the ancient bones. The feeling alone made her back away against the only non-bone wall; the hard stone wall of the cave.
“What am I doing here? What do you want?” She asked with disdain lacing her tone as the smell of shadowbone burned her nostrils.
“You really should be thanking me for getting you out of the Night Court. I can’t imagine those giant bats will do you any favors in the long run,” Eris mused, picking at his nails.
“Eris…” Cyra gritted at him. She felt her magic try to materialize as the rage built up in her stomach but the energy was quickly extinguished into smoke. She stared at her hands in disbelief, the magic completely gone from her palms. Trying to access it again, she attempted to hide her wings but they wouldn’t vanish.
“Oh right. That. Well you see, you’re in a shadowbone cell and you’ve inhaled quite a bit of concentrated shadowbone. So essentially all your magic has been inactivated. Your wings really are quite something…I can see why you’d hope to keep them clean. Pity…I do appreciate seeing a seraphine in the flesh though,” He said, staring at the dirt stuck to her usually pristine white feathers.
“Eris, what the fuck did you do? You do realize Azriel is going to kill you. Not to mention Rhys, who will undoubtedly revoke your mutual peace agreement…and maybe also try to kill you. If I don’t first,” Cyra seethed as she watched Eris’s emotions turn menacing.
“I saved you,” He said in a hushed tone. “When Beron found out from one of his Day Court spies that Helion was housing a seraphine from the Night Court, he sent me on a wild goose chase to find you. You’re lucky it was me who found you and not him or one of his cronies,” He said, face pulled tight with tension.
“I wasn’t housed there. I was working there. And how would any of his spies know what I am or who I am?” She asked, her tone suddenly thick was surprise.
“Because, you fool, you gave a light show one night in his training ring, in case you’ve forgotten. Few creatures emit yellow and blue light that strong. You think we don’t have spies in other courts or that word wouldn’t travel back to us? I’m sure all the courts know about you by now,” Eris hissed.
Cyra cringed, remember the night she’d lost control when she thought Azriel was too close to Elain. Eris moved to place a glass of water in her cell.
“Drink this. It will help flush out the shadowbone powder,” He said, but she didn’t move from her position. “Fine, starve or dehydrate for all I care. I’m not the one that wants you here.”
“What does Beron want from me, Eris? I doubt he hopes to start a war with the mate of a Night Court inner circle member?” Cyra asked, approaching him near the shadowbone cage despite her urge to recoil.
“From what I heard at the party, you two haven’t completed the mating ceremony yet,” Eris said with a smirk. “So technically, you’re just a wandering guest of the Night Court. Far less of an issue for Autumn,” He said, the amused look growing on his face as Cyra scowled.
“What. Does. He. Want?” Cyra gritted between her teeth as her wings flared.
“Oh relax. He wants you to kill some kelpie that have entered our waters through whatever magical ward that was destroyed during the war with Hybern. They’re causing issues in our Court - targeting children and what not. Rumor has it your kind are good at that?” Eris waved his hand apathetically.
“How many kelpie?” Cyra hissed out.
“Seven. Maybe eight. We aren’t really sure,” Eris shrugged.
“Why didn’t he just ask Rhys for me to help? Why not treat me nicely and bargain with the Night Court for my…abilities?” She asked.
“Would you have said yes? Would Rhys or Azriel have allowed it? Your mate was hovering over you like a dog in heat most of the night. I doubt he would let you leave his sight, much less kill more kelpie,” He scoffed.
“So you kidnapped me and plan to force me to kill some kelpie? Wonderful. Sounds completely reasonable,” Cyra mocked.
“Exactly, glad we see eye-to-eye. The mission will be complete before your mate makes a grand entrance to save you and all will be well,” He said with a sarcastic smile.
“So you just plan to let me leave after holding me prisoner in a shadowbone cell for an unknown amount of time? And you think there will be no retribution?” She asked.
“Not when you tell your overgrown bats that I saved you from the wrath of Beron. Still waiting for a thank you,” Eris said with a bored tone, kicking some rocks on the cave floor. “Beron doesn’t know where you are and I plan to keep it that way. I’ll just tell him you magically escaped after you kill the kelpie,” He said, waving a hand in the air.
“You’ve left out one very important factor. I can’t kill the kelpie without Azriel. I died last time I tried. I need him to…” She trailed off, considering if should share any more info.
“You need him to what, exactly?” Eris said, intrigued by her statement as he turned to her and leaned in.
“I just…I can’t kill them without him,” She said, averting her eyes.
“Well, sounds like you’re going to need to figure out how if you want to get out of here,” Eris gritted, rolling his eyes.
“Did you not hear what I just said? I can’t-“ Cyra said exasperated.
“If you ever want to see your mate again, you’re going to have to try. We’re going tomorrow to the lake. That should give you enough time to work the shadowbone out of your system so your power will be restored when you leave the shadowbone cell. I’ll bring you some food…what do you eat, nuts and seeds?” He mocked, looking at her wings.
“I’m going to kill you. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it,” Cyra seethed, the sparks from her hands smoking as they fizzled out.
“Promises, promises. And look at your hands, your anger is already helping to work out the shadowbone. Happy to be of service,” Eris smiled deviously before turning to leave the cave.
“I’ll be back later. Don’t do anything stupid,” He said, walking out before winnowing away. Cyra rolled her eyes as he left and she slumped against the cave wall. She pulled back her matted waves with a leather band wrapped around her wrist and rubbed her face in her hands.
THINK, Cyra. How can you get out of this? She urged herself. Her first instinct was to try the mating bond tug which would hopefully be stronger now they were both aware of the bond. She slowed her breathing and focused on the gentle whirling sensation in her chest before she mentally grasped their connection and pulled it hard.
While she felt her side do the work, she didn’t feel the tug make it all the way to Azriel. The shadowbone was blocking her magic in every way, even the mating bond. Cyra screamed with frustration as she paced the cage, the smallness of the space closing in on her. Defeated, Cyra felt tears prick her eyes.
Tired. I’m so fucking tired of being on the run. I want to be safe, with my mate. I deserve that. I finally know that I do but now I’m stuck doing the bidding of another Court because of my own foolish actions. And now I’m having a pity party, she scoffed to herself, laughing sadly as she wiped tears from her eyes.
She moved to the cup of water Eris had left for her and chugged it down, hoping it would wash away some of the shadowbone so she could reach Azriel. She had less than 24 hours to contact him which may not be enough time for him to track her down only by the mating bond.
Sighing, she laid flat on the cot as she resolved to spend the rest of the evening trying to tug the mating bond.
***
Getting to Autumn Court wasn’t the issue for Azriel; he winnowed into a forest near the main City with no issues. Finding Cyra would be the tough part, given that he assumed her magic was being restricted since their mating bond felt so faint. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair as he tracked through the forest, hoping to stay on the outskirts of the City until he found a way to secretly enter.
Rhys and Feyre tried to reach him several times to no avail; he had to do this alone. His mate needed him and no diplomatic approach would be reasonable for what they’d done, kidnapping her.
Nightfall was upon him as she scanned the guarded edges of the City’s walls. Debating which entrance to try to ambush, he pulled out truthteller in preparation. Just as he spotted a guard exchanging positions with another, he felt it. His mate.
She was tugging on the bond. It felt like she was tugging hard, but the actual sensation was muted still. She was trying to tell him where she was and his heart pulsed at the feeling of her getting slightly stronger.
I feel you, baby. I’m going to find you, he thought as he pulled on the bond as hard as he could. Looking at the guards, he saw he was too late and they’d already exchanged positions, making it less likely for him to successfully enter the narrow gate without causing a scene.
When he focused on her tug, he realized he was already going in the wrong direction. She wasn’t near the City at all. She felt like she was much deeper in the woods on the other side of the Court. Regrouping, Azriel sheathed truthteller and turned around, following the direction of her tug.
I’m coming, Cyra. My mate. And then these trials are over, for good, he promised, wishing she could hear him.
***
Beron’s Court didn’t respond to Rhys’s request to visit the Autumn Court for nearly a day after it was sent.
“Where is she, Eris?” Rhys seethed as he entered the Forest House’s throne room, flanked by Cassian and Feyre.
“Where is who, High Lord?” Eris smirked, giving a sarcastic nod to Cassian who clenched his fists.
“You know who. You’re holding the Night Court’s seraphine hostage somewhere after taking her from my home, we invited you into,” Rhys said curtly. Beron sat upon the dais, boredom laced on his face as Eris raised an eyebrow at Rhys’s aggressive entrance.
“Why are you talking to my son and not me?” Beron asked, eyes flickering up and down at Feyre as he gritted down. “And when does your mate plan to give me back my power? She also stole something from me that I’d like back,” He spit with a look of disdain at Feyre. Cassian growled in response, starting to move forward as Feyre pushed on his chest to stop him.
“Your Court kidnapped a member of our inner circle. I want her returned, unharmed,” Feyre glared at Beron, resisting the urge to spit back at the Autumn High Lord as he laughed at her request.
“You have no proof of your claims. Anyone could have taken your precious seraphine. They are quite treasured by all of the High Lords. Perhaps she is relieved to be free of her confines of the Night Court and made her way to your previous High Lord of interest in the Spring Court. He is so easily fooled by a pretty face and warm cunt,” Beron said with a sly smirk. Feyre hissed in response as she moved to approach Beron but Rhys pulled her hand back.
“So you officially deny that your Court has a seraphine who is the mate of one of my inner circle members?” Rhys pressed, black power radiating from him as Feyre squeezed his hand.
“She hasn’t mated him yet. Therefore, she is not a member of your Court,” Eris argued as Rhys’s gaze flickered to him, exchanging a silent conversation.
“So knowledgable about someone you claim isn’t here. Tell me, have you all had any kelpie issues lately? Missing women and children? What other need would you have for a seraphine?” Rhys asked with a knowing tone.
“This meeting is over. You all wasted your time visiting the Autumn Court. Please see yourselves out,” Beron said, standing as he left the throne room and Rhys hissed.
“We’re leaving,” Rhys said as he looked at Eris one final time before the three winnowed back to Velaris.
Arriving in Rhys’s office, he sat down as Cassian and Feyre stared at him expectantly.
“She’s safe. Eris has her in a cave in the forest. Beron plans to force her to kill several kelpie in one of the northern lakes that’s had mass casualties,” Rhys trailed off.
“Rhys, she’s going to die if she is forced to do that! She couldn’t hand four kelpie at one time,” Feyre said anxiously.
“That’s why we need to get to her first. Eris wouldn’t tell me her exact whereabouts. He thinks she can do it and then he can secretly free her, satisfying both his father and our Court. He seems to have forgotten he still kidnapped a family member and Azriel’s mate,” Rhys gritted out.
“Where is Az now?” Cassian asked.
“He still won’t answer Feyre or me,” Rhys said with frustration.
“We’ll find him. If he has any sense for her location, he’ll be on his way to finding her. We have to try. Maybe I can help since I have some Autumn power,” Feyre said with encouragement. Rhys nodded, standing up.
“Let’s go.”
Chapter Text
Enough. Cyra had had enough. Sitting in the damp cave surrounded by the repulsive shadowbone cage, her nervous system was in overdrive and her fight or flight response was triggered. The burning chemical smell of the bone coupled with the chill of the air after the fire went out was pushing her to the edge. She couldn’t sleep, eat, or think about anything but getting out of the cage Eris had generously put her in.
Her rage and fury reached a new level as her power tried to pulsate in her hands, struggling to even spark. For her whole life, she’d been told by others and told herself to hide. To not call attention to herself. To control and hinder her power. To disguise what she was and assume she would be hunted. To be invisible.
It was enough. Her rage didn’t funnel into fear anymore. It didn’t beg to be controlled. It would be unleashed. She would try to kill the kelpie because they deserved to die. But then she would unleash her rage on the Autumn Court. They would pay for this. And when her retribution was served, she’d make sure other Courts knew what to expect if they tried to do this to her again.
Behind the rage, self-loathing still occupied the back part of Cyra’s mind. Not that she was ashamed anymore of what she was, but that she’d been naive enough to not study and harness her abilities. That she’d had to learn about her glowing eyes, energy transfer ability, and shadowbone aversion from Helion and Eris. She was disgusted that she’d been raised to be hidden from what she was, rather than taught about what she could be.
The wrath continued to spiral in her stomach as she considered the ways her upbringing had impacted her life and specifically, her mate. That she’d been taught she must find a seraphine partner. That only that male could be her mate. That their combined power would make them stronger and less likely to be attacked. Pleasure was not the ultimate goal; preservation was.
Now she understood the truth of those values that aimed to strengthen their species but not the individual. And she was done. Azriel was her mate, truly designed to balance her, restore her, and strengthen her. She felt foolish. Foolish for questioning the mating bond for years. For thinking it was a mistake. For doubting his ability to return her love.
When I find you, Azriel, this all ends. The doubt, the pity, the self-loathing, the separation, the fear, the hiding…My life…OUR life will begin, she vowed to herself as she hugged her body to find warmth. She tugged at the bond, checking to see if he was still there and she instantly felt his response, stronger now that the shadowbone was wearing off. He was…closer. She could feel it.
Hope bubbled in her chest as she considered he might be able to find her before Eris returned. Light was burning in from the mid-day sun through the cave entrance as autumn leaves were blown from the harsh winds swirling outside.
Before she could tug again, she heard footsteps approaching the cave.
“Your Court really is a pain in my ass,” Eris mused, strolling to the cage with his typical gold and auburn Autumn Court attire. A look of boredom crossed his face as he sighed, placing a canister of water and some bread just inside the shadowbone cage. Cyra willed herself not to react to him as she masked her fury. She needed him to believe she would help him if she wanted to get out of this cage.
“Are they here?” Cyra asked, trying not to sound too desperate.
“They were in Autumn Court. They tried to negotiate your release but Beron dismissed them. I told Rhys my plan and he winnowed back to the Night Court. So it appears they understood my reasonable intentions to use you before returning you to the Night Court,” He smirked, undoubtedly proud that his scheme had worked.
Cyra considered what he was saying. Would Rhys really allow her to be left behind to do the bidding of the Autumn Court as long as they promised her return? It didn’t sound like something he’d support but then again, Rhys had formed an alliance with Eris. She shook off the doubt as she pulled on the mating bond, needing reassurance that at least Azriel was still looking for her.
He pulled again, this time even stronger than before. Yes, yes. Closer. Find me, she thought, smiling internally.
“It’s time to go. Are you going to eat or drink anything? You’ll need your strength to take down those beasts,” Eris cringed. Cyra considered denying the nourishment but then decided she needed to be as strong as possible if she was going to unleash her fury on the kelpie and Eris. Quickly drinking the water and chewing on the bread, she stood up and approached the repulsive shadowbone.
“Stick your hands between the shadowbone here,” He demanded, pointing at a gap between bones. Her body cringed as she tried to put her hands through, pain and burning sensation riddling her flesh. She cried out as she penetrated the shadowbone gap and Eris quickly chained her hands together with shadowbone manacles.
“What are you-“ She asked as he waved his hand and the shadowbone cage parted open, as if he’d cut a door through it.
“You thought I’d let you just walk out into the forest with no way of controlling you? I know you can light-travel. You really should read some of the ancient creature books in Helion’s Court…you all aren’t as mysterious as you think,” He mocked as she rolled her eyes. His hand wrapped around the shadowbone chain cuffed to her manacles and he guided her through the temporary shadowbone door, her body wincing as she felt the magic repelling her.
“This seems like an awful lot of work to stop a few kelpie. I would think the Autumn Court has their own ancient magical beings capable of pursuing any predators that should attack you. I guess you all aren’t that strong?” Cyra taunted, the edge of her lip curving up. He looked sharply at her as he guided her out of the cage and into the woods.
“Do I need to create a shadowbone mask to get you to shut up? I can’t imagine that would be very pleasant,” He mused, yanking the chain harder.
“Where did you find shadowbone anyway? I’ve never even heard of it until now,” She said, watching her step as Eris pulled her deeper into the forest.
“Wouldn’t you like to know? We collected a lot interesting things after the Hybern War. So many ancient creatures perished there, it would have been a shame to waste their magic,” He glinted, winking at her as she scoffed.
“You really are an asshole. What redeeming qualities do you have? Any?” She asked, nearly tripping on a tree root as he pulled the chain.
“Well, I’ve been told I’m excellent in bed but since you’re determined to be mated, I doubt you’ll have the privilege of experiencing those qualities. Unless you want to ditch your spymaster for someone less broody and more scorching?” He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I’d rather sit on a pile of hot coals than sit on your lap,” She seethed and he threw his head back laughing.
“I knew I was right about you. As much as you despise me right now, the anger you feel building is bringing out your true nature, Cyra,” Eris said, pulling her manacles forward.
“Nothing you are doing is a favor to me. And my nature is not to be evil, like you,” She hissed, pulling back angrily on the manacles. He halted in front of her, turning around to address her.
“No, but your nature is to be a creature of power. No one is utilizing your full potential. Perhaps after our journey you’ll see what I mean and consider joining the Autumn Court. The fury that festers in your heart right now fuels your power,” He said and Cyra stopped moving for a moment as she took in his words.
“What?” She asked as he turned around and smirked at her confusion. He pulled her chain, moving her forward.
“Keep moving. We need to reach the lake before sundown if we want to try to lure them out,” Eris said, and Cyra stumbled as she followed him.
Considering his words, she thought back to the moments her power had reached its peak. All moments of rage. Her stomach clenched as the words sunk in. Am I just a monster? An ancient creature to be feared? She thought, self-loathing pitting her stomach.
It was at that exact moment that she felt him. Her mate. He tugged on the bond, as if he knew she needed it. The comfort came rushing back to her as his previous words echoed in her mind:
“We are much more than mates. We are each other’s life line. We can give and take power from each other, not to weaken and conquer but to support and thrive. I am here to serve you.”
She could harvest and control the fury if that what her kind was destined to be. He would be there to help her. To reassure her. To balance her. Resolved, Cyra kept following Eris, knowing that Azriel was with her in spirit.
***
As Azriel stalked through the woods, he could feel that he was close to her, her jasmine scent laced with shadowbone perfuming the path. While shadowbone didn’t smell offensive to him, the thought of it against her skin made him cringe. He winnowed to another section of the woods, hoping to trace her scent as he tugged on their bond to feel her proximity.
She responded immediately. She was so close he could feel emotion tied to the bond. It felt like self-loathing and grief, which made his stomach sink.
No….NO, Cyra. Don’t give up, he thought, trying to reassure her through the bond. Whatever Eris was saying to her was having some impact on her mental health, and he tried to visualize sending her reassurance and comfort through their bond, unsure if it would work.
His shadows wove between the trees as they tried to scent her, relaying information back to him in the direction he should go. Eris’s scent muddied hers, his cinnamon and clove odor wafting between the jasmine. Azriel growled, thinking of all things he’d like to do to the Autumn Court heir.
Before he could react, three bodies winnowed next to him.
“She’s close. I can feel her ancient magic,” Rhys said, placing his hand on Azriel’s shoulder. Azriel nodded at him, Feyre, and Cassian, all clad in their Illyrian leathers. Feyre squeezed his hand as they exchanged a mental apology for their previous interactions.
“What have you tracked?” Cassian asked.
“I think he’s taking her towards Sadie Lake on the edge of the Autumn Court. I already surveyed the lake but haven’t pinpointed exactly where they are,” Azriel said in a hushed tone.
“Let me see if I can sense his Autumn fire,” Feyre murmured, her palm reaching out to ignite a flame. The flame flickered as Feyre closed her eyes and channeled the Autumn Court energy buzzing around her. The small flame moved in one direction, pointing to the right of their location like a compass.
Feyre’s eyes shot open to look at Azriel who nodded, as they moved in the direction of the flame.
***
“Eris, they’re not here. I can’t feel or hear anything in this lake,” Cyra groaned as he continued to pull her manacles along the edge of Sadie Lake. The sun was setting as the trekked along the lake’s edge.
“Try to summon them,” He demanded, his eyes motioning to her hands.
“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Do you want me to just yell at them to come out and be killed?” She rolled her eyes as her legs felt heavier from the weight of her wings and the long journey they’d made alone.
“I don’t know, you’re the ancient creature. Maybe if you learned something about yourself you’d know how to get them out of this damn lake,” He seethed, splashing through the edges of the water as they approached a rock embankment.
“I need to sit, please. I’m starting to drag my wings and it hurts,” She groaned, her legs giving out as she slid to sit on one of the rocks. Eris sighed, sitting next to her as he pulled out a satchel of dried meats and fruit.
“Eat. You’re useless to me if you pass out,” He scoffed, handing her the small leather bag. She rolled her eyes, picking out some of the jerky to chew on. Just as her eyes focused on the horizon, Cyra heard a musical voice ring from behind them.
“Heir to the Autumn Court, may I be of service to you, my Lord?” The sing-song voice said sweetly, as they both turned to see a water wraith, fully naked. Her bluish-purple body was peppered with luminescent scales that gleamed like gold and her body moved melodically, slow and seductive. The hairs on the back of Cyra’s neck stood up.
It’s a kelpie. Fuck fuck fuck! She screamed internally as she grabbed Eris’s hand discreetly, trying to signal for him to uncuff her. His eyes briefly met hers before he shoved her hand away.
He was transfixed on the water wraith’s gaze, his eyes surveying her naked body and long, wet, stringy hair as he cleared his throat.
“We’re fine, thank you. What is your name?” He asked kindly. Cyra grabbed his hand again before whispering, “Eris, please,” as she pushed the cuffs towards him but he swatted her away again.
“Lucinda, my Lord,” She bowed, inching closer. She was nearly 5 feet from them and Cyra knew the wraith was within range to transform to a kelpie and suck his soul out. In that moment, she realized the manacles had blocked her ability to sense kelpie. They’d been tracking them the whole time, waiting for a moment to strike.
“ERIS,” She urged, grabbing his hand to break him from the trance.
“Lucinda,” He whisper, his body still as she inched half a foot closer.
“ERIS, UNLOCK ME!” Cyra yelled and the wraith’s attention turned to Cyra.
“Sweet seraphine…I know what you did to my brothers. Did you think you could continue to destroy my kind? It was so easy to lure the Autumn Court heir to respond to our hunger. Your time has finally come to an end now that you’re restrained,” She whispered evilly, Eris’s gaze still in a trance as Cyra frantically looked between the two of them. She willed her hands to charge but was only able to produce smoke.
The wraith laughed, close enough to run a finger down Eris’s jaw as he gazed at her with awe. Sharp, gray talons etched with dirt emerged from her finger tips and grazed down the side of his mesmerized face. The wraith was moments from striking his face with the poison that would end his life and dedicate his soul to her.
“ERIS, PLEASE!” Cyra cried, pulling his arm hard as his gaze didn’t falter from the wraith. She smiled as she stared deep in his eyes and pulled her hand back to launch at him.
“No!” Cyra yelled, fighting to stand up as she kicked the wraith in the chest. The wraith stumbled back several steps in shock before her face mutated to the disgusting kelpie image she was familiar with. Fangs and horns grew out of the kelpie’s skull as fury crossed it’s dead, putrid face. Black liquid oozed from it’s hair and slicked the ground while the kelpie snarled wildly, waking other kelpie from their slumber.
Just as it leaned up to strike her and Cyra flinched, she felt a magnetic force of black, night power hit her manacles, disengaging the locks.
Looking in the direction of the power, Rhys stood feet way with night power emanating from his hands. His iris were pure black like the night sky, stars swirling in them as he broke the chains and freed her.
Azriel, Feyre, and Cassian appeared next to him as Feyre winnowed to Eris, connecting to his hand and winnowing him away from the shore as the kelpie screamed in anger.
Rhys being the closest, moved to approach Cyra before she yelled, “Don’t! You can’t fight them Rhys - only my magic can end them.”
Concern flashed on Rhys’s face as he stopped Azriel in the process of charging to the embankment.
“Let me go, Rhys!” Azriel said as Cassian grabbed his other arm to pull him back.
With her hands free, Cyra charged the pent up power, feeling a force like never before. The energy vibrated as the ground shook with her power. Luminescent power filled her veins, lighting her body from the inside out. More kelpie emerged from the waters, looking on with rage. Feeling the charge of her hands, they moved to strike her as six circled her on the rocky embankment.
“LET ME GO!” Cyra heard Azriel shout as Rhys and Cassian pulled him back from the scene.
I can do this. I am an ancient seraphine, I am powerful enough. I am ENOUGH, She repeated over and over to herself. She let the blinding light emerge from her hands, forming the start of her light bomb. She knew that intertwining her hands together would release the blast and she was inches away from feeling it.
Before she realized what was happening, shadows blinded the area and she struggled to see where she was or where the kelpie stood. She heard their screams and anger as they inched closer.
“Azriel, NO!” Cassian yelled as Cyra suddenly felt a hand between hers, blocking her from conjoining her hands.
“It’s me, Cyra, it’s me. Let me help you. Use me, Cyra,” Azriel begged in a whisper as their eyes met for a moment in his shadows, only their breaths between them. He was right next to her, his shadows fighting to balance her power. Siphoning her. Without thinking, she nodded and her hands intertwined on top of his as the light blast exploded around them.
Wind, light, fire, and sparks erupted around the embankment as kelpie bodies fell to the ground, raining water and smoke around them. Rhys, Feyre, Eris and Cassian were thrown back onto the spongy shore while the wake from the bomb pulsed through the lake and forest.
As the blast radiated to kill the kelpie and their bodies transferred their ancient power, Cyra and Azriel felt the magic transfer through the explosion to Cyra while he siphoned the excess to his shadows. Fire and shadow fought to regain control as the environment shifted constantly from light to dark.
The smell of burned kelpie flesh and rock dust permeated Cyra’s senses as the energy continued to flow through her, never overwhelming her as it transferred to Azriel. She fought to open her eyes to see if he was ok but it was too intense, so she squeezed his hand and felt him return the squeeze.
My mate. My mate is here, she repeated over and over to herself.
She focused on her breathing as it continued, trying to radiate feelings of joy and quiet as the last embers of power transferred from the kelpie. Slowly, the energy reached equilibrium, waning as it balanced between their hands.
She felt one of his fingers start to stroke her palm and her eyes fluttered open to stare at his hazel eyes as they knelt together on the rocks. A delicate smile lit up his face as he leaned forward to brush her cheek with his lips. Her mouth parted, her gaze moving from his eyes to his lips.
“Seriously? All I get is a peck on the cheek after what I just did?” She said softly as he chuckled and moved his hand to cup her cheek.
“You get anything you want, my glowing seraphine,” He smirked, kissing her desperately this time as the shadows around them started to dissipate. Cyra pulled back after some time, brushing his cheek.
“How…how did you know to do that?” She asked breathlessly.
“I didn’t…I just did it. I’d do…anything to keep you safe, Cyra. To keep your power safe,” He said intensely as his clutched her hand again, ensuring the energy transfer was complete.
“Are you both ok?” Feyre yelled from afar, concern laced in her tone. Cyra and Azriel looked their direction and stood up.
“Yes, we’re OK. The threat is gone,” Cyra spoke, pulling Azriel’s hand as they walked towards the group. Surveying them, Cyra’s fury flared as she saw Eris seated on the ground, flinching.
“You…you are dead,” Cyra said charging at Eris as his eyes widened.
“Listen, I might have miscalculated a bit,” He said, pushing his body up rapidly and backing away from her.
“You could have killed us all, you blubbering fool. Leave it to a male to be entranced by a water wraith kelpie,” She snorted as she glanced at Azriel and he chuckled. Light energy charged in her hand and Eris put his hands up in defense.
“Cyra…listen, I was just challenging you to harness your energy…” He defended as Azriel shot forward to punch him in the face.
“Mother above, Azriel,” Eris groaned from the ground, clenching his face as Azriel leaned down to follow up with another punch to the stomach.
“Azriel, he’s mine,” Cyra growled at her mate as she pushed him off of Eris.
“Do your worst, baby,” Azriel smirked, walking away as Eris writhed in pain on the ground.
“Cyra…” Rhys warned as she approached Eris. Light power surged in Cyra’s hand and before anyone could stop her, she blasted him into unconsciousness and he fell limp to the ground.
“Is he…dead?” Cassian asked, resisting the urge to laugh as he peered down at the incapacitated Autumn heir. Rhys sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Not yet. He’ll live if he wakes up before something eats him,” Rhys mused. He turned to the group, his eyes gazing at Cyra and she smirked back.
“Well done, our little seraphine,” He chuckled, patting her head as she gloated.
“Can we…go home now?” She asked the group as she realized the significance of her words. They all exchanged relieved glances before Azriel moved to Cyra and interlaced their fingers.
“Yes, Cyra, let’s go home,” Azriel said smiling, as he winnowed them out of the Autumn Court.
Notes:
These two. They're finally ready to accept the bond!
The real solstice chapter is coming next! <3
Chapter 21
Notes:
Happy New Year! This chapter is all the warm, fuzzy feelings of the holiday season. Wishing you a wonderful 2023!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The arrival of the Winter Solstice was bittersweet for Cyra. It had always served as a reminder that she was alone; either isolated from her family or hiding in a new place. She usually found herself drinking champagne alone until she fell asleep from exhaustion in a hotel or rental. Waking up the day after would always remind her of the year to come and she rarely felt optimistic that anything would change.
This year will be different in so many ways, she thought, smiling to herself. She looked down to her gloved hand, interlaced with her mate’s gloved hand. No energy exchange was occurring; this was just their moment to do a normal couple activity. Her heart fluttered as she considered that thought.
A boyfriend. He is my boyfriend. This massive Illyrian God is my boyfriend, she giggled to herself as she looked down the street. His hair was covered with a tightly knitted gray hat and his wings shuddered from the tickling snow.
“Are your wings cold?” She asked, looking at the thin membrane getting pelted by delicate snow.
“Yes, but I’m used to it. Growing up in the mountains was much worse,” He said, shaking his wings slightly to remove the excess water.
The temperature had dropped in Velaris and the snow falling made a picturesque scene of the town with mountains towering nearby. She was bundled up in leggings, boots, and a long beige sweater topped with a wool coat to block out the cold.
She glanced at his face again, his gaze intent on reading the street names and stores. In this light, he didn’t look like the fierce Illyrian warrior he was. He looked like a boy excited about the holiday to come.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked with a look of interest. “I can feel something that is making my heart…flutter.” He said, studying her face. Her cheeks reddened as she met his eyes.
“I just…I’m enjoying being normal with you,” She smiled, her gaze traveling down to his wind blown cheeks and nose. His face lit up at her answer and she felt her own heart flutter again. He lifted her gloved hand to his mouth and kissed the top of her hand.
“Me too,” He smiled back before he tugged her beige knitted hat down to cover her ears and pulled her hand to keep walking. While most of the fae in town didn’t notice them, a few of the females took a second look at Azriel’s wings and tall stature.
His beauty was hard to miss. Once in a while, someone would stop to thank him or shake his hand, eliciting a shy “thank you” and a reddening of his cheeks.
“What were you doing last Solstice?” Cyra asked Azriel as they walked near some of the shops in the Rainbow of Velaris, her eyes studying the ornate holiday displays. His attention piqued and he raised one eyebrow at her.
“Uh…I can’t remember,” He said suspiciously looking away.
“You can’t remember? The Night Court’s spymaster can’t remember what he was doing a year ago but remembers events from 300 years ago?” She said dubiously as she pulled his hand to stop again. He chuckled as he turned towards her.
“I was probably just sitting at the River House opening presents,” He deflected, pulling her hand to move forward.
“Oh really? Are you sure you weren’t just sitting between another female’s legs?” She scoffed as she pulled her hand away and walked past him before he caught up.
“Listen, I promise to be between your legs this year, ok? There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” He smirked, elbowing her. She met his gaze from the corner of her eyes and fought back a smile.
“Come, we have to hurry to the shop I want to go to before they close early for the holiday,” He urged, pulling her hand again. She rolled her eyes as she followed him.
“Where are we going, anyway? I thought you said you got all the gifts you needed and we’ve been shopping for almost two hours. You’ve never struck me as the “I love to shop” type of male…” She trailed off as she looked through some of the decorated shop windows.
The smell of waffle presses and syrup wafted through the air and her stomach growled as they passed a few food stands.
“Azriel…fudge! Pretzels. Waffles,” She whined, trying to pull him to the food.
“I promise to feed you after we go to the shop,” He smirked as he guided her away from the food stalls.
“Fine. I thought you were going to let me relax after I saved the world last week but noooo. No rest for Cyra!” She complained as they approached a side street and he pulled her arm down the deserted alley.
“That seems like a bit of an exaggeration,” He smirked as they approached a darkened portion.
“Azriel, if this is just a ploy to get in my pants, I’m far too cold and hungry-” She complained.
“Here it is,” He said, motioning to a lone wooden door entrance with the sign, “Velaris Lapidary”. He smiled at her as she looked confused.
“What do you need from here?” She asked as they entered the quiet small space. The store featured three jewelry displays filled with gems of various sizes and colors. An older looking human was organizing the gems in one of the displays near the cash register.
“Azriel…he’s a mortal. In Velaris.” She emphasized quietly in his ear so the store owner wouldn’t hear. Azriel nodded.
“Rhys has specialty tradesmen come in for the Solstice season. It helps their businesses and adds diversity to Velaris. He instituted the trade agreement after the Hybern War to help the humans recover. He worked directly with the colleagues of Feyre’s father,” He smiled as the man looked up at them.
“Azriel! Right on time. I was just working on your order,” The man with white hair said in a jolly voice, pushing up his spectacles. “Come in, come in,” He urged as he left the display to go to the back of the small shop.
“Thank you, Arthur. I brought Cyra this time,” Azriel smiled kindly. He turned back to Cyra and pulled her closer to the display as Arthur returned with a soft jewelry tray.
“Welcome, my lady,” He said kindly as he moved the tray to her.
There in the center of the tray was a large, lilac gemstone the size of a walnut. Cyra gasped as Arthur picked it up with his gloved hands, displaying the multiple facets and reflection of light.
“It’s…stunning. What is it?” Cyra asked, studying the gemstone as Azriel interlaced their fingers again, this time without their gloves so their energy could pulse. Cyra felt the shudder of pleasure shoot down her spine as she closed her eyes briefly. Opening her eyes, she looked at Azriel before looking back at the sparkling gemstone. He had a playful smirk on his face.
“It’s a purple sapphire. The strongest and most durable lilac stone we could source. This one is very rare - it was mined in the Illyrian mountains and has very few inclusions and excellent clarity. I cut it myself. It will make an excellent siphon,” He remarked.
“A…a what?” Cyra said softly, her eyes meeting Azriel’s again.
“I thought maybe you’d like to try using a siphon, like mine. It could help you to channel your power better. We could start with just one and see if it helps you. I can train you myself, if you like,” He said, searching her eyes for a reaction.
“You…you made me a siphon?” She asked, her fingers grazing over the deep blue siphon on one of his scarred hands.
“Yes. Is that ok? You don’t have to use it if you don’t want to. I just thought-” He said as she threw her arms around his neck. He let out a breath of relief and she hugged him tighter, his hands wrapping around her waist to hug her back.
Tears pricked her eyes as she tightened her hold. This male. My mate, she thought. He rubbed her back for a moment before she pulled back slightly to look at his eyes.
“No one’s ever done something so nice for me before,” She said, her eyes glistening as he smiled and kissed her lightly.
“Well get used to it, my love. It’s going to happen a lot more now. You’ve had a hard year…you deserve it all. You deserve more,” He whispered as they both looked back at the siphon.
“Thank you,” She murmured, her hand moving to hold the gemstone as Arthur brought over several leather attachments.
“I’ve fashioned five siphon holders for you. They’re adjustable so you can see which style you prefer. When you find the one you like, bring it back and I’ll make you a few more,” He said, showing her how the leather straps attached to the siphon. She nodded, listening to his instructions on siphon placement and cleaning.
“This siphon will be ready tonight, Azriel. I need to make a few small adjustments. The shop will be closed but I’ll unlock it for you around 6 PM. You can pay then too,” Arthur smiled warmly and Azriel nodded.
“I’ll winnow back before the Solstice Party tonight. Thank you Arthur,” He said, grabbing Cyra’s hand as he waved goodbye and they turned around to walk back into the alleyway.
“Azriel, I can pay for the siphon, it’s too much-” Cyra started before she was pressed against the darkened alley brick wall.
“Don’t. Even. Finish. That. Sentence. This is my gift to you,” He said softly. “Let me…let me do this for you,” he begged, looking in her eyes. She nodded shyly and his hands moved to circle her waist.
“Ok. Well, I guess I have to promise not to use my siphoned power against you in the training ring,” She said softly, winking at him.
“I don’t know, Cyra…the thought of you using your new siphon on me does something to me,” He said as he ground his hips into hers. She threw her head back for a laugh before his lips met her neck. She gasped as he ran his tongue along the sensitive spot under her ear.
“Az…I don’t know how to thank you, it’s too much,” She moaned, arousal pulsing between them as he pressed his hardness against her thigh. She felt the mating bond respond in kind to their touch.
“It’s not enough,” He gritted out, his lips attacking her jaw as they moved to her lips. Cyra pressed her own body back, wetness pooling in her core as she struggled to keep up with his kisses.
“Az…I want you. Now,” She said between kisses as her hands tried to reach for his covered erection.
Before they could go further, a large black mass landed next to them, wings flaring as Cyra nearly jumped in her skin. Azriel chuckled, shaking his head as a cocky look crossed Cassian’s face.
“Are you two done defiling that poor brick wall?” Cassian said as he walked towards them in the alley.
“Seriously!?” Cyra asked incredulously, looking between the smiling Illyrians, Azriel still pressed against her as he looked at Cassian.
“Really, Cass? You couldn’t wait another 10 minutes to interrupt us?” Azriel said as he extricated himself from Cyra’s limbs and pulled her hand to walk away from Cassian towards the main street.
“10 minutes seems generous for you brother. Maybe 2 minutes. And I’m just returning the favor to my favorite cockblocking chaperone,” Cassian mused, strolling behind the couple back to the Rainbow.
“Yet somehow I also get punished in this scenario,” Cyra grumbled.
“Come on, Cyra. I’m starving. Do you want a waffle? My treat,” He asked, rubbing his stomach as he motioned to the food carts.
“Yes, thank the Mother,” She said smiling back at Azriel as he shook his head and laughed.
***
“Cyra, another glass of wine?” Rhys asked, holding up the bottle of red wine to her. She nodded gratefully, holding out her glass as he filled it and looked at everyone gathered around the decorated tree to exchange presents. He was watching the interactions of the group, smiling intermittently with a reverent look. She studied his face for a moment before he noticed her eyes on him.
She felt his dark talons enter her mind and she opened her mental wall for him.
What is it? Rhys asked, a slight look of concern on his face as he met her eyes.
I’m just…I love watching you be happy with your family. You deserve it after all you’ve been through, she smiled, raising her glass slightly to him. His expression changed to relief.
This is what it’s all for. And you deserve to be happy too, Cyra. Let yourself. At least tonight, he replied and she could have sworn she felt a hint of mischievousness come through from his emotions. She nodded, smiling back at him.
“Mor, you really shouldn’t have. Seriously, next time, just don’t,” Nesta said, her tone laced with disdain as she held up chunky brown knee-high socks.
“What!? I thought you could use them for winter training sessions. It gets cold out there!” Mor replied, winking at Nesta as she sipped her wine. Nesta rolled her eyes before smirking back at Mor. Feyre leaned under the tree to grab a present and shoved it at Cyra.
“Open ours next!” Feyre shouted and Mor chuckled as she helped pass out more presents. Cyra smiled graciously as Feyre handed her a large box. Ripping it open, Cyra found a new pair of boxing hand wraps and a pair of thick soft workout pants.
“So you don’t have to wear leathers all the time…I know you hate them,” Feyre said shrugging.
“Thank you, these will serve me well in the training ring,” She said, giving her and Rhys a warm hug.
“It’s not enough for all you’ve done this year. We are…very grateful,” Rhys added. She blushed at the gratitude, not used to the attention the group was giving her. As others started to pass presents around, her eyes met Azriel’s from across the room.
He was leaning on the edge of the doorway to the family room, his gaze intent on her as he sipped a glass of wine, wings tucked in tight. His black pants and rolled up navy button down shirt accented the outline of his Illyrian tattoos. She felt her pulse increase as their eyes met and she gave him a questioning look. He just shrugged, smiling back.
“Elain, open mine next,” Lucien said, handing her a petite wrapped gift as he sat next to her, the paper made of dried flowers. She blushed slightly as she looked down at the present and opened it delicately. Inside was a small bag of seeds and she looked up at him for an explanation.
“They’re moonflower seeds - they only bloom at night, which seemed fitting for this Court. They should grow well in the climate controlled environment of the garden here,” He said, studying her face to gauge her reaction.
“I love them. I can’t wait to see what they grow into,” She said, leaning over to kiss him. Their kiss was anything but chaste. In fact, it was the most physical she’d seen Elain and Lucien be.
“OHHHH yea, get it Elain!” Cassian catcalled as Nesta hit his chest but laughed. Everyone else burst out laughing or patted Lucien or Elain’s back, eliciting their embarrassment followed by another intense kiss. Cyra smiled as she saw and felt their happiness. Looking at Azriel, she noticed the small smirk on his face but his relative aloofness at the tender moment.
Reaching out to sense his emotions, she was surprised to feel nervousness edged with sentimentality and gratitude. She had the urge to encourage him to sit with her, but decided to give him space to feel what he needed to during this special holiday.
She wasn’t sure if it was Elain and Lucien’s show of emotion that made him feel that way or something else. Deciding not focus on it, she moved to grab a large package from under the tree.
“I have something very special for Cassian and Nesta,” Cyra winked, handing the package to them. “It should help you…swing into the new year,” She teased as Nesta giggled when Cassian smiled widely and started to tear the wrapping off. Azriel stepped in quickly and grabbed the package out of Cassian’s hands.
“Please…for all our sakes, do not open this right now,” Azriel said placing it back under the tree as he shook his head and Rhys chuckled before sitting next to Feyre.
“Oh come on, Az…” Cassian argued as they threw a few jabs at each other playfully. Cyra took another sip of her wine as the others continued opening presents and she passed out her own.
She watched as Amren tore apart jewelry boxes, Elain accepted a beautiful garden picnic basket from Feyre, and Rhys whispered into Feyre’s ear as helped her open a jewelry box to find gold star earrings crusted in diamonds.
The feeling of being a part of their family was unmatched; they valued their time together even more because of the challenges they’d gone through together. It made her feel whole for the first time she could remember. The mating bond whirled in her chest, reinforcing that she was where she was supposed to be.
Feeling her mate’s gaze on her, her eyes flickered to his again. The intensity of his stare unsettled her as a mixture of his emotions flooded her. Lust. Desire. Urgency. Love.
She took a deep breath as he moved in her direction, the others oblivious to his movement. Most of the presents had been opened and everyone was chatting quietly or sipping on drinks.
“I have one for you, Azriel,” Cyra said softly as he knelt down to sit next to her. She grabbed a neatly wrapped present from under the tree and glanced at Feyre as she handed it to him.
“You didn’t need to get me anything. Having you as a mate is more than enough,” He said sincerely as his look pulled on her heart. She ran her hand through his hair, studying this hazel eyes.
“I…I wanted to. It’s nothing big. Open it,” She encouraged and he met her eyes, smiling as he opened the long rectangular gift. Inside was a painted canvas that he stared at for several moments.
“What is it?” Cassian asked, trying to see over Azriel’s wing.
“Do you…do you like it?” Cyra asked nervously, reading his facial expressions.
“Yes. It’s incredibly…special. It’s our wings. Did Feyre paint it?” He said looking up to Feyre and she smiled, nodding back.
“I thought maybe you’d want something that represents us in your room at the townhouse,” Cyra said hesitantly as she examined the portrait of their very different wings. “Now saying that out loud sounds a bit narcissistic,” She chuckled, shaking her head.
“No. It’s not at all. It’s perfect. Thank you,” He said, leaning over to kiss her. She still felt nerves radiating from him as she kissed him back. How odd…was it the gift? She thought, looking around the room but not noticing anything amiss.
“Cyra…” He said, his tone serious as his eyes flickered to Rhys who gave him a look of encouragement before Cassian patted his back. The room fell quiet.
“I have…I have one more gift for you,” He said moving his body to face her directly. He reached back into his pocket to pull the small gift box out before he handed it to her.
“Oh, you mean the siphon? It’s lovely, Azriel,” She smiled reassuringly as she pulled the wrapping paper off the velvet box.
“No…this is something else,” He smirked, gently taking the box from her before she could open it. Carefully, he moved to kneel in front of her and cracked open the box.
She heard Mor gasp and Feyre squeal as she studied the ring in the center of the box. An intricate vine wove against the band of the ring with small diamonds highlighting it - like the web her energy made as it connected with him. In the center sat a rectangular lilac stone sparkling in the fae light. A stone that was identical to the siphon he’d made for her, just smaller. Her breathing stopped as she froze and her eyes met his.
“Cyra Casteer, I never thought I’d meet someone like you. My true mate. Not just blessed by the Mother - my equal in so many ways. We are made to balance and strengthen each other. After more than 500 years, I see why I needed to wait for you,” He paused, swallowing before he continued.
“You’re courageous, clever, witty, strong and you glow,” He chuckled and the room did as well. “After what we’ve been through this year, I can’t imagine losing you again or a life…without you. I would be honored if you would consider being my mate, wife, partner or whatever you want to call me for the rest of our long, happy lives,” He said, his voice cracking slightly with emotion as he spoke.
Cyra looked up to meet his hazel eyes and she knew in that moment, hers were glowing back at him. Without thinking, she grabbed his shirt collar, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he smiled against her mouth, slowly kissing her back.
The room erupted in cheers and claps as they continued kissing, Cyra pushing his body down flat on the ground. She didn’t care about their compromising position; her mate had just proposed to her, a tradition rare in the fae world but no less meaningful.
She kissed him deeply and he reciprocated instantly. She heard sniffles from someone near her and she broke the kiss to look.
“Cassian, are you crying?” She asked as she held back laughter. Azriel swiveled his head to look at Cassian before he rolled his eyes.
“I’m just so happy for you two. You both have taken forever to get to this point,” He said, wiping his eyes.
“Sensitive Illyrian babies,” Nesta said sarcastically as she rubbed Cassian’s back. Azriel laughed as he sat up and pulled Cyra into his lap to kiss her again.
“So…is that a yes?” He asked, nuzzling her nose.
“Um…yea. YES.” She smiled, not sure what else to say before he pulled her in for another kiss.
“My mate,” He whispered and she nodded before looking around the room, her cheeks reddening as the group moved in to congratulate them.
“Let me see that ROCK, lady!!” Mor shrieked, pulling Cyra’s hand towards her as Feyre and Elain admired it.
“It suits you perfectly. It matches your eyes,” Feyre said warmly as Elain agreed.
“I’m so thrilled for you,” Elain gushed, hugging Cyra.
“Congrats, girl. He did well with his gemstone selection. Hopefully your mate will be slightly less broody now,” Amren smirked.
“Now you really have no excuse not share the answer to our wingspan question, Cyra,” Nesta winked as she hugged her and Cyra elbowed her.
Meanwhile, Rhys and Cassian pulled Azriel into a warm bear hug. After the sentimental exchange, they started jumping together, chanting “mate” over and over while the rest of the group laughed.
“Let’s do shots,” Cassian said, grabbing a decanter from Rhys’s stash.
“Clearly the alcohol is setting in,” Nesta mused, elbowing Feyre.
“This doesn’t mean you get out of the snowball fight tomorrow, Azriel,” Cassian said sternly pointing at Azriel as he rolled his eyes and threw back the amber liquid Cassian had poured.
“As if I would even dare too. You both need someone to whip your asses,” He said cockily, shoving them back as Rhys pulled him in the muss up his hair.
“Could you three please try to act you age?” Nesta scoffed, passing out champagne glasses before Cassian scoped her up and Nesta feigned annoyance.
“I’d like to offer a toast to the new couple,” Feyre said turning to Cyra as she popped the cork on a bottle of champagne.
“Feyre, darling. You don’t need an engagement to open my finest bottle of champagne,” He said sarcastically as she poured out servings for everyone and she shot him a look, indicating a mental scolding. Cyra laughed at their interaction.
“To Azriel and Cyra. Light and dark. Fury and shadow. Sparkling positivity and brooding darkness,” Feyre giggled as Azriel chuckled. “We love you both and wish you all the happiness as you start your lives together. Cheers!” Feyre said, holding up her glass and they all clinked, toasting together.
Azriel turned to Cyra, clinking glasses before he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“I love you,” He murmured.
“I love you too,” She winked back before they sipped their champagne.
***
The family room was eerily quiet as the Solstice tree twinkled with white fae lights programmed with magic. Most of the guests at the River House were gone; Nesta and Cassian had gone back to the House of Wind to test out their new “gift”, Elain and Lucien were pretending to sleep in different rooms, Amren and Mor had taken a wine bottle outside to the temperature controlled balcony, and Feyre and Rhysand were “asleep”, although Cyra suspected they were taking a late night flight.
She and Azriel finished the last of their bottle of wine, sipping on the fine flavor of the dry, savory notes.
“Come to bed with me, Az,” Cyra said softly, her hand intertwining with his as she felt the energy pulse between them. He paused, shuddering as most of the energy transferring to him before he opened his eyes and gazed at her.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a lot pent up energy tonight? I haven’t been touching you enough,” He stated, squeezing her hand tighter as he pulled it up to kiss the top. “Are you sure you aren’t secretly mad about something?” He said, smirking.
“Definitely not. And I refuse to believe what Eris said. My power can’t only be drawn from my fury. I just have to find out what else causes it,” She frowned, staring at her free hand.
“Didn’t you mention something about a bed? Your room or mine?” He smiled, pulling her attention away from her power. His free hand trailed up her neck to pull her in for a kiss.
“Wait Az, first I’d like to discuss something,” She said, his brow quirking in response. “I…I want to complete the mating bond soon. I’m ready. After what we went through in the Autumn Court, we can’t afford to wait any longer. It’s safer if we’re mated.”
“Baby, don’t pressure yourself. While it would solve some problems, I want you to be 100% sure,” He replied. “I proposed tonight because I wanted to make it as official as possible - I’ll wait for you as long as you need, but I needed to declare my intentions in a tangible way,” He smirked, twirling the ring on her finger.
She blushed. “You certainly outdid yourself. I’m not sure how I got so lucky…” She murmured, as she pushed him down on his back and straddled his lap. His hands moved to rest on her hips before sliding down to her thighs. “I want this, Az. More than anything,” She whispered, pressing against him.
“Oh yea? What kind of mating ceremony do you want to do?” He asked, gently stroking her thighs.
“I thought I would want…something special but really all I want is to give you a pastry or something and lock ourselves somewhere for a month to…explore,” She smirked as he bumped his hips up against her and she wriggled on top of him.
“Thank fuck. I’ve been told the frenzy really starts the moment I eat whatever you…offer me,” He said wickedly.
“Is that so? I can’t imagine this need being more than it is now,” She said breathlessly as she ground down on him.
“We need to get out of here,” He murmured, leaning up to kiss the exposed part of her collarbone peaking over her sweater.
“So it’s settled then. Let me take care of the when and how. And then you’ll be…mine,” She murmured as she pulled his hair and he continued his assault on her neck. He growled at her words as she light-traveled them to her room for the rest of the night.
Notes:
I am making up many of the rules at this point...mating bond, marriage, engagement rings, siphons....LOL.
Chapter 22
Notes:
This chapter is basically fluff - I had the idea for it and wrote it so fast :) Enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Brilliant yellow light fractured through Cyra’s lilac siphon on the top of her hand as blue light erupted from her palm, causing two very different power forces to pour from her body towards the punching bag.
While the yellow light was controlled and narrow, the blue light splayed widely, heating and damaging a greater area with less impact. At this point, the punching bag was mostly singed but Azriel said they could replace it.
“Fuck!” Cyra shouted, frustration radiating from her. Azriel looked on, his gaze contemplative as he studied the separation of power occurring in her hand. She cut off the flow of power and paced the training ring.
“Why won’t it all go through the siphon?” She said sharply as he approached her.
“You just have to keep trying, Cyra. Be patient. We’ve only been practicing for a few weeks,” He said, crossing his arms in front of him.
“I’ve been trying. It’s not WORKING,” She gritted, her anger building in the training ring. “I’m freezing and exhausted. Why can’t I do this? How long did it take you to use your siphons?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
“It can take years to get a siphon to work the way you want it. My magic works differently than yours so you shouldn’t compare. It appears that your yellow light prefers to travel through the siphon and your blue light comes from your palm, bypassing your siphon. Let’s try rotating your siphon to your palm. If the blue light is your dominant power, it may be able to redirect the yellow light,” He said, moving to unstrap her siphon before he twisted it around.
She sighed, watching him work. The feel of his touch relaxed her as his warm breath fogged in the chilled air. It was a cold day but the snow had stopped for a brief period. She watched his wings shake off accumulating dew from the morning fog.
Azriel had dragged her every morning since Solstice to the training ring at 6 AM to try to practice siphon use before he led Valkyrie training at 8 AM with Cassian. She looked up at his face as he concentrated on retying the siphon and she exhaled, letting her anger go as her nose was flooded with his cedar scent during her next inhale.
Her desire for him never calmed; feeling him this close ignited the mating bond that begged for their touch.
Only a few more days, Cyra. And then he’s yours forever, she told herself, taking a deep breath. Her plans to surprise him with their private mating acceptance were almost fully done.
“Focus, Cyra. I can smell your arousal from here,” He smirked, his eyes not meeting hers as he kept tying the leather. She scoffed, pulling her arm away from him to tie the rest herself. He held a smile back.
“Ass,” She said, blowing out a frustrated breath as she finished tightening the last strap. She felt his body press against hers from behind as he leaned down.
“Are you feeling some tension, little seraphine? I fucked you twice last night so you can’t say you’re that deprived. If you get your siphon to work, I’ll take you to the bedroom right now,” He chuckled as she turned her head slightly to glare at him.
“I’m fine. Let’s go, shadowsinger,” She said pushing him off as she turned around.
“Channel your frustration into your siphon. Focus on pushing both power streams into one solid line. From what I’ve seen, when you don’t use the siphon, the different colors interlock as they’re expelled. We can train them to go through-”
“Azriel, just stop lecturing me,” She interrupted and he motioned towards the punching bag as he stepped away to watch.
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she let her shoulders drop and relax. Opening them again, she charged her siphoned hand and when she felt the power crest, she pointed towards the punching bag and released the light.
This time, blue light traveled through the siphon on her palm while yellow light shattered out of the top of her hand, uncontained and potent as it burned the last untouched portion of the punching bag.
“Fuck!!” She screamed, shutting down her power as she tried to focus on not punching the bag herself with her fist.
“Channel the fury, Cyra,” Azriel said calmly, watching from the other side of the ring.
“That means nothing to me, Azriel. Why are you even here if you aren’t going to help?” She glared and he quirked an eyebrow. She knew she was being petulant, but it didn’t stop her from snapping at him.
Her powers frustrated her and with no other seraphine to train her, she felt like she was shooting in the dark to comprehend them. I’m so tired of being the last person to understand my own abilities, she thought, clenching her fists.
“I’m here because I don’t want you to erupt into a ball of light and blow yourself up from all the rage you feel. Try again,” He gritted out, his face starting to crack with his own anger.
“I don’t want to try again,” She seethed, turning around to walk out of the training ring. The sounds and words coming from her own voice made her cringe, but her frustration overpowered all her sensible thoughts.
“If you leave this training ring, I won’t touch you again for a week. We’ve only trained for one hour. I want at least another hour of practice before you give up,” He said loudly, his face expressionless as he adjusted his own siphons strapped to his hands.
“Seriously, Azriel? First of all, I don’t need you to touch me, nor should you hold that over me. Second of all, I promised to try to use the siphon. Not to be your trainee, cowering to your beck and call,” She spit out. She looked down at the siphon and resisted the urge to throw it on the training ring floor.
As much as she hated him in that moment, she’d never throw something so beautiful and special on the ground. And the truth was she didn’t hate him one bit. She hated her own deficiencies. Especially after all he’d done to make the beautiful siphon for her. She knew her reaction was ill-tempered but her rage exceeded her rational side at the moment.
“Don’t you dare take off that siphon. Get back here and try one more time. Now,” He demanded, his eyes sharpening as he kept his mouth firm. Cyra’s anger flared as he tersely commanded her. She was tired of being told what to do; to hide, to submit, to run away.
She debated fighting him again but decided she could manage one more try before she became really immature and threw a shoe at his head or stormed off. She adjusted her stance in front of the punching bag to allow her power to charge in her hand.
“Wait,” He said, interrupting her focus. “Use me.” Her eyes flickered to him on the opposite side of the training ring in confusion.
“Use you for what?” She asked, loosening her stance slightly.
“Point the siphon at me. You’re pissed at me, right? Show me how pissed you are,” He said, motioning to his chest as he adjusted his stance.
“Azriel, No.” She said shaking her head as she started to walk out of the ring.
“You know I can adsorb your powers. Do it. Now. Or do you want our celibacy to extend to a month?” He demanded, his tone growing more feral. She rolled her eyes and moved to face him.
“That’s not…you can’t…No. What if it hurts you? We don’t know-” She said before he interrupted.
“I’ll stop you. Do it now, Cyra,” He said, holding his hands up to accept her light. She flinched, her body reacting to his, almost urging her to discharge the power to him. She was concerned about how the power would affect him, but also furious that her body so desperately betrayed her in multiple ways - her desire for him and the urge to give him her extra power.
Charging it in her hand, her jaw clenched as she let it energize her bones. Feeling it ready to surge, she pointed her siphoned hand at him and released her fury, self-loathing, and frustration in his direction, the power feeding directly to his hand.
To her shock, the yellow and blue light siphoned through the lilac stone on her palm, forming a concentrated light green stream of light that went straight to his hand. She gauged his reaction as it touched him and his determined look didn’t recoil as the energy pulsed through his arm. Shadows erupted along as his body from the massive energy transfer, but he didn’t wince once.
Her eyes met his as she searched for a reaction from him. Anything to indicate pain or harm, but she saw nothing. He looked powerful. Energized. Like the warrior he was. No fear; total acceptance that whatever she gave him, he could handle.
As she felt the power wane, she cut it off and lowered her arm, breathing hard. Her gaze didn’t leave his eyes as he lowered his arm, also breathing deeply. He had been right. She could siphon her power and he could adsorb it. He had intentionally infuriated her to force her to try.
And the combination of those actions and her realization made her need him in a way she’d never let herself seriously consider before.
She needed him to submit to her in a more tangible way. To acknowledge her power and revere it. She knew he loved her but in that moment, she wanted to be the center of his world. Before she could consider the thought further, her body was moving to him, her hands wrapping around his neck to pull him in for a hard kiss.
He leaned down to pull her legs around his waist as he held her before standing up, her mouth brutally pressing against him as he tried to keep up. Their kisses were frantic and he stumbled slightly to keep them balanced.
“Fuck…Cyra…that was…amazing,” He said between kisses as her hands went to grip his hair.
“More. More, I need more, right now,” She said desperately. She pulled at his Illyrian leathers that were laced tightly on his body, her hands unable to focus on one task at a time as they grazed the hard lines of his body.
“The Valkyrie will be here soon,” He groaned, pressing into her.
“I don’t care. Let Cassian deal with them. Better yet, let me fuck you here on this training ring floor,” She murmured, continuing to hold him tightly as he groaned.
Before she could say more, he winnowed them to townhouse and shoved her body against the closed door of his room but she pushed him off, their lips swollen.
“Off, now,” She demanded to him, pulling at his Illyrian leathers as they both worked to unlace his clothing and push off the top portion.
“Mother above,” She groaned as she saw his abs clench above the hardness clothed in his pants and she ripped at the leather ties. He leaned down to frantically kiss her neck and cup her breasts through her top while she tried to free his cock unsuccessfully.
“Why are these so damn tight?!” She said with frustration.
“Because you’ve made me so fucking hard. You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to fuck you in the training ring. And one day, I will,” He moaned as her hand grazed his hard length over his leathers.
“I hope you don’t care about these pants. Hold still,” She said and before he could react, she siphoned a small amount of power through the lilac gemstone to burn way the laces, releasing the ties on his pants.
“Did you just point your siphon at my cock, Cyra?” He exclaimed in horror. She smirked as her hand freed his length and started stroking him.
“I guess it’s a good thing my trainer taught me how to use the siphon…” She mused and before he could give a snarky response, he tipped his head back with a groan from the pleasure of her hand.
“That was…very risky, little seraphine,” He said breathlessly as she kept stroking him.
“Since you were so objectionable at training today, you’re going to do everything I say, understood?” She asked, hand tightening on his cock.
“I was the objectionable one?” He scoffed before biting his lip as she circled the head of his cock with her finger, running through the wetness gathered there.
“Yes. I want to see you writhing for me, Azriel. You’ve been the one in charge too many times. Now you answer to me. Get on the bed on all fours,” She demanded, and a slight look of confusion crossed his face.
“Cyra…what are you-” He questioned as she stalked him backwards towards the bed.
“Azriel, do you trust me?” She asked as she eyed him up and down, taking in his fully naked body.
“Yes…Yes,” He croaked as his knees hit the bed. Her hand circled his cock again, pumping him slowly.
“Then turn around. All fours,” She said again and he gave her one more look as he turned and got on the bed. His wings flared as he watched her walk towards his dresser.
She glanced briefly at him from across the room and nearly cried at what she saw.
This amazing male. Waiting for me. Waiting for me and trusting me with his pleasure, she thought, biting her lip. She smirked to herself as she opened his bottom drawer and rummaged around until she found what she was looking for. Holding up a blindfold, his eyes widened as he watched her with interest.
“How did you-” He asked before she cut him off.
“I may have gone through your drawers last week when you were on a mission. You have a lot of naughty things in here, Az. I can’t wait to try some of them,” She teased, moving to the bed to blindfold him. After she tied the black silk material around the back of his head, she took a minute to appreciate this rare view of a strong warrior submitting to her.
She ran her hand down the curve of his spine as she crawled up behind his prone body. She watched his wings react from the touch, flaring before retracting in. Even though she had wings of her own, she was fascinated by his. They were more expressive than hers in many ways; the lack of feathers showed every reaction of the thin membrane, every quiver to her touch.
He shuddered slightly before speaking, “What are you going to do?” He asked, his voice wavering slightly.
He’s…nervous. My strong Illyrian male is nervous, she smirked.
“I’m going to punish you for threatening me in the training ring. Let’s see how many times I can bring you the brink of coming before you beg me to finish you,” She said powerfully as she went back to the dresser to get a small bottle and a set of leather hand restraints.
Returning to him, she poured some of the fragrant oil into her hands, working it up and down his back. Careful not to touch his wings, she pressed deeply on the muscles quivering from the touch.
“What’s to stop me from flipping you over and fucking you?” He asked, his voice cracking with her touch.
“I will light-travel away if you so much as dare to move, Azriel. Give me this. Submit to me,” She said seriously and he scoffed, unfamiliar with their role reversal.
Before he could respond again, she poured more oil on her hand and snaked it around the front of him to his hard erection, lubricating it as she stroked him.
“You wouldn’t dare move now, would you shadowsinger?” She whispered leaning over his wings as he moaned deeply. The combination of her warm breath on his wings and her firm touch was overwhelming to him and shadows started leaking out of his body in response.
“I’d do…I’d do anything for you,” He choked out as her hand moved down his hard length.
She pumped him faster, twisting as she approached the tip of his cock. He moaned louder, his wings trembling from the position and feeling. She could feel his cock grow impossibly harder as the silky skin was stretched taut. She smiled as she knew his orgasm was approaching.
“You’re not going to come, are you Azriel?” She asked, slowing her hand movement down as he let out a strangled cry. His breathing slowed slightly and he tried to calm down from his near orgasm.
Before he could completely recover, she removed her hand from his erection and applied more oil before leaning up to stroke the inside tendon of his wing.
“Holy FUCK, Cyra,” He cried, his body quivering from the touch before she removed her hands again and left him wanting. He let out a choked sob this time before he whimpered, his body begging for release.
“Tisk tisk tisk. It seems like you can’t really handle much at all, Azriel. I’ll just have to let you cool down for a long while,” She teased as her hands ran up and down his lower back. He didn’t even lift his head, his arousal so prominent that he desperately tried to breathe between the sensations running through his body.
Taking more of the oil, she let it barely drip on the edges of his wings, hoping it would create a tickling sensation similar to rain. He responded accordingly, tightening his wings in as the drops fell.
“Cyra…please…” He begged after a few moments.
“Please what?” She asked.
“Please make me come,” He pled, his wings splaying again in exhaustion.
“Do you think you deserve it after how you spoke to me this morning?” She asked, her hand running down his firm thigh. He groaned, not responding as his body heaved.
“I…I’m sorry,” He whimpered, dropping his head again to the bed. She smirked, her hand snaking around him to stroke him again and he thrust himself against her hand this time.
“I’m so close…” He moaned and she removed her hand once again. His upper body collapsed on the bed, struggling to control his breathing as yet another orgasm was interrupted. He didn’t speak or even moan this time.
“Do you apologize for threatening me earlier today?” She asked softly, rubbing his back again.
“Ye…yes. Let me make it up to you,” He begged in a whisper.
Feeling her renewed power, she leaned over him to remove the blindfold and whispered, “Turn over to your back.” She felt fearsome and powerful, having this male desperate for her touch. Her mate.
The mating bond whirled in her chest as he complied immediately, rotating around after letting his wings widen out on the large navy bed. His gaze smoldered as he looked up at her, waiting for her direction. She gathered his hands in the leather cuff restraints and tied his bound hands to the top of the bed. He watched her work but didn’t speak.
“Are you ok?” She whispered as her lips met the spot he loved under his ear.
“Yes, my love,” He said tenderly, their shared moment only briefly interrupting their play.
She moved off of him to take off her shirt and pants slowly, before she released her breasts from her sports bra and let her long waves fall down her back. As her hands trailed down to her thong, she watched his eyes following her movement and his cock twitched when her naked body was fully revealed.
“I’m going to ride you now. You’re not allowed to come until I do first, understood?” She asked and he nodded silently. She moved to straddle him, pouring more oil between them before she lined up his cock with her wetness.
“Fuck, Cyra. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” He said staring down between them and she smirked as she slowly lowered herself on the tip of him. She teased him several times, not letting him go in beyond the tip.
“Please…more…” He moaned, throwing his head back.
“Azriel, remember who’s in control here,” She reminded him, fully pulling off of him as his abs clenched and his hips moved to find relief.
“I’m…I’m sorry,” He choked out. She smiled as she lifted up and slowly pressed down against him until he was fully sheathed inside her.
“Ugh, Az. I’ll never get enough of you,” She said breathlessly as she started to ride him. Her hands leaned up to slide forward against his arms, her breasts falling over his mouth and he leaned up to capture her nipple as she ground against him.
Their movements became more frantic as Azriel tried to thrust back up with little leverage other than his hips. She smiled down at him, knowing he was getting close.
“Remember my rule, baby,” She whispered as she felt his body clenching.
“Cyra, let my hands free, please. I promise not to move, I just…I just want to touch you,” He begged, his hands pulling wildly at the restraints. She considered his proposition for a moment before she shook her head and slid her hand down her stomach to touch herself.
One last final show that I am in control here, she thought, her mind finally going blank as the arousal overcame her. His eyes were locked on her hand in utter shock and she rode him harder, relishing in his gaze. The combination sent her toppling over the edge as she watched him go feral with desire for her and he approached his own orgasm.
The room shuddered with them as shadows nearly adsorbed any light present, with the exception of Cyra’s glowing eyes. Azriel came moaning her name, sounding on the brink of a cry as he spilled into her. Their movements trembled before Cyra collapsed on top of him for several moments. They both were quiet, focusing on their breathing before Cyra remembered Azriel was still tied up.
Blushing in the darkness, she reached around blindly to find the restraints before she unfastened them and freed his hands. He instantly wrapped himself around her, her head going to his chest as they tried to steady their breathing. She slipped off of him and curled her body closer.
“I…Cyra…you’re…” He panted, his wings trembling under her.
“It’s ok. I hope I wasn’t too rough,” She said, tracing circles on his chest before he pressed up slightly to look in her eyes. The shadows cleared instantly to allow the daylight back into the room. She lifted her hand, running it up his forearm before meeting his eyes, asking for permission.
He nodded and her hand interlaced with his, the power in him transferring to her. A rebalance from her power surge earlier in the day. He smiled as he felt the flow through their bodies.
“You’re magnificent,” He whispered and she blushed again, patting his chest.
“Remind me to lock you up more often,” She teased and he fell back to the bed, rubbing her back.
“Any time you desire, my lady. And please, at some point let me know what else you like in that drawer,” He said playfully as she poked his ribs in response.
“Do you think Cassian is pissed I made you ditch the morning class?” She asked, her finger tracing down the center line of his body as she watched his muscles respond.
“Don’t know and don’t care, especially if you keep doing that thing with your finger,” He said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Notes:
Let me know what you think! Back to the plot in the next chapter :)
Chapter 23
Notes:
I've been reading TOG and that is slowing down my writing :) Enjoy!
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Chapter Text
“Rhys?” Cyra asked, peeking her head into his office in the River House. Scanning the room, she found Rhys reading papers in his lap while his feet were propped up on the desk and his chair was leaned back. He looked up at her and smiled warmly before running a hand through his hair.
“Come in,” He said, stacking some papers on his desk and sitting upright to face her.
“Is this a bad time?” She asked, noting the slight look of concern on his face.
“No, I could use the break. I’m just going through some of the Velaris vendor revenue issues. More than 10 years since the Hybern war and some traders are still have problems getting their supplies or food needed,” He frowned slightly. Rhys rarely projected emotion to Cyra unless he chose to and in that moment she felt his concern and desire to help.
“Well, they’re lucky to have you to help them. This was the most successful Solstice season yet for Velaris revenue. Or so Feyre told me,” She reassured and he gave her a half smile.
“What are you up to, today? Azriel told me siphon training has been going well. I hardly see you now that you both have been shacking up at the Townhouse,” He smirked, giving her the side eye. She rolled her eyes.
“I saw you three days ago when we went to lunch. And you know how to reach me,” She said tapping her forehead. “Besides, I doubt you want us in your house after…previous incidents. Siphon training has been great since we figured out where to place the jewel on my hand. Azriel’s patience is saintly and I’m not sure how he can adsorb all that I feed to him. That’s actually why I’m here today,” She said, her eyes meeting his.
“Oh?”
“I’d like to return to the Day Court. I need to mend my relationship with Helion and he mentioned last time I was there that he has books about seraphines,” She said, reading his reaction. He stared at her for a minute, considering.
“Cyra, I won’t stop you…but Azriel might. You two have been through so much and when you leave things tend to go…badly,” He cringed and she knew he was recalling her trips to the Day and Autumn Courts.
“I know, I know. But as you may have noticed, we haven’t completed the mating bond yet…” She said, trailing off.
“I have. Is everything…ok? Do you still want to? I mean you two are quite affectionate in public so I can’t imagine that’s the issue,” He teased and she blushed.
“I want to more than anything. But I have to know that completing the mating bond won’t…do something to him. Something harmful,” She said and his brows furrowed.
“Like what?” He asked.
“Like…what if it changes our power exchange? Or what if I take some of his power. Or any other number of horrible things,” She cringed, looking away.
“We have no reason to expect that. All signs suggest that you two will benefit from the union. That has been proven time and time again with your unique bond,” He smiled.
“I…I hope so. But it’s getting harder to wait to complete the bond when my chest feels like it’s going to explode every time I see him. I have to know before he’s stuck with me forever,” She admitted.
“Cyra…I think you’re underestimating how much he wants this too. And that he has no reservations. But, what do you need from me?” Rhys asked.
“Can you keep him busy for the next two days while I go to the Day Court? Distract him so he doesn’t come after me. I need to do this…alone. I’m strong enough, Rhys. My training and powers are more refined now. I won’t let anyone hurt me,” She said softly. He studied her face briefly before his eyes drifted to the family portrait of him, Nyx, and Feyre.
“I will do this for you. But I need your promise that you’ll go for research only and return as quickly as you can. I can’t field him indefinitely. And for the record, I hope you know you never need my permission or Azriel’s to do something like this. We just want you to be protected, Cyra,” He smirked.
“Yes, I know. And I wasn’t really asking,” She winked as she stood up to hug him.
“You better not leave me with no seraphine and a grumpy shadowsinger, Cyra. Come home safely. I’ll let Helion know you’re on the way,” He said as he hugged her back and patted her head.
***
Changing into a pair of brown leather pants and a white tunic, Cyra left right away for the Day Court. She penned a note for Azriel and left it on their bed at the townhouse while he was trained the Valkyrie.
My sweet shadowsinger,
I’ve gone to the Day Court to research seraphine history for a few days. Please don’t worry about me - I promise to stay at the High Lord’s estate, safely confined to the library. I’ll miss you every moment. Meet me in our dreams,
Love, Cyra
Before he could return, she light traveled to the Day Court, landing in the courtyard to Helion’s private residence.
“Well, well, well. My favorite seraphine is in the Day Court. Thanks for the reminder to fix my wards,” Helion smirked from his breakfast table in the garden. He stood up, arms open to welcome her with a hug.
“I apologize for the short notice, High Lord. I hope I’m not disturbing you? Rhys said he would contact you first,” Cyra said, reciprocating the hug and smiling back.
“Not at all and he did, thank you. Have you had breakfast? Join me,” He said, motioning to his table and she nodded appreciatively. He poured her some coffee as she picked up a croissant from a bread basket.
“The weather here is quite lovely for the dead of winter, High Lord,” Cyra mused, looking at how the orange trees swayed to a warm breeze and the honeysuckle trees leaned over their table, perfuming the space.
“I may be providing a little help with my powers,” He mused, waving his hand to shoot a warm wind through the area. “So what do I owe the pleasure of this lovely visit? I wish your last visit had ended on a…more positive note,” He said smiling warmly.
“I’m so sorry for all of that. We’ve resolved our…issues,” She said sheepishly. “But it’s part of the reason I’m here,” She said as Helion raised an eyebrow.
“Please, continue,” He said.
“I need to know more about my…kind. Anything I can find in your extensive libraries will help my research. Would it be ok if I look around them? I only need to stay one or two nights,” She asked, taking a sip of coffee.
“Of course. In fact, I’ll ask the library administration to find you some help so you’re not digging through stacks alone. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like in your previous room. I am curious though about one thing…are you using a siphon?” He asked, staring down at the large lilac gem on her palm. She blushed, studying it for a moment.
“Azriel thought it might…help,” She shrugged, covering her hand with her shirt sleeve as she nervously brushed her hair back.
“He’s a smart one, isn’t he? Gorgeous too. You two really are well matched. I take it you have better control on your powers now?” He asked and she reddened more, nodding her head.
“I can demonstrate for you if we can find a private training ring tonight. I must warn you, High Lord. Eris told me that the Autumn Court has spies in your inner court. He told me when he…kidnapped me,” She cringed, concern on her face.
“Unfortunately, it’s true. I heard about what he did from Rhys. I’m very sorry my training ring didn’t protect you and I’ve eliminated the threat. However it’s always possible there are more. I’ll create an invisibility ward so you can show me this evening. I’d love to learn how the siphon helps you,” He said sincerely and she smiled, nodding.
“Thank you. If it’s alright, I’ll depart for the libraries now,” She said and Helion nodded, standing up as she stood from the table, thanking him for breakfast.
***
Cyra stared down at the list she’d made from her day of reading, blowing air out swiftly as she ran a hand through her hair and traced it over her long braid. She was sitting in her favorite library alcove, combing through books and records to find any mention of seraphine magic.
Her thoughts wandered to her last time she was in this alcove, when Azriel had cornered her right before he found out she was her mate. Her face warmed as she thought of their first time together before she shook her thoughts away and looked back at her list:
List of Recorded Seraphine Characteristics
- Duality of Power Hues (no specific hues mentioned)
- One primary power that holds the impact factor
- A secondary power that serves as the conduit
- Power Transfer with Intent (seraphine must want for transfer to happen)
- Power Adsorption (typically at the death of an ancient creature by the hand of the seraphine, but can occur when transferred by another creature, including fae)
- Light Harvesting (manifests in skin and eye luminescence, unique eye color)
- Feathered Wings with Large Wingspan (no specific color however white is predominant; typical to have ability to illusion away wings)
- Daemati-Related Tendencies (indeterminant - can range from heightened senses to full mind-reading and control)
- Unique Distance Traveling (use of speed of light to travel through spaces, typically low effort and innately programmed)
- Weakened by Shadowbone (all forms can immobilize seraphine powers)
Cyra sighed, rereading her list as she tried to find specific mention of new characteristics. Unfortunately, she’d become aware of nearly all the characteristics in the last 6 months during her time in the Night Court.
Through all the documents, there was no mention of mates or the mating bond. She rubbed her eyes, looking at the clock as her body and mind started to feel the exhaustion of 8 hours of research.
“Hi!! The head librarian told you need an assistant and I am HERE to help! What topics are you…Oh.” The female voice trailed off as Cyra looked up and had to blink several times to believe who she was seeing.
Long red hair, piercing teal eyes, sweet smile, sparkly personality, she thought before cringing internally as she kept her expression neutral.
“Gwyn,” Cyra said calmly as she forced a small smile. He’s with you, Cyra. He’s with you. Gwyn is a friend of the Night Court and has a mate now. Focus, Cyra.
“Hi,” Gwyn said shyly, her eyes flickering from the books to Cyra. “I can…I can find someone else to help you. If you prefer. I’ll do that,” She said sweetly turning around.
“No! No, that’s not necessary, Gwyn,” Cyra half smiled and Gwyn nodded nervously.
“So…what can I help you with?” Gwyn smiled sweetly, her fingers moving to twist a piece of her hair.
“Gwyn…I…I owe you an apology. On many levels,” Cyra said, sighing as she motioned for Gwyn to sit across from her on the large leather chair. Gwyn moved to the chair and sat rigidly.
“No, Cyra, you really don’t-” Gwyn started.
“I do. Please…I do. I know we haven’t interacted much but I need to apologize to you. I know Azriel told you about my accidental…visit to the House of Wind. When I saw you and him together, my reaction wasn’t one of anger towards you. I’m so sorry for what happened. It wasn’t intentional and I was…insanely jealous. You had what I wanted for more than 10 years.”
“Cyra, I know but believe me, it’s over now,” Gwyn interrupted and Cyra smiled as she continued.
“But I understood why he wanted you, Gwyn. Why he wanted you both to have a mating bond. You’re sweet, smart, and beautiful. And so strong. I just want you to know that I respect you and I know why Azriel loves you. Yes, loves. You will always be special to him. And I knew that even when you were still with Azriel too. I grateful he had…has you as a friend now. I don’t even know if this all makes sense. I really am not trying to offend-”
Before Cyra could finish, Gwyn pulled her in for a tight hug and Cyra had to take a moment to realize what was happening before she hugged her back. After several minutes, they both loosened and look at each other before Gwyn spoke.
“I’m so happy for you both. He deserves the world and you do too. At the Solstice ball, Azriel told me everything. What you did for the Night Court - killing those kelpie and dying when you destroyed them. And then Helion told me what Eris did to you. I can’t imagine what that was like. While it didn’t work out for Azriel and me, we’re both with our mates now. We’re all so lucky. I just…I just want you to be comfortable with me, Cyra. I’d love for us to be friends one day, but for now, I just want you to feel relaxed around me,” Gwyn said sincerely and Cyra nodded, smiling.
“I’d like that too, Gwyn,” She said, squeezing her hand.
“So…what can I help you with?” Gwyn asked, reading Cyra’s list and scanning the books on the table.
“I hope that this research can stay between us. I am researching the impacts of the mating bond on seraphines and their…potential non-seraphine partners. I need…I need to know that Azriel won’t be affected if…when we complete the mating bond,” She said sheepishly, avoiding Gwyn’s eyes. Gwyn walked back to her and squeezed her shoulder.
“I think it’s amazing you’re looking into this before accepting the bond. I will help you. Let me pull some older volumes of the Ancient Creature Records,” Gwyn smiled, heading out of the room and Cyra took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
Dark female talons tapped on her mental wall before she could exhale completely.
Hello there, High Lady. Cyra thought, smiling inwardly.
Your mate is driving me nuts. I thought you asked Rhys to send him away for a few days? Feyre said, annoyance radiating from her mind.
I did…where is he? I see that Rhys wasn’t successful, Cyra asked.
No, apparently not. He did go to the Illyrian Mountains for one task but then refused to go with Lucien to the human lands. He said he needed to be here when you got back so…he’s at our house. He just ransacked the kitchen looking for dark chocolate while muttering something about you and now I’ve forced him to work with Nyx on his flying skills. At least you left him a note this time. Otherwise he would have destroyed this house and the Townhouse, Feyre mused.
Oh my. I’m sorry. I’ll be home tomorrow. Is he furious? She asked tentatively.
Not at all. He’s just back to his puppy dog eyes. Rhys and Cassian are giving him hell. NEVER LEAVE VELARIS AGAIN. I can’t be forced to babysit Nyx, Rhys, Cassian and sad Azriel at one time, Feyre yelled and Cyra chuckled to herself.
I promise to follow all my High Lady’s orders! Cyra thought, smiling and Feyre chuckled before exiting her mind.
Gwyn returned, placing a stack of records on the desk and they began looking through them as another librarian brought them a tray of tea and biscuits. The boost of energy had them both sprawled on the rich, carpeted floor, sifting through old documents for any mention of seraphines.
After a few hours, the effort seemed futile and Cyra rubbed her eyes, resolving to head back to Helion’s main estate. Gwyn nodded, deciding to keep research a little while longer.
“Wait! Look at this,” Gwyn said, pointing to a section of the text to read aloud, just as Cyra was packing her small bag:
Should a seraphine choose to have a partner, the partner need not be of seraphine birth. Seraphine mates are always characterized by an ability to balance the seraphine’s power surge. In modern times, powerful fae and seraphines can live together successfully with no repercussions to either party, unless offspring are desired. Seraphines should only attempt to have offspring with other winged fae to prevent delivery complications.
Seraphines in general have lower birth rates than other fae; the reason for this statistic is unknown. It may take upwards of 20 years to conceive. Historical records show that seraphines have successfully completed mating bonds with other seraphines and winged fae of both feathered and non-feathered varieties. It should be noted that mating bond can only occur between winged creatures for obvious procreation reasons.
When seraphines accept the mating bond, both to other seraphines and winged fae, the mate of the seraphine receives a duplicate of the seraphine’s magical powers and the reciprocal occurs. Essentially, the mated pair become mirror images .
This has been observed for all seraphine skills, such as Daemati properties, light-traveling, and power surging. The exchange and replication of powers occurs after the mating bond ceremony and consummation is complete. At that time, both parties will receive a surge of power followed by an intense mating urge that may extend upwards to a month.
Cyra froze, hearing Gwyn read. Her eyes scanned the section over and over, checking to make sure she hadn’t misread it.
“We’re going to…become mirror images?” Cyra said to no one in particular.
“Wow. You’re going to give Azriel a run for his money - two shadowsingers and two seraphines in the Night Court. Rhys is going to be so happy,” Gwyn chuckled and Cyra tried to shake her head out of her stupor.
“Gwyn…he’s going to be part-Daemati like me. The emotional sensing. That’s…not good,” She rationalized.
“It is good for a shadowsinger. It’s one more layer of protection when he’s spying or interrogating. Holy smokes you two literally are a perfect match because your powers will be exactly the same,” Gwyn realized, shaking her head in amazement this time before turning back to a stunned Cyra. “Are you ok there?” She smiled, touching Cyra’s shoulder.
“I think so. Obviously I have to tell him but…he’s going to be ok. He’s going to be ok,” She smiled, reaching to squeeze Gwyn’s hand.
“He is!! He’ll be more than ok. He’ll be fierce. Just like you,” Gwyn said, tucking a stray hair strand behind Cyra’s ear. “What are you going to do now?”
“I…I don’t know. I think I just need to sleep on this, I think. I promised Helion I’d demonstrate my powers before I leave,” Cyra said and Gwyn nodded, standing up with the book.
“I will make you a copy of this and bring it over first thing tomorrow. Is it ok if I visit you then, before you leave?” She asked timidly.
“Please do. I look forward to it,” Cyra smiled at Gwyn as they said goodnight. She was left with her thoughts and the words echoing on the page in her mind as she headed back to the estate. Training would help to distract her thoughts.
***
Cyra crawled into bed after working with Helion for an hour. Surprisingly, he had a few helpful tips to improve Cyra’s light stream accuracy. The exercises exhausted her more than usual without Azriel’s power balance and when her head hit the pillow, she was instantly in the first stage of sleep, dreams taking over her mind.
“Cyra…” She heard Azriel moan as she suddenly awoke in her the dream. She looked around and noticed she was back in the their townhouse room and he was lying on his back under the sheets, touching himself.
His eyes flickered open as he saw here. “You’re here,” He smiled, sitting up slightly, one hand remaining under the sheets.
“I am…did you summon me here?” She asked, her gaze heavy on the erection straining against the navy sheets and he noticed. A slow smile crossed his face.
“I did. I’m not used to sleeping alone anymore,” He smirked, his hand resuming his movements. “Has your trip been successful?”
“Yes,” She said breathlessly, although all her thoughts had exited her mind as she focused on what he was doing. Her gaze ran up his naked chest and Illyrian tattoos, framed by his large dark wings. Even in the moonlight, he was stunning. She reached to pull the sheets back when he grabbed them.
“Ah, ah, ah. I just summoned you here to tell you I love you. And I miss you. And to make sure you’re safe. The arousal part is just a…necessary requirement of our dreamland,” He chuckled as he slowed his hand movements, needing a break.
“So you’re not going to…finish?” She said, biting her lip as she studied his face.
“Oh I am…but you need to go to sleep. I can feel your exhaustion. Did you train today with Helion?” He asked, his breath hitching.
“Yes…Azriel, I’m fine. Let me help-” She begged.
But before she could, her eyes flickered open to her dark, Day Court room and she sighed. The dreamland was lost. Snuggling back into her pillows, she groaned and she tried to focus on falling back asleep as the fatigue hit her.
***
Mate. My mate is going to be ok, she thought as she got ready to travel home the next morning. Today is the day, she thought nervously. I hope I don’t puke, she groaned. You can do this, Cyra. You’ve waited over 10 years for this day.
The thought made her heart jump and the mating bond pulse wildly. The action must have alerted Azriel because she felt him tug on the bond and she smiled, tugging back. Contentment beat between them through the bond.
She let her long, wet waves air dry in the warm Day Court breeze coming in from her balcony and pulled on a pair of fitted beige pants and white flowing tunic. On top of the tunic, she laced a floral corset bodice loosely and fitted her lilac siphon back on her hand.
She heard a knock on her door as she applied a bit of rouge to her lips.
“Come in!” She called and the door swung open.
“Good morning! I’m just dropping off the papers and I brought you a muffin for your trip back!” Gwyn said enthusiastically.
“Thank you so much, Gwyn, but I actually need help with one more thing today,” Cyra asked, her eyes hopeful.
“Of course! What do you need?” She asked.
“Do you…know how to bake? Is there a kitchen we could use here?” Cyra asked nervously. A large smile crossed Gwyn’s face as realization hit her.
“YES!” She shrieked.
Notes:
This chapter worked out exactly how I wanted but it took me FOREVER to figure out. I just felt like she needed closure on several topics. So excited for what's to come!
Chapter 24
Notes:
It's happening, It's HAPPENING! Everyone stay calm. Everyone stay Fing calm!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
I can do this. I can do this. He’s your mate, Cyra. This is all you could have wanted and more. Be strong, Cyra chanted to herself as she light-traveled to the Townhouse’s front doors. Deciding to give herself the extra few moments to go up the main stairs, she opened the front door and headed for the large staircase to search for Azriel.
Surprisingly, the house was completely quiet. Come to think of it, I can’t feel him anywhere close, she considered, tapping into the mating bond’s invisible string. Frowning, she scanned their room before her eyes fell on a note left on her pillow:
I have a mission for you. Find me. Follow my scent. I’ll give you a hint: I’m three mountains peaks east of Velaris. Fly. Hurry, mate.
Furrowing her eyebrows, Cyra scanned the room again for any signs of distress. He’d definitely written the note; she had his neat yet distinct handwriting memorized. Lifting it to her nose, she inhaled his strong cedar scent deeply and sighed out, relishing in his familiar aroma.
Her emotions changed from concern to intrigue. He was playing a game with her and she felt her blood pressure rise in anticipation. Unhiding her wings, she walked towards the room’s balcony and threw open the doors as cold air rushed in.
This is going to be one chilly flight, she thought. While the distance wasn’t long, she decided she needed an extra layer of warmth so she threw a heavy sweater made for wings over her head and sealed the seams with her magic. Leaping from the balcony’s ledge, she felt the cold, winter winds catch under her wings and generate lift as she coasted in the direction of the mountains.
The large, snow-capped mountains weren’t far from the main town but they did have considerable altitude. Cyra fluttered her white feathered wings to gain elevation as she entered a narrow passage between the mountains. Hoping to stay out of range of ground observation, she aimed to fly high enough to still scan the ground while not being seen by civilians.
As she entered the second mountain peak area, she took a deep inhale and faintly caught Azriel’s scent Northeast of her location. He must have flown a similar route.
Pivoting, she navigated to the third peak where his scent was stronger. She circled one side of the mountain range, scanning the surface of the mountain. It was mostly desolate with rows and rows of pine trees covered in snow. There were a few tree clearings, but she didn’t see him or any signs of him.
Where are you, Azriel? She thought, her gaze urgently scanning the mountain’s geography. Before she could circle again, she felt him tug on their bond. Her mate. The feeling felt close; like he was below her, but the spot under here was empty.
Circling to the other side of mountain, she looked down and noticed a small cottage about a third of the way up the mountain nestled in a grove of trees. Smoke billowed out from it’s small chimney and the cottage was lit with fae lights twinkling even in the midday winter sun.
From the outside, the two story cottage didn’t look like much; it was a charming cobblestone structure that had some vines weaving up the front. A minimal entrance was framed with a stone pathway and the front garden was decorated with bushes covered in snow.
She imagined they would flower in the summer in an array of colors. Examining the structure more, she surmised that the cottage looked to have been remodeled recently. The older frame and decor was accented with a small balcony and large glass doors on one side that overlooked the mountain range.
Before she could investigate, she felt the tug stronger this time. Urging. She almost lurched from the force he’d put into that tug. Is he asking me to land at the cottage? She thought, looking in the direction of the cottage again and feeling the same strong tug.
She hesitated before dipping down to hover near the balcony. This feels all sorts of wrong…these poor people, she mused as she peeked in the large glass doors. She saw a figure walking to the balcony in a shroud of shadows before it opened the doors and strode out to the balcony’s edge.
“Took you long enough,” He smirked, leaning on the balcony ledge. Her eyes scanned over his body from his large, flared wings to the dark gray turtle neck sweater that was half tucked into his black pants. He crossed his arms, lifting one eyebrow at her.
Cyra rolled her eyes but laughed lightly as she fluttered in front of him. “What is this place?” She asked, still not landing.
“Are you coming in, or what?” He asked, motioning for her to join him on the balcony. She navigated to the balcony’s stone ground and quickly tucked her wings as she gained her footing. Before she could vanish them, he stopped her.
“Leave them out. Please,” He begged softly and she nodded. She knew he loved her wings but she still had a hard time accepting them, as much as she loved to fly. One of his hands brushed the feathers on the tip of one wing and she bristled as he smiled at her then reached out to intertwine a hand.
The energy transfer was instant; he provided power to her to replenish her exercises from the previous day and they both shuddered from the pleasurable transfer. Every time the transfer was complete, she felt a surge of adoration for him.
“I missed you,” She whispered, closing her eyes and leaning into him as the transfer teetered off and their foreheads rested against each others.
“I missed you more,” He smirked, eyes still closed as his free hand traced along her cheek. “Come in,” He said, opening his eyes and pulling away to guide her inside the small cottage.
She looked around the room off the balcony; a large kitchen with a marble island outfitted with most kitchen tools. A cozy living room opened to the kitchen with white couches and warm, fur throws. A fire blazed in the living room fireplace. Down the hall appeared to be two bedrooms. The space was minimal and welcoming. A home.
Her gaze shifted to his, brows furrowing in question. He smiled warmly.
“I…I thought this could be our first home. If you like,” He said, scanning her reaction. “Feyre decorated but we both wanted it to feel…comfortable. Safe. Like home. Like you,” He shrugged before he looked at her again. “If you don’t like it…”
“I love it, Azriel. It’s absolutely perfect. It’s…our home,” She smiled widely to scan the room again before turning to him.
“Really? You like it?” He asked, relief flooding her face. She nodded, leaning in to kiss him and he kissed her back gently. Pulling away to look around again, she continued.
“I really do. But what about you? It should feel like you too,” She said sincerely.
“Don’t worry. I brought many of my things here. Many of the things you found in my drawers,” He said with a wicked smile and she playfully hit his chest.
“You’re incorrigible,” She teased, reaching out to feel the soft fur throws on the couch. He studied her for a few moments as she explored.
“I want you to feel relaxed enough here to leave your wings out. To be yourself. You can jump out the window whenever you want to take a flight,” He said, motioning to the balcony. “You don't have to be...invisible here. Rhys helped me use magic to bring the furniture in. There’s a master bedroom and then an extra room for whatever we’d like. An office, training equipment, or a guest…” He paused and her eyes looked to him to see why he had hesitated.
“Or if one day, we want to have a family, we could use it for that too. Not saying we have to, of course. Only if you wanted to. I really shouldn’t have even brought that up, we haven’t even spoken…” He said nervously rambling as he ran a hand through his hair. She reached up to grab his hand.
“That sounds wonderful. I’d…I’d love to have a family with you one day, Azriel, if you want to. If we’re blessed with a child. I read that seraphine conception can be…challenging. So it could just be us. As long as I’m with you, I’m complete,” She reassured, squeezing his hand and he smiled widely, nodding.
They stood in silence several moments before Cyra looked at him. She reached a hand in her pocket.
“Well since we’re talking about the future…I brought you something. You don’t have to open it now. It’s for whenever you’d like to open it. I used some magic to keep it fresh,” She said nervously, pulling out a small gift wrapped pouch. Azriel looked at it intensely without taking it as he took a deep breath in.
“Is that…sugar I smell? And lavender?” He asked, his quiet voice cracking slightly. She could feel his emotions flowing to her. Excitement. Nervousness. Anticipation.
“It was my mother’s favorite recipe to make for Nebar and me. They’re lemon lavender cookies,” She smirked, blushing slightly.
“Did you…make them?” He asked.
“Yes. I had a little guidance but they were made by me. For you,” She said, her breath hitching. He stared at her for a moment before smiling and his gaze shifted to the cookies as she pulled the pouch back away from him.
“There’s something I need to tell you before you take these. Something I learned from my trip to the Day Court,” She said swiftly, looking away and he gave her a questioning look.
“Yes?”
“If we complete the bond one day…” She started before he cut her off.
“When we complete the bond,” He said firmly and she blushed again.
“When we complete the bond and we…”
“Fuck…many times…” He smirked and she poked his chest.
“Yes, that. Something is going to happen,” She said anxiously.
“I think I know what happens when we fuck, Cyra,” Azriel smiled widely and she smacked his chest again.
“We’re going to…your magic will…our powers will be mirrored. We’ll have our own powers and each others,” She cringed, bracing for his reaction. He studied her face before he lifted a hand to push the hair away from her cheek.
“I know,” He said intently, not leaving her eyes and confusion crossed her face.
“You…you know? How?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows as he sighed. It seemed like he was looking for the right words to say as he kept touching her hair.
“I might have been in the Autumn Court last night and…Eris told me,” He cringed.
“Wait, wait, wait. You went to Autumn? Why?” She asked incredulously and he hesitated.
“Since we returned to Velaris after you were kidnapped, I haven’t been able to rest knowing Eris intentionally used you to kill those kelpie. He put your life at risk and when you went to the Day Court, it brought back all the memories of you being taken from me. I…I never should have left you after the Solstice Ball. I know, I know. You left at your own will this time and were safe in the Day Court,” He said, his eyes trailing to wall as he continued explaining.
“I didn’t give a shit that Rhys wanted to maintain diplomatic relations after what Eris did. I still don’t. I’d like to kill Eris for almost killing you,” He admitted, looking back at her.
“So I paid him a visit in the middle of the night. I needed to work off my anger and nothing had been helping. I found him at a bar drinking with his brothers so I waited for him to go to the bathroom. I might have…strangled him a bit in the shadows,” Azriel said with a half smile and Cyra gaped.
“Anyway, when he was trying and failing to fight me off, he said he knew something about you that I would want to know. And of course…I…I had to be sure you were safe, so I indulged him. Turns out he had come across some historical records that said exactly what you just mentioned,” He admitted, his eyes going back to hers.
“Why would he tell you this information?” Cyra asked.
“He claimed that he had letters ready to be sent magically to all the High Lords with the information if he was injured further. I honestly should have just killed him but we do need him to eventually replace Beron,” Azriel grumbled.
“Why would the High Lords care?” She questioned.
“You don’t think the other High Lords will want to know that the Night Court has two shadowsinger/seraphine hybrids?” He mused, sighing as he said it out loud. “Fortunately, once we complete the mating bond here, we’ll official be part of the Night Court and mostly untouchable,” He reassured.
“Were you going to tell me?” Cyra whispered, unsure if she should be angry or relieved.
“Of course I was. I was going to tell you tonight but I also didn’t want to cloud your decision or…concern you. And I didn’t think you were going to offer me…this amazing gift tonight,” He said eyeing her small decorative pouch of cookies before searching her face for a reaction.
“And you…you’re not worried about taking on my magic? The emotions, the light surging, the-” She said before he cut her off.
“No. I am worried about you having to take on more. Are you concerned about being able to control light and shadow?” He asked.
“Honestly…No. I know I can handle it. It feels right,” She said with no hesitation. He smiled warming.
“We’ve endured a lot already and one thing we’ve learned from all of it is that we’re stronger together. We don’t know what exactly will happen after the mating ceremony but I know it will benefit us both. Cyra, I want you…I want you to be mine,” He said, interlacing their hands again as the power surged between them.
Cyra studied his face for a moment before a small smile crossed her face.
“Ok,” She said softly.
“Ok? Ok ok?” Azriel asked, crouching down to be eye level with her face and she laughed, pulling her body closer to his.
“OK, ok. Whenever you’re ready, shadowsinger,” She smirked and held up the cookie pouch to him. Azriel took a deep breath, staring at the pouch before he took it in his hands and pulled out a cookie.
“You’re going to do it now?” She gasped, her eyes watching his every movement. Looking straight back at her, he brought the cookie to his mouth and took the first bite.
His eyes rolled back in his head as he chewed. “This is the best fucking cookie I’ve ever had,” He moaned and she gave him a knowing look.
“Really, Azriel? Is that an exaggeration or are you just excited for what’s to come? Also, we need to discuss how you beat the shit out of Eris-” Cyra said before she was cut off by a kiss. Cookie crumbles covered their lips as they kissed and laughed together. Azriel grabbed the next two cookies and ate each one in one bite.
“Azriel! Not so fast!” She chastised as he finished the bag and dropped it on the floor before his hands wrapped around her and he pulled her legs up around his waist. He swallowed the last of the cookie and grinned at her.
“No more talking. I need you, mate,” He whispered and a chill ran down Cyra’s spine.
“Say it again,” She asked softly, her hands around his neck as his lips dipped down to kiss under her ear.
“Mate. You’re mine,” He growled as he pushed her on the kitchen island. His kisses trailed back to her mouth as they fought for control of the kiss. The mating bond was whirling out of control in her heart as a totally new feeling poured into her body.
“Do you feel that?” Cyra asked pulling away as her hand covered her heart and she panted. He nodded, meeting her eyes as he pulled her hand to feel his heart, pounding equally hard.
“Something is changing,” He murmured, trying to understand.
“Holy Mother Above, everything in my body is saying I need you right now,” Cyra gasped as her focus shifted to his overly clothed body and she pulled at his thick turtleneck. Azriel didn’t speak as he ripped her sweater down the front.
“Oh come on…a corset and a shirt under this?” He groaned and she giggled as she pulled his sweater over his head before she helped him untie her corset. Before she could finish, he ripped it down the center, tearing the laces across the seams and cupping her breasts through her shirt.
“Oh…oh this feels different. It’s so…intense,” She moaned as his mouth reached for her nipple and his tongue soaked through the fabric before he pulled it off. “Azriel!”
“I’m going to fuck you right here on this counter if you keep saying my name like that. And then I’m going to fuck you again on the floor. And maybe after a few more times, we’ll make it to the bedroom so I can properly bed you,” He said, pushing her back on the counter to pull her boots and pants off.
“Can’t your shadows help take off all this clothing, you’re moving too slowly,” She demanded and he chuckled, lying her flat down as her wings splayed behind her, taking up nearly the whole kitchen island. He yanked her panties off with her pants and ran a finger through her wetness. Before she could reach for his trousers, he spread her legs wider and knelt down.
“My perfect little seraphine. You’re so wet for me already,” He smirked up at her before he dove down to lick her core.
“Azriel!” She yelled, her hand covering her mouth. He continued to lick along her clit as one hand reached up to move her hand away from her mouth and he pulled away briefly.
“You don’t have to be quiet up here, Cyra. That’s the whole point. There’s no one around for miles. I want to hear every moan. Every scream,” He said wickedly and she nearly came from the look on his face. He moved back down to thrust his tongue against her again.
Throwing her head back, the sensations overwhelmed her as the mating bond thrived more than ever and Azriel’s movements gained intensity. He started circling her clit with his tongue as he pushed a finger into her entrance and touched the spongy g-spot inside her. It wasn’t tender or slow; this interaction was primal. Feral.
The moans escaping her mouth were something she’d never heard from herself before. He added another finger and increased the thrust of them as he sucked harder on her.
“You’re mine, Azriel. Mine. Oh Cauldron,” She whimpered as she felt her self-control slipping and her orgasm approaching. Her back arched and her fingers plunged into his hair, pulling and straining against his mouth.
She was nearly grinding into his face as she felt her body approach the edge, and all the embarrassment and self-doubt left her as she looked down at her mate, devouring her. Azriel reached a hand around her ass to push her body into him and she felt her climax crash around her.
“Azriel!” She screamed as her body trembled and pulsed in response to him. The mating bond swelled in her chest, expanding and taking up more space as she shuddered. In the periphery of her mind, she heard Azriel moan but she was too wrapped up in her haze to know what was happening.
Slowly bringing movement back to her limbs, she cracked open her eyes as the blurry room came into focus. Her breathing was labored as she tried to regain her surroundings. She pushed her upper body up to look at him and noticed he was still kneeling between her legs, looking down. Crouched, she couldn’t see much of his expression.
“Az? Are you ok?” She asked breathlessly and he looked up before he stood, shirtless. There was a large, wet stain on his black pants that he looked at briefly and blushed.
“Did you just…in your pants?” She asked furrowing her eyebrows and he reddened deeper.
“That hasn’t happened to me since I was 14 years old. I came from just watching you come undone. Fuck, the mating bond is intense,” He panted.
“Are you still hard?” She said, staring at his large erection hungrily.
“Yes. And it feels like nothing happened. I’m beginning to understand why mates don’t leave the house for weeks…” He trailed off in a daze before his gaze shifted back to her.
“Should we tell someone we’re going to be busy for a while?” She asked, sitting up fully now, her eyes trailing his tattoos. Her desire for him hadn’t quenched in the least and it seemed that he felt the same way; his eyes scanned her totally naked body, sprawled on the counter.
“Later. It can all wait for later,” He hissed, pulling his belt off as she leaned forward to watch him. He unbuttoned his pants and his cock bounced free as his boxers came down. The purple head glistened from his ejaculation and she nearly growled at the sight.
She pulled on his arm, their bodies moving flush against each other as he stood between her legs. She felt his hard cock rub against her swollen core and groaned in response.
Their movements became frantic again as she jumped down from the counter to touch his straining cock. She used the wetness there to lubricate her hand and he shuddered from her touch. Just as she started to kneel in front of him, he pulled her back up.
“I need to be inside you right now. The mating bond…I fucking need you. You’re mine. Say it,” He begged, twisting her around so her upper body leaned on the counter while he spread her open from behind.
“Yes, yes. I’m yours,” She groaned, pushing her ass back against his cock. He held her waist in one hand as his other hand moved down to guide his cock up and down her entrance to gather her wetness before he pushed the tip inside.
They both moaned loudly, the sensations overwhelming as he barely thrust in. Despite the many times they’d been together before, he was still large and took adjustment.
“I am trying…and failing to give you time to adjust, baby. I want you so bad,” He said, moving his hand up to grip her shoulder as he thrust forward deeper.
“I can take it…don’t hold back,” She cried out as he thrust again all the way, his movement needy and wild.
“Again, Azriel,” She encouraged as he thrust faster, his hand running up and down her spine, between her wings. She felt him trembling as he thrust, overcome with the magic of the mating bond.
Before she knew what was happening, a large smack hit one side of ass and she gasped as he did it again, pooling redness to the area.
“Say it again, Cyra,” He gritted out, rubbing his palm on her ass where he had slapped her.
“You’re mine. My mate,” She said through her teeth as his hand snaked around to touch her from the front. His finger circled her clit as she whimpered louder, gyrating back against him. His movements got more frantic as he thrust faster.
For a split second, a moment of consciousness entered his mind. He immediately stopped and pulled back as she turned slightly to look behind her.
“Why did you stop?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
“Let’s move to the floor. I need you closer when we complete the bond,” He whispered, pulling her hand to follow him to the large fur rug on the living room floor. She felt her heart flutter with his words and tenderness.
He sat up, his back lightly leaning on the couch to prevent his wings from being pressed too hard and he guided her down to straddle his waist. In this position, their bodies were fully flush, chest to chest and face to face. She was in control; he was giving her the power in this significant moment.
Mother save me, there is no outside world in this moment. Only him. Forever, she thought, running her hands through his hair as they both savored the moment before the frenzy took over.
And seconds later, she remembered his cock was pressed against her wet core and all she had to do was lean up slightly for him to slide in. She leaned in to kiss him deeply as she hovered her hips up so the tip of his cock grazed her entrance and then sat fully on him. He groaned through the kiss at the feeling of their union.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” He whispered as her hips moved faster and his hands grazed down to grip them.
“I sure hope not, mate,” She said, pushing harder against him this time. He kissed her collarbone before his hands moved to intertwine with her hands and the pulse of their energy transferred between them.
“Oh Mother…it feels different,” She moaned, the energy transfer almost arousing her. He nodded into her neck as he felt the familiar sensation transformed to something new.
All thought and focus left Cyra’s mind as the pleasure from the energy transfer and their position took over. She closed her eyes, moving faster and more frantically as the magic between them manifested.
She heard the sound of snapping and cracked her eyes to find that sparks and shadows were seeping from their joined hands. She groaned, closing her eyes again and moving rapidly against him as his lips trailed her jaw, his own body clenched in anticipation.
Her open mind allowed all his emotions to flow through her. Desire. Love. Happiness. Calmness. Acceptance.
“I’m so close, come with me, baby,” He murmured into her ear. Without much warning, her orgasm claimed her and she felt Azriel shudder against her in pleasure, their magic, emotions, and physical touch melding into one, powerful entity.
While she couldn’t see it, she could feel the pulsating mating bond explode into something new and power radiated from her chest down to their intertwined hands, even as her movements slowed.
She didn’t dare to open her eyes again as she rested fully against him, her body falling limply into his chest. The only thing she could hear was his heartbeat and an overwhelming sound of the energy transfer.
With him still inside her, she could feel his panting as their breathing tried to catch up and the power surged between them. The mating bond projected happiness and completion.
Eyes still closed, she let a small amount of consciousness return to her mind and she searched to find the mating bond string. Tugging it gently, she felt it’s renewed with strength; a fierce connection.
Even the barely there tug jolted his body against her, and she chuckled as he cursed in response. The surge of power began to wane and sounds of the outside forest returned to her ears.
“So…I guess it worked?” She asked after several moments as she peeked an eye open at him. He fluttered his eyes open and smirked, nodding as he looked down at their intertwined hands.
“Want to take your powers for a test drive before Round 2?” He smiled wickedly.
Notes:
Only a few chapters left until the epilogue. Are there any other scenes you all would like to see?
I have a few ideas for one-shots that may follow this story, but I get very few comments on spicy chapters so either my writing sucks or ya'll hate them or both, ha.
Let me know your thoughts!
Chapter 25
Notes:
Sorry this took me so long! I'm deep into TOG now and too excited to stop reading.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The starry night sky is more vibrant from here on our little mountain, Cyra thought, her eyes gazing out the large window of the bedroom from their bed. The last seven days were a blur; between power training and their primal urges, sleep had been a low priority since they completed the mating bond.
If she was honest with herself, most of their time was spent exploring each other, rather than their powers. The mating bond was hard at work to ensure she and Azriel were focused on their weaknesses for each other, not their new strengths. Fortunately, Feyre had stocked the house with contraceptive tea and plenty of food for any down time they had.
It was a wonder that Cyra was awake. Staring out the large window again, she noticed they’d never pulled down the curtains.
I suppose there’s no need for privacy here. We’re complete alone. The perfect place to hide, she sighed contently, appreciative of the new home that was just them. She smiled to herself as she settled into Azriel’s grasp behind her, wings hidden despite his earlier protests.
She told him she wanted to feel him pressed against her all night, and he acquiesced, agreeing that it was a good enough reason to hide her wings.
She could hear his deep breaths against the back of her body; he’d only been asleep a few hours and she was sure he was exhausted. They hadn’t slept for more than three to four hours a day, opting to eat or play with their new magic when they were exhausted with each other’s bodies.
She’d spent part of the day watching him charge light energy in his hand. The ball of light had rotated happily as he sent more energy to it and she had felt her heart jump with excitement when he resorbed it.
He never got the chance to expel it; the sight of him using her magic turned her on beyond belief and she attacked him every time he practiced. First it had been on the balcony. Then the couch. Then the floor.
Vice versa, she’d barely played with the shadows but she felt their presence all day, feeding her information. Most of it was unimportant, but in truth, they were a lot more comforting that she had anticipated.
They would inform her about Azriel’s whereabouts and feed her other pieces of information, like the temperature outside and the flying conditions.
She wanted to test them out more, but she hadn’t had a moment to try. She let out another deep sigh, her thoughts running through the activities of the last several months and how far she and Azriel had come.
Her mate. Her shadowy and now luminescent mate, she thought, giggling to herself. She hadn’t expected his hazel eyes to start glowing but now they did any time their bond was thriving.
Everything about him made her ravenous. The way he closed his eyes right before he came, the way he loved to take her from behind, and how he always made sure she was satiated from each time together.
She had to hold back a choked laugh when she remembered how she’d accidentally interrupted Azriel’s mental conversation with Rhys by kneeling down before him to take him in her mouth earlier that day.
He had been filling Rhys in on their location and wellbeing when she’d decided she wanted him to moan her name again. Apparently Rhys got some disjointed messages and decided to exit Azriel’s mind himself.
Her mind drifted to all the other ways they’d satisfied the mating bond that week while she absentmindedly lifted her hand and let shadows swirl round each finger. She directed them to weave in and out and twirl around the tips of her fingers. She could feel their delicate tickle soothing her.
“What are you thinking about, Cyra? I can feel your desire…” Azriel whispered with a raspy and half asleep voice. “And I see what you’re doing with those shadows…I find it exceptionally arousing,” He said, pressing a kiss against the back of her neck as he ground his growing erection against her backside.
“Shh…go back to sleep. You need it, Az,” She whispered as she dropped her hand and relished in his warmth.
“Tired of me already?” He mused, his hand sliding down her arm to interlace one hand with hers and exchange power. While he enjoyed the energy transfer prior to their mating bond, now it felt like a ritual he needed to do several times a day. She shuddered with pleasure too, needing to feel his energy.
It felt like an innate function to them both now; like breathing or eating. He sighed as the energy balanced and Cyra settled back more into his chest.
“I’ll never be tired of you, shadowsinger. But you do need to sleep,” She smiled to herself.
“Do it again. Show me,” He whispered in her ear from behind.
“Az…later…” She groaned.
“Do you need some incentive? You haven’t shown me what you can really do. Maybe we can make a game of it. If you use your shadows, I’ll make sure you’re extraordinarily satisfied,” He murmured, his fingers grazing up her naked torso.
Smirking to herself, she held her hand up where he could see it and the shadows swirled again, playing around her hand.
“Well look at you. Putting me out of a job,” He chuckled. “Push out more, let me see how strong your shadows are,” He requested.
She opened her hand more and the shadows poured out of her palm, her hand simultaneously sparking before being quenched. The powers were fighting each other for dominance.
“Very good,” He said grinding against her. “Try to shroud us in shadow,” He demanded softly.
Furrowing her brows, she tried to focus on the shadows but his straining arousal on her backside distracted her.
“Az…you’re making this difficult. You’re…you’re so close to me. Haven’t I proven my capabilities? Slide it in,” She said practically begging, pushing her ass back on his cock as she felt herself reacting to his body.
“Not even close. Try. Please,” He said, not stopping his movements. She swallowed, focusing her concentration on her shadows as she pushed them out intensely to cover them both in a thick blanket of shadow.
Suddenly, darkness surrounded them, masking the starlight that was filtering from the window. Cyra’s eyes strained to find any light, but it was gone, along with any sounds from nature that had been streaming in.
Azriel’s breath against her neck became the only sound and sensation she could feel. His smoky emotions projected to her. Passion. Yearning. Coveting.
“Is this…is this me, or you?” She whispered.
“It’s all you, baby. Cauldron, I love you. I could not be luckier,” He said as his teeth trailed down her neck. Releasing her hand, his fingers trailed down to her stomach, slipping lower between her legs.
“I…I love you too,” She said breathlessly between his strokes.
“I suppose you’ve earned your reward. You’re so wet already,” He mused, nuzzling against her shoulder.
“You act like you’re surprised,” She said, choking through her words as two of his fingers slipped back and forth over her clit.
The darkness around them blocked out all other distractions of the room and she had nothing else to focus on but his touch. His fingers traced lightly once more before sliding down to her throbbing opening.
“Az…” She groaned, reaching her hands behind her to desperately grasp him. “Please just…put it in,” She begged, grinding against his cock nestled against her ass.
“I will, Cyra. But first, you need to get your prize by finding my face in the shadows,” He said in her ear, his fingers still circling her clit tortuously slow.
“What?” She said breathlessly.
“I mean…I think it’s pretty clear what I asked,” He teased, his breath floating down her cheek.
“I don’t…I…what?” She asked again.
“Sit on my face, Cyra,” He whispered, circling her faster before plunging two fingers into her again. She choked a moan from his sudden movement.
“Excuse me?” She asked, her body freezing as he chuckled and withdrew his hand from her warm center.
“So I’m guessing you’ve never done that before? Did I really find something new?” He asked, nuzzling her neck again before placing delicate kisses along it.
“We’ve done a lot of new things, at least for me. And no, no male has ever asked me…to do that,” She sputtered out.
“Lucky me. Get up here,” He said, turning to lie on his back as he gently pulled at her to turn around. She was frozen in place, considering what was happening.
“Won’t I…suffocate you?” She exclaimed, sitting up to stare at him although she could barely see his reaction. She waved the shadows away and starlight filled the room again. He bit back a laugh.
“Are you messing with me?” She asked incredulously before she shoved his chest. He held his hands up in defense as his laughing grew louder.
“I am most certainly not messing with you, Cyra. I’m just enjoying watching your brain explode. A fierce, strong, female seraphine has never sat on a male’s face and come all over him,” He emphasized before she hissed and shoved him down again.
“You’re annoying, spymaster. I think I’ll go find a drink in the kitchen,” She scoffed before his hands wrapped around her waist.
“Not so fast. I’m waiting to give you your reward,” He said, motioning to his face by circling his finger and she struggled to keep a smile from creeping up on her face. “Come…please?” He begged dramatically before he winked and she let out a choked laugh as she moved closer to him.
“How do I…do this?” She asked, a blush spreading across her face. The corner of his mouth lifted before he quickly hid the smile and his hands went to her hips.
“It’s pretty self-explanatory, baby. Hold on to the headboard,” He said, leaning his head back on his pillow as she moved her legs to straddle either side of his head. His hand trailed up her stomach as she clenched her body over him.
“Relax, Cyra. You don’t have to hold yourself up,” He whispered. “Let the shadows out again, please.” She blushed again, looking down at him before she nodded and surrounded them in darkness.
She could feel the press of his face against her core and just as all of the light from the room faded, she felt a light press from his tongue. The feeling shook her; it was much more intense in this angle and she grasped on to the headboard to steady herself.
She felt his lips curl into a smile before he did it again, this time using more pressure and licking a long expanse.
“Az, oh my Cauldron,” She moaned as his tongue worked faster beneath her. His hands moved to press against both ass cheeks, forcing her down more.
One of her hands grasped his hair as the intensity increased and she pulled at it as more sounds escaped her body.
“Azriel!” She cried, when she felt his tongue travel from her clit to her opening and back several times. The change in sensation made her body shudder as her orgasm approached.
Without thinking, her body pressed harder into him, grinding against his working tongue and she felt herself go over the edge. Her body pulsed and trembled with her climax, pinning her to his mouth.
As the sensation became overwhelming, her thighs squeezed against him before she tried to put distance between his mouth and her body but he didn’t relent.
“Az, it’s too much,” She whimpered, pulling at his hair to stop his movements. He withdrew his tongue, instead choosing to run lazy lines up and down her thighs with his hands as she came down from her orgasm, her breathing hitched.
Once she recovered, she moved off of his face to straddle his torso and dissipated the shadows to see his expression as she caught her breath. Starlight flooded in once more and a look of pure, male pride crossed his face. She could see the wetness from her body covering his lips before he ran his wrist over his face.
“Proud of yourself?” She mused, looking down at him.
“Proud to be the first to devour you that way,” He grinned.
“Do you…do you want me to do the same thing to you?” She asked breathlessly as one of her hands trailed behind her to find his straining erection.
“You’re still shy around me?” He teased, his hands cupping her breasts. Her breath caught from his touch as she ground down on him slightly and continued to pump him with her hand. “I want to fuck your mouth…eventually. But right now, I need you to lie down beside me as you were before.”
Before she could move, he guided her down to his arms so they laid side by side, her facing away from him.
“Use your shadows on me. Try to concentrate the shadows into tangible objects. Blind me, baby,” Azriel requested and Cyra nearly choked a gasp. This male. The stuff he comes up with, she thought, trying to control her reaction.
Looking down at her hands, she let the shadows come out and surround his face like a blindfold. She worked them slowly into the shape and texture she wanted. She didn’t need to tie them, but she did need to direct them not to move away from his face.
He wrapped his arms around her, still touching her breasts after he felt his way down to position her top leg over his, opening her up for him. One hand snaked down to position his cock to her entrance and she sucked in a breath.
“Seeing you use my shadows does something to me. The sensations are…heightened when we’re surrounded by them,” He whispered, blindly rubbing the tip of his erection against her.
“They’re not your shadows anymore,” She murmured, throwing her head back as she felt him tease her.
“You’re so ready again. My mate. You’re mine, forever,” He growled as the tip of his cock pressed in.
“Fuck me, Azriel,” She begged and he obliged, thrusting in fully. They both groaned as the shadows along his face shuddered and started to fade. Her hold on their position was weakening as the mating bond tried to take priority.
“Don’t lose them, Cyra,” Azriel demanded, roughly holding her waist as he thrust in again. She cried out in pleasure, her ability to focus on magic nearly nonexistent. “Do I need to stop?” He asked, slowing his movements.
“Don’t. You. Dare. Stop.” She gritted out, releasing more shadows to wind around his face and Azriel smirked to himself as he pushed back in again.
“Good girl…” He murmured, kissing her shoulder as he worked her faster. His hand moved down the front of her body to touch her, stroking in time with his thrusts.
Shadows swirled around them both, their movement frantic and wild.
“You better not stop this time, Azriel,” She demanded as his head fell to her collarbone, sucking on the sensitive skin. Just as she was starting to lose herself in his thrusts, she felt a whisper of something graze her nipples before they pinched delicately. She gasped, looking down to see two small, delicate shadows hooked on her breasts.
“What are you…” She trailed off, before the shadows pinched her again, sending a jolt of stimulation down her body and straight to her core. She realized his shadows were playing with her now and stimulating her purposefully.
“Cyra…” He groaned and she could feel he was getting close based on his feral movements. His thrusts increased and the friction combined with their full bodies pressed against each other heightened the sensations.
“Yes, Azriel, more,” She begged as she felt her orgasm crash into her for the second time, just as one of his shadows wrapped an invisible hand around her neck gently. He felt her body clench around him, writhing in pleasure and his own climax claimed him with a force.
“Fuck, Cyra, I can’t hold on,” He moaned, spilling into her with a final thrust before his body took over and pulsed inside her. They laid together, not moving, for several moments as they both regained their bearings.
“I think…I think I blacked out for a moment. And not from the blindfold you still have on me,” He whispered from behind her and she let out a soft chuckle before she flitted away the shadows and rotated in his arms.
One hand immediately interlaced with hers as she curled into a spot on his shoulder. His free hand ran up and down her back, tracing soothing lines in a figure eight.
Suddenly, Azriel froze, his hand stilling as his body tensed.
“Holy shit…” He said, staring into the ceiling. Cyra looked up at him, her eyebrows furrowing as she studied his expression.
“What? What is it?” She said with concern lacing her voice.
“I can…feel your shadows. They’re informing me,” He said before he started laughing wildly.
“Informing you about what? I thought they were mine!” She said, staring at her hands like they would explain what they’d done. His laughing continued.
“They’re…they’re telling me how satisfied and content you feel after…” He trailed off still laughing.
“Ok, ok, I get it. I guess they’ll always have a slight preference for you,” She scowled, settling back into his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, baby. I just wasn’t expecting that. They were letting me know how good I am in bed,” He mused and she slapped his chest in response. After a few more moments of laughter followed by calmness, Cyra spoke.
“Azriel, I have a request,” She said, leaning to look up at him again. He gave her a pensive look in the starlight, encouraging her to continue.
“I…I want you to mark me,” She said confidently, her eyes never leaving his. Confusion crossed his face immediately as he propped his upper body up to properly see her.
“Uh, baby what do you mean? Mark you? Anything I try to do won’t last. You’ll heal right away,” He explain, his fingers grazing one shoulder.
“I want an Night Court tattoo. Something for just you and I,” She blurted out, her cheeks slightly reddening even in the darkness of the room. She watched the color drain out of his face as the shock appeared.
“Are you…are you sure? We can’t take it back later,” He argued. “I’ll let you think about it,” He said, leaning back again before she grabbed his arm and pulled him back up.
“I’ve thought about it and I’ve already decided. Now will you do this for me or not, mate?” She questioned, one eye raised. He studied her for several moments before sitting up fully next to her and sighing.
“Of course I will. I’d do…anything for you. I just want you to be sure,” He said.
“I’m so sure that I’ve already thought of a bargain for us,” She smirked devilishly as she awaited his reaction.
“Is that so? Do tell,” He said, the corner of his mouth creeping up.
“I promise to kiss you every time you say the words ‘I love you’ to me. Even if I’m pissed at you,” She smiled.
“That’s a hefty bargain, Cyra. You know I’m going to make you kiss me when you’re not in the mood to,” He said with a wide grin before he rolled her over and pinned her down on the bed.
“Hmm…well since I came up with the bargain, I’ve anticipated my fate. Do you accept my bargain?” She asked, holding her hand out to him.
Beaming ear to ear, Azriel shook her hand as the magic spread through out them, marking the place she had mentally requested.
Azriel felt the pin-pricking sensation of a new tattoo inking on his thigh, and when he looked to her, he saw her body was unmarred. He furrowed his brows, searching her body for the matching tattoo. She smiled to herself, waiting for him to find it.
“Roll over,” He urged, still on top of her as she rolled onto her stomach.
There on the back of her left arm was a new tattoo that matched the one on his thigh; a pair of feathered and unfeathered wings overlapping each other, surrounded by several swirls of Illyrian markings that were outlined in what looked to be shadows and sparks.
“Do you like it?” She whispered, her face turning to look at him over his shoulder. She saw him consider what to say before he leaned down.
”I love it. And I love you,” He smirked. Amused, Cyra leaned over to kiss him before his fingers weaved into her hair to deepen the kiss.
Pulling away, a smile crossed his face before he delicately traced the entirety of her new tattoo with his lips slowly, giving attention to each inky dot before his lips trailed down the rest of her body.
***
Voices streamed in along with the morning sun as consciousness returned to Cyra. Lying face down and nude, her eyes slowly opened and adjusted to bright room. The navy silk sheets felt soft on her skin as she stretched and noticed the soreness throughout her body from their nightly activities.
After Azriel saw her tattoo, he’d roughly taken her again from behind, overcome with the design and intimacy of their new markings. She had to admit that she loved when he threw caution to the wind with her.
While the desire to consume him was stronger than ever, she did feel the urgency starting to wane. Well that is a relief. I was beginning to be concerned about my reentry into society, she chuckled to herself.
Listening harder to her surroundings, she heard Azriel talking to another male on the balcony. She slipped a cream silk nightgown over her head, crossing her arms before she padded barefoot into the living room.
The moment she entered the room, emotions flared. She heard someone’s breathing catch before she could process what was happening.
Suddenly, Azriel’s wings flared a foot in front of her, facing the others in the room and she was blind to the living space. The tension in his stance indicated some sort of threat.
Then the emotions overwhelmed her senses. Defensiveness. Protection. Pride. Jealousy. Tranquility. Darkness. Peace.
Frantic to understand what was happening, she tried walking around his large wings but he pushed back, blocking her. She heard Azriel hiss as she tried to nudge his wing out of the way.
“Azriel, what the fuck is happening?” She shouted over the noise of the growling males.
“Your mate seems to have forgotten who we are. At least since you walked out,” She heard Cassian bellow and she let out a sigh.
“It’s quite funny to see him flared out like a peacock,” Rhys teased. “Do you think he spits if we get too close?”
Cyra shook her head to herself, understanding the emotions now that were projected at her.
“Don’t get near her,” Azriel gritted out, still ignoring her presence. “I told you not to bother us for 2 weeks.”
“We had to make sure you both were alive and hadn’t eaten each other whole, yet,” Cassian goaded as Azriel flared up again.
Rolling her eyes, Cyra groaned at Azriel’s reaction to the mating bond and his friends arrival.
Resorting to the only option she could think of, Cyra let shadows leak from her hands. They moved under his wings to create a wall of darkness between Azriel and Cassian and Rhys.
“Well that’s…interesting,” Rhys mused. “You didn’t tell me she is a shadowsinger now.”
Notes:
Cyra is basically living out my dream :D
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“You didn’t tell him, Azriel?” Cyra questioned, dropping the shadows as Azriel turned slightly to her. His body was still defensive; clenched and flared while he looked at his brothers. Cassian and Rhysand stood side by side with amused and slightly bored faces.
“I hadn’t decided what to share and we haven’t discussed it yet. So no, I didn’t share anything with my brothers,” He gritted. Cyra let her gaze rake up his guarded demeanor before she looked at Rhys and Cassian.
Either the mating bond is consuming him more than it ever did for his brothers or he has a reason to keep this information from them, she thought, watching the stare down occur between Azriel and the other two Illyrians.
She didn’t feel anything off about their emotions. They seemed genuinely interested in the wellbeing of the newly mated pair. There was, however, a slight sense of urgency coming from Rhys that piqued her interest.
“I need to speak to Rhys alone,” Cyra said and Azriel’s face turned rapidly to hers, nostrils flared and jaw clenched in protest.
“No,” He said with a look of determination. She met his eyes and raised an eyebrow in defiance.
“Excuse me?” She asked. She heard Cassian let out a low chuckle and “here we go” while he observed their interaction.
“Cyra, please. Just trust me on this,” Azriel appealed, relaxing slightly as he turned to her. He reached out a hand to intertwine their fingers but she stepped back.
She had to know if he was being protective or if there was a legitimate reason he was keeping them isolated. Looking to Rhys, he gave her an apologetic smile which confused her even more.
“Cyra,” Her mate said.
Something is off. He’s not telling me something. Rhys wouldn’t bother us if he could avoid it. And Cassian certainly wouldn’t either, she rationalized, running a hand to smooth down her long, icy mane.
“It will just take a minute. You will respect my wishes, right?” She asked, her eyes meeting his. She could see the thoughts swirling as he debated how to respond. She knew deep down that he wouldn’t stop her. Finally, he looked away and his lack of response was all she needed.
“Rhys?” She said before she held out a hand to Rhys. Azriel didn’t protest as Rhys gave him a final look of appreciation and winnowed her to his office.
She watched Rhys in silence. He moved to sit in one of the rich leather loveseats positioned across from a large leather chair and motioned for her to sit.
She noted the odd behavior; he usually chose to sit at his desk when addressing his inner circle. Deciding not to press it, she moved to the chair, suddenly realizing she was still just wearing her nightgown.
Well…shit, she scowled, rubbing her bare arm and becoming painfully aware of her state of undress. Before she could finish the thought, an oversized white sweater and fuzzy socks appeared next to her. Her eyes went to Rhys’s and he smiled warmly.
“You looked cold. Nice tattoo. I’m assuming my brother gave it to you?” He smirked and she shrugged the sweater on before her face reddened.
“Actually, it was my idea,” She emphasized, rubbing the back of her arm over the sweater and his facial features shifted from a brief look of confusion to a small smile.
He stood up to pour a two knuckle glass of a dark amber liquid before he offered some to her but she shook her head.
“So what is it? I know something is up and that you two didn’t just randomly pop in to our lust-den for no reason.” He let out a genuine laugh before he sat again and took a sip of the liquid.
“I’m truly sorry to disturb you both. Azriel is not…pleased with me right now,” He admitted, swirling the liquid of his glass. “We have a lot to discuss but I’ll try to keep it brief. I’d really like to learn more about your new powers but I’ll wait for you to talk to Azriel and share at your discretion,” He said pausing for a moment before he continued.
“The reason Azriel is protecting you is because the Illyrian camp that he is originally from found out that you two completed the mating bond. They’d heard about your mating bond previously after you were seen together flying several months ago. In response, they have slowly grown support to revolt against the Night Court for ‘disturbing the gene pool’,” Rhys said as he rolled his eyes.
“They have a backwards culture. You know about the female wing clipping. You know about how else they treat their females. We’ve been fighting it our whole, long lives. But now it seems to have cascaded into an uprising.” He paused to sip his drink before he continued.
“Cassian and I have been to the faction causing trouble for the last week. I had hoped to avoid interrupting you both but something…happened this morning. I filled Azriel in because I think there’s a real possibility you and him could stop the uprising,” He said with a hopeful voice as he kept speaking.
“Not only that…I hope that you could help to turn their opinions around, especially those of the females. They’ve met so few strong, winged females. Feyre has tried but they still view her as ‘made.’ And the Valkyrie are working with small groups which have had some success. Unfortunately it’s not enough,” He grumbled and paused for her reaction.
“What happened this morning?” Cyra cringed in anticipation.
“Four females were forced into marriage to be bred and ‘counteract’ the ‘damage’ done by your…union. Their words. Fucking ingrates,” Rhys gritted out, rubbing his face. “We were able to stop the ceremonies before they were actually taken by their betrothed to be…assaulted,” He recoiled, a sorrowful look on his face.
“Mother above. This is all because of me? How did they even find out? We didn’t tell anyone we were going to complete the bond,” She asked, sinking more into the large leather chair before she crossed her arms in defeat. Rhys’s eyes trailed down to her tattooed arm, now covered by her sweater.
“When you two made the Night Court bargain, an Illyrian tattoo was etched on you both. Partially because Azriel is Illyrian but now it would seem you are…something related, after your mating bond. At least through his magic. If you created the bargain, it shouldn’t have given you an Illyrian tattoo,” He said pensively.
“What does that have to do with anything, Rhys?” Cyra asked. “I am even more confused than ever now.” Rhys sighed, running a hand through his neat hair.
“Illyrians don’t give their tattoos to anyone. It’s considered an impertinence to mark a non-Illyrian with the marks. When I gave Feyre the markings it caused…issues,” He admitted before going on.
“So the fact that you gave him an Illyrian tattoo is something. An Illyrian flew by your new home early this morning and saw the Illyrian tattoo on your arm while you were sleeping. They figured you both must have completed the mating bond and told all the males in their village,” He said sheepishly.
“But I didn’t hear or see anyone,” She said, her mind running through the events of the night. Oh Cauldron, the open windows, Cyra groaned, putting her face in her hands.
“Azriel did. He went after them but it turned out to be a teenage Illyrian boy. He let him go after a few threats. Unfortunately, the damage was still done,” Rhys cringed, his grip tightening on his glass. “I’ll put a sight ward on the house when I return,” Rhys muttered, sipping again.
“This is absurd, Rhys,” Cyra said as she stood up to pace the office. “Why do they even care about Azriel or me?”
“It’s…complicated. Although he was treated like shit by his family, he’s somewhat of a famous Illyrian. People respect him because he’s dangerous as a shadowsinger. Or at least perceived that way. Power is the only currency to Illyrians. They see you as a threat to that power; your existence as an ancient creature isn’t well understood by their kind and thus is a risk to them,” Rhys explained.
“I know that but..Cauldron, I can’t get a fucking break from anything. My mate, Eris, the kelpie, the damn seraphine curse, and now the Illyrians. What is it going to take?” She asked, tears threatening to spill. He stood up immediately, wrapping an arm around her.
“I…I know. It’s frustrating and wrong. It’s why Azriel wanted to keep you out of it and handle it alone. It’s not your problem,” He said before pausing to carefully choose his words.
“But you disagree?” She asked, her head turning to meet his eyes.
“I…I don’t want to interfere. But I do think you could work with him to show the Illyrian race what a powerful, winged female looks like and how you support the Night Court. Maybe even help train some of the females with the Valkyrie,” He offered before continuing.
“Azriel doesn’t want me to ask you to work for us or put any pressure on you. And he’s my brother. I respect his role as your mate. I will be happy with whatever you decide to do. You’re the closest thing I have to a sister now,” He smiled, a touch of sadness in his eyes as she looked up at him.
She nodded before her hand squeezed his. Her eyes trailed to the large framed landscape of Ramiel - a painting Feyre had recently finished. She considered for several long moments before she spoke again.
“I’ll help. Let me be the one to speak to Azriel,” She said, forcing a smile and Rhys squeezed her shoulder before releasing her.
“Thank you,” He said sincerely. “Do you want to stay for breakfast or check in with Feyre? Or I could go back with you to set up the wards,” He offered.
“No, I better head back alone to make sure he hasn’t beaten the shit out of Cassian yet,” She said with a small chuckle and Rhys smiled, nodding. She gave him one last glance before light-traveling back to the cottage.
***
Cyra decided to fly back to the cottage the long way, giving herself more time to work out how to approach Azriel after leaving him. She was not dressed properly to fly and realized halfway through the flight that it was a bad decision. She diverted through a shortcut in the mountain range to speed up her chilly trip.
Landing on the balcony, she noticed the two Illyrians gathered around the kitchen island, sharing warm mugs of some brown steaming liquid and laughing. I almost hate to interrupt. They look like teenage boys again, she thought, smiling inwardly.
Azriel sensed her right away and turned his eyes to her, his gaze shifting from jovial to serious. She walked to the glass door, opening it and shaking her wings of the bits of snow that had clung to the white feathers during the flight.
She hid them immediately, earning a disappointed look from Azriel that quickly faded to concern. Once her eyes studied their faces, she realized they were both covered in bruises and cuts that were quickly healing.
They’d been fighting while she was gone; either letting off steam or working off the mating bond. She sighed, moving to sit at one of the island stools as Cassian looked back and forth between them.
“I think I’m just going to…see myself out,” He muttered, standing up and patting Cyra’s shoulder as he walked to the balcony and closed the glass door. She gave him a sheepish smile before he left and turned back to Azriel, his stare hard on her.
“Az…I’m sorry, I just needed to speak-” She started before he cut her off.
“You chose him over me. Your mate. Do you realize how that makes me feel?” He asked, shifting to stand up from his leaning position. She cringed at his words.
His arms crossed in front of him. She studied his face, her emotions oscillating between defiance and reluctance. She knew he felt them too and he winced in response to her emotions.
“I didn’t choose him. You were hiding something from me. You are my mate; we’re equals now. And I needed to know what you were hiding,” She debated.
“I was protecting you. We should have discussed it privately. You’ve…you’ve been through enough, Cyra,” He argued, his eyes shifting back and forth from her to the counter.
She could feel his emotions this time. Concern. Defense. Care. “You’re right. I should have spoken to you first. But you don’t need to protect me from Rhys or any of your family,” She trailed off.
“I will always protect you, Cyra. You’re my mate. Losing you means I lose my partner and myself. I don’t care if they’re my friends, you always come first. Furthermore, the situation with my home is…embarrassing. Illyrians are slimy, chauvinistic assholes with nothing better to do than to beat women,” He said in a disgusted tone.
“Then realize that sometimes you have to let me fight my own battles and observe from afar, especially when it comes to your family. They’re my friends too. And have been for much longer than you have,” She asserted, the last words stinging as she said them.
She watched him flinch, reacting to her point. “As for the Illyrians, you are not like them. I don’t associate them with you or your brothers,” She explained.
A long pause filled with silence as his eyes trailed back up to hers. He leaned forward and held a hand out for her to intertwine.
She knew it was an olive branch - a way for them to reconnect physically. She also knew it would make her feel better and she’d give him that for the time being but she hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was the right decision.
She interlaced their fingers and closed her eyes as the energy draw pulsed between them, sending a shudder of pleasure and arousal through her. When she opened them, she saw him peering back at her, eyes heavy with desire. The mating bond whirled in her chest in response.
“No. Not until we finish this discussion,” She said, pulling her hand away. His face immediately softened apologetically.
“It’s the bond, I didn’t mean-”
“I know. I feel it too,” She said in barely a whisper.
“I will try to give you more space, Cyra. Try. It will be hard for me. I’ve gone most of my life, hoping to find you. My mate. Please understand my need to make sure you’re ok. And I will work on being less…of a dick,” He mumbled and a smile bubbled up to Cyra’s face.
“That’s all I ask, sweet Azriel,” She replied, standing up to touch his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch as she ran her hand back to grip his hair. His forehead touch hers as she stroked him.
“Do we have to leave the cottage?” He asked softly and she let out a small laugh.
“Unfortunately, yes. Do you know the Illyrians at the rebellious faction?”
“Yes. I am just mentally not ready to deal with them while the mating bond is…this strong. We’re going to need others to hold me back from murdering the whole group,” Azriel growled as his hands moved to her waist, running up and down the sides.
She could tell he was trying to keep the touches chaste but was failing as he skimmed the underside of her breasts. She gently removed his hands and his eyes opened when she pulled away.
“Let’s deal with the Illyrians and then we can get back to…us,” She murmured and he briefly looked disappointed before he nodded and intertwined their hands for a moment to transfer energy.
“I love you,” He whispered and she smiled, leaning up to kiss him but he pulled back before she could.
“You know, this bargain may have been a bad idea. How am I going to know when you want to kiss me?” He teased.
She stared at his full lips and smirked before she leaned forward to kiss him deeply. Her pressure on his mouth increased as her tongue ran along his lower lip lightly before she pulled away.
“I love you too. And you’re just going to have to assume I always want to kiss you,” She said playfully and he chuckled.
“I’m going to pack us a bag. Let me know what you want to add,” He said, releasing her hands to walk to their bedroom as she nodded.
Cyra’s lilac eyes stared out the large, glass windows of the balcony into the snowy white Illyrian mountains. The beauty outside their little cottage made her breath catch slightly as she considered how lucky she was to have a full week with just her mate.
She let out a heavy breath. Soon enough they’d return to their little cottage.
***
“Is it on its cycle? Or have you impregnated her yet?” The Illyrian faction leader, Jacobi, asked Azriel while motioning to Cyra, still refusing to meet Cyra’s gaze. Cyra rolled her eyes as she took in the stature of the man in charge.
He must have been at least 6’ 5”, gigantic black wings with a bad scar running across his entire face from one temple to the corner of his mouth. He’d been badly injured at some point.
Multiple similar scars ran along his arms, all healed but never the same. His long black hair was tied back in a messy low bun. In a different world, he might have be attractive, but in the brutal Illyrian town they were camped, he was a Neanderthal.
The town had forced Cyra and Azriel to sleep outside in a tent the previous day after they’d gone shop to shop to try to talk to town civilians.
None of the shop owners would risk offering lodging to a seraphine, as they’d told her. The repercussions from offering them housing seemingly not worth the risk, especially when the town’s top warriors hated the couple the most.
Rhys and Cassian joined to help reassure the town's people but Cyra insisted they not be forced to house her. Instead she opted for Rhys to use magic to build a small tent that would stay warm, even in the harsh mountains.
Rhys wasn’t thrilled that he and Cassian were offered housing by the town’s leader, but Cyra stood firm that they should try to smooth over the fighting and disagreement.
Cyra’s gaze return to Jacobi who’s eyes shifted away immediately when she caught him.
“Cauldron what is wrong with you idiots…” Cassian muttered. Azriel’s shadows were swirling uncontrollably as he clenched his jaw and fists, too angry to speak. Cyra looked at Rhys briefly who just shook his head in disbelief before she spoke.
“How do you even know seraphines have cycles?” She asked with a half smile.
“Don’t speak to me directly, lightsucker,” He spit, the liquid landing an inch from her boot. A look of disgust crossed her face as she considered what he’d said.
“Lightsucker? Really?” She scoffed, shifting her feet to cross her arms.
“Isn’t that what you are? Just a siphon of other’s powers? No real power of your own. You’re an ancient, disfigured beast who shape-shifts into…that by using the power of your daily conquest. Just like you're fucking and sucking the High Lord’s shadowsinger for his cum and power,” He emphasized, looking at her mouth as he spoke.
Before Cyra could respond, Azriel flew out of Cassian’s reach and punched the town leader’s eye socket. The sound of bones crunching and wings flapping surrounded her as Rhys and Cassian tried to break up the fight.
Onlookers from the village were screaming or jumping to the sky to escape. As Cassian got a hold of Azriel, Cyra noticed the minor cut on his lip and Jacobi’s majorly bruised eye that was already swelling.
“Don’t you EVER TALK ABOUT MY MATE AGAIN! I will KILL you,” He promised, veins popping from his neck as Cassian struggled to hold him back.
“Oh yea? I can see what everyone has been saying is true. You gave up your lineage in a heartbeat once this wraith slurped up your dick,” Jacobi laughed even with his swollen wound and half shut eyelid. Azriel lunged again as Rhys intervened.
“Just shut your fucking mouth, Jacobi. We’re trying to resolve this issue. Cyra is not a shapeshifter or a wraith. She can’t bend someone’s will or control mating bonds. I’m sure you can sense their completed bond. She even was gifted an Illyrian tattoo. She’s part of this community now. And as High Lord, I want her to work with some of the females to teach them about seraphines along with self-defense and flight,” Rhys said sharply, now standing closest to Jacobi and blocking Azriel.
“Psh. Why would the females here need self-defense when they have us protecting them,” He sneered, gesturing an incredulous look to some of the other Illyrian warriors standing with him.
Cyra had to hold back a smile as figured out her next move. Trying to be as nonchalant as possible, she spoke to Jacobi.
“Is that so? What would you wager that you would win a no-power combat between you and I?” She asked coyly. His eyes scanned her body as he sized her up before responding.
“You’d be lucky if I left you alive, wraith. But I’d need a promise from the shadowsinger that he wouldn’t try to murder me after,” He scoffed, motioning to Azriel.
Azriel seethed at Jacobi before making eye contact with Cyra.
Come on, Azriel. Trust that I can do this. My training has been to fight imbeciles *just* like him, she silently pleaded, wishing he could hear her thoughts.
Then it occurred to her that he could feel her emotions. Quickly, she projected agreeance, confidence, and trust to him.
She noticed him feel the emotions and he blinked several times. Looking back at Jacobi, he only nodded in response as Cassian and Rhys looked on in surprise. A wide smile crossed Jacobi’s face as he turned to Cyra.
“Tomorrow. 7 am.” He grinned, turning to walk away. Cyra tried to hide her happiness as Jacobi high-fived his buddies.
This is going to be fun.
Notes:
All those early morning training sessions with Az may finally pay off! Although I definitely would have just been staring at his abs during the workouts...
Chapter 27
Notes:
If you all follow fan art, a certain artist inspired this chapter. I linked the NSFW art at the end of the chapter. (Tony Viento is AMAZING and she's doing 30 days of Azriel!)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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“Cyra, I have to admit - I have some major concerns about this. What is your…plan? I’m assuming you have one,” Rhys asked with hesitation as they headed into his private room at a shopkeeper’s inn.
She, Cassian, Rhys, and Azriel had just negotiated the terms of the morning combat with Jacobi and the other Illyrian leaders. Cyra and Jacobi would have 15 minutes in the ring to spar. No magic or outside interference was allowed during the match. If someone was badly injured, they’d concede to the opponent.
If Cyra won, she would be given free reign to train the Illyrian females or anyone else who wanted to learn more about her kind. If she lost, the faction would no longer be considered part of the Night Court’s forces and Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel wouldn’t be allowed to visit or contact them.
Cyra looked hesitantly at the closed door, wondering if anyone outside would try to hear their conversation. With the wave of a hand, Rhys warded the room from prying ears.
“You don’t trust that our training sessions for the last 10 years have been enough?” She asked smirking and Azriel groaned, flopping on the large Illyrian bed in the middle of the room.
“Fuck yea, it’s enough. Let’s beat this motherfucker to the ground. I’ve been waiting for the chance to pummel him. He called Nesta a kelpie last time she was here. I’m pretty sure she’d like his balls chopped off,” Cassian said, flexing his fists. Rhys rubbed his temples.
“Please tell me physical combat isn’t your plan. He's a brute. A large, old, brute, three times your size,” Rhys emphasized, looking back at Cyra. “And why the fuck are you so quiet?” He said to Azriel who stared at the ceiling from the bed.
“Because I’m trying not to be dick and realize my mate is going to fight that dopey jackass. I literally promised her less than 6 hours ago that I would be on my best behavior,” He grumbled and Cyra chuckled at his frustration.
“Why are you so relaxed? What aren’t you telling us?” Rhys asked, turning his attention back to Cyra.
“Well, we negotiated no magic during the match. We didn’t say anything about before the match…” She trailed off, her eyes shifting from each male.
“Go on…” Rhys said as he moved in closer to listen.
“While yes, I am planning to focus on using my physical skills during the match, there is one new power from the mating bond that I discovered last night. It could…it could help me if used correctly,” She smirked.
The three Illyrians stared at her with interest and Azriel sat up to walk over to her. Even after completing the mating bond, seeing his intense gaze did something to her. She felt the bond whirl in response to his stare.
“What did you learn to do, baby?” He asked tenderly, his hand reaching for hers to exchange energy.
Meeting their eyes, she extended her other hand, letting it hover with her palm up. Shadows emerged from her hand and Azriel furrowed his eyebrows before his gaze turned to surprise.
“Shadows?” Cassian questioned.
“Not shadows. Fog,” Azriel said, a smile spreading across his face.
“Explain,” Rhys asked, moving closer to run his hand through the fog.
“They inform me, the same way shadows inform us now. My guess is the mix of my light energy and his shadow powers makes…fog. Fog that I can flood the training ring with prior to the match. Fog that can be use to anticipate his moves. Fog that gives me an upper hand on my opponent. Fog that will seem just like any other Illyrian Mountain fog,” She explained and Cassian nodded as a smile grew on his face.
“Fuck yes, Cyra. We are taking him down,” He said, smacking her shoulder with enthusiasm as Azriel spun and hissed in his direction.
“Oh calm down, pissy pants. Mated, remember?” Cassian teased, holding up his hand to wiggle his ring finger as Azriel grumbled and turned back to Cyra to study the fog.
“This might just work. But you'll need to use them to last the full 15 minutes. He can't physically fight you, or else you're done. Use them to distract or swerve away from him,” Rhys said pensively, still playing with the dense fog by twirling his finger through it.
“Of course it will work. I can feel what they’re conveying to Cyra. Can you please stop fingering my mate’s fog?” Azriel emphasized and Cyra choked back a laugh as Rhys rolled his eyes.
“You need to practice more, let’s run through some scenarios. Cassian will be Jacobi,” Rhys instructed.
***
It was nearly 1 AM when Cyra and Azriel left the shopkeeper’s inn to head to their tent. Rhys offered them his room but Cyra didn’t want to risk anyone seeing her leave in the morning.
The townspeople were innocent in this prejudice; it was clear by their otherwise hospitable welcome that the town leaders were the only ones that felt strongly about her.
She was hopeful her plan would work. She wanted to find a way to help the powerless females and merchants of the town. She had a feeling if she successfully beat Jacobi, she’d find a way to earn the trust of the Illyrians.
Not only would it allow her to train with the females, it would take pressure off Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel so they could focus on other missions.
“What are you thinking about? Your emotions are jumping around,” Azriel noted, studying her face as they walked hand in hand to the tent set up on the edge of the town’s forest.
“Nothing of importance. I just…I just want to help the fae here,” She admitted softly and he gave her a gentle smile, squeezing her hand as he pulled back the entrance flap to the tent. It sealed behind them with magic and the warmth of the tent spread through them.
“You will, Cyra. This plan is going to work,” He reassured as they stepped in.
The tent was generously sized for wings; a mid-sized mattress sat in the center with a soft fur rug on the floor and lanterns on either side of the bed already lit. Small fae lights powered by magic hung from the top of the tent and a satchel of dried food appeared near the tent opening.
“It feels like a fire is blazing in here,” Cyra observed, shrugging off her coat and boots near the entrance.
Azriel started removing his boots, weapons, and Illyrian leathers. Looking at the cozy bed, Cyra stripped off her sweater, deciding to sleep in her tank top and the warm leggings she’d snuck in their bag.
“Az, have you seen my - Azriel!!” She gasped when she turned around to find him completely naked, brushing his teeth in the makeshift wash basin.
“What?” He said through a mouthful of toothpaste.
“Why are you naked??” She shrieked, throwing a pair of underpants from their bag at him. He washed his mouth out before he gave her a bored look and threw them back at her.
“I sleep naked every night. Why should tonight be any different?” He shrugged, turning back around.
She watched his wings pull in tight in the small space as his back muscles worked, the Illyrian tattoos shuddering with their movement. She gulped, trying to control her growing desire as her eyes grazed down his body to his muscular behind.
From this angle, she could only see the edges of the new tattoo that took up a large space on his thigh and it made heat flare through her body. His was much larger than hers by scale, but identical in it’s features.
Holy Mother, this male is mine. MINE. Forever…Get a grip, Cyra. This is not the place to get it on, she thought before she shook her head. She changed into her sleeping clothes and moved to one side of the bed.
“We’re in the middle of a forest, surrounded by enemies. You might need a quick escape. Clothing would helpful?” She argued, turning away from him to distract herself with the lantern on her side of the bed.
After blowing out the light, she laid on her side facing away from him as she tried to calm her arousal.
“We have our shadows. They’ll tell me if something is up. Plus, the Illyrians like me…sort of,” He teased, pulling the blanket back to slide in next to her. “Why are you hiding from me, mate?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her body close to his.
Cyra groaned, feeling his hard body touch hers at multiple points. His knees pressed to the back of hers, his semi-hard cock rested between her ass, and his chest covered her back. One hand wrapped around to interlace hers, the pleasurable shudder traveling through them both.
She couldn’t help it. Her body reacted instantly - her stomach clenched, her nipples hardened, and her breathing quickened as his cedar scent mixed with his arousal.
It’s been 22 hours since we last touched this way. Only 22 hours and I feel like it’s been a month. The mating bond is going to kill me, she lamented, sighing into his body as his hand left hers to trail down her arm to her hip. He gripped it, pushing himself harder into her.
“I missed you, baby. Seeing you defend yourself with those asshats today was so hot,” He whispered in her ear and she almost didn’t believe that she giggled until it bubbled out of her.
“I’ve been with you all day, Az,” She argued and he chuckled before he pushed her down flat on the bed and tried to maneuver her leggings and panties off. Before she could protest, he swiped her tank off too, exposing her bare body to his.
“Not the way we should have been together. The way I had planned for us to be together. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about being buried between your warm legs today? Either with my face or my cock?” He asked seductively as his thigh pressed her legs apart and he settled between them.
She opened her mouth to respond just as he ground the now fully hard head of his cock against her clit, gathering wetness each time he slid between her legs.
“I…oh Cauldron,” She moaned, leaning up to look at his face. “Az, we can’t do this here…what if someone tries to come in or they hear us?” She rationalized but her eyes closed as he moved again.
“Rhys warded the tent and based on your movements, it doesn’t feel like you want to stop. I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this wet before,” He said, emphasizing his words with his hips. “Were you thinking of me today too? Fucking you hard and rough or slow and gentle?” He asked softly as he ground harder.
All thoughts exited Cyra’s mind as his words registered. His mouth reached down to capture one nipple as his body pulled back slightly.
“Answer me,” He said sternly as he looked up from her chest. Meeting his eyes, her gaze changed from desperate desire to sudden determination. A smirk came to her face and she thought of the words she knew would undo him.
“You are so damn bossy sometimes. And you know how I want it. Hard and rough. You’re mine,” She said as she pushed him down to flip him to his back. His wings splayed out just in time to prevent a substantial impact as she settled hard on top of him.
She leaned up, straddling him as her hips moved aggressively, sliding against his hard erection. Reaching down, she guided his cock to her entrance and sunk all the way down, sheathing him completely. She trembled for a moment as her body adjusted to his size.
"Holy hell..." He muttered as his eyes closed.
Her head flew back in pleasure as she slowly started moving. The feeling of his pelvis against her clit sent chills through her body and she heard him let out a strangled moan.
His hands flew to her thighs as he laid beneath, staring in awe at her feral movements.
“Cauldron, I fucking love you,” He murmured as he watched his cock between her legs. He wasn’t moving at all, just letting her control the speed and friction.
The words snapped Cyra out of her reverie and she felt the familiar tingle of the bargain. A wicked smirk crossed her face as she leaned down to kiss him, but her lips didn’t touch his.
“I wonder if I can kiss anywhere on your body to satisfy the bargain?” She mused and his eyebrows lifted before her lips found a delicate part of his wing right over his shoulder and she kissed it gently.
He shuddered from the touch and pushed her hips down slightly with his hands to pull her back from the sensitive spot.
Determined, Cyra relented at first, letting him think he had successful stopped her ministrations before she leaned forward again to take a deep lick of the spot on his wing.
His whole body jerked in response; his wings desperately tried to flare, his hips jutted into hers, and a deep moan trembled through his upper body.
Feeling him involuntarily thrust back into her made her even more wild and uncontrolled. She knew her hair was cascading in a flurry of waves around her.
She also knew her eyes were glowing with desire because his glowed back. And she knew he loved it too.
“Cyra, I can’t, you know how sensitive it is,” He whimpered, pushing her upper body away slightly from his wing.
“I just want to try one more thing…will you allow it, mate?” She whispered as she nuzzled his ear and he took a few deep breaths. He hesitated before he nodded ever so slightly.
She leaned to the opposite wing and lightly nipped at the mirrored spot of his other wing. She felt the delicate skin pull between her teeth gently and she took care not to hurt him, her tongue jutting out to lick the spot after.
The movement sent him spiraling; his cock twitched hard inside her and he let out a strangled cry.
“Fuck, Cyra, I’m going to come, no, no, no, no, fuck,” He cursed, pulling her hips off of him while he tried to prevent his orgasm. His cock was wet with her and she watched it land on his stomach, red and angry.
She giggled as he strained to stare at anything but her body, his arms freezing her in place as he put distance between their hips. Her eyes went to the tattoo on his thigh and she itched to touch it, to lick it.
“Don’t even think about it. Don’t even look at me like that right now,” He demanded, meeting her eyes. Cyra bit back a laugh as she nodded.
After several moments, he gave a sigh of relief and placed her back down to straddle his cock. She didn’t move, waiting for his direction as she held back her laughs.
“You can wipe that grin off your face. I know you love seeing me squirm but I promise you that you don’t want this to end early either, mate,” He chastised and the corners of her lips slipped up again.
“If it makes you feel any better, I just adore how turned I can make you,” She cooed, stroking her hand over the tattoos on his chest. “And Cauldron, your wings are sensitive,” She smirked.
He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her chaste touch. Opening them again, he leaned up to push back the hair from her shoulder.
“Years of not being touched will do that to you. You can imagine how embarrassing it was to get aroused as a teenager when someone accidentally knocked into them during Illyrian training,” He said and his cheeks reddened slightly.
“Well, it’s just something we can work on,” She winked as one of his hands trailed up her stomach to palm her breast.
“Turn around. I want to see your beautiful tattoo and that lovely ass when I fuck you,” He murmured, and her mouth formed an “o” as she reacted to his words.
He grinned widely before she moved her body to straddle him in reverse, lining the tip of his cock with her entrance.
His hand reached around her hips to dip into her wetness before he began stroking her clit is slow circles. She pushed down on him, the feeling of fullness much deeper in this position.
He knew it too; he let her adjust for longer before his hands moved to her ass and cupped it, encouraging her to move on him.
“You’re…so deep this way, Az,” Cyra said breathlessly as she leaned her arms back on either of side of him to move up and down.
“Yes, baby. See how far you can go,” He whispered, his hand moving back to touch the sensitive nub as she tried to get lower with her hips.
“Oh fuck, Azriel,” She cried, feeling herself filled entirely by him.
“What do you need. Tell me,” He demanded, circling her clit faster.
“Tell me…tell me the first time you wanted me,” She murmured with her eyes closed as she continued to move on him. The question shocked Azriel and his body froze. Cyra noticed the darkening of the room as shadows surrounded them, snuffing out the last of the his lantern’s light.
“Az?” She asked, looking over his shoulder to his face.
“In…in the cave. Although my body certainly reacted to you earlier than that,” He said in a hushed tone and Cyra could feel embarrassment radiating off of him.
“You…you knew about the cave?” She asked, her cheeks reddening but out of his sight and he chuckled.
“You think I wouldn’t notice a beautiful female, much less a seraphine, grinding on my cock? The mating bond didn’t help, although I didn’t realize at the time,” He said with a sheepish smile as she turned around to see his face.
“I thought you were asleep,” She said as she continued to move on him. “When did…when did your body react to me?” She asked and he smirked back.
Without much notice, he flipped her onto her back so he laid between her legs. With one swift motion he was inside her again, his large wings shrouding them as they both moaned from the feeling.
Leaning down to suck and lick at her jaw, Cyra gasped as he slowly began to thrust into her, his body pressing hard against her sensitive spot each time. His head sank into her neck as he spoke.
“The first time was when the mating bond snapped for you in the training ring. I smelled your arousal but tried to play it off. I was hard, immediately…and then there were many more times, including in Rhys’s study when I was pissed at you. Pissed that you were the one who caught me and that I was so fucking attracted to you but in denial,” He muttered into her neck as she cried out from his thrusts.
“And…what else?” She stuttered, her body pushing back against his with every move of his hips, desperate for more.
“And nearly every fucking time you show up to the training ring in a sports bra or tank. Every time you wrapped your hands for boxing, I thought about you wrapping your hand around my dick. Every time you worked on chokeholds, I thought about you tugging a collar around my neck,” He emphasized, thrusting harder. “And every time you took a sip of water, I thought about you putting your mouth anywhere on me. Fuck, this sounds unhinged,” He groaned into her neck, his movements getting more frantic.
“I like when you act on your…urges,” She said, biting his ear. “Show me how much you want me, Azriel,” Cyra demanded and his eyes looked up to see her determined face. The full body contact and their words pushed them over the edge.
“You’re going to end me, Cyra,” He whispered as his body shuddered and he cursed.
“And you will do the same,” She cried as she spasmed on him, her body trembling against him as she came and he did also. She felt him whimper in her neck and her hand moved to stroke where his hair met the back of his neck. Aftershocks waved through both of them as she lightly touched his back until he had recovered.
Leaning up to look at her face, his lips covered hers.
“I love you. I don’t tell you enough. I love you so much. I don’t know how I got this lucky. I'm sorry. I'm sorry it took me so long. Cauldron, I was a fool,” He said with a look that made her heart melt. Before she could respond, he leaned down to kiss her intensely.
“I love you too. And I didn't exactly make it easy for you,” She said softly, still stroking his hair.
“I’m so fucking proud of you. As much as I am terrified about watching the combat, you are force to be reckoned with, Cyra, and I promise never to doubt you again. I can’t wait to see what you unleash tomorrow,” He murmured and the mating bond whirled in her chest.
“I…thank you. Thank you for saying that,” She whispered and they continued delicately touching each other until sleep overtook them.
***
“I’m going to vomit,” Azriel said as he stood on the sideline of the training ring with Cassian. Cyra stood in the middle, head to toe in the Illyrian leathers Emerie had recently redesigned for her, wrapping her hands with protective cloth.
Cassian chuckled before he started massaging Azriel’s shoulders to calm him.
“She’ll be fine. We’ve trained her for this. She looks like a badass right now,” Cassian reassured as Rhys moved to stand near them.
“The fog is…growing,” Rhys noted as he looked around the training ring. Although the area was full of spectators, no one seemed to notice the fog slowly seeping from Cyra’s feet. “Can you feel it?” Rhys asked Azriel who was staring at the ground.
“Yes. It’s hers,” He said blankly, moving to pace in place. Cassian stiffened as Jacobi and his entourage entered the training ring area, a smug look on his face.
“Ready to see your mate get beat down? Who knows, maybe you’ll be thanking me after. Perhaps I’ll hammer the mating bond out of her after the match,” Jacobi taunted and Cassian moved to grip Azriel’s arm as his jaw clenched.
“Get the fuck out of my face. I’m not the one getting in a ring with a female. Really says a lot about you,” Azriel seethed.
“Female? Can you even call her that? I’m sure her natural form is purely a nasty beast,” He emphasized as Azriel lunged forward but Rhys blocked him.
“He’s not worth it, Azriel,” Rhys muttered and Azriel spit at Jacobi’s feet before turning to walk away. Jacobi grinned as he moved towards the ring, riling up the crowd into cheer as he approached Cyra and took his shirt off.
Cyra scoffed as she saw his Illyrian tattoos and the intense scarring down his body while Jacobi pounded his chest at the crowd. It was freezing outside, but Jacobi was definitely showing off for the spectators.
Rolling her eyes, Cyra spoke. “Are you planning on getting your fans to grovel for you all morning or are you going to actually fight?”
“Ready to start the beating early? Hoping I’ll take you to my bed after you lose? I might consider it if you promise not to shapeshift while I fuck your ugly mouth,” Jacobi whispered and Cyra’s hands clenched into fists as fury flooded her body.
Azriel watched the interaction and felt Cyra’s emotions radiate to him. “I’m going to fucking kill him. And I will enjoy tearing each nail, bone, and hair from his body as I do,” He said, enraged by the interaction.
“Az, they haven’t even started yet. Give it a minute,” Cassian said calmly.
A bell sounded near the ring as Cyra and Jacobi starred each other down. The first bell indicated the match would start in one minute.
Calming her breath, Cyra let the fog inform her. She felt the magic pour into her bones as it sensed his body a few feet from her. She blocked out the emotions of others, instead choosing to let Azriel’s shadow magic dominate the pulsing bond in her heart and hands.
Azriel could feel her and was speaking back to her, emotionally. She felt him project confidence, reassurance, and love. The feelings brought a smile to her face as the second bell sounded, starting the match.
Before Cyra opened her eyes, she felt a cold, large, fist strike her temple, knocking her down with one punch.
Notes:
:) :)
Poor Cyra.
Here is the art that *inspired* the tent part :)
https://www.instagram.com/p/CnX1Xl4LMGV/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
Chapter 28
Notes:
I've been re-reading ACOSF and there are so many amazing moments that describe Azriel's struggle with the Illyrians. I forgot that Rhys says he actively avoids visiting the camps and would frequently send Cassian instead. He was so traumatized by his upbringing.
I struggled a bit to describe Azriel's interactions during the fight scene. Mostly because I think he would just shut down to cope. I tried to capture that here. I hope you enjoy it <3
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Get up, Cyra. GET UP! You can’t let him win with one punch. This was part of the plan. Let him think he beat you easily before you fight back. GET UP! She screamed in her mind as pain radiated down her body from the impact.
She felt a sharp tug through the bond and her eyes flew to Azriel, his face laced with worry. She gave him a small smile, reassuring him that she was ok.
Her wings had taken the brunt of the hit - another rule of the game. She had to have her wings out to equalize the playing fit. Despite having them exposed, they weren’t allowed to fly or attack each other’s wings intentionally. If they broke a rule, they were immediately disqualified.
Her breathing sped up as anxiety started to grow in her chest. Maybe this was a bad idea. Shit, shit, shit, she thought, scanning the angry faces in the crowd.
In the back of her mind, she felt Azriel start to panic in response. He knew taking the hit was deliberate but she imagined seeing his mate fall wasn’t easy.
The crowd became a mixture of cheers and silence, some Illyrians unsure of how to react to the devastating blow.
Some had hoped that Cyra would put Jacobi in his place from the beginning of the match. Revered as a seraphine, most Illyrians didn’t understand what she was or what she could do.
But she would beat him if she stuck to the plan. She just had to make him believe he was winning first.
“Get up, Cyra, you GOT this! Come on!” Cassian shouted from the side of the mat outside of the ring.
You can do this, Cyra, Rhys said calmly in her mind. Focus on the strategies we discussed. As High Lord, he didn’t want to show outward bias and Cyra understood, nodding to herself.
She had 15 seconds to stand up and she knew the end of her time was approaching. Putting her weight on one leg, she stood in front of Jacobi who mocked her by pretending to cry and rubbing his eyes dramatically.
She feigned difficulty while she tried to stand, limping a bit from the fall of the punch.
Jacobi riled the crowd up again into cheers and flaring his wings in anticipation. She had to let him get a few more hits in without knocking her unconscious before she would unleash herself.
Her eyes met Azriel’s for a millisecond and he stood completely still, trying not to show any emotion. But through the bond he silently sent her reassurance and pride.
Energy pulsed in Cyra’s body as she fought the urge to unleash her powers. She couldn’t jeopardize the fight with any exposed magic.
Taking a deep breath, she went for the obvious attack, lunging at him. He easily blocked the move, knocking her down on the hard mat again and she felt the impact along her side while she protected her head.
The Illyrian male warriors cheered, while Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys exchanged looks.
“Cyra, stand up! I’ve trained you better than this,” Cassian shouted, pounding on the training ring mat from the sideline. Even though she knew it was part of an act, his encouragement helped motivate her.
Getting to her feet again, Cyra saw Jacobi moving at a rapid pace towards her, aiming to body slam her once more. Before he could reach her, the fog informed her that he would aim for her right side. She jumped out of the way before he could, sticking her leg out to trip him.
He flew face first into the ring’s side bars, collapsing into them with a growl. She felt the rage bubble up in his chest as he roared, turning around quickly to pursue her.
The fog sensed his impending upper cut so she ducked, stretching a leg up to kick him in the groin with all her strength.
He collapsed with a welp, clenching his privates in distress.
“You fucking bitch!” Jacobi seethed, looking up at her from across the ring as the crowded froze in response.
“FUCK yea, Cyra!” Cassian cheered loudly, breaking the silence and Azriel smirked at Rhys.
Collecting herself, Cyra stood proudly, a small smile reaching her lips as she looked at Jacobi, hunched over in pain. He was collecting himself and plotting his next move when the fog started swirling.
The swirl indicated to her that his plans were changing rapidly as he considered what do next. With little warning he charged at her, catching her legs as he threw her across the ring.
Her wings tightened into her body as she slid rapidly across the training ring floor then tumbled out, rolling several feet to the muddy ground outside the ring.
Azriel was the first to reach her, not touching her to avoid breaking a combat rule that stated no one could help her.
“Are you ok?” He asked anxiously in a hushed voice, trying not to react too openly. She felt his distress pummel into her as his emotions ran raw. Cassian and Rhys were close behind but trying not to openly coddle her.
“I’m fine, I promise,” She flinched as she moved to sit up. “Just covered in filth,” She groaned as she moved to stand up and shook the mud off her hands. Azriel nodded slightly, studying the Illyrians around them as he gave her space.
Her white wings were now stained brown from the mud and the extra weight was heavy on her back.
Looking back at the ring, her eyes met Jacobi’s.
He’s planning to try to break a limb to incapacitate you. He won’t stop if he gets you down. He’ll try to kill you, Rhys said calmly through her mental wall.
Cyra gritted her teeth from the information, debating her next move with seconds left for her to get into the ring.
“You coming BACK, demon? Or do you need to swallow more of your mate’s seed to mask your hideous face?” Jacobi shouted through a laugh and his groupies cheered with him.
“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill him right now,” Azriel said through a clenched jaw as Cassian held him back by the shoulder.
“Not if I do first,” Cyra seethed as she ran back into the ring. Deciding not to keep up her facade any longer, she moved at the speed of light into him, uppercutting his jaw and punching his temple before she jumped in the air to land on his shoulders.
Her wings flared out to balance her on his back and he thrashed in response.
Jumping and light-traveling don’t count as magic if they don’t know about them…right? She smirked to herself as her hands covered his eyes, poking them with her thumbs. He struggled to see with her perched on his shoulders and whipped around through the ring.
Her arms moved to circle his neck, tight enough to incapacitate him but he broke out of her hold before she could effectively immobilize him.
“Get off me, cunt!” Jacobi shrieked as he gripped her wrists to throw her over his body. Before he could, she dug her thumb into his collarbone and he wilted to the ground instantly.
“Overgrown PIGEON,” He yelled, pounding his fist into the training ring.
Jumping off of him, she kicked his back as he rolled on the floor clutching his shoulder.
His body writhed in pain and the male Illyrians began to chant his name, encouraging him to get up be he continued to flounder on the ground.
Looking at the timekeeper, the male held up his hand, motioning that there were five more minutes of fighting. She waited for Jacobi to get up while the clock ticked forward.
Her eyes met Azriel’s and she followed his gaze to something on Jacobi. She didn’t understand at first what Azriel was studying until Jacobi stood and slightly limped on one ankle.
Azriel’s eyes pointed at the ankle again. A weakness. Thank you, mate, she thought, smiling inwardly. They circled each other as the fog informed her that he would aim for her hair next.
A dick move, she thought angrily as energy surged through her as she fought to keep it contained. He leapt forward, aiming for her back and she spun away, holding her braid out of his reach.
While she spun, she dove down, punching him directly in the lower rib before her foot crushed his ankle with all her weight.
He doubled over in pain, gripping his ribcage as he gasped for breath.
And then she saw it. Her opening to finish this. His wings were vulnerable. With one easy move, she could damage a wing in a non-permanent way that would end this.
Her eyes met Azriel’s and he looked at Jacobi’s wings as well.
I can’t. I can’t be that barbaric. I never would. There’s a reason I agreed to fight with my wings out. To show that I trust the Illyrians to respect their one rule: avoiding each other’s wings, She thought.
Azriel understood her thoughts from her feelings, nodding at her slightly after she shook her head.
Cyra waited for Jacobi to get up, the timekeeper indicating two minutes of combat left. Looking at him, the fog swirled once again, unsure of his next strategy.
The crowd was nearly silent in anticipation; female Illyrians were moving to the forefront of the ring, not daring to encourage Cyra. But she could feel their hope. Their encouragement. Their strength.
LOOK OUT, Rhys shouted in her mind as Jacobi pummeled her to the ground and they strained against each other.
“Time for your life to end, monster,” He seethed through his yellow teeth and his horrible breath washed over her.
Cyra heard Azriel shouting as Jacobi pinned her down, his hands moving to strangle her.
No. NO. This is NOT how this ends, she thought, panic starting to course through her body. Focus, CYRA.
Her knee moved to kick his groin but he was able to block her as he squeezed harder.
“NO!” Azriel shouted from the side as he approached them with Rhys and Cassian while female Illyrians joined him in an uproar.
Cyra knew he would try to kill her, even if it was against the rules. She felt him move one hand from her neck to the tendon on one wing before she felt it. The snap that resounded through the ring.
He’d snapped her left wing. He’d snapped her bone in the center of the wing. He’d broken the rules and her wing.
“YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD,” Azriel shouted, winnowing to Jacobi. “GET THE FUCK OFF HER!” He yelled as his siphons blasted the Illyrian off of Cyra and into a state of unconsciousness.
Cyra was immobilized, her brain trying to make sense of what had happened. All around her, chaos ensued.
She hear Azriel screaming in horror, the closest one to her as he tried to speak to her. Crying. She heard the Illyrian females rioting and the males defending Jacobi.
She heard Rhys telling Azriel he needed to winnow her to Velaris to see Madja. Cassian was in the background beating up one of Jacobi’s male counterparts.
And then she blacked out.
***
The worst pain of her life woke Cyra from her state of darkness. Searing, burning pain radiated down her back and to the tip of her left wing as someone touched the tendons and joints.
She was face down, her face cradled in her hands and her whole body paralyzed by the scorching pain.
“Motherfucker!” She screamed as her left wing was adjusted by someone. Light pooled into her hands as anger spread through her body. She couldn’t see who was touching her and the light energy overpowered her completely in response.
“Shit, Azriel, do something,” Cassian muttered as he pointed to the glow coming from her hands.
“Cyra, we’re here. Madja is fixing your wing. You have to try to stay still, baby,” He said with distress.
“Azriel? Where are you?” Cyra whispered, her arms reaching out in front of her as she felt temporarily blinded by the consuming pain.
“I’m here, baby. I’m here. I’ll never leave you. I can’t touch your hand yet but I will as soon as Madja is done,” He murmured near her shoulder as he ran soothing touches along her arm.
“Azriel, it hurts so bad,” She cried as the energy cleared slightly and her vision returned.
“I know. I know. I’m here,” He said, his eyes meeting hers before looking to see what Madja was doing.
“Please make her stop, I know how to heal my wing,” Cyra begged and Cassian, Rhys, and Feyre looked to each other and Azriel.
“I…I don’t think that’s a good idea, Cyra. She has to break and realigning your bones again to fix the multiple fractures. I know it hurts baby, it’s happened to me before. You can get through this,” Azriel cringed, watching Madja move her wing tenderly.
“AZRIEL, PLEASE,” She begged again as she screamed in pain once more, writhing on the bed. “Azriel. Azriel. Please,” She cried.
The look on his face was complete torture. Seeing his mate in pain and feeling her emotion was killing him. He considered for a moment before he looked to the others in the room.
“Azriel, please help me, I know how, please, please,” Her voice trailed off to a whisper as she begged, her eyes closing from the pain.
“Give us…give us a minute,” He said to Madja who gave him a look of disapproval as she began to protest.
“I STRONGLY advise you to let me continue to reset the wing,” Madja said sternly.
“Everyone out, now,” Rhys said softly and they all looked at him in surprise. Azriel gave him a silent nod of appreciation.
With a huff, Madja gently put Cyra’s wing down and everyone left them alone in the Cyra’s bedroom at the River House.
“What can I do, baby, tell me. I’ll do anything you need,” He said, grabbing her hands in her facedown position and the light energy traveled from him to her.
She felt the energy pulse within her, dulling the pain but not fully removing it.
“Take off all of your clothes,” She whispered, not looking at his face. The pain still consumed her as she clenched her face in her hands.
“Cyra, I don’t think now is the time-” He trailed off, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“It’s not for…that. Trust me, please?” She whimpered, her body shaking from the pain. He hesitated before standing to remove his weapons, boots, and Illyrian leathers.
Once nude, he sat at the head of the bed with her once more.
“Help me get undressed so I can sit up,” She said softly. “Cut them off,” She said, motioning to the soft pajamas someone had put on her.
He paused for a moment, unsure of her plan.
“Please Az, please. I’m your mate. Trust me. Something is telling me this will work. I don’t know why but I just know it will,” She pleaded and he nodded, standing to tear her clothes off.
Once she was naked, she leaned a hand up on his arm, struggling to sit up, and he moved to help her into an upright position.
The weight of gravity strained on her broken wing and it sagged to the bed. She cried out from the pain but kept moving until she was upright. He sat with her, awaiting more instruction.
“Sit…sit on the bed with your legs crossed,” She gritted out through the pain and he moved swiftly to the position she described. “Help me…get in your lap,” She said softly.
His eyebrows raised again but he didn’t question her. His arms moved to circle her waist before he carefully positioned her legs on either side of him.
He felt the brush of her broken wing on his crossed leg, the delicate feathers grazing his knee. He hated that his body instantly responded to her closeness. His erection strained painfully against his stomach but he reminded himself this was supposed to heal her.
“What now, baby?” He asked, lightly running a hand down her lower back, carefully avoiding her wings.
“Put your body fully against mine. Touching in as many places as once,” She whispered, looking into his eyes strained in pain. He nodded and hesitantly pulled her closer in places that avoid her wings.
She felt his hard, warm chest rigid against her. His strong torso clenched and trembling against her soft stomach. His manhood pressed between them both as she strained her hips closer.
She wrapped her arms around his neck so her head could rest on his shoulder and his arms circled her tightly.
“Relax,” She murmured, letting her body fall limp against him. He took a deep breath and did the same, hoping to comfort her with his calmness and tranquility.
When they both fully slackened, light energy started to pool in the areas their bodies touched. Azriel felt the warmth growing as her body requested more.
“Are we…are we transferring in more areas than our hands?” He whispered as his eyes shot open.
“Shhhh…..shhhh….” She soothed, her eyes still closed as her hands starting to stroke his back in calming lines.
The light increased, brightening the room as it traveled down their bodies to all corners. Looking over her shoulder, Azriel watched as the light made it’s way down Cyra’s back and to her wings, illuminating the white feathers with sparkling energy.
His mouth gaped as he watched it adjust her wings, realigning the bone and tendon internally. As each portion healed, the light moved further to the next broken section.
He felt her body flinch in response but her breathing remained steady and calm as she tried to meditate through the pain.
He watched the magic continue to repair her broken wing and slowly, the wing raised to meet the height and strength of her right wing.
The magic didn’t stop; he felt it pulse between them, searching for areas to heal her. The places she’d been punched, bruised, or impacted were healing.
He felt her body relax more into hers, the pain slowly dissipating.
“Incredible,” He murmured, closing his eyes as the feeling of the energy transfer twinged between them.
“My mate. My mate. My mate. My mate,” Cyra chanted over and over, her strength regaining as the light energy ebb and flowed. Consciousness returned and the intensity of his body against hers made my skin prickle with desire.
“Mate. My mate. I need you, now,” She whispered in his ear as she effortlessly lifted her hips and sank down on his straining cock.
“Holy shit, Cyra, I don’t know if we should-” He started but trailed off as she moved easily up and down on him, grinding her body against his in their intimate position.
“Shhh…it worked exactly as I thought it would. Let me take care of you now,” She said, their bodies touching completely as she moved on top of him.
He moaned, the change in emotions overwhelming him as he considered she was in excruciating pain moments ago. His body clenched, slowing her movements.
“Azriel, I’m ok. It worked. Don’t hold back please. Not this time. You healed me,” She emphasized, bringing one of his hands that was wrapped around her back to her cup her breast.
“Cyra, I don’t want to hurt-”
“Don’t say it. Don’t do this again. I’m here, I want you. Feel how wet I am for you,” She moaned, biting his ear lightly.
He nodded, not having the words to respond, and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on the small peak that was desperate for his touch.
If she needed this, he would give it to her. He would worship her body and the amazing creature she was. He would relish that she was his.
“I can’t lose you,” He murmured, catching her other nipple in his mouth as she moved on his lap faster. One of his hands trailed down to cup her ass to guide her movements on top of him.
“You didn’t. Mate. My mate,” She repeated, her orgasm quickly approaching as she rubbed body against his with every thrust.
“I’m…this is intense with our powers. I’m going to-” She trailed off.
“Come on my cock, Cyra. Come. Now,” He demanded and he watched her unravel, the light energy traveling through their connected bodies as his orgasm claimed him as well from the shear power of their energy exchange.
It felt different for both of them. As if the bond and the energy transfer caused their climaxes. The feeling came from deep within their bodies, connecting them more than they thought originally possible.
He felt himself clench inside her as she squeezed his body tighter against her.
“I am truly meant for you,” He whispered.
“And me, for you,” She responded breathlessly.
Feeling her start to relax in his arms as she recovered, he ran his hands up and down her back, trailing over her left wing gentle to soothe and feel the spots that had been healed.
She leaned back, searching his eyes to make sure he was ok. He gave her a small smile before he interlaced their fingers.
“I don’t…I don’t know how to live without you. When I saw him snap your wing, my whole world went black,” He explained, leaning his head against her chest bone. “He doesn’t deserve to live,” Azriel gritted out.
“I’m here. I’m fine. He cheated and lost. Not only did he lose the match, he lost the respect of the community. We will help them rebuild. I will train the females and give them strength to stand up to males like him,” Cyra said softly, her hand running up and down the back of his neck as he relaxed against her.
“I love you, Cyra. Promise me you’ll never do something like that again,” He begged as his glowing hazel eyes looked up at her lilac ones from with under dark brown wisps of hair falling in his face.
From this angle, he looked like an angel to her. She smiled, leaning down to kiss his lips in response.
“Just checking, are you guys ok - HOLY HELL, OH CAULDRON,” Cassian shouted, as he covered his eyes after walking in to see them intertwined on the bed.
Fortunately Cyra’s back was facing Cassian and she held back a laugh and a groan as she realized Azriel was still inside her. He chuckled in response to her reaction.
“Get the fuck out of here, Cassian. We don’t need an audience…this time,” He smirked as he winked at Cyra and her mouth dropped open.
“I have so many questions right now but honestly you two are a different breed. Literally,” Cassian said, facing away from them as he walked out of the room, shaking his head.
Cyra giggled into Azriel’s chest as the vibration traveled down her body.
“You laugh does something to me, baby,” He whispered as she felt him harden inside her again and her chuckle turned into a deep moan.
“Already?” She asked breathlessly.
“I intend to worship you all night for what you just did. Are you up for it?” He asked, flipping her to her back as he began kissing down her chest.
“You mean what we just did,” She smiled as she watched his mouth head further south.
Notes:
Only 1 or 2 chapters left. I'm not ready to leave these two but I feel like their story is coming full circle. And I just want them to be happy :)
Chapter Text
*3 Years Later*
Ancient Creature Record - Seraphine
Creator: Cyra Casteer (Seraphine)
Record Location: Prythian’s Night Court (High Lord Rhysand and High Lady Feyre Moonbeam)
Finalized Date: November 20, 4892
Seraphine Definition
Seraphines are ancient creatures that existed before the fae arrived. They are most often recognized by their physical appearance. Most notably, Seraphines have large white, feathered wings, lilac colored eyes, and blonde, nearly white/gray hair. While their origin is unknown, it is believed that Seraphines were created by the realm as a counterbalance to dark ancient creatures, such as kelpie and other flying or swamp beasts.
Prior to the arrival of fae, Seraphines lived in colonies which kept breeding lines strong. Seraphine community characteristics are similar to fae; they live with families, have mates or partners, and procreate similarly to other winged fae.
Seraphines are known to be strong warriors, having served in several wars and battles over time. Seraphine physical combat training typically starts at a young age for both males and females, usually around 8-9 years of age.
Since the arrival of the fae, Seraphines have been utilized in Courts for their unique magical abilities. In some cases, Seraphines were enslaved using shadowbone to force them to work for High Lords and rulers. As a result, most seraphines now live in hiding. The intent of this document is to spread awareness of the Seraphine plight to help the unique ancient creatures thrive and counterbalance dark threats for future generations.
Individual Seraphine Characteristics
- Duality of Power Hues (no specific hues mentioned)
- One primary power that holds the impact factor
- A secondary power that serves as the conduit
- Power Transfer with Intent (seraphine must want for transfer to happen)
- Power Adsorption (typically at the death of an ancient creature by the hand of the seraphine, but can occur when transferred by another creature, including fae. Excessive power harvest may result in injury or death)
- Light Harvesting (manifests in skin and eye luminescence, unique eye color)
- Feathered Wings with Large Wingspan (no specific color however white is predominant; typical to have ability to illusion away wings)
- Daemati-Related Tendencies (indeterminant - can range from heightened senses to full mind-reading and control)
- Unique Distance Traveling (use of speed of light to travel through spaces, typically low effort and innately programmed)
- Weakened by Shadowbone (all forms can immobilize seraphine powers)
- Siphon Use for Power Concentration (no specific stone needed but should be high strength/durable)
Seraphine Mating Bonds
- Ability to have Mating Bonds (with Seraphines or non-Seraphines)
- Non-Seraphine Bonds require Unique Magical Ability (strong ties to shadowsingers for complementary skills)
- Offspring requires Winged Mate to ensure Safe Birthing
- Low Birth Rate (May need 20 + years to conceive)
- Illuminated Irises in the Presence of Mate
- Mate Danger Sensing (Ability to know when partner is in danger)
- Magical Duplication upon Completion of Bond (Seraphine and Mate will retain original powers and gain the powers of their partner)
- Informational and Awareness Sharing (If either mate’s magical abilities provide spatial or emotional information, that intelligence may be shared between mates)
- Magical Preference (Ability to chose preferred dominant power and adjust as needed, even if the dominant power is one of the mate’s)
- Magical Strengthening (Original powers of both mates will be strengthened)
- Healing Abilities with Power Exchange of Mate (Pending severity of injury, partners may be able to completely heal each other through extensive physical touch)
Cyra stared down at the document she’d created for the Night Court’s Ancient Creature records in the library.
After discussing the concept with Rhys and Azriel, they’d agreed a document like this could benefit other seraphines or seraphine mates. She decided to wait a few years before drafting it, just to be sure that she fully understood her bond with Azriel.
He’d edited the document, teasing her endlessly as they recalled all the moments they’d learned of new skills or abilities from their bond. Rhys suggested she continue to update it every 10 years.
She smiled at the thought of the document being used. She hoped she could prevent someone else from struggling the way that she did.
Putting her signature to the document, she handed it to Gwyn who sat next to her, reading through some of her own research in the library alcove they loved. Gwyn had returned to the Night Court a year ago with her mate and rejoined the Inner Circle as lead librarian and researcher.
Gwyn smiled warmly at her, reading through the record document before standing to stamp it with the official Night Court librarian insignia.
“I’ll make sure to get this finalized and reprinted. Have you thought about who you’d like to share the document with, outside of the Night Court?” Gwyn asked, placing the document in a folder for safe keeping.
“Rhys and I agreed to share the document with trusted parties outside of the Night Court, including the High Lord of the Day Court. I was also thinking I could fly it down to the Seraphine communities I know of, if they’re still there, to get their blessing. Their culture can be…backwards so I expect some resistance. But I’d like to help them know about their own powers, if I can,” Cyra trailed off from her favorite large leather chair, doubting that she could really do anything to help them progress.
Gwyn walked over to place a hand on her shoulder. “You’re doing all you can. Just like with the Illyrians. Even if it helps one female, it means something,” Gwyn said sincerely and Cyra nodded, agreeing.
“Speaking of, should we head to the training ring? Cassian said he’s going to bring some of the Illyrian females here rather than training them in their hometowns. The males are still being insufferable,” Cyra mumbled, running a hand through her wavy, icy blonde braid.
“Yes! I’m looking forward to meeting them,” Gwyn beamed, placing the folder in her bag as the moved towards the library staircase.
“Are you excited for Rhys’s birthday celebration tonight? Feyre has really gone above and beyond to make it special for him. He’s probably going to cringe from the attention,” Cyra asked, chuckling.
“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it. Nesta has been picking dresses for me for weeks. At first I didn’t realize it was a fancy thing…”Gwyn said, twirling her long red hair as they exited the library.
“You can count on Nesta to find you the most scandalous dress out there,” Cyra chuckled as Gwyn blushed.
“It’s a good thing my mate will be joining me,” Gwyn said as they heard speaking from the training area.
Walking towards the training ring, Cyra noticed Cassian and Azriel already starting the afternoon lessons.
While they normally taught morning lessons, the demand for female training had sky-rocketed after Cyra and Jacobi’s battle 3 years ago, so much so that they now taught two 2 hour lessons twice a week to different groups.
The fight had caused a rebellion of sorts; females and lesser fae were outraged that Jacobi would attack another’s wings. A rule of the community that was seldom broken. While Cyra regretted that the battle had ended that way, it did have a lasting affect on many members of the Illyria.
Cyra felt the mating bond pull in her chest as she glanced up to Azriel who was questioning her emotions with just a look. She shook her head, smirking at him so he wouldn’t worry.
Having already participated in the morning lesson, Cyra and Gwyn stood on the sidelines as Cassian organized equipment in front of 8 female Illyrians and 4 female fae from Velaris. She smiled to herself as she saw their enthusiasm and felt the masked nervousness.
“Cauldron, it smells like sex in this ring. Like literally in this spot. Who the fuck was out here last night?” Cassian mumbled to Azriel who shrugged, his face a mask of indifference.
After a moment, his eyes flashed to Cyra and she blushed immediately as his smokey emotions projected to her. Lust. Desire. Fondness. Nostalgia. He was thinking about them from last night.
Her thoughts wandered to how they’d finally fulfilled Azriel's fantasy of fucking her multiple times in the training ring at 2 AM. She had to admit that when he first proposed the idea, she was both excited and horrified.
The training ring was the site of several of their past flirtatious interactions but it was also covered in sweat, blood, and general grossness of those that had trained over the years. She laughed to herself as she recalled when he threw a giant blanket on the training ring floor to address her concerns.
It had taken careful planning to ensure they wouldn’t be caught. They’d both used their powers to create a shadow around them and waited for the middle of the night on an a day when Nesta and Cassian were away from the House of Wind.
He’d told her he wanted her to ride him first, submitting to his beautiful, winged mate. Her cheeks reddened as she remembered his exact words, “I want to stare up at my mate and the night sky while I watch you unravel on my cock.”
But after he’d taken her that way, he ended the night behind her, driving into her roughly as he gripped her neck and she bent over in front of him.
He raised an eyebrow at her from across the ring, sensing her similar emotions and arousal. He chuckled and shook his head as Cassian began the lesson.
“Ladies, behind you is your fearless lead, Cyra Casteer. She normally leads these lessons but I’m told she’s ditching you all to get ready for the High Lord’s Birthday Party. Feel free to send glares her way. She has a strong affinity for Illyrian males of the spying variety,” Cassian teased as he winked at her. “Next to her is one of the Valkyrie, Gwyneth Berdara, in the flesh. Gwyn is one of the few females to survive Ramiel.”
All thoughts of arousal dissipated quickly as Cyra felt all eyes on them. She waved and wrapped an arm around Gwyn who grinned with her. Azriel smiled as he saw them together, his heart full knowing they got along and were friends now.
“Next to me, this 6’ 2” Illyrian hunk is Azriel, spymaster extraordinaire who has a weakness for seraphines. If you want him to treat you nicely in the training ring, just bleach your hair, get some light power, and grow wings. He has a soft spot for fluffy white feathers, too,” Cassian continued as Azriel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
“Please, don’t listen to anything he says. We’re here to train. Can you start the lesson, Cassian?” Azriel interrupted as he started handing out stretching bands to the nervous and blushing females staring at him. Cyra bit her lip as she tried not to laugh at the attention her mate was getting from the gawking fae.
The workout began and Cassian and Azriel ran through warm ups, kettlebell work, stances and punching, and beginners partner sparring. Cyra and Gwyn stayed for half of the lesson before Azriel came over to see them off.
“Gwyneth,” Azriel nodded warmly, unwrapping his hands before turning to Cyra. “When will I see you again, baby?” He asked softly as he pulled her waist to his and leaned down for a brief kiss.
“Gwyn and I are meeting Nesta, Feyre, and Elain to get ready. I can fly Gwyn down and then back to the House of Wind for the party,” She suggested, trying not to stare at his muscular body under Illyrian leathers.
“Good. So I’ll just meet you here. I have my suit and can use my old bedroom. How does your wing feel?” He asked, running a hand along her left shoulder blade where her wing was hidden.
Even after three years, her left wing still ached sometimes despite being completely healed. He had massaged it that morning at their mountain cottage before she flew to the library.
“I’m fine, dad. Now go back to your lessons so Cassian can stop throwing dagger eyes at me,” She scoffed, shoving him away playfully.
“Ok. Have fun getting ready. Don’t dance with anyone else before I get to the party,” He commanded, pecking her forehead before he pulled away. He said goodbye to Gwyn as Cyra smiled at him one last time and grabbed Gwyn’s hand.
“I know you’ve flown with others before but do you have any requests before we go to the River House?” Cyra asked, unveiling her wings as they approached a more private area in front of the House of Wind.
“No rapid dips or plunging please. Cassian LOVES to scare me,” Gwyn grumbled as Cyra wrapped an arm around her and chuckled.
“Understood. I promise to be a smooth flight. Illyrians aren’t as refined as seraphines,” She smirked, and they took off towards the River House.
***
Flying back to the House of Wind in full hair and makeup without disturbing Gwyn’s dress or equally made up status proved to be challenging. They both giggled as she landed and they had to smooth their outfits and hair from the wild wind. They started walking towards the House as the others arrived.
“I mean honestly, why even have the event up here,” Elain muttered as Cassian landed next to them with her in tow.
“I asked Feyre that since it’s our house…well really Nesta’s house now and got chewed out. So I don’t suggest bringing it up,” Cassian winked as he walked into the house to find Nesta.
Rhys landed next with Lucien in hand, a funny image for the Night Court’s High Lord and Cyra had to stifle a laugh as Lucien groaned when they landed and tried to smooth his own hair. He walked over to Elain, intertwining their hands as he nodded as Cyra.
Rhys and Lucien - what an odd pair, Cyra thought, giggling to herself.
Don’t even start, little seraphine, Rhys grumbled in her mind as he walked over to her.
“Happy birthday, Rhys. You’ve always been my favorite High Lord. Maybe this year you’ll get a gray hair?” She smiled and he scoffed, running a hand through his hair before wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they walked into the House.
“Doubtful. And I’m going to pretend that you know more High Lords than just Helion and me,” He smirked as he let her go and searched the living room full of familiar faces to find Feyre.
“Feyre told me to tell you she’s on the private balcony of the guest room. Enjoy the party,” Cyra said to him, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
“What are you up to, Cyra?” Rhys questioned, his talons trying to poke her mental walls but she stood firm.
“I promised not to tell. Just go and find her,” She said, pushing him in the direction of the guest room. He nodded, saying hello to a few of his friends as he maneuvered through the busy room.
Cyra felt the hairs on her neck prickle as the mating bond whirled in her chest. Her mate was here. Before she could turn around, familiar shadows tickled her hands as they encircled her from behind.
“Does he have any clue that Feyre is freezing her ass off in lingerie on the balcony?” Azriel whispered from behind her.
“Please tell me you didn’t see her, Azriel,” Cyra groaned, leaning into him but not turning to look at him.
“Of course not. Shadowsinger, remember?” He cringed as he leaned forward to wrap his arms around her, wings and all. She sighed into him, smelling his deep cedar scent. She hadn’t even seen him yet and her skin already felt like it was on fire.
“Feyre thought it would be a fun and adventurous idea. I tried to dissuade her…but I’m sure whatever they’re doing, Rhys has warded the balcony ten times over,” She chuckled as Azriel just shook his head and rested it on her shoulder.
“Cass and Nesta and are going to be pissed,” He grinned.
“How did training go?” She murmured, relishing in his warmth. She didn’t care where they were or who was looking at them. She couldn’t help but react this way to her mate.
“It was great. I think all the Illyrians will come back tomorrow which is always a good sign. But more importantly, what do you call this scrap of clothing you are wearing?” He said softly in her ear as Cyra felt a shadow graze down the exposed center of her back, between her wings. “And wings out? Are you trying to get me hard in the middle of this room?”
“You just smell so good…” She trailed off as she moved to pull away from him but he kept her tightly in place.
“I don’t suggest moving right now, baby or everyone will get an eyeful of how enticing you are to me,” He said softly in her ear as a shiver ran down her back.
His hand moved down the soft fabric of her hip. The floor length gown she wore was made of a silky gray material that dipped low in the back despite having long sleeves. Her large white wings were pulled in tight between them, sensitive to his breath.
He took a moment to gaze down her back where her long hair cascaded down between her wings. He took in the feminine curves of her body, accented by the strong muscles that supported her wings and all the fight training she’d led. His fingers trailed back to the opening of her dress, parking for the night at the small of her back.
“Cauldron, Az, give Cyra a little room to breathe. You’re making people uncomfortable. Remember it’s not your birthday party,” Nesta said as she brought Cyra a glass of champagne and Cassian shoved him away from Cyra. Azriel rolled his eyes, looking around the room.
“They can all fuck off,” He mumbled and Cyra blushed, putting an arm on his shoulder.
“I’ll be right back - do you want anything to drink?” He said to Cyra and she shook her head. He walked away, leaving a shadow in her hand to graze her fingers as she let one of hers trail him.
He tried to swat it away but it maneuvered out of reach before wrapping around his wrist like a cuff. He turned to raise an eyebrow at her before he winked and walked away.
“That’s a neat party trick,” Cassian mused, his eyes following the tiny shadows. “Give him a taste of his own stalking.”
“It helps me keep an eye on him so he doesn’t find any other winged creatures to seduce,” Cyra teased and took a sip of her champagne.
Her eyes trailed down to Nesta’s glass and she noticed she wasn’t drinking it. Cassian and Nesta were usually the first to get plastered at any party.
Come to think of it, the emotions she’s projecting right now are…questionable, Cyra thought, feeling nurturing, concern, and a different sort of love. A maternal love.
Holy shit. Nesta’s pregnant, she realized as she tried to control her facial expressions.
She couldn’t feel a ward around her but she assumed Rhys put one to help block the smell so others wouldn’t sense it.
Azriel looked over to her immediately from the bar, questioning the shocked emotion she radiated to him. She shook her head at him slightly, trying to convey that this was not the time to bring it up.
He walked back, scotch in hand as he looked between the silent group as the emotions hit him as well. He took a sip of his strong drink before interlacing his hands with Cyra to exchange power. After a few moments, he spoke.
“So…uh…what’s new?” He asked with a tentative voice. Nesta looked to Cassian before shrugging and Cassian looked as if he was going to vomit. His legs wiggled and his eyes darted around the room before he took a swig of his mead.
“Oh for crying out loud Cassian, you’re the worst secret keeper ever,” She scoffed, throwing her hands in the air.
“I didn’t do anything,” He argued, nervously looking around once again as Azriel smirked at their exchange.
“We’re having a baby. There, it’s done,” Nesta said dryly as a huge smile crossed Cassian’s face and he grabbed her, picking her several feet off the ground.
“Put me down, Cassian!” Nesta hissed and Cyra laughed at the exchange before covering her mouth with her hand.
“We are so happy for you both. What a blessing,” Cyra said smiling, as she gave Nesta a hug first, followed by Cassian. Cassian scooped her up into a big bear hug, avoiding her wings but still spinning her around.
“I’m going to be a papa.” He exclaimed quietly.
“The best papa,” Cyra emphasized, playfully punching him to put her down.
Azriel smiled, nodding as he gave Nesta and Cassian hugs as well.
“I’m genuinely thrilled for you both. I can’t wait to teach him or her to fly,” He said joyfully, and Cyra got butterflies as she watched the interaction.
“That’s if the baby even has wings,” Cassian pointed out.
“How are you feeling?” Cyra asked.
“Thank you. The last few weeks have been rough but I’m starting to feel better. We’re going to wait a few more weeks before we ask Rhys to lift the ward. How did you know?” Nesta said looking at Cyra.
“Your emotions were…different. New to me,” She said sheepishly and Azriel wrapped an arm around her.
“Well you two just need to get busy working on your own progeny. We can start our own Illyrian training camp, minus all the hazing and mud,” Cassian teased as Cyra reddened and Azriel squeezed her arm tighter.
The truth was they had been trying already for a year. But she knew it would take a while. Remembering Azriel’s face when she had first suggested it made her bond flutter in response. He was a mixture of pure joy and sadness, a male who wanted to the right the wrongs of his own childhood.
Fertility issues were known among fae and even more prominent in seraphines. Cyra gave Azriel a loving smile, conveying to him that she was ok with whatever happened. And she really meant it - she’d accepted they may never conceive.
She knew there were other ways to have life fulfillment and she’d already gotten the many things she thought she’d never have. Her mate. Her purpose - training the females.
“We’ll keep that in mind, Cass,” Cyra said as Feyre and Rhys walked back into the room, dressed in their fine clothing and smooth facial expressions.
“Well that didn’t take long. Your stamina failing you in your later years, old guy?” Cassian yelled at Rhys as they approached.
A blush rapidly covered Feyre’s face as Rhys rolled his eyes and sipped his champagne before nodding to a few friends around the room.
“Not in the least. I just didn’t want to leave all the nice party guests to be entertained by your asinine jokes, brother,” Rhys smiled sarcastically. Feyre scanned Cyra, noticing her quiet demeanor and mentally asked her what they’d been discussing.
“Ah, so everyone knows the happy news?” Feyre asked the group tentatively. Azriel nodded and Cassian beamed, pulling Nesta in for another bear hug as she swatted him away.
Cyra leaned into Azriel’s side, his arm running under her wings and around her waist as he pulled her in closer.
This was it. This was all I wanted for years and years. To not be invisible. To have a family. A mate. My life, she thought and her mating bond projected joy and relief. Azriel felt it, sucking in a breath before exhaling heavily and kissing her forehead.
His hand intertwined hers once more, letting the silent bond transfer energy between them. Always reassuring. Always strengthening.
“I love you,” He whispered in her ear and she leaned up to kiss his lips with a smirk.
“I love you too, Azriel.” She beamed.
Notes:
I'm so not ready for this to end but we just have one more chapter (epilogue). Thank you for going on this journey with me to write my first *ever* fan fiction.
Reading back, there are always things I think I could have changed in the story or writing, but I also love seeing the journey of the characters.
It was therapeutic in many ways. I hope to write more about different scenarios or characters as inspiration comes.
P.S. did you catch my guess at Rhys and Feyre's last name? :)
Chapter 30: Epilogue
Notes:
Apologies that this took me so long. Life has been crazy and I struggled so much to say goodbye to these two. I hope you like it!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Cyra’s eyes met Azriel’s through the darkness of their shadows. He looked thoughtful for a moment before a slow smile spread on his face. He extended his shadows into the crack of an open door before them as he motioned that he would move forward.
She nodded at him, confirming that they’d found their target and that she’d cover him from behind. Letting more shadows surround her from her palms, her lilac siphons flickered in response to the power surge. She smirked, remembering that they were in the Autumn Court on their first mission together.
While Rhys typically avoided sending mates together, having two shadowsingers working on one task had significant advantages.
After much consideration and debate, Rhys agreed to support their request to find the shadowbone shackles Eris had used on Cyra years ago when he’d kidnapped her.
While she wouldn’t be able to physically hold them to take them back to the Night Court, Azriel would since he wasn’t born a seraphine and she needed some security that the Autumn Court wouldn’t use them on her again.
Cyra was also critical to the mission so she could confirm the shadowbone material when they found it, although the thought made her cringe inwardly.
Azriel sent an emotion of focus to her, his face encouraging her to stay present on their task and she nodded again. Although she could see him perfectly, she knew he was nearly invisible to the naked eye; completely shrouded in shadows like she was.
Azriel stalked to the slightly ajar door and slid through as Cyra followed. Her eyes adjusted rapidly to the warmly lit room. Maroon velvet, auburn taffeta, and golden silks decorated the opulent bed where Eris sat, facing away from them.
The room was stunning if she was honest with herself. A room fit for a High Lord’s son. The wooden four post bed was painted with gold lacquer and the large bay windows were draped in a rich, burgundy curtain that was sealed shut with a gold rope.
The room was dim, lit only by candles and a large fire that seemed to glow abnormally large, like some magic powered it. It was late; nearly 1 AM so she was surprised to find Eris awake.
Returning her focus to him on the bed, she noticed he was not wearing a shirt, his arms propped back behind him as he leaned back slightly. Her eyebrow raised to look at Azriel and he shot her back a mischievous grin before she heard a loud moan come out of Eris’s mouth.
She jerked her head back to Eris and saw his head tipped back slightly in pleasure. Oh Cauldron. Of course we are walking in on THIS, she groaned silently as Azriel sent rich amusement down their bond and laughed inaudibly. She rolled her eyes, knowing he was loving this.
Shifting her gaze back to Eris, she saw one of his hands rest on the head of someone bobbing between his legs as he guided their mouth up and down.
Before she could do anything, Azriel sent her a warning emotion down the bond as he winnowed right behind Eris, putting his neck in a death grip.
“What the FUCK?!” Eris shouted as he jerked with confusion and the person between his legs fell back to the floor.
“Am I interrupting something?” Azriel said sardonically, tightening his grip as his shadows tied cuffs around Eris’s hands before he could move them to grip Azriel’s arms.
He looked briefly at Cyra, indicated for her to stay hidden in the shadows. She nodded to him as she saw the fae who had been servicing Eris scramble to find their clothes.
A beautiful, dark haired male with blue eyes and a chiseled body shoved boxer shorts on, shuffling away as he headed for the door. Before he could move, Azriel sent shadows out at the male, wrapping around his feet, hands, and mouth before he could escape and alert someone.
“Be quiet and you won’t be harmed,” Azriel commanded to the male as he moved him into Eris’s bathing chamber.
Cyra knew her face couldn’t hide the shock and Azriel smirked at her reaction. He knew she was both admiring his quick work and realizing what she just saw. He knew. Of course he knew that Eris enjoys female and male company, she grumbled in her mind and she felt his laughter down their bond.
“What do you want shadowsinger? I’ve been trying to get you to join me for years. I imagined your arms around my neck but not like this. Have you finally dumped your winged female for me? You could have at least waited until I finished to interrupt,” Eris growled, irritated as Azriel stood him up in a locked position.
Her eyes tried very hard not to look at what was still hard and right in front of her and she felt Azriel snicker as her embarrassment trickled down their bond. Ok, but really how am I not supposed to look? She questioned herself.
“No judgement, I just prefer seraphines. Speaking of, my mate happens to be staring at your dick so could you try to calm yourself down?” Azriel gritted, as he shoved him face down on the floor, still bound.
Azriel held his shadow shackles as he nodded at Cyra, indicating she could release her shadows. With a deep breath, she cleared the shroud and stood before them. Eris peered up from the floor and a smirk crossed his face as he eyed her up and down.
“Well, well, well. Do I get both of you? Can’t say I was expecting this but I’d certainly take a winged sex sandwich over Nolan over there,” Eris gestured to the bound, dark haired fae who whimpered slightly. “I do love being tied up, so feel free to continue…” Eris said suggestively to Cyra who rolled her eyes.
“While I’m sure Azriel would love to keep torturing you in a different way, we do need information from you. Where is your shadowbone stash?” She asked directly, pulling a dagger out from her thigh sheath.
His smirk faded as he watched her twirl the blade in her hand. He took a long gulp as he considered her question, his eyes flickering from her dagger and then back to her face. His facial expression morphed to ambivalence as he answered.
“I don’t know where it is. After you left me at the lake, unconscious, I didn’t see them again,” He replied and Cyra could feel his emotions hiding something.
Lie. Her eyes met Azriel’s from behind Eris and he nodded, confirming he felt the lie as well.
“Who rescued you from the lake?” Cyra asked angrily.
“The captain of our guard,” He replied with a bored tone as he looked off into the distance.
“Did he take the shadowbones?” She asked forcefully.
“No,” Eris replied.
Lie. She thought as she felt the spicy emotion of dishonesty.
“Have you used them since I escaped?” She demanded and his eyes flicked to hers for a moment before looking away.
“How would I have used them if I didn’t have them?” Eris responded sarcastically and she felt it again. Another lie.
Rage filled Cyra’s body as she considered who Eris had used the shadowbones on. The searing pain of their bite was still potent in Cyra’s mind and she shuddered thinking about it.
Are there more seraphines in the Autumn Court, living in this prison? Because I WILL free them, she thought, her emotions projecting to Azriel. His eyes questioned her, feeling determination, resolve, and fury.
“Uh…shadowsinger, your mate seems to be sparking,” He said nervously, his eyes trailing to her hands where sparks flared onto the ground.
Before Azriel could react, Cyra light-traveled to inches in front of him, her sparking hand griping his throat tightly.
“You are really annoying. And not worth a second more of our time,” She seethed, sending a shock of light through him that knocked him unconscious. She had promised Rhys she wouldn’t kill Eris today, as much as she wanted to.
“Fuck, Cyra. That was hot,” Azriel mused as he strode over to her. “I’d like to kneel down right here and show you how I feel about what you just did,” He said, his hand trailing down to intertwine with hers and exchange power.
“No time. Let’s go,” She urged, pulling his hand as she shrouded them in shadow.
“Where are we going?” He whispered, emitting more shadow to double up.
“He has another seraphine. I felt his lies. Fortunately, he lied so clearly it was easy to sense. We have to find them before Eris wakes up. The shadowbones will be with the seraphine,” She said urgently as they rounded a corner.
“We can try. I know where the dungeons are. If there is a seraphine, we can scout for them there. It’s tricky but…we can navigate there if we are meticulous about staying in the shadows,” He explained and she nodded in agreeance.
“I’ll follow your lead, Az,” She said sincerely, squeezing his hand. For a brief moment, he gave her a look that conveyed all the love he projected to her through the bond and she felt her heart flutter.
“I’m going to winnow us to the entrance of the dungeon. The rest is warded against winnowing. Stay behind me,” Azriel said softly.
“Wait, what about the male in the bathing chamber?” Cyra asked looking back to the room.
“I’ll release my shadows when we winnow out of the Autumn Court. He’ll be free. Let’s go find whatever they’re hiding,” Azriel said as Cyra nodded.
***
The dungeons were already dark, making their shadow movement seamless while Cyra and Azriel navigated the tunnels. Cyra trailed his steps, being a shadow to her shadow. As they approached a guard, they pressed against a wall.
Azriel moved in the shadows to position himself directly behind the guard, pressing into his collarbone to incapacitate him before he was could even realize what was happening. He bound the guards hands and feet before he looked around and motioned for her to follow.
“There will be more. They can’t see us but if they find his body on the ground, they’ll be looking,” He murmured and she nodded silently.
Moving forward, they approached two more guards and this time, Azriel motioned to her hand to shock them with light energy. Azriel incapacitated the first one while she got the second guard simultaneously.
They’d found that their individual preference was still to use their original powers, but their abilities to switch constantly were helpful in many situations. Taking her hand, Azriel led her down a set of stairs until they reached the cells of the prisoners.
“We can’t winnow out of here. If anything happens, light-travel out. I will too,” He whispered.
“I’m not leaving you. I’ll get us both out,” She responded and he opened his mouth to argue before she sent an extra burst of energy through their bond. The exchange made him shudder briefly and acquiesce to her wishes.
“You’re my mate. I’m not leaving you,” She said sternly in a hushed tone. He nodded hesitantly and pulled her hand to move forward. They approached the first cell and looked in.
“Empty,” Cyra whispered with disappointment. Moving to the next, a creature resembling a wolf hybrid snarled but kept to itself as she scooted closer to the wall opposite of the cell.
Azriel pulled her forward away from the beast as they moved to the third cell.
“I can feel it, Az. The shadowbone is close,” She trembled as he squeezed her hand again. Looking into the third cell, a large, male, seraphine shivered in the back corner, only dressed in pants.
His bare arms and chest shook violently from the chill in the air as he tried to wrap his large feathered wings around his body. He was muscular but thin; clearly a once fit male that had been starved for some time. His overgrown, icy gray hair fell in his lilac eyes that were dull from abuse.
“Gabriel?” Cyra whispered, her hands flinging to the bars before Azriel stopped her, an inch away.
“Shadowbone, Cyra!” Azriel whispered intensely, his eyes flickering to the bars. “I will get him out.”
Cyra nodded as she studied the seraphine; he was weak and frail. His head moved slowly as he looked up before recognition crossed his face and he tried to stand.
“Cyra?” He asked incredulously. “Are you…real?”
Her heart broke seeing the pain in his eyes. Azriel moved closer, looking at the lock on the prison cell before taking his dagger out to tinker with the key.
“Stay…stay away from me,” The seraphine whimpered, moving towards the back corner of the cell when Azriel approached.
“It’s ok, Gabe. We want to help get you out. This is my mate, Azriel. I thought…I thought you died in the war with Hybern,” She whispered, keeping a safe distance from the shadowbone.
“I…I narrowly escaped,” He said, struggling to speak from exhaustion as he looked at them warily. “I made it back to the continent before I was captured a year ago by this Court,” He explained, his voice raspy.
“We’re going to try to get you out of here, Gabe,” Cyra whispered as she watched Azriel work.
Azriel picked the lock and pulled it off slowly to avoid making too much noise. He placed the shadowbone lock and chain on the floor before he entered and moved to unlock the shadowbone shackles on the seraphine’s ankles.
“If I help you, can you walk? We need to get out of the dungeon before I can winnow us out,” Azriel asked, bending over so the seraphine could throw his arm over his shoulders.
“Let me help him, you can grab the shadowbone chains,” Cyra suggested and Azriel agreed. Gabriel nodded, leaning on to Cyra to help him stand.
His large, white feathered wings trailed the ground behind him and he reddened, seeing their weakness. Azriel felt his discomfort and spoke first.
“Don’t worry about it. After some exercise, you’ll get your strength back,” He said with a soft smile.
“I haven’t flown in over a year. I just hope I remember how to,” Gabriel responded sadly. Cyra nodded, taking small steps forward to help him exit the cell.
Azriel shrouded them in shadows as they slowly worked backwards out of the dungeon. Commotion started at the entrance to the cells as the disabled guards were found by other guards.
“Can I light-travel us out? Do you think they warded for that?” Cyra whispered and Azriel looked to be deep in thought.
“It’s worth a try. Do you remember the evacuation point? I can winnow us home after that. It will be a lot to carry both Gabriel and me,” He explained and she looked at Gabriel. He nodded, wincing slightly from the movement.
“I have to get out of here. I’ll do anything it takes. If I were strong enough, I’d trying to light-travel myself,” He whispered.
Determined, Cyra grabbed their hands and closed her eyes as she let the light take over. They traveled briskly to the evacuation point and she smiled as she realized they were successful.
“Let’s go home, Az,” She beamed. “Take Gabe - I’ll meet you at the safe house.”
“Not before you, baby. I need to see you leave the Autumn Court. Go,” He urged and she hesitantly agreed, instantly traveling the the doorstep of the safe house.
***
“Thank you…both. Thank you for saving my life,” Gabriel said sincerely, sitting on the bed of a room in the safe house that was assigned to him. Housekeepers came in with trays of food and clothing, along with one male who carried hot water into the bath.
Gabriel was taken to a safe house in the Night Court where Feyre and Rhys asked him to stay, at his own free will. He was still in danger but they realized he’d been in captivity for years and couldn’t deny him the ability to leave.
It had taken much convincing, but Cyra shared her story with Gabriel and encouraged him to stay, at least until he was strong enough to fly. She promised to visit him daily until he got his strength back enough to start moving. He nodded appreciatively but with some hesitance as he studied the room.
Giving him privacy, Cyra and Azriel walked into the hallway to speak with Feyre and Rhys.
“How do you know him, Cyra? Can we trust him?” Rhys asked thoughtfully.
“He was…my first boyfriend,” She admitted, “We grew up together. I haven’t seen him in over 200 years since I left my parents community,” She said, her cheeks slightly reddening.
The mating bond pulsed wildly in her chest as she felt Azriel react. Jealously, anger, and retribution projected from his emotions and she looked over to see him clench his jaw.
“No. You’re wrong about him. He is good. We were just teenagers, Azriel. It was mainly physical and we were two lonely kids,” She shrugged and she felt him flare even more.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better? You’re telling me we just brought home someone you’ve been intimate with?” Azriel emphasized.
“Ok maybe that wasn’t the best wording…he had a mate and he found her shortly after I left the community. She…she didn’t survive the war with Hybern. I had been told he was with her at the time so I thought he had died too. We just all need to be sensitive about this. He’s been through horrible, unspeakable things,” Cyra cringed and she felt Azriel’s remorse immediately.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I was out of line. The bond still makes me…jealous,” He said with a sheepish look as he grabbed her hand. Rhys smirked, studying their interaction.
“We’ll look after him. He’s safe here. I’ll deal with the fallout from Eris. All in all, great job, you two. You successfully retrieved the shadowbone and saved a seraphine. Maybe more missions are on your horizon,” Rhys smiled as Feyre rolled her eyes.
“So they’re allowed on missions together but we aren’t?” She scoffed.
“Feyre, Darling. I’ll send you on a few missions right now if you’d like,” He teased and Cyra shook her head, walking away.
“Come on, Az. Let’s leave them to their innuendos. I’ll come back later today to check on Gabe. I want to see our son,” She said, as she pulled his hand towards the front door of the safe house. Azriel smiled as they took flight for the House of Wind.
***
“Uncle Cass! Why don’t you have feathers like ME!” The child screamed as he chased Cassian around the House of Wind’s training ring.
“Because I’m an Illyrian and you’re only half-Illyrian. It’s a good thing your other half is pretty cool though,” He laughed, dodging the 4 year old’s attempt to catch him.
“My wings are bigger than yours, Julian,” A older girl teased, flexing her wings out as she took flight above them both.
“Yea, for now, Noel. You’re 5 years older than him. It’s a matter of time until Julian catches up to you and surpasses your wingspan,” Cassian said, pulling his daughter’s leg as he tackled her down and tickled her.
“Cassian, can you not get her dirty today. We have dinner with Elain and Lucien later and I’d like to not have to give her yet another bath,” Nesta yelled from the house and Cassian laughed, helping the girl up.
“Uncle Cass, can you show me again how to fly HIGH!!” The little boy shrieked. Cassian picked the boy up and zoomed him around the ring in pretend flight. Julian spread his wings wide, pretending he was soaring through the sky.
“I think your daddy would like to show you too. Here he comes!” Cassian said, pointing to Azriel’s approaching form.
Landing just inside the training ring followed by Cyra, the little boy squealed with happiness as he saw Azriel.
“DADDY - Uncle Cass…Uncle Cass said he’s going to show me, um, how to, um, fly HIGH!!” The little boy said as he ran to Azriel’s legs to hug him. Azriel rubbed his back as he responded.
“I hope you were nice to Uncle Cass, Aunt Nesta, and Noel during your visit,” Azriel said, kneeling down to one knee to smile at the little boy.
Cyra felt her heart jump as she saw them together. Her mate was an amazing father. He was rewriting his own history by showering their son with love and affection.
The little boy’s dark brown, nearly black shiny hair flopped in his lilac eyes and his gray feathered wings flapped excitedly without pulling him an inch off the ground.
“I was nice, daddy. I took my plate to the sink every night so the House wouldn’t have to do it, just like, um, just like mama told me to,” He explained and Azriel looked back at Cyra who was beaming with pride.
“Do I get a hug and a kiss too?” Cyra asked, kneeling down and the little boy ran to her to embrace.
“Mama, can I show you the painting I made with Auntie Feyre? She, um, she taught me how to um, paint a face!” Julian said enthusiastically.
“I’d love to see that, my darling. Can you go grab your bag and your painting,” Cyra asked, kissing his cheek. The little boy scurried off to find his belongings and Cyra looked back at Cassian.
“Thank you again. We wouldn’t have been able to go together without your help,” She said to Cassian as she gave Noel a hug.
“Any time. We need to get that boy in flight training, stat,” Cassian smiled as he elbowed Azriel and Cyra groaned, not ready for her only child to start training.
“He’s a child, can’t he enjoy life a little more?” She said, asking no one in particular and Cassian chuckled.
“Hey buddy - ready to fly home with us?” Azriel asked, motioning to his chest.
“YEA!!!!!!” The little boy screeched, running full force to Azriel’s chest where he clung on to his leathers. Azriel stood up with the boy clutched to his body.
Welp. Now my heart has exploded, Cyra thought as the little boy nestled with Azriel and they prepared to fly.
“Thanks again, Cass. I owe you one,” Azriel smirked, shoving his arm.
“Yea…yea. Meet me at 6 am tomorrow to train as payback,” Cassian yelled as he and Noel walked back to the house.
Looking at the sky, Azriel turned to Cyra before saying, “Ready?”
***
Closing Julian’s door, Cyra sighed as she walked back into the living room of the mountain cottage. She moved to sit on the generous couch as she looked out the window at the incredible view before her eyes flickered back to the fire Azriel had started. It was early fall but the cooler days were nice for curling up and relaxing in the mountains.
“He’s sound asleep. He wanted me to check for Attors four times but eventually I was able to prove no one was in his room. I also told him Auntie Feyre would protect him from the Attor,” She mused at Azriel who was pouring two glasses of wine in the kitchen.
She eyed his outfit - a simple, soft black shirt and gray sweatpants. She felt the mating bond twirl in her chest as she studied his chiseled body through the clothing, not even noticing him holding out the wine glass for her. His eyes followed her line of sight and he chuckled.
“Are you eye-fucking me right now, baby?” He smirked as he handed her a glass and sat next to her on the couch. She blushed, moving to take a sip.
“No. Maybe you should be a little less full of yourself,” She scoffed, turning her attention back to the fire.
“Well, I mean, I would like to know how I compare to your first boyfriend. Did he fuck you the way I do?” Azriel said softly, sitting next to her on the couch. One of his hands grazed her thigh, moving upwards and her breathing hitched. She swallowed slowly and didn’t respond.
“Did he taste you every night like I do?” He whispered, leaning forward to put down his wine as he reached over to kiss her neck. Her head involuntarily fell back as Azriel sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck.
“We…we barely knew where to put anything at 17 years old, so I can confidently say it was nothing compared to you. And no, he never did that,” She said breathlessly as she placed her wine glass down.
“Did he make you come, multiple times each night?” He asked, one hand teasing her nipple through her nightgown.
“Az…are you trying to start something?” She asked, her lilac eyes meeting his heavy, hazel ones. He smirked, shrugging. Her mouth moved to a firm line as she shifted to face him.
Removing her nightgown, she moved to straddle his waist in her undergarments.
His hands slid up the sides of her stomach, approaching her breasts as she pressed her core down against his straining cock. Looking down, she saw the tip of his cock sticking out from his pants, glistening with his already apparent arousal.
“Fuck, Cyra, even after all these years, being with you makes me feel like I am 17 years old. Just seeing you staring at my cock could make me come,” He rasped as his lips moved to kiss her jaw.
“What if I…what if I couldn’t let you fuck me? What if we were afraid of being caught by our parents?” She said tentatively, unsure if he’d want to play along. His movements froze for a moment before he caught on and resumed his attack on her neck.
“Then we’d need to be extra quiet as we touch each other. We wouldn’t want to get in trouble,” He mused, grabbing a fist full of her hair to pull her head back as his lips trailed down her neck.
Feeling her hot against his throbbing erection, he moved his hips up against hers, angling the tip of his exposed cock to press against her clit with every thrust.
“Fuck, Azriel. Rub me against your cock,” She demanded, still a little hesitant to participate in dirty talk. He smiled in response, gripping her ass to push her harder against him. He had recently requested she be more vocal in the bedroom and he appreciated her attempts.
“Like this, baby?” He asked, leaning down to capture her nipple over the lace of her bra. Pulling the cup down roughly with his hand, his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud before he sucked and bit it gently.
“Yes, yes,” She encouraged, rubbing her arousal against him. She could feel her undergarments soaked in her wetness as she slid against him. “I need more. Can you…can you put the tip in? So I can feel it?” She begged, grabbing his shirt to remove it. He groaned as she ran her hands along his tattoos, stimulating his already sensitive skin.
The role playing and her touch had him moments away from fucking her senseless but he reminded himself about their game. Looking down between them, he moved her lacy underwear to the side as he took in the sight of her pussy.
She was wet and ready for him; her body already trembling in anticipation and it took all the restraint he had not to plunge into her. His hand moved to grip his cock and he pumped it a few times before he lined it up with her entrance.
“I love watching you touch yourself,” She whispered and he smirked at her, running his hand up and down the firm length several more times.
His eyes moved up to her face and he saw her staring down in anticipation, enamored with the sight as much as he was.
“Put it in, Az, I just want to feel a little bit of it. I need it,” She moaned out, still staring between them. He groaned as he pushed forward slightly, only half of the tip of his cock moving inside her.
“More, more, more,” She begged, pulling at his shoulders and he obliged, thrusting slightly further in, only an inch inside her. The touch was torturous; Cyra had to fight her body’s urge to move on him and Azriel was on edge just watching them.
They both groaned from the feeling and Cyra threw her head back in pleasure as she moved very slightly up and down on his cock.
“You’re so big. I still remember the first time I saw your cock - I didn’t think it would fit,” She whispered in his ear as she heard him moan in response. His hands moved back to her hips to guide her up and down on the tip of his cock.
“And look at how good you take me now, even just the tip of me. You dirty girl, so desperate for me,” He gritted back. “Tell me…did you want to fuck Eris when you saw his hard dick today? Or did you want to keep him in the restraints and punish him?” Azriel asked, leaning down to bite her nipple gently as the words came out.
Cyra froze in response, shocked by the question. In truth, she had been aroused by the sight of Eris and it made her feel guilty for looking at someone other than her mate. Unsure of what to say, her eyes frantically tried to look anywhere but his face. She felt him chuckle slightly.
“It’s ok, don’t panic. Did you think I didn’t feel your moment of arousal when you saw him naked? You don’t need to be ashamed,” He murmured, pacifying his bite by continuing to lick her nipple.
“I…I don’t?” She asked hesitantly, still frozen with an inch of his cock inside her.
“Don’t get me wrong, I was jealous as fuck and ready to kill Eris, but its a natural response,” He mused, pulling to look back at her face as he brushed some hair from her cheek. “It would be hard for me to share you with anyone but there may be some…circumstances I’d be willing to consider,” He smirked with an eyebrow up.
Cyra’s mind raced as she considered what he was saying. She wasn’t opposed to the idea but it was certainly a new concept for her.
“I’ll keep that in mind and we will discuss it later. But for the record, you’re mine, and if anyone tries to get near you without my permission, I will fucking kill them,” Cyra ground out possessively as she suddenly slammed her hips down on him, pulling him flush to her body.
The sudden movement caused him to yell several expletives as he cried out.
“Say it, Azriel,” She demanded, her lilac eyes starting to glow. His hazel eyes flashed to hers, also glowing in response as their bond quivered between them.
“I’m yours, baby. Always. Now hurry before someone catches us,” He begged, slamming her hips down on him again. She rode him harder, leaning forward to grip the edge of the couch as her body moved over him.
“Say it again,” She pleaded as she felt tingles start to extend from her thighs to her lower back. One of his hands moved to intertwine with hers, doubling the pleasure they felt as their bodies exchanged energy.
“I’m yours. And you’re mine. My mate,” He gritted, his complementary thrusts becoming more frantic.
“Yes, yes. Yours,” She cried as she felt her body spasm on him and her orgasm crushed her. She fell on top of him as his own orgasm claimed him and she felt his cock pulse inside of her. His hands gripped her ribs almost painfully as he clenched her body to his before he released her.
Slowly, they rested on each other, calming their breathing as they recovered.
“Az…” She whimpered, still seated on his lap and he began to run his fingers up and down in soothing strokes.
“Let me take you to bed, my love,” He said softly in her ear as he stood them together, carrying her to the bedroom. Arms wrapped around his neck, Cyra leaned into his chest, taking a deep whiff of her mate’s scent.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” She whispered, eyes closed as he laid her next to him in the silky sheets. He curled her into his side, stroking her cheek until his hand ran down her arm to intertwine their hands.
“Thank you for not giving up on me - for coming here year after year. For making Velaris your home. For our beautiful son. And for our life,” He said softly.
The words faded into Cyra’s unconsciousness as her eyes felt heavy and her cheek rose and fell with the movement of his chest. Her mate.
Notes:
Hopefully that wasn't too spicy of an ending :) I originally wanted to write an Azriel/Cyra/Eris coupling but it just didn't feel right to me. The Eris fan art has just killed me this week!! I think Azriel and Cyra would want someone else if they ever went that direction. What do you think? Maybe I'll write some one-shots.
Thank you for coming on this journey with me to write my first fan fic. I've gotten positive and negative criticism and I really appreciate all your thoughts.
I know my version of Azriel may not be who SJM or readers think he should be. He always felt *different* to me than the ACOSF bonus chapter. Regardless, I love him so much and can't wait to see what happens with the SJM series.
<3 much love to you all!
Chapter 31: Bonus Chapter 1
Notes:
SURPRISE!!!!! I'm back. Ya'll asked for it...
Trigger warning: multiple people, one bed :)
This is purely smut. There is nothing wholesome here.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
***A few years later***
The great hall of the Hewn City was illuminated with floating black candles that twinkled and ebbed in intensity as denizens moved in and out of the enormous space. The air was thick with the smell of jasmine, warming and overwhelming Cyra’s senses.
She’d been to the Hewn City three times total; each time she was strategically hidden to scour the room’s emotions and provide intel to Rhys and Feyre.
This evening, Rhys asked the Inner Circle to provide a strong presence at the gathering so Keir and the other Hewn City fiends would see that they were outnumbered in skill and strength.
She hadn’t been formally introduced to Keir yet but she was already disgusted by his sneering demeanor and rough treatment of his staff. She watched him spit on a servant who brought him an incorrectly mixed drink and she held back her power as it surged in response.
Pig, she grumbled in her mind, reining in her light magic.
She felt soothing emotions project towards her, laden with reassurance and love. Cyra swallowed hard, taking in the heaviness of the large space as her eyes wandered through the crowd, looking for him. The source of her never-ending support.
Her eyes trailed to the large, dual dais and Cyra could feel both Rhys and Feyre’s magic oozing from their bodies as it traveled in dark shadows along the floor of the ballroom. It vibrated, pushing in on her body as she shivered from the feeling.
Their faces were stoic and bored; a mask of indifference she’d observed the few times they were here.
Her own feelings weren’t as well hidden. The power they exuded intoxicated her, even if it was supposed to cause fright in the Night Court guests.
Scanning the room again, she tried to find her mate, knowing his presence was near as the whirl in her chest intensified. They’d had been separated for a few days now; Azriel leaving earlier in the week to visit some Hewn City prisoners while Cyra helped Feyre prepare for the trip.
She could feel her polished, long white waves tickle her mid-back in the intricate hairstyle Elain had crafted and her hands ran nervously over the long, black, fitted sheer dress decorated with black jewels of multiple sizes.
She felt exposed, but the important parts were strategically covered with thicker panels of layered fabric. The darkness in the room helped provide a bit more modesty as well but she knew portions of her cleavage were showing.
Cyra still couldn’t see him in the crowded great hall. And not seeing him while she felt him was giving her anxiety.
Azriel, if you don’t show your face in the next five seconds…she grumbled to herself as she felt a small tug from the left side of the grand room.
She smiled as she finally found him facing away from her - his large black wings flexing in against his Illyrian leathers while his bright blue siphons illuminated an otherwise dark side of the room. He was in conversation with Cassian and a few other fae she didn’t recognize.
For a brief moment, he peered over his shoulder and she saw his eyes flick over to meet hers. He gave a small shake of the head, indicating he intended to keep a distance before he turned his head back towards the group.
He projected several feeling to her at the same time; desire, longing, and patience all washed through her mind. She sighed to herself, projecting feelings of need and want to him.
She smirked as she felt his shudder down the bond, even if from the outside he showed no emotion or response.
“You know, you can’t eat him alive by staring at the back of his head,” Nesta teased as she nudged her elbow and handed her a glass of champagne. “Tell me, does our dark, brooding, shadowsinger thrive in the Hewn City as much as I think he would? All those chains and whips…” She murmured.
Cyra blushed even after all these years as she took a sip of the champagne. She wished she was better about controlling herself around her mate.
“We’ve only been together a handful of times here and they’ve always been…intense,” She smirked, meeting her friend’s eyes.
“Cassian too. This place makes him…positively feral,” She emphasized with a mischievous smile.
Over the years, the two of them had bonded over their mutual respect for each other and their craft - self-discipline, perseverance, and determination. Not to mention their love for two of the strongest Illyrians in Prythian.
Their friendship had bloomed in the past five years as their children played together and they both searched to find their roles in the Inner Circle.
Cyra as the stealth spymaster/seraphine and Nesta as a leading Valkyrie, now training several ranks of Illyrian females and educating on the barbaric nature of wing clipping.
She studied Nesta for a moment, her face masked in a severe scowl, something she was known for at this point and had perfected. Cyra smiled, seeing her friend live up to the expectation that she was some sort of witch.
“This place always feels…different. The power…” Cyra trailed off as she shivered again, looking back at the High Lady and High Lord. Nesta nodded, sipping her champagne as she made eye contact with Cassian who stood next to Azriel across the room.
He gave her a stern look, one marked with dominance and intensity. They were discussing something with the Hewn City’s Captain of the Guard.
“It freaks me out, if I’m honest. Every time I come here, I feel like a different person. I don’t know how people live like this,” Nesta scoffed, running a hand over her manicured updo that featured a thick braid circling her crown.
Cyra studied Nesta’s beautiful deep green dress; it was long sleeve and slinky, but the deep-V in the front that reached her belly button.
The dress did nothing to hide her muscular body and shapely breasts. Down the center of her chest was a single, large diamond lariat the size of a coin. A gift from Rhys years ago after Nyx’s birth. She’d dusted shimmer all over her chest, emphasizing her curves beautifully.
Cyra sighed, studying the room again as males and females gawked at Nesta both in horror and appreciation.
“Honestly I think everyone could benefit from lightening up here a little. Does anyone know how to have fun? Instead, they’re too busy cowering in fear in front of Rhys or trying to impress him. I’m not sure which is worse,” Cyra mocked, crossing her arms in front of her.
She was half tempted to reveal her wings and really shock everyone with her angelic body in this sinful place.
“Well if they’re going to be occupied all night with their High Lord and Lady, what do you say about stirring up some trouble?” Nesta asked to Cyra with an eyebrow raised. Cyra smirked back and clinked her champagne glass with hers.
“What did you have in mind?” Cyra questioned.
“A dance, my lady,” Nesta said dramatically as she bowed to Cyra. Cyra giggled to herself, taking their champagne glasses and setting them down on a nearby table.
The ballroom floor was largely deserted except for a few couples slow dancing on the edges of the room as the symphony played.
Others meandered around the opulent tables of food and alcohol, pretending to be interested as they stared at the Inner Circle.
Nesta held out a hand to Cyra and she interlaced her neatly manicured fingers with Nesta’s as they walked to the center of the room. Cyra’s dress swished as she followed Nesta’s lead and they aligned themselves into a waltz stance.
Cyra glanced briefly at Feyre who was restraining a smile and Rhys raised an eyebrow at them.
Wide eyes from everyone in the room, including their mates, fell on them and Cyra considered running away from the attention before Nesta leaned in to say, “This place needs some decent entertainment to liven things up, don’t you agree?”
Cyra bit her lip as she nodded and the next song began to fill the room. The intense sound weaved through the crowd beautifully as Nesta began the waltz.
They flawlessly flowed around the room, Nesta leading with expert precision. Her experience made Cyra appear to be a whirlwind of chiffon as her glittered skirts moved behind her.
Nesta let her go briefly to twirl in front of Cassian and Azriel, too fast for Cyra to see their expressions as she gripped the fabric on her chest to avoid an accidentally exposure.
She smiled as they continued their dancing and the guests held their breath in wonder and shock.
Through the bond, Cyra felt interest growing from Azriel. When she finally had a moment to see him between the intricate movements, his eyes were locked on her as he watched Nesta lead her in dance. He looked ravenous.
A moment later, Feyre’s dark talons entered her mind, asking for permission.
Your mate is about to have a coronary. His thoughts are being thrown at me. Rhys and I are enjoying this SO much, Feyre laughed down her mind communication.
He always was the jealous type. He’s probably plotting a way to knock over the symphony instruments and force us to stop dancing rather than just cutting in, Cyra replied with an eye roll.
Cassian too. He isn’t sure if he wants to pull Nesta into a dance or drag you both to his bedroom, Feyre teased.
Feyre! Cyra thought, shocked by the admission.
What can I say? The Hewn City does something…to all of us, Feyre said with a breathy tone.
Cyra glanced briefly at her and Rhys and saw them devouring each other with just their eyes. Apparently she wasn’t the only one affected for the surge of power.
They danced and danced until the beautiful melody ended, before Nesta and Cyra bowed to each other and made their way back to the champagne display, hand in hand.
“Rhys is going to be very unhappy with our out of character dancing. I can’t wait,” Nesta snickered as she popped a macaron off a display and into her mouth.
“I don’t think he’s the only one who had…issues with our dancing,” Cyra smirked as she looked around the room to find that Cassian and Azriel were gone from their previous spot.
Cyra felt her mate’s presence hovering nearby in the shadows while Cassian was much less subtle, sauntering over to Nesta as the song ended. He growled as he pulled her by the waist towards him protectively, claiming his mate away from her.
“You two are really something…” Cassian mumbled as he inhaled into Nesta’s neck. “Dance with me?” He asked Nesta, holding out a hand.
Cyra smirked as Nesta rolled her eyes but accepted; fae males were jealous of anyone and anything that got close to their mates.
Cassian and Nesta entered the dance floor again for a serious string piece that the symphony started to play as Cyra moved to skim the walls of the great hall, watching others interact.
Their distraction was causing all sorts of debauchery; the fae were drinking more, starting to dance, and hands were everywhere. She even suspected some nefarious actions were taking place in dark corners of the great hall.
“I think you got Cassian hot and bothered when you let Nesta spin you around. He loves when she’s…dominant,” A breathy male voice whispered in her ear from behind her. She smirked as she glanced at her shadow.
“And what about you? Did you get…aroused watching us?” She asked in a hushed tone. His hand ran down her arm, interlacing her fingers to transfer power between them.
“Baby, I didn’t even need to watch to feel your presence. You’ve been radiating…something all night,” He said, emphasizing his words by pressing his hard body into her from behind.
“Oh Gods,” Cyra nearly moaned from the power transfer. “It feels different here. Your power is stronger. Darker. Pulsing,” She strained as he kissed her neck.
“Yours is too. Rhys’s power tends to intensify my magic. Both pain…and pleasure,” He whispered as his tongue languidly kissed her shoulder and her breath caught.
“Fuck, Azriel. I’m losing my mind here,” She whimpered.
Cyra felt him pull back and graze one of his callused hands gently down her bare spine to meet the fabric at her lower back. He circled his fingers there for a moment in silence.
“Do you want to leave?” He finally asked, his breath washing over her ear.
“Yes,” She begged as his finger traced above her ass cheek.
“Are you ready for me to bed you,” He growled lower, pushing his hardness against her rear.
“Gods, Yes,” She whimpered, her head tipping back on his shoulder. Just as his hand ran along her stomach over her delicate dress, he sighed.
“Rhys says he needs me here a while longer. Be good, baby,” He murmured as he pulled away. She choked out a sound of frustration as he moved in front of her and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.
“I…no. Tell him no, Azriel. I’m serious,” She argued as he let her hand go and moved away. He winked at her before he chuckled slightly and shook his head.
“Azriel!” She said more forcefully in a loud hiss as he moved out of their shadow cloud towards the main ballroom area. Cyra let out a sigh and debated sending a light flare at him before she turned back to find the bar.
***
Cyra was on fire. She’d circled the room twenty times, downed four drinks, and found the chocolate station in hopes of quieting her desire. Nothing worked.
Azriel was deep in conversation with Rhys and Feyre who still sat at the dais, staring with a glare out at Keir as the black shadows continued to cascade away from him.
Nesta and Cassian had disappeared an hour ago and the rest of the Inner Circle had their friends or lovers otherwise engaged.
The need to quench her lust was becoming overwhelming. What is happening to me? I suppose I’ve never spent this long here but this is getting absurd, she thought. She ran a hand down her arm and the sensation only stimulated her more.
In an effort to calm her body, she resolved to go to her room and run a cold bath or take care of herself alone. She tried to subtly get Azriel’s attention before leaving, but he remained deep in conversation so she let out a breath and began heading to the guest quarters.
As she approached her and Azriel’s room, the mating bond started pulsing in chest. She took a deep breath, unlocking the door to walk in.
The room was empty. Dark. Moonlight cascaded in from the wide, open stone balcony and the black silk sheets of the large four post bed in the center of the room waved gently from the breeze.
“You can stop hiding, Azriel. I…I feel you,” She said to the complete darkness. She heard him laugh softly.
“Find me then, mate,” He commanded. Her pointed ears tracked the sound of his voice near the balcony curtains and she light traveled to him before he could move.
Pushing him against the glass balcony door, he flared his wings as her lips were on his, sucking and pulling desperately.
“I need you so bad, this fucking place and its magic. I feel like I’m losing my mind with need. You will pay for leaving me earlier,” She growled, pulling at his hair to kiss her again. He chuckled, responding to her frantic kisses.
Her hands grazed over his Illyrian leathers, trying to find where the magic had sealed them closed.
“Help…please…get these off. I need to feel you,” she begged between demanding kisses. Azriel pushed her back, his hand moving to contain both of her wrists with one hand.
He pushed her head to the side, sucking hard on her neck as she moaned in pleasure.
“Everything is just…so heightened here. Is that normal?” She asked, pulling his neck closer so his lips wouldn’t stop.
“Yes…it’s intense. And its why we usually don’t stay here long. The more powerful you are, the more it overtake you. And…Rhys may have put a little extra magic in the air tonight,” He murmured between their movements.
Slowing himself suddenly, he sucked in a breath as he pulled his head up and away from her. He paused as his eyes tracked to the door.
“What are you…” She started before she felt someone’s emotions outside their bedroom door and shadows started murmuring to her. Some-ones. He lit a few candles as his ears listened to something.
“Who’s at the door?” She whispered to Azriel but his eyes narrowed, listening. Before long, his lip quirked on one side and his body visibly relaxed.
“You tell me. What do you feel from them?” He asked, cocking his head slightly as his eyes finally met hers. She reached out mentally to capture their emotions.
Smokey, raw desire. A bit of intoxication. Desperation.
“Oh Gods,” She said, biting her lip and Azriel’s mouth moved to a wide smile.
“Do you want to let them in or should I pretend you aren’t here?” He asked with an interested expression.
Cyra swallowed hard, concentrating on his face. He quirked an eyebrow, studying the mental dilemma she projected in her emotions.
“It’s ok, Cyra. Breathe,” He reassured, rubbing her arm. “We can just go back to what we were doing.”
“No. I’ll…I’ll let them in,” She said as she moved away, crossing the room to the door while Azriel trailed behind her.
Reaching the door, she looked to Azriel who gave her a reassuring nod before she turned the knob to look out.
“It’s about time. We’ve been waiting out here forever. I was beginning to think someone would see us before you let us in,” Nesta complained, walking straight into the room as Cassian slowly followed her, his eyes heavy and lustful. He gave a small smirk to Cyra as he passed her.
“Nesta, Cassian.” Azriel acknowledged, crossing his arms as he stared at the them. Cyra was certain they could hear her heart beating out of her chest as they entered the room. She decided against speaking, waiting to see what they would say.
The air felt heavy with emotions and intensity as they all looked at each other. Finally, Nesta elbowed Cassian.
“We…thought…given the atmosphere at the event tonight…you all might want to…release some tension,” Cassian muttered, his eyes shifting between Nesta, Azriel, and Cyra.
“Together,” Nesta said confidently with a smirk. Azriel chuckled as his fingers gripped his chin and his eyes went to Cyra.
Cyra stared back at him, not sure what to say. If she was honest with herself, she did want this - her body was still on fire and her closeness with Nesta that evening was alluring. And there were no individuals safer to explore with than the two of them.
But she and Azriel had never ventured outside of themselves, even though the topic had come up before. Sensing her apprehension, Azriel moved to her, holding her hand.
“You decide, baby. If this is what you want, I’m fine with it. We’re all fine with it. The three of us have been together…before, as you know,” He smiled warmly as he chose his words carefully, kissing her cheek.
She blushed considering what he was saying. As in before her, he’d cross the line of friendship a handful of times with Nesta and Cassian.
Looking at Nesta and Cassian one last time, she nodded. They both smiled with relief.
“Let’s set some ground rules. Since I’m assuming this is Cyra’s first time…with multiple individuals, let’s be sensitive to what she needs tonight. And of course, consent is key here,” Nesta said and they all nodded.
“So…where do you want to start, Cyra?” Cassian asked with a teasing tone and Cyra blushed, still quiet.
She knew where she wanted to start. With the person she was most comfortable with, besides Azriel. Because if she kissed Azriel, they would get lost in each other and end up kicking the couple out.
Moving forward, she put her hands on Nesta’s face and met her eyes before leaning close. Nesta nodded before Cyra leaned in for a gentle kiss, their soft lips brushing against each other.
“Shit…” Cassian mumbled, watching them as he ran a hand through his hair.
“You, Nesta. Can I start with you?” Cyra asked and Nesta gave her a warm smile before leaning forward to kiss Cyra again.
Their kiss deepened and Nesta’s hands reached to wrap around Cyra’s neck as she heard Cassian mutter, “Fuck. Me.” from behind her.
“Shut up, Cassian,” Nesta pulled away and commanded as Cyra giggled. “Feel free to tell him exactly what to do, Cyra,” Nesta said, motioning to Cassian.
Pushing Nesta towards the bed, she turned her around to grip one of the bed poles as she unzipped the back of Nesta’s dress, pulling the sleeves down with the rest of the dress to reveal she wore nothing underneath.
Cyra’s eyes grazed Nesta body.
“Beautiful,” Cyra whispered and Nesta smiled.
The firm lines of years of training with Azriel and Cassian were etched into her feminine muscles, while the curves of her body created a beautiful silhouette. Cyra knew that Nesta was confident for a reason, and seeing her naked proved she had a reason to be.
“Did you plan this? No underwear…” Cyra said, speaking as her hand trailed over the curve of her ass and Nesta let out a small sound of pleasure. “I want to…I want to…” Cyra trailed off.
“Yes. You want to what? The answer is yes,” Nesta said breathlessly as she turned back to look at Cyra.
“I want to know what it’s like to…taste a female. To taste you,” She whispered and she felt the raw desire of the three others in the room pulse towards her through the emotional bridge.
“Of course. How do you want me?” Nesta asked softly. Cyra motioned to the bed and Nesta laid back, her naked lower half leaning over the edge.
Cyra paused for a moment to look back at her mate.
Azriel smiled warmly to her from across the room where he and Cassian sat, fully dressed in separate, large leather chairs. While he had a cool demeanor of interest and sipped what looked to be a glass of whisky, Cassian was already roughly stroking his hard length through his pants, a look of strain on his face.
“Cassian, don’t get too excited,” Cyra demanded as Cassian chuckled but stayed silent. He threw up his hands in defense and Cyra smirked at him.
Turning back to Nesta, Cyra spread her legs wide, as she ran her hands over her thighs and up to Nesta’s breasts to palm and cup them. Nesta moaned softly as her nipples hardened from the delicate touch, and Cyra leaned forward to circle them with her tongue.
“So…soft,” Cyra mused as Nesta wriggled slightly, trying to get some relief. Cyra felt Nesta’s core brush against her stomach, desperate for contact.
Cyra continued to squeeze and touch her breasts, the sequins of her gown tickling Nesta’s body.
“This Godsdamn place makes me so fucking needy. Please, Cyra, I need more,” Nesta begged softly and Cyra nodded, standing up to unzip her dress. She let it fall to her ankles before she kicked it away, revealing her navy lace thong and nothing else.
She heard Azriel let out a growl and turned to see him intensely watching her while Cassian was practically salivating over the two of them.
Nesta studied her body before saying, “I knew you were hiding a masterpiece beneath your leathers.” Cyra blushed before she kissed down Nesta’s stomach approaching her core.
“I’ve always wanted to see if I could make a female come…knowing all that I know about myself,” Cyra smirked before her tongue grazed Nesta’s clit. She admired Nesta for a few moments before running a finger up and down her slit.
“Oh, mother. I’m sure you’ll have no issues, Cyra,” Nesta moaned as Cyra started to lightly circle Nesta’s clit with her tongue. She hear a grunt from Cassian as she continued her gentle movements, letting the males watch her feast on her friend.
“More Cyra, more,” Nesta begged and Cyra moved her hand to gently prod one finger at her entrance.
“Yes,” Nesta moaned and Cyra slipped a finger inside her already wet pussy. She maneuvered in and out to collect the wetness before she spread it over Nesta’s core, eliciting more moans.
The next time she did it, she added two fingers, thrusting them in more forcefully and she felt no resistance or hesitation; Nesta was enjoying this along with the stroking of her tongue.
Cyra heard a belt unbuckle and she glanced over to find Cassian removing his clothing and Azriel palming his erection in his seat. He met her gaze and gave her a reassuring look, nodding at her as she continued to torture Nesta with her tongue.
“She likes it when you go faster with your fingers,” Cassian growled out, his hand wrapping around his straining cock as he sat back down, fully naked.
Cyra couldn’t see him entirely in the dim candlelight of the room but she did notice that Cassian was large and struggling to stay in control already.
She sat up briefly to address the males as her fingers continued to move inside of Nesta.
“Do you like to watch me eat out your mate, Cassian?” Cyra asked dominantly. Cassian grunted, his hand moving faster on his cock as his eyes never left Cyra’s hand.
“Answer her, Cassian,” Nesta demanded, her body writhing on Cyra’s fingers.
“Yes, Gods, yes,” Cassian growled.
“It would appear Cyra has taken some of my dominant traits in the bedroom,” Azriel teased and Cyra met Azriel’s eyes for a moment before he pulled out his cock from his pants and started to stroke himself as well. His face showed dark pleasure as he encouraged her.
She smiled before she returned to Nesta. “I’m going to make you come now, Nes,” Cyra said before she leaned down and stroked Nesta clit with her tongue, faster and rougher this time.
Nesta’s movements became frantic; her hips pushed into Cyra’s mouth as she fought to get the pressure and attention her body craved. Nesta’s hands flew to Cyra’s hair, mussing the delicate updo as she begged for more.
Cyra gave her all she had, licking and sucking as her fingers moved in and out and she felt Nesta clenching on the edge. She moved her free hand to grip Nesta’s breast and the extra attention was enough to push Nesta over the edge. Her orgasm crashed into her as she screamed, arched and thrust against Cyra’s fingers.
Her body pulsed for several moments as she moaned loudly before she fell loosely against the silk bed sheets, her hair pulled out from the tight updo and her arms splayed wide in pleasure.
Cyra smiled, leaning back to collect herself but Azriel was on her moments later.
“Did you like making her come so easily, baby? Seeing her release on your tongue?” He asked, his arms wrapping around her from behind.
“Yes,” Cyra whispered, her body desperate for him as she pulled to get the rest of his clothing off.
“What do you want to do next?” He asked, looking around the room as Nesta met his gaze with satiated, relaxed eyes and Cassian slowed the movement of his hand. They both waited for direction.
“I think that you should guide what happens next, Az. Territorial male fae and all…” She teased as he growled lightly.
“Fine…if you insist. I want to watch Cassian give you your first orgasm…on his knees,” Azriel emphasized, looking at Cassian who rolled his eyes but then smiled at Cyra.
“With pleasure, my lady,” He said, moving to kneel in front of her. Before he could get further, Cyra spoke.
“I want to watch you…and her, Az,” She demanded and Azriel’s eyebrows rose in surprise as Nesta gasped.
“Cyra, I’m fine-” Azriel started.
“Cyra, we don’t have to-” Nesta said but Cyra cut her off.
“You don’t have to. But I’d like to watch whatever you want to do…while Cassian kneels before me,” She said addressing them both, a blush staining her cheeks again, unsure how Azriel would react. He gritted his teeth, hissing slightly as he turned back to his friend.
“Cyra, I’m not sure your mate can handle that,” Cassian teased as he leaned back, stroking his prominent erection.
Cyra gulped, viewing it more fully now. He wasn’t longer than Azriel but he did have more girth. Cassian smiled watching her take in his hard length and leaned forward to pull a leg over his shoulder as she grabbed a pole of the bed to stabilize herself.
“Cassian,” Cyra said breathlessly as she felt his warm mouth kiss her inner thigh.
“Just relax, Cyra. Let’s show him what you’re missing out on,” He teased as they both heard Azriel hiss.
“Take me in your mouth, Nesta,” Azriel commanded, sitting on his knees on the bed as Nesta bent on all fours in front of him.
“Such a bossy Illyrian,” Nesta poked fun as her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him. He growled, his hand weaving in her hair. She leaned forward to pull him deep in her mouth.
Cyra studied the interaction, noting how much rougher he was with Nesta than her. She was not only intrigued; she was turned on even more by it. The magic of the Hewn City seemed the swell, the more they all interacted.
“Focus on me, Cyra,” Cassian said, sliding two fingers roughly inside her as his thumb found her clit.
“Oh, Gods,” She cried, grinding in his hand as he leaned forward to suck on her clit. Her free hand grabbed his hair, pulling at the root as he roughly stroked her core, sucking and licking with renewed energy each time she thought he was backing off.
“Such a pretty mouth, Nesta. Did you enjoy my mate all evening? Enjoy torturing us?” Azriel asked her as her head bobbed up and down on his cock as his hand followed her head. She moaned in response as Azriel turned his attention back to Cassian.
“Make her come, Cassian. Don’t leave her unsatisfied,” Azriel commanded and Cassian grunted before renewing his attack.
“Fuck. Fuck, Cassian, don’t stop,” She begged and his hands slid around to her ass to push her harder into his face. Cyra’s orgasm claimed her instantly, the intensity of his efforts causing a violent pulse of pleasure through her body as the magic reverberated from her orgasm. He continued moving on her through her trembling, unrelenting.
“Oh…oh Gods, I can’t take any more,” She whined as he kept licking her through her orgasm. He smiled as he slowed, taking one last languid lick before he pulled away to wipe his mouth on his wrist.
“Wow, Azriel, I can tell why you-” Cassian started with a smug smile before Azriel growled, releasing Nesta as he moved off the bed.
“I need my mate. Whatever the two of you decide to do is up to you now,” Azriel said harshly, moving around the bed to approach Cyra. Her cheeks reddened from the intensity of his stare and he guided her chest to lean onto the bed.
Cyra felt her breasts touch the soft, silky black sheets, facing away from Azriel and towards Nesta on the bed. Her body was overstimulated and shuddering from the intense magic of the room.
Azriel opened a bottle of jasmine oil lying on the nightstand and applied small amount to her back, rubbing it in before he pulled his hand back and smacked her ass cheek. Nesta smiled at her mischievously, watching the interaction.
Cassian went to Nesta immediately, distracting her from the scene as he guided her hand to his cock.
Their breathing turned desperate as he pulled her by the neck for a rough kiss. Cassian pulled her thighs down so she laid flat on her back on the bed, his body positioned between her legs as he sat back.
He moved to line himself up with her, her eyes on him the whole time.
“You’re mine now,” He said hoarsely as Cyra watched him fully thrust into her with one movement. Nesta cried out, her face strained in pleasure as Cassian pulled one of her feet to his mouth to kiss and continue to move his hips.
She felt Azriel still behind her, rubbing and grabbing the thick flesh of her ass.
“Enough, Azriel. Fuck me,” She demanded, pushing back against him. He smirked down at her, although she couldn’t see it before he lined himself up with her core and pushed in, sheathing himself in one thrust.
Cyra groaned, the feeling full and sensitive as his body pushed into her. She felt his hand rub up her spine, spreading the thin oil before he reached around her hips to stroke her clit with each thrust.
“Oh Gods,” She whispered, the pressure in the room building in her ears. Dark magic quivered through the room, the candles flickering from something.
Cassian looked up for a moment, making eye contact with Azriel before smirking.
“Our High Lord and Lady must be up to something,” He snickered. But Cyra didn’t want to think about what that meant. All she knew was the intensity and desire in the room was something she’d never felt before. She could feel her climax approaching again, faster than usual.
Looking at Nesta, she reached a hand out to hers as she saw the same amount of strain on her face. Nesta interlaced her fingers with Cyra’s and before Cyra could react or stop, an energy transfer started.
“What…what is that?” Nesta startled, staring at her hand as Cassian kept moving beside her. Cyra moved to pull her hand away but Nesta tightened, feeling the pleasure radiate down her arm.
Azriel felt the seraphine magic at work. His nostrils flared as he felt her power being given to someone else and jealousy, dominance, and yearning projected to Cyra from him.
“You’re mine,” Azriel growled, thrusting faster as he gripped her hips. Cyra was too far gone - the emotions, the magic, the need for release all pressing down on her. She couldn’t stop her orgasm from cascading down, her body writhing against the bed as her hand still joined with Nesta.
Nesta was next, more pleasure radiating through her arm to stimulate her body as Cassian continued his brutal thrusts. As she convulsed around him, he lost control, falling against her to pulse inside his release. His body laid heavy on top of hers as he panted and she wrapped her tired arms around him, trying to regain her breath.
“Come for me, Azriel,” Cyra demanded as she pushed back into him and used her free hand to interlace with one of his. He instantly felt what she had sent to Nesta - shooting pleasure radiated down his arm and to his groin.
“Fuck,” He groaned as he came, collapsing against her body from behind as he felt the pulsing of her power. She felt his heavy body and cool breath surround her, calming her immediately.
They all remained frozen for several moments, trying to relax from the intensity of the evening. Eventually, Cyra found herself being positioned to lie in the bed, Azriel scooping her up and lying next to her with one around nestled around her body.
Her eyes closed and moments later she felt a soft kiss on her arm.
“Thanks for the power, babe,” Nesta whispered sweetly and Cyra just smiled, keeping her eyes closed as she felt their bodies leave the bed and eventually the room.
She drifted off, the jasmine scent of the room lulling her into the early stages of slumber before she heard Azriel speak softly.
“So…you can now transfer energy to others?”
Notes:
Originally, my idea was for Elain and Lucien to request that Cyra and Azriel to...rough them up. Maybe I'll do that next...
Chapter 32: Crackship Part 1
Notes:
Ok, don't hate me. Apparently I'm just really into foursomes, HA.
This is very much a crackship idea that I'm not fully sure the characters would actually do. And it's probably not healthy, to be honest.
But we're here to have fun right?! Who's ready for the return of #jealousAz?
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Cyra awkwardly pushed broccoli around her plate, glancing up at the others around the table. The sounds of rushing water from the Sidra helped drown out the silence of the group, all pretending to eat their meals at the Riverfront restaurant.
It had been a week since Elain and Lucien cornered them at the River House to ask if she and Azriel would be interested in a double-date. Cyra had nervously laughed and agreed, unsure how to get out of the invitation.
To be honest, she wasn’t sure why they’d want to go out together given their history on the edge of conflict.
Cyra and Azriel both didn’t think Elain and Lucien would follow through with the invitation but a few days later they were asked to meet at a quaint, new Sidra-front restaurant that was gaining popularity.
Despite more than 20 years passing since Azriel and Elain had shared feelings at Solstice, Cyra still felt it necessary to keep a distance from the couple.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like Lucien or Elain; her avoidance was entirely based on how awkward Azriel acted around Elain, probably due to a combination of embarrassment and his general aloofness.
The silence at the table grew intolerable as she met Azriel’s eyes for a moment before he shifted them away. The dinner was not helped by the fact that they had gotten into an argument before dinner about when to send Julian to receive Illyrian training.
Cyra sighed, remembering how Azriel was pushing for him to leave in the next year now that Cassian had taken over the training program and Julian was approaching 16 years old. He wanted Julian to understand combat and self-defense.
These were traits Cyra wanted for him as well, but she couldn’t help but feel like once he left their quiet cottage, he would embark on his next life journey, leaving the cottage…forever.
She knew Julian was ready; he had requested that he be included in the next round of training with his school friends.
While normally their arguments ended in some sort of agreement, this time Azriel had accused Cyra of stifling Julian and being overprotective.
Even if he was right, she couldn’t help but feel bitter and angry through much of the dinner from the salty ending to their conversation.
She heard Azriel blow out a frustrated breath, no doubt thinking about their earlier discussion too. He’d hardly spoken the whole evening.
“So….Elain…have you baked anything good lately?” Cyra asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Not so much. I’ve been focusing on combat training lately with Lucien,” She beamed, elbowing Lucien who smiled warmly back at her.
“Wow, that’s great. Let me know if you ever want to hit the training ring together. What are you working on now?” Cyra asked and Lucien spoke this time.
“I’ve been training Elain to have dual focus during her visions. To be able to fight even when her mind is taken from her. Her visions can…appear at any moment,” Lucien said hesitantly, his eyes looking over briefly to Azriel who looked on in silent interest.
“That’s fascinating. How does it work?” Cyra asked.
“When I’m having a vision, I must find an indicator. It’s an item or…a marker in my current world that tethers me to the vision world. If I focus on the indicator, I am generally more aware of real life threats. So I can realize what I need to be physically fighting,” Elain explained enthusiastically.
Cyra smiled at Elain’s true interest in the technique. It reminded her that she always liked Elain, even if they didn’t have much in common.
“That works fine until your enemy attacks you from behind or with invisible magic,” Azriel muttered, pushing his pasta around.
Elain frowned, turning to Lucien for support. He gave her a reassuring smile before speaking.
“We are going to work through all manners of defense,” He said to Azriel.
Cyra looked to study her mate’s demeanor. She knew he was keeping to himself to avoid any confrontation with either Lucien or Elain.
She couldn’t help but feel partially to blame for his aloof character, although it wasn’t totally out of the realm of his personality.
“Have you ever worked on dual focus before?” Cyra asked Azriel, trying to pull him into the conversation.
“No.” Azriel replied, taking another bite of his pasta.
Cyra’s gaze intensified as she projected emotions of annoyance to Azriel. Sensing her frustration, he continued, “I haven’t worked with anyone who’s needed the skill…it’s good you’re preparing now for the worst,” He explained, giving a half smile to Elain.
“Thanks, Azriel,” Elain smiled. Cyra felt a bit of relief flood through the group at the semi-normal interaction.
Shaking her head to herself, she turned to Lucien.
“Do you still have to travel to the continent much?” She asked.
“Not often. Vassa and Jurian seem to have the mortal lands handled. Despite imminent threats from…beyond. I only go when I’m summoned by them,” He said, cringing slightly. Cyra nodded, her eyes shifting to look at her mate who said nothing.
Before Cyra could turn her gaze back to Elain and Lucien, she heard Elain’s voice nervously chime in.
“Well changing the subject to something lighter…we did invite you here for a reason. We…we have something we want to ask you,” Elain forced out and Cyra watched Lucien reassure Elain, squeezing her thigh with his hand.
Cyra didn’t respond, too preoccupied by Azriel’s generally negative attitude about the evening. Azriel raised his wine glass to his lips, fighting his growing impatience with the dinner.
“We…would like…if you both would consider…um, joining us in the bedroom,” Elain practically sputtered out and at that moment, Azriel choked on his wine, coughing wild enough that fae at tables near them looked over.
Azriel brought his napkin to his mouth, coughing more until he could get himself under control.
“Oh Gods, I knew we shouldn’t have…” Elain trailed off, her eyes searching Lucien’s for support. He patted her leg before he continued.
“Elain…and I thought it could be good for us both to branch out and try…new things. We know you two are more experienced in other forms of pleasure so we thought this could be safe and comfortable environment for us all. There are no strings attached or pressure from us. We just thought we’d ask,” Lucien said calmly with direct eye contact to Azriel.
Cyra studied him. Always the diplomat, she thought, still in complete shock. She could feel emotions projecting from the three - fear of rejection, hope, interest, dread, and lust. Interesting.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea-” Azriel started as his raspy voice struggled to speak.
“Why us?” Cyra said directly to Lucien, who eyed her with interest. Azriel’s eyes shot to hers, a look of surprise on his face. She smirked and shrugged.
“We…have heard about your…predilections. It sounds…fun,” He mused.
“And you’re not concerned about how this may affect you or your mate?” Cyra asked.
“Cyra, I’d like to discuss-” Azriel started sternly. Her gaze returned to Azriel who looked to be internally warring.
“We’ve discussed it. It won’t be a problem. We…both want this,” Elain reinforced. “And as we said, there is no pressure from us to continue.”
Cyra swallowed, considering what they were saying. She was intrigued by the offer but she’d never considered going this route with the couple. Azriel cleared his throat as he stood up calmly and pulled Cyra’s hand into his, exchanging power.
“I need to speak to my mate. We’ll be right back,” He said politely, practically dragging her from the table towards a balcony near the river.
Elain and Lucien smirked to each other, watching the tension between Cyra and Azriel grow.
“What are you thinking?” Azriel whispered above the roar of water near them.
They’d had interactions with other couples like this before; their exploration with Cassian and Nesta had expanded over the past few years but meet ups were few and far between.
“They clearly want you to teach them since you have so much experience. Especially Elain,” Cyra said, a hint of mischief to her voice.
She knew she was pushing his buttons to cause a reaction, but her anger from their argument earlier was still at the forefront of her mind.
“I feel nothing for her and you’re my mate. I’ve only let you be with Cassian before because I know he doesn’t want you that way and that Nesta will kick his ass if he steps out of line,” He gritted out.
“Let me? Oh, because no one could want me? Then you must know that Lucien couldn’t want me either. I guess you’re just tethered to me through this damn mating bond,” She seethed. She knew she sounded petulant but her emotions got the best of her.
“Cyra…I…you’re being ridiculous. You know how I feel about you and what I mean. It’s hard for me to see you with someone else. What about…you? Watching me?” He said, pacing as he ran a hand through his hair.
“If you truly feel nothing for her, then it will be fine. Everyone is curious about your kinks anyway. They all want to play with you,” She smirked, looking back out to the water.
“My kinks? Do you have amnesia? I’m pretty sure you begged me to teach you them all to you,” He smirked down at her as he cornered her against the railing.
“Well your reputation precedes me,” Cyra justified, pushing his chest back.
“I’m pretty sure they asked us both to be there. Don’t act like you’re not into the things we do. Just last night, you were begging for me to bite you while we fuck-” He trailed off with a smirk as she interrupted.
“Azriel!” She shrieked, looking around to see if anyone had heard him but the sounds of the River overpowered his voice.
“I’m not doing this if you’re going to be upset after - I can see you’re conflicted already,” He said, looking back at Elain and Lucien who studied them from afar. “We can play with other couples if you’d like,” He explained as her eyes flew back to his.
“You want to though, don’t you? That’s why you’re fighting it. You can’t help but be a little curious about sweet Elain? You’re afraid you’re going to like it. And that I might too,” She said and his stare intensified.
“Or maybe you just want to fuck an Autumn Court heir since you never got your chance with Eris,” Azriel sneered and Cyra felt white hot power spark from her hands.
If Azriel felt it, which he certainly did, he didn’t show any recognition as he stared her down. He had always been hyper aware of her powers.
“Who do you think can last longer in bed, Azriel? You or Lucien. Elain may be your downfall. I’ll tell you what - if you can last longer than Lucien in bed, then I won’t argue with you for a whole…month,” Cyra smirked and patted his shoulder as she sauntered away, leaving Azriel to scoff in her wake.
“Please. You’re in for a disappointing evening and month,” He replied but she was already heading to their table.
***
“So…this is our little place,” Elain said shyly, guiding them into a mid-sized, riverfront apartment that overlooked the River.
Cyra smiled at her, looking around the warmly decorated apartment that was brimming with hanging plants and a balcony full of flowers. A river breeze came in from the open doors.
“It’s cozy and comfortable. Thank you for…inviting us,” Cyra said, feeling slightly awkward. Azriel stood behind her, his hand firmly planted on her lower back as Lucien stepped forward with a few glasses of wine. After passing them around, Lucien raised his glass.
“To new experiences,” He said warmly and Azriel fought the urge to roll his eyes as Cyra jabbed her elbow at him. He sighed, raising his glass before drinking the whole glass in two gulps. Lucien chuckled as he took a sip and rubbed Elain’s arm.
“What is it you all were…hoping to do?” Azriel asked directly as Elain’s cheeks reddened.
Well, that’s one way to ease into this, Cyra thought, shaking her head at him before sipping her own glass.
“I’d like…for you both to show us how you like it, whatever that means. We’ve heard you…can be rough,” Elain said shyly.
Cyra looked to Azriel who was biting back a laugh. Admittedly, they were an adventurous couple but they weren’t sure how they compared to others.
“And who…told you all this?” Cyra asked, stepping towards Elain.
“Nesta just said you all had…been together. And it was good. Really good,” Elain emphasized. “Cyra, maybe you could start by…showing me what you like? With Lucien?” Elain asked, her cheeks blooming further.
Cyra nearly gasped at Elain’s forwardness. She had to admit that she was impressed with Elain’s direction. She felt Azriel’s emotions switch from faint amusement to protectiveness.
“We don’t have-” Lucien started before Cyra stepped forward defiantly, still staring at her mate. He looked at her intently but didn’t move to intervene.
Cyra knew this was a new avenue for Azriel; Cassian was safe. This was unchartered territory. She turned towards Elain for a moment.
“Are you sure?” Cyra asked and Elain nodded hesitantly with interest.
Taking another sip of her cool, white wine, Cyra set the glass down and lightly touched Lucien’s chest over his shirt, gliding her hand up to his neck. He sucked in a breath, staring down at her lips.
She could sense a slight nervousness from his emotions but he hid it well in his body language. From the outside, he looked like his usual cool and collected self.
He was tall and lean, compared to Azriel’s more muscular body. His warm, tan skin projected heat to hers as he made the first move and leaned down to capture her lips.
The first kiss was light, their lips brushing against each other as Lucien tentatively encircled her waist. Cyra deepened the kiss, pulling his face closer. Her body crushed against his as emotions from Azriel swarmed her mind. Desire. Pride. Jealousy.
Lucien smelled similar to Eris; cinnamon and clove with a hint of something light. Something like warm citrus. The smell left her feeling like the sun was shining on her skin.
She pressed her body harder against his and felt the stirring of his hardness against her hip. Kissing him wasn’t unpleasant; it didn’t feel as good as it would with her mate, but she had to admit to herself that she was curious about Lucien.
He seemed like a genuinely nice male who cared about Elain deeply. Remembering where she was, she pulled away, putting distance between her and Lucien to check in with Elain.
She was blushing as she watched, but she nodded in support. Turning to Azriel, she noted his tight expression and clenched hands. He was holding himself back from doing…something. Intervening, joining, or punching Lucien in the face.
Smirking to herself, she looked back at Lucien who took a staggered breath as he studied her.
“Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be with a seraphine, Lucien? Or do you just want my mate to tie up and fuck your mate?” She whispered to him as he sucked in a breath and she pressed her body against him again, her tone a mixture of intrigue and aggression.
Cyra didn’t know who she had become in that moment, this fearsome creature, confident and demanding.
She wanted Azriel to be hungry for her. To be jealous and angry. To claim her in front of them.
She could already smell Elain and Lucien’s arousal as they waited for her to make the next move.
The hostility of the situation fueled her to press forward, sliding her hand down the front of Lucien’s clothed body until she cupped his growing length.
“Shit,” He murmured into her neck as his body responded to her touch. “I’ve…I’ve definitely wondered about you. And I’m sure Elain and I would enjoy being…tied up,” He admitted.
Before she could react, she heard Azriel growl and push her away from Lucien. Lucien’s eyes widened as he looked at Cyra, unsure what to do next as Azriel flared his wings in fury between them.
Cyra knew Azriel wanted to participate; she could smell his desire cascading away from his body. But he was holding back. She never thought she would be the one encouraging this.
Resolved, Cyra moved to him, interlacing their hands for a brief power exchange. His hazel eyes softened as he met her gaze, a small warmth in his expression.
“Cyra…” He sighed as the power exchange thrived and their mating bond pulsed. She leaned forward, kissing him gently. He responded at first before his kiss turned into a growl and he pulled away.
“I can taste him on you,” He whispered in her ear, his eyes turning back to Lucien. Lucien glared back this time, his mouth opening to speak before Cyra turned Azriel’s face back to her.
“Get me back then, Azriel,” Cyra said softly in his ear and he groaned as she moved down to palm his erection.
His body melted into hers until she suddenly pulled back, a sparkle in her eye. Defiantly, Azriel watched Cyra as he strode towards Elain, bringing one hand up to caress her cheek.
“Elain, shall we make things even since our mates are so determined?” He asked, his demeanor switching to one of the control-seeking male Cyra knew. She smirked slightly as she saw Elain’s eyes widen.
“Ye…yes,” She murmured and he was on her in an instant, his hand wrapping around her neck as his mouth crushed fervently against hers.
Notes:
Ok. I'm sweating. Hope you don't hate it. Let me know if you want me to continue!
Chapter 33: Crackship Part 2
Notes:
Apologies for the delay. It was fun to try to thinking about how the four characters would...interact :)
It took me much longer than I thought because I wanted it to stay true to how I interpret their personalities.
Nessian/Cyriel was so much easier!
Anyway, I hope it lives up to your hopes and dreams!!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
An uncontrolled snarl erupted from Lucien as Cyra saw her mate roughly handle Elain. Azriel’s firm hand gripped Elain’s neck as he pushed her against the apartment wall, his body crushing hers as he kissed her.
For a moment, she considered intervening on Lucien’s behalf but a desperate moan of pleasure sounded from Elain when Azriel snaked one hand up her waist to cup her breast over her dress.
Watching her mate with Elain didn’t set her off the way she thought it would. While she expected to feel jealous, she was surprised to mostly feel…proud. Proud that her mate was so desired and he was hers, fiercely protective of her.
Returning her gaze to Lucien, she saw the war in his mind; he liked watching his mate whimper for another and he knew Elain was enjoying herself but he also felt his territorial fae instincts flare.
Her own tendencies were heightened, so she comforted him the only way she could thing to. She grabbed his hand, trying to pulse calming energy to him as she had learned she could transfer to Nesta only a handful of times.
She didn’t know if it would work the way she intended but she felt the cool blue light radiate from her palm to him. Lucien shuddered, his gaze rapidly moving to her eyes in shock. He didn’t pull away; only continued to search her eyes for an explanation.
Before she could respond, she was ripped away by a firm grasp on her wrist as Azriel separated them and threw Lucien to the ground in a furious rage.
“You get nothing from her. Her light is mine. She is mine,” He growled, his body tense as he spread his wings wide and hovered over the fallen male. Cyra watched Azriel’s back and wings go rigid while Lucien’s jaw clenched, the two males seething at each other.
Lucien was instantly upright, flaring back in Azriel’s face, his delicate features harshening with disgust.
“She gave it to me, the same way my mate allowed you to place your hands on her neck. You better appreciate her generosity,” Lucien spit, inches from Azriel.
Cyra rolled her eyes and exchanged an exasperated glance with Elain who gave a nervous laugh, understanding their shared frustration with their males.
Azriel’s hands squeezed into fists, moments from either strangling or punching Lucien, while Lucien’s mechanical eye narrowed, his body taught.
“Enough. You both are acting like immature fools,” Cyra said sharply, watching the exchange between the two while Elain cringed further into the wall. Neither male moved or even acknowledged her.
Sighing, Cyra shook her head as she released shadows to wrap around the wrists of both males, immobilizing their arms instantly. Shouts of protest resounded as the males realized what she’d done.
Azriel flared his wings again and his head whipped around to her as Lucien startled and softened his gaze.
“Cyra,” Azriel hissed. “Let. Me. Go. NOW,” He demanded, the fury rolling off his body to her. She stood defiantly, her arms crossed as he approached her with restrained arms behind his back.
“No,” She said smugly as she watched his brow furrow. She could practically feel her seraphine powers rolling off of him as he tried to use them to burn through the shadows.
“Cyra…I don’t want to hurt you,” He gritted out, his teeth showing as he struggled with his rage.
“Then stop. Why don’t you put your mouth to good use?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “Stop talking and kneel.” She said smirking slightly as she watched his reaction.
While Azriel would sometimes role play with her, he could never fully relinquish control. Asking for his submission in front of other people was unthinkable.
He scoffed, standing in front of her as she moved forward, inches from his body.
“I said kneel, Azriel…” She whispered against his jaw, still not touching him.
“No. Let me go.” He ground out, his voice slightly less edged as he strained against the shadows. His own magic, used against him. He wasn’t even certain it was possible, until now. The thought of it made him feel edgy and out of control.
Lucien stood, still restrained and quiet as he watched the interaction, his eyes flickering to Elain who still pressed against the wall, also fascinated. They exchanged a knowing look.
Cyra sighed once more, her hand moving to the button of Azriel’s black pants to loosen the top button.
“Kneel, Azriel. Or must I remind you why you are mine?” She said again.
“I will not…kneel,” He responded, his words pausing as his breathing quickened when her fingers deftly undid his pants. She moved her hands down, unzipping the waist and reaching into his undershorts.
He sucked in a breath through his teeth as her warm hand circled his hard cock, squeezing the base but not moving. His eyes met hers, light and shadow merging in the hazel depths, a mixture of aggression and desire.
And beneath it all was submission. Submission to the mating bond. To her power. To the trust in their relationship.
Cyra smirked back at him, knowing he would yield to her eventually. She leaned forward, clutching his straining erection in her hand as her lips touched the sensitive spot under his ear.
“First of all, Azriel. You don’t speak for me. I can give my power to whoever I want,” Cyra whispered into the crook of his neck. “Second of all, I don’t need you to defend me, especially here. And third….I want you to kneel,” She emphasized, giving him one firm stroke to catch some of the pre-cum beading on the tip of his erection.
She felt him hold back a groan, the mating bond pulsing between them in response as it urged her to continue.
The pause between them felt like it went on forever. She knew Lucien and Elain were holding their breath.
His response would set the mood for the rest of the evening and she felt emotions project to her from the group - apprehension. Interest. Lust. And a simmering, dark rage.
Pulling her head back slowly, she looked into his glowing, hazel eyes that were responding to the call of her mating bond. She willed her hand to pump his cock one more slow and torturous time, knowing her eyes were glowing back at him.
The striations of muscle in his jaw moved before she saw his gaze soften. He slowly lowered to one knee as her hand released his straining erection, his hands still restrained back as his wings pulled in tightly.
He looked up at her from his kneeling position, his expression asking her for more direction.
Cyra felt her heart pound as she watched her mate relinquishing control into her. The power she felt in that moment was exhilarating even as apprehension crept into her mind. She’d never been this forceful with him, even if he had been that way with her before.
Briefly, she saw his eyes widen as he shook his head slightly, as if to indicate she shouldn’t stop. It was so subtle that she knew it would be unnoticeable to the other mated couple.
He could feel her unease and he was reassuring her that she should continue. The small movement renewed her confidence and she reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it fully until it hung open.
She watched his tan, tattooed chest rise and fall in anticipation.
“I want you to do what I say. I’m your mate, right? You told me you’d serve me,” She emphasized, running her hand down the bare skin of his chest.
“Yes. You’re mine,” He said, controlling the tone of his voice but Cyra could sense he was on the edge of being reckless.
“Good. Since you’re on your knees, it’s time to prove the skills of your dangerous mouth,” Cyra said, running her thumb across his bottom lip. She watched his expression change from reverence to approval.
“Raise the hem of your dress, Cyra,” He commanded, staring at the edge.
“Oh that won’t be necessary, Azriel. Elain?” Cyra smiled, motioning for her to stand where she was. Azriel gaped, realizing what she was suggesting.
Despite his wealth of experience, he’d never played this way with his mate and others. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone watched Elain slowly walk to stand next to Cyra.
Cyra positioned herself behind Elain, slowly pulling the edge of her dress up until her panties were exposed to Azriel. The sweet scent of Elain’s arousal perfumed the air as Azriel met Elain’s eyes, silently asking for permission.
She nodded, her breathing rapid as she watched him with intensity. His upper body leaned forward before Cyra stopped him.
“Wait. Lucien, are you ok?” Cyra asked, looking at him standing still restrained. He erection was prominent under his pants; his body tense as he watched.
“Yes…go ahead,” He said breathlessly, staring at the interaction. Cyra smiled, wrapping her hands around Elain from behind. One hand slid down Elain’s taught, clothed stomach as she moved under Elain’s dress. With a swift motion, she pulled off Elain’s lace underwear, exposing her to Azriel.
Elain let out a small gasp of surprise, feeling the cool air from the balcony brush her bare skin. Azriel looked from Cyra to Elain, his mouth moving into a small, mischievous smile.
“Naughty, Elain,” Cyra remarked, twirling the small, lilac lace thong on her forefinger. “You may begin, Azriel,” She commanded, watching Azriel lean forward as she supported some of Elain’s weight from behind.
His tongue jutted out to delicately lick her core as he looked up at them both. The movement sent a sensation of pleasure through Elain’s whole body and a low moan rocked out of her as he continued his slow, languid licks.
“His tongue is magical, isn’t it, Elain?” Cyra whispered from behind Elain as Azriel chuckled but didn’t speak. Elain didn’t respond as her eyes closed and her head fell back in pleasure on Cyra’s shoulder.
Azriel continued, his tongue working her faster despite the challenging angle. His arms fought the shadow restraints but everything he tried failed to release him.
And Cyra knew he was enjoying this; his hardness was exposed and pressed against his stomach as he pleasured Elain. Her body was becoming increasingly limp from the movement of his mouth on her.
“Elain, put one of your legs over his shoulder and hold on to his body,” Cyra directed softly. Elain raised her head in a daze, putting one of her bare feet over his shoulder to give him more access as she clung to his upper body.
The subtle movement brushed his wing and Cyra saw his cock twitch as his body shuddered in response.
“Careful, love. His wings are…extra sensitive,” Cyra whispered. Elain stared down in interest, her toes nudging one of his wings again.
Azriel quivered, his mouth still pressed to her core as he let out a low groan. The vibrations sent pleasure through Elain’s body as she gripped his shoulders.
Elain’s breathing became more frantic as Azriel was able to access her clit directly. His tongue moved faster as he flicked over it, pausing only to swallow occasionally.
“I’m going to attend to your mate. Don’t stop, Azriel,” She demanded.
She flitted the shadows away from both Lucien and Azriel, releasing their hands as she watched Azriel’s hands move to Elain’s bottom, pressing her against his mouth.
Azriel stared hungrily at Elain, two fingers moving to press into her wetness. She let out a deep moan as he slowly entered her with his fingers, coaxing the spot inside her that he knew would intensify her pleasure.
“Gods, Azriel,” She whimpered, pressing his face into her core.
Moving away from Elain, Cyra gazed at Azriel as he followed her with his eyes, watching her pull Lucien’s hand to the sofa nearby.
“You’ve been very good, Lucien. What do you need?” She smirked, standing in front of him as she moved him to sit before her.
“I want to see…can I touch your wings?” He whispered to Cyra’s surprise. She heard a low growl emerge from Azriel’s direction. His head whipped up to the two of them, Elain panting from the loss of pleasure behind him.
“Cyra. Hard limit,” He gritted out to her. Cyra swallowed, knowing what he meant before she turned back to Lucien.
“Unfortunately Lucien, my mate is a bit…possessive of my wings,” She said, still standing a safe distance away as she watched Azriel relax slightly.
“Azriel…” Elain whispered, her hand delicately running down the side of his face, pulling his attention away from Cyra and Lucien. “Take me to them so you can be close to your mate,” She asked, conveying that she understood his need to intervene.
Azriel acquiesced with an appreciative look, standing to walk her to the sofa. Moving her to sit in front of him, she placed a hand on his chest, guiding him to sit next to Lucien instead.
“Elain…” He murmured as she knelt before him, Lucien watching them.
“Tell me what you want, Azriel,” She whispered. The demand surprised Azriel and he pulled her by the neck to him for a deep kiss. They continued to kiss, her body brushing against his.
He pulled her back suddenly, their breathing rough as his eyes traveled down her body before flickering to his mate.
“Take off your clothes. Slowly. Both of you,” He commanded with a slight smirk, his eyes moving between Cyra and Elain. Lucien’s gaze narrowed and Cyra felt his desire flare in response to Azriel’s request.
Encouraged, Cyra was the first to move. She stripped off her floral sundress in one fluid movement as she pulled her hair out of the ponytail she had tied. She stood before Lucien in nothing but white lace panties, her long pale waves cascading down her back.
She watched both males’ eyes graze down her body, taking in her full breasts, peaked nipples, and taught stomach leading to her panties. Azriel’s hand found his erection, still exposed from earlier and he slowly pumped it as he looked at her. Lucien swallowed, undecided on how to proceed.
Elain moved next, unlacing the corset of her dress before taking the shoulder straps off. It fell to the floor and she stood fully nude in front of them. Cyra heard Lucien let out a hiss, seeing his mate exposed in front of the two others.
“Touch yourselves,” Azriel directed, his commanding voice thick with lust as he looked at them both.
Obeying, Cyra’s hand ran down her stomach to the bare skin between her legs. Her fingers gently prodded, stroking lightly as she watched the two males, one clothed and one exposed.
“Elain?” Azriel questioned, encouraging her to continue. She bit her lip as she looked down his body to where he was touching himself.
“I’d…rather do something else,” She said softly, looking to Cyra for permission. Cyra nodded with a slight smile as Elain dipped down, glancing at Azriel as she ran her hands up his thighs.
He let out a choked sound as her fingers replaced his own, wrapping around his full length.
Her lips moved forward, taking the tip of him in as he groaned and leaned his head back on the couch. She continued moving her mouth on his cock, taking him deeper.
Cyra’s returned to Lucien who looked to be on the edge of leaving or coming, just from watching his mate.
“Lucien,” Cyra requested and his aroused gaze turned back to her.
She smiled and leaned forward to pull off his tunic. He shrugged it off, exposing his tanned, flat stomach and chest. He was gloriously toned, leaner than her mate but attractive no less.
“Take these off,” She whispered, looking down at his pants and he slowly unlaced them, pushing them off until his hard cock sprung forward to his stomach. It looked painfully erect, the tip red and swollen.
“Can I touch you?” She asked breathlessly.
“Yes, Gods, yes,” He whimpered. To his surprise, she moved her panties to the side and straddled him, moving her hand between them to grasp his cock.
He let out a sharp breath as she pressed his length against her core, grinding on it as she coated him in her arousal.
Cyra threw her head back from the sensation of rubbing against him.
“You’re so fucking wet, Cyra,” Lucien murmured, moving his hands to grip her hips roughly so he could leverage the angle to press her harder against him.
Cyra lost herself in the pleasure of her body. He was slightly less thick than Azriel, but no less pleasurable. And she had to admit, the male knew how to move.
He leaned forward, sucking one her breasts as one of his hands trailed up to palm the other one.
“Yes, Lucien,” She moaned, grinding harder on him. Azriel hissed next to her, his control wavering as he watched Cyra writhing on Lucien while Elain continued to take him in her mouth.
“Stop,” Azriel said to Elain, causing the group to freeze in confusion. “Let me show you what you wanted, Elain,” He said, his voice softening. “Lean forward onto the sofa.”
She blushed slightly, letting his manhood go as she exchanged places with him. She leaned over the couch next to Lucien and Cyra who watched on.
Standing, Azriel removed the last of his clothing, now fully nude as he released shadows from his hands. The first group of shadows wrapped around her hands, pulling them back until they tied at her lower back, leaving her to lean on the couch with her upper body.
The second set moved to the front of her body, sliding over her breasts like fingertips all the way down lower to her core.
“Oh, Gods,” She moaned as his hand rubbed along her ass cheek and a shadow pressed against her clit.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Elain,” Azriel said, lightly slapping her rear as the shadows continued to work. He paused, giving the group one last chance to intervene as he lined himself up with her.
“Yes…yes,” She said breathlessly into the sofa’s cushion.
Azriel pushed himself forward, inching slowly into her as her body tensed. He considered commenting on how she needed to adjust since he was bigger than her mate, but ultimately decided it would probably take the night in the wrong direction.
Lucien groaned watching Azriel slowly pump in and out. He threw his head back in pleasure as Cyra teased the tip of his cock at her entrance.
“Do you want to fuck me while you watch my mate fuck yours?” She asked, her hands gripping his shoulders.
“Yes..,” He barely whispered, picking up his head to gaze down her body where they were nearly joined.
Shadows oozed from Cyra’s hands, forming a collar around his neck that led to her hand. She wrapped her hand around it, watching the muscles of his neck strain in response.
His facial expression confirmed he was enjoying the sensation.
Reaching down, she slid forward to allow him to press on her entrance before she pushed down. He groaned loudly, his body arching into hers as she fully sheathed him.
They moved languidly, Lucien’s long red hair splayed out on the back of the couch as he watched her ride him.
Cyra looked over at her mate with Elain, his face a mixture of pleasure and concern. She reached behind her to grab his hand, the power exchanging between them as Lucien watched them.
“Don’t come inside her. She is mine. And her orgasm is mine,” He said to Lucien as he pumped faster into Elain. Cyra was too preoccupied with Lucien to respond, returning her focus to grinding on him as he thrust back into her.
“Sweet Elain, you are so tight around me,” Azriel praised, running a hand down her back. “I can feel you pulsing. Are you going to come for me?” Azriel murmured, slapping her ass again.
She only moaned in response, the shadows working faster against her clit.
“Yes…oh, Azriel…please…please don’t stop,” She whimpered, her body clenching around him as he thrust harder. Cyra watched Elain crumble, her face pressing into the cushion as her body convulsed from release. Azriel relented slightly, his own self-restraint waining. Cyra’s control was wavering as well.
“Shit, Cyra,” Lucien said, tightening his hold on her hips. “I’m going to come,” He groaned, moving to hold the base of his cock as he pulled her off.
“Me. On me,” She whispered, pulling at the collar with her magic and he leaned forward, pulsing on her stomach as he found release. The grip of one of his hands on her hips bruised as his whole body tensed with pleasure.
When his body stopped jerking, she rubbed his chest with her hand, calming and reassuring him as he leaned back onto the couch, spent.
“Off him. Now,” Azriel demanded to Cyra, releasing Elain from the bindings so she could curl next to Lucien.
He stood, moving Cyra to wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall, entering her with one swift movement.
“Az…Good Gods,” She cried as he thrust fully into her, moving against her whole body while he supported her weight. He felt bigger than Lucien, fully stretching her from within.
“Let’s show our friends how we really fuck, Cyra. Show them your wings,” Azriel smirked, roughly pressing her against the wall as he let shadows pull her wrists up to be suspended above her head. Her control faltering, she unhide her wings and pressed them flat against the wall.
The angle of his body and the intensity of being watched caused a cascade of arousal in the couple. Cyra’s hands started sparking as she approached her orgasm, the power building in her body from the overwhelming pleasure of being with her mate.
He leaned down to suck on her breasts as he thrust, unconcerned by the light she was emitting. Their eyes glowed, mirroring each other in intensity.
She couldn’t imagine what they must have looked like to the other mated couple as they watched on - two winged, glowing fae, writhing on the wall in total disarray with shadows and light swirling around them.
“I can’t…I have to…” She trailed off, her core moving against him as her legs wrapped tighter. One of his hands trailed up from her breast to her throat, wrapping there to apply light pressure.
“Come for me, Cyra,” He commanded, his body not slowing as the pleasure radiated through her. She moaned, toppling into her orgasm as her body pulsed against him uncontrollably. Her wrists strained against the shadow restraints, pulling and marking where she desperately heaved.
Watching her come and feeling her orgasm set Azriel over the edge and his body jerked, frozen as he came inside her. His wings shuddered and shadows wavered wildly around them, frenzied by the mating bond.
The aftermath of their coupling took several minutes for them both to recover. Reality set in as Cyra started hearing the sounds from the balcony again - birds chirping, the wind rustling, and water flowing through the Sidra.
She peeked her eyes open to see Lucien and Elain watching with interest and amusement.
“I…well…not sure that was exactly what…you were hoping for,” She murmured, blushing as Azriel chuckled and released her hands, letting her slide down the wall.
Elain chuckled, standing up fully nude to toss Cyra her dress. While Cyra was embarrassed, Azriel showed no sign of caring that he was still fully exposed and walking around the middle of their apartment.
“They did ask for this,” Azriel mused, his smug male grin plastered on his face as he shoved his undershorts on.
“Drink, my friend?” Lucien asked, standing bare as he handed him a glass of whisky. Azriel smiled, clinking glasses as they sipped.
Apparently fae have no sense of modesty, Cyra mused, focusing on the balcony window and not the naked males enjoying a drink.
“What…is happening? Did they just forget their wing flaring and chest pounding from moments ago?” Elain whispered to Cyra as she pulled her own dress on, staring at the two.
“I won’t pretend to understand the mind of a fae male. Now…wine?” Cyra smiled.
Notes:
What did you think?
What crackship should I do next???
Or even just a Cyriel moment :)
It is not lost on my that my couple's name is basically "cereal"...
Chapter 34: Bonus Chapter 2
Notes:
This is really a thank-you chapter for almost reaching 500 kudos and more than 100 bookmarks! I love that you all love this couple. This was my first fan fic and I've read it myself like 30+ times!
Synopsis for this chapter: A pegasus, a cave, and knife play (don't worry, no blood).
I hope you enjoy it!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“This is absurd. I’m not riding that thing,” Cyra said, motioning her hands in a large “NO” signal.
Azriel held back a laugh as he covered his mouth.
“The mighty Cyra Casteer is afraid of something? I never thought I’d see the day,” Cassian bellowed, sauntering to her. His taunt brought a steaming glare to her face.
“Careful, Cass. I’ve gotten that look before and the outcome is…not good,” Azriel said, shaking his head at him.
Sparks radiated from Cyra’s hands as she scowled at Cassian.
“Then you ride it, Cassian,” She bit out, shadows swirling her shoulders in fury. Azriel smiled widely, enjoying the show.
“Mother above, Cyra. You have a temper. Az, I can see why you like her. She must be a joy in the sack,” Cassian teased.
“Oh, you’re in for it now,” Azriel mocked, biting his lip.
Before Cassian could turn back to Cyra, a beam of fractured light was pulsing through her lilac siphon at him.
“Caudron, watch it!” Cassian laughed as he blocked the light with his siphon shield. “Azriel, get control of your mate,” He jeered, dodging another fracture of light.
“You’re dead,” Cyra said, doubling her light flare as Cassian deflected it.
“I’m not afraid of a seraphine. Apparently you are afraid of…” Cassian started before a scream resounded and he laughed, watching Cyra run from the creature charging at her.
Azriel couldn’t hold back his own laugh, doubling over as Cyra unhid her wings and took to the sky to avoid it.
“You both are getting thrown in the Cauldron after this debacle ends,” Cyra threatened, flaring her wings from her elevated position several feet off the ground.
“Stormy!!! How did you get out of your stable pen!” Gwyn shrieked, running out to the open field with a bridle and saddle in hand.
“Gwyn, your pegasus is a real pain in the ass. The stablehands can’t keep him under control so they keep calling us to save them from the wing slaps,” Cassian growled, chasing the young feathered beast around the River House’s newly built stable area.
“He is not! He’s a beautiful gift from Helion. He just needs a little…” Gwyn said before the teenage pegasus started to defecate near Cassian’s boot. “…training,” She finished, cringing.
Cassian growled, trying to catch the pegasus by the neck but it craned away and ran just in time to escape him.
“Gwyneth, if you’re going to force us to babysit this thing, at least allow us to do some Illyrian battle training with it. Put some armor on it and make it learn to fly through obstacles…maybe it could be useful one day instead of that,” Azriel said, sneering slightly as he watched the gray pegasus promenading around the stable area.
Gwyn rolled her eyes, walking over to Stormy who neighed as she approached.
“Such a good boy, right Stormy? Let’s get you back in your pen with some fresh carrots, my sweet angel,” Gwyn cooed, and the animal whinnied in response. “He can’t fly, Azriel. That’s the reason Helion gave him to me,” Gwyn glared, staring Azriel down.
“He can’t fly yet,” Azriel smirked. “He’s fully capable, he’s just spoiled.”
“He is not!!” Gwyn shrieked, pulling Stormy towards the stables as Cyra watched with amusement from her hovering position.
“Are you coming down, little seraphine?” Azriel asked, turning his attention back to Cyra.
“Not until that thing is gone,” Cyra said, pointing harshly at the pegasus.
“How can you be afraid of another winged creature? Doesn’t that go against your nature or something?” Gwyn asked thoughtfully.
“No offense Gwyn, but Pegasusses…pegasi? Whatever. They’re outrageous animals with foul tempers. They’ve been immortalized incorrectly in literature for centuries,” Cyra explained, slowly returning to the ground as Gwyn made her way from the group.
Gwyn sighed, pulling once more on Stormy’s bridle to move him forward.
For a moment, the pegasus followed Gwyn towards the stable at the promise of food before a nearby crow flew by, spooking it into another frenzy.
As the bird flew away, Stormy reared up, pushing Gwyn to the ground while he flared his wings.
Cassian knelt over Gwyn, shielding her from the pegasus’s hooves as the creature tried to take off.
“Someone grab that animal’s fucking leash!” Cassian shouted, his siphon flaring in a shield as Azriel took to the air to try to calm the bucking pegasus.
“He doesn’t know how to fly! If he gets off the ground, he’ll fall!” Gwyn shouted, trying to pull Cassian back so she could jump for the reins.
“It would appear that he’s close to knowing how to fly now, Gwyn!” Azriel shouted as the wild pegasus got off the ground for a few seconds before slamming down and flapping his feathered wings hard.
“What the fuck, Az, get your foot out of the reins!” Cassian called, pointing at the end of the rein that was looped around his foot.
“Fuck,” Azriel muttered, edging towards the animal as it reared again, trying to avoid getting crushed while pulling on the reins.
As he pulled, the reins locked in a harder knot.
“Azriel, you need to unloop it!” Cyra shouted, her anxiety skyrocketing as she watch the scene unfold.
“I know how to untie a knot, baby, as you may know,” Azriel mocked as he moved several inches closer to the scared pegasus, hoping to get close enough to back out the knot.
Cyra rolled her eyes, approaching the pegasus carefully. The animal turned to her, suddenly calm.
“Good doggie…I mean…peggie? Whatever the hell you are,” She grumbled, her arms extended to try to soften her approaching body.
The pegasus side-eyed her, cautious and on guard.
“That’s it Cyra, just grab his bridle and then I can get control of him,” Gwyn whispered still shielded under Cassian.
Cyra nodded wordlessly, approaching Stormy slowly.
“Come on, boy, just like that…” She said softly, inches from his bridle. Azriel didn’t move, trying to remain out of stomping distance.
As Cyra reached for the reins, the pegasus spooked and within seconds the creature was airborne.
“NO!” Cyra cried, watching the pegasus lift off the ground, Azriel tied to him by one leg, his wings flaring to try to get control.
“Fuck, Gwyn, stay here,” Cassian instructed as he and Cyra took off, flying into the sky.
“How is that stupid winged horse so fast!?” Cyra shouted to Cassian through the wind swirling around them.
“Fuck if I know,” Cassian growled as they flew side by side, watching Azriel swinging aimlessly under the soaring pegasus.
The animal neighed, bucking wildly as it continued to increase in altitude.
A moment later, the pegasus veered left, intentionally smacking Cyra with one of his wings so she was pushed back several feet.
“OUCH! Stupid brute!!” Cyra screamed as she was thrown back.
“Shit, pegasusses can fly much higher than we can safely. We need to catch up and cut Azriel free. He can’t get his wings stable enough to untie himself. You try to get under him while I siphon the rein tied to him. You guys can winnow from there,” Cassian directed and Cyra nodded, pushing her wings to go faster.
They were still moments behind the pegasus, trying to catch up as it gained elevation.
As they approached, they could hear Azriel cursing as he struggled to get free.
“Stupid fucking bird-horse, I should have locked you in Illyria ages ago,” He spit out, wildly flaying as he tried to grab his foot.
“I’ve got you! Try to keep your foot still for a minute so I can cut you free!” Cassian shouted and Azriel nodded, flinching slightly as Cassian’s siphon stream came close to singeing his toes.
Cyra positioned herself under him, the pegasus still pulling higher in altitude.
“It’s getting hard to breathe up here!” Cyra exclaimed and the three of them exchanged a knowing look.
“Faster, Cass,” Azriel growled and Cassian cursed, intensifying his siphon stream to cut through the leather.
“Hold you breathe!” Cassian yelled as they continued to climb higher, the pegasus whinnying as it started to slow, coasting more.
In a few seconds, the rein was free and Azriel started to free fall, trying to turn and catch air with his wings but instead tumbling down past Cyra.
“Get him!” Cassian shouted as they both pulled their wings back to plunge down.
“I’m trying! He’s…he’s going too fast!” She cried back. Fear and terror pulsed through Cyra as she watched mate hurtling towards the ground uncontrollably.
Without a second thought, Cyra flapped her wings faster, trying to catch up.
“I’m going to winnow to him!” Cyra yelled over the loud whooshing air. Cassian looked horrified as he opened his mouth to respond, but Cyra was gone before he could.
***
“Open, Gods-dammit, OPEN!” Azriel shouted, willing his weakened wings to open against the rushing air but the force of the free fall was too much.
He looked down for a split second and saw the ground approaching.
It would only be tens of seconds now. He swallowed, deciding to winnow and hoping that Cassian and Cyra would find him wherever he landed.
Before he could, he saw Cyra’s profile as she appeared beside him. He felt her hand grab his forearm roughly before they were winnowing.
Winnowing through time and space so rapidly, he wasn’t certain where they’d end up. It didn’t feel like normal winnowing; it felt like traveling through a memory.
They landed with a crash, stumbling into a hard, dark, and rocky place with several groans.
“Ugh…Azriel? Are you ok?” Cyra asked, desperation in her voice as she looked for him in the darkness.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, baby. Shhh…I’m right here,” He soothed, reaching for her hand in the dark. “What the fuck was that?” Azriel mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.
“I…I don’t know. My winnowing has never been that bad,” Cyra responded, confusion swirling her as she held his hand tighter and surveyed her surroundings.
He chuckled, shaking his head. She gave him a sheepish look before she looked back at the dark walls around them.
“No, no. It’s not that. I just…felt something weird when we winnowed,” He said softly.
Cyra frowned, seeing his eyebrows arch in hesitation. She held her hand out to illuminate the space with a ball of light.
“Are you hurt?” She asked, her thoughts immediately going to some sort of injury. She grazed her eyes down his body, scanning for cuts or bruises.
He looked back at her, softening his gaze.
“I’m fine, Cyra. You saved me,” He smiled, running one hand over her cheek lovingly. She smiled back timidly, the look in his eyes setting their mating bond ablaze.
“As if I’d let you plummet to your death. The Illyrians would never let you live that down,” Cyra teased as Azriel rolled his eyes.
“I could have winnowed…eventually,” He grumbled. “That pegasus is going into the Velaris Zoo if he’s ever caught.”
In an instant, Cyra was overwhelmed with rage.
“I’m going to pummel that miserable beast. He hit me with his wing!” She exclaimed, her hands clenching into fists as Azriel started laughing.
“What are you so happy about? You could have died!” She shrieked, looking around the dark space for some indication of natural light.
“It is funny to think about. How ridiculous it all was,” He chuckled, pulling her to him. “Now…where the fuck are we?” Azriel asked.
Cyra studied the walls until she noticed light bleeding in through a small entrance. Recognition struck her and she gasped.
“Oh my Gods. Are we dead?” She asked in a hushed tone. Azriel chuckled before studying her face.
“No, we are not dead. What is it?” He asked, moving to touch her arm gently.
“We’re…we’re in our cave,” Cyra choked out, circling the space again.
Azriel’s eyes went wide as he took in the space and helped Cyra brighten it by using some of her light magic in his own hand.
“Gods…you’re right. We are in the Middle. Near the lake where you first killed the Kelpie. Fuck me,” Azriel mumbled, holding the light up to the wall to study the surface.
“Why are we here?” Cyra asked, surveying the space.
“I…I’m not sure. Why did you winnow us here?” He asked, touching the rock to feel if it was real.
“I didn’t even think of a place. I just thought about leaving the open air,” Cyra muttered, wrapping her arms around herself in the chill of the cave.
“We must be dead then,” Azriel joked, hands on his hips. “Maybe your subconscious wanted to bring us back to our first night together,” He poked, elbowing Cyra.
“If we are dead, then you won’t be able to feel this,” Cyra said, hitting him playfully as he raised his eyebrows.
“You sure you want to start something, Cyra?” He said, intensifying his stare.
Before she could register, his body was pressed against hers, locking her hands behind her back.
“Azriel,” Cyra whined, trying to push him back with little progress.
“Oh little seraphine, big mistake,” He gleamed evilly as he took her hands and pushed them over her head against the cave wall.
“Hmph,” She whined, trying to free her hands. “Azriel, I am not making out with you in a dusty cave,” She chastised as his lips found her neck.
He groaned, leaning his head back to look at her.
“It’s not just a cave. It’s our cave. It’s where you were desperate for my cock to be buried inside you,” He teased, pressing his hardening erection against her.
“While that may have been true, you nearly died moments ago. I need a little more time to recover. How can you even think about sex right now?” She said, pushing him back.
“I can smell your arousal from here, baby. I’d say you’ve already recovered quite nicely,” He grinned, leaning forward to continue his assault on her neck.
She rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to moan against his touch. Instead, she flared her light to illuminate the space while sending a pulse through him.
He shuddered for a moment, adsorbing her power as she blazed against him.
“Did you just…shock me?” He asked in astonishment.
“Maybe,” Cyra smirked, shoving his body.
“You’re going to have to try harder if you want me to get me off of you. If anything, you’re just adding to the foreplay,” He taunted, pressing his body harder against her.
A devilish smirk came to Cyra’s face as she thought of an idea.
“Ok. I’ll make you a deal,” She mused and he looked up in interest.
“I don’t need to make a deal with you. Give me a few more seconds and you’ll be begging for me to bend you over and fuck you in our cave,” He said with a cocky grin.
“So sure of yourself, aren’t you spymaster,” She teased, her hand grazing down his clothed body. She watched the muscle of his jaw pulse as her hand approached his waistband and stopped.
“I’ll tell you what. If you can catch me, you can have me,” She glinted, smirking as she disappeared, leaving him staring at the stone wall.
***
Cyra tracked through the forest, winnowing long distances through The Middle. She knew he could trace her scent and find her quickly but she used some of her magic to try to disperse the scent as much as possible.
She made it several miles away before she felt it. An earth-shattering tug on the bond reverberated through her chest.
She and Azriel usually tugged on the bond frequently in their daily lives - checking in, sensing danger or even wellness.
But this was different. Cyra felt her whole body shudder from the intensity of the tug. He had pulled it hard. So hard, she almost felt a maniacal laugh pulsing through the bond.
“Fucker,” She mused, winnowing again.
The forest grew darker as nightfall approached and the sounds of creatures lurking became more prevalent.
But having two major forms of power had significant advantages. Cyra cloaked herself in night shadows, essentially invisible to her surroundings while protective light flared in her hand.
After soundlessly maneuvering on foot through more of the forest, she slowed her pace, waiting for Azriel’s next move.
Well that only took 30 minutes. Losing him was one of the easiest things I’ve done all day, she thought, smirking to herself.
She sighed, reaching for her blade to make sure it was still holstered to her belt.
“I’d watch where you put that hand,” A dark voice said and Cyra froze.
A slight crunch of leaves sounded inches away from her before a warm body pressed fully against her back.
“Did you really think that little stunt would work, sweet seraphine?” He whispered, his fingers trailing over hers on the hilt of her dagger.
Cyra felt her breathing stop. He sounded like he was both intrigued and…turned on. She couldn’t will her body to act.
She should winnow away. Keep the game going. Head back home. But she was frozen, his breath sending tingles down her spine.
“Take it out,” He murmured, closing her hand around her blade. She gasped as his hand helped her pull the blade from the sheath, the hilt pressed into the center of her chest.
“What…what are you doing?” She whispered, his large body completely surrounding her from behind.
“Shh…do you trust me?” He asked, his lips grazing under her ear.
“Yes,” Cyra said with a breath.
“Let go,” He commanded, motioning to the dagger. Cyra loosened her hands, his hand fully wrapping around the hilt.
Azriel held it out in front of both of them, examining the fine knife. It was one that he had purchased for her.
“Is this your favorite blade?” He asked, studying the unique, intricate design that weaved down the dagger.
“Ye…yes,” Cyra stuttered as he ran the edge of the blade lightly over her collarbone.
“Do you feel strongly about these leathers?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Azriel…” Cyra whispered but before she could fully respond, he ran the blade down the center of her leather top, the fabric tearing smoothly.
Cyra gasped feeling the air hit her chest as the knife seamlessly cut her top without touching her skin.
Her body trembled slightly against him, the fear and adrenaline pulsating through her.
His free hand edged to the newly cut opening, roughly pulling open her leather top until it fell down her arms and she stood topless facing away from him.
Azriel craned his neck, looking down her body from above to see her chest heaving.
“Look at you. My sweet mate, ready to get on her knees for my cock,” He murmured, one hand moving to cup a bare breast.
Cyra sucked in a breath at his words before Azriel roughly pushed her to her knees.
He stared at her from behind, her breathing intensifying.
“Do you admit that I won, Cyra? That I caught you?” He asked, his voice dark and ominous. She started to turn her head to look at him.
“Don’t. Move.” He commanded and she swallowed in anticipation.
“Yes, Azriel. You won,” She said, suspense etching her voice.
“And as the winner, do you agree that I can choose what we do?” He asked, dragging the dagger down the length of her spine between her shoulder blades as she knelt before him.
The knife cut through the leather knot of her long braid, the fabric falling to the ground as her long, bright hair naturally unraveled.
“Ye…yes,” Cyra faltered.
“Good little seraphine. I think first, I’d like to see your eyes water as you choke on my cock,” He said coyly, moving to stand in front of her.
Cyra sucked in a breath, studying her mate for the first time since their game started.
His eyes were so dark with desire they were nearly black. His body was tense and his muscles clenched as he stared at her.
He leaned forward, sliding the blade lightly over her chest and so he could trace it over one peaked nipple.
An involuntary moan came out of Cyra’s mouth as the cold metal touched her warm body, eliciting a satisfied expression from Azriel.
“You are…loving this,” He remarked. “We really are fated for each other,” He smirked, showing a moment of genuine love and Cyra felt the emotion project to her.
She blushed, watching his gaze shift from adoration back to dominance. She knew a dark game was coming. Maybe the darkest they’d ever played.
She gulped, anticipation and desire washing over her as she waited for his direction.
“Take your wings out,” He demanded. She did as she was told, her feathered white wings flaring in response behind her.
Azriel stepped around to look at them, pausing out of her sight. He ran the blade gently over the edge of one wing before his hand reached for a delicate white feather.
Cyra heard him slice the feather in half with her blade, the touch sending a tickle down her back. With that, she gasped, realizing what he’d done.
“Did you just…cut one of my feathers off?” She asked in shock. He circled around to stand in front of her and held up the severed white feather.
“This is mine now,” He mused, smelling the white feather before he placed it in his pocket.
Cyra didn’t feel the cut but no one had ever touched her feathers that way. She wasn’t sure if she should be angry or aroused by the possessive nature of his action.
“I can feel your emotions swirling. I think it’s time to take your mind off of everything,” He taunted, moving towards her.
Cyra raised on an eyebrow as she saw his hand hold the blade out to her body.
Azriel ran the knife down from her nipple to her stomach, not cutting her but grazing her body. Once her reached her waist, he sheathed the dagger in its holster before he unbuttoned his leather trousers.
“I don’t know why you expect me to comply after that little stunt,” She scoffed as he reached into his pants, pulling his hard cock out.
He gave her an arrogant grin as he watched her eyes follow his movements.
Cyra observed as his hand wrapped around the base of his erection, pumping it a few times as he approached her.
Watching his thick length harden more had her nearly salivating.
“Open you mouth,” He commanded, brushing the tip of his erection against her mouth.
“No,” She gritted out, baring her teeth.
“You’re a sore loser, Cyra,” Azriel taunted, stroking himself in front of her. His head tipped back in pleasure as his mouth opened to groan.
“Az…” She whined, not sure what she was asking for. The scent of him enticed her to please him.
“Are you ready to show me that you admit defeat?” He asked, his eyes focused on her lips. She bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him thoughtfully.
With a small smirk, she leaned forward and rolled her tongue around his tip, painfully slow.
“Shit, baby,” He cursed, watching her tease him. "I can smell how much this turns you on,” He murmured, watching her mouth take him deeper.
She sucked as he gripped himself at the base, thrusting in and out of her mouth.
“Let’s see how far you can go,” Azriel gleamed, pushing further between her lips. Cyra felt her gag reflex engage but willed her throat to relax.
“That’s it baby,” Azriel cooed, his head tipping back again as he moved slowly.
The tension and scent of his arousal was getting to Cyra; feeling his pleasure stimulated her and had the mating bond purring in her chest.
Even after years and years, it never let up. His desire called to her, warming her body.
She groaned with him still in her mouth as she moved one hand down her torso to her waistband.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Azriel asked, his head shooting up to look down at her. He leaned over to pull her hand away. “Your cunt is mine. Take your hands off of yourself and focus on taking me deeper,” He commanded roughly as he held her jaw.
Cyra felt tears prick her eyes as he thrust even further, the pressure causing her body to react.
“Take a little more,” He said, inching slightly forward and she put her hands on his hips, pushing him back. He chuckled, pulling fully out so she could regain her composure.
“I told you I'd have you choking. Is that your limit, baby?” He said softly, crouching down to look in her watering eyes.
“Bastard,” She whispered, wiping her mouth as she looked at him. His amusement shifted to something darker.
“What did you call me?” He growled, pushing her body to the ground. He leaned forward over her until she was pinned underneath him.
“I called you a-” Cyra started, her temper growing until his hand wrapped around her neck.
“I know what you said. I thought you might like to take it back,” He said, applying pressure to the sides of her neck. “Especially if you’d like to orgasm today,” He murmured, sucking on one of her bare nipples.
“I…fuck…” She rasped out as his teeth nibbled around her breast. He looked up at her with a wicked smile before his teeth sank into the fleshy underside of one breast.
The bite didn't break the skin but it set Cyra alight. The pain sparked pleasure to her spine and she arched into his mouth seeking relief and comfort.
She needed more, as soon as possible. Her hips thrust to try to meet his body but he kept himself suspended above her, holding her wrists down.
“Cauldron. Azriel, please,” She whimpered, trying to leaning up to kiss him as he returned to see her face.
“Maybe if you ask politely, I’ll give you what you want so badly,” He emphasized, teasing her body.
“I…I…I’m sorry. You…you won. Please fuck me, please,” She begged, her voice desperate.
Azriel smiled and slid one hand down her center, unlacing her leather pants until he could push them down. He used his legs to maneuver them off her, pushing down his own as well.
They were half clothed, lying in a heap on the forest floor, Cyra’s wings covered in dirt.
“I think we need to get those beautiful wings of the ground,” Azriel smirked, rapidly flipping her over so she laid face down, flat on the ground.
She gasped feeling the firm mossy forest floor press against her until he pulled her hips. His hand smacked her ass as he rubbed his erection against her wet center.
“Beg again for me to fuck you,” He demanded, teasing her entrance as he ran his hand over her spine.
“Please…please…I need to feel you. Please touch me,” Cyra pled, her voice cracking from desire. Light sparked from her hands, sending waves of illumination through the forest.
Shadows suddenly surrounded them, Azriel feeding his magic to cloak their bodies.
“Since you asked so nicely,” He said smugly as his cock entered her, stretching her thoroughly with one thrust.
It was too much; she was too full. She tried to pull away slightly but he was already on her, gripping the juncture of her neck and shoulder to keep her in place.
“Ah, ah, ah. You don’t get to control this, mate,” He chastised, slowing her hips with his grip. One of his hands moved up to stroke her feathered wings, drawing out moans of pleasure from Cyra.
“You can take it,” Azriel whispered, not letting up.
“Oh Gods,” She groaned, as he pushed fully in. Her core gripped him, feeling the emptiness every time he pulled back.
“I want to feel your pussy clench and pulse around me,” He ordered, thrusting harder into her.
Cyra didn’t respond, too lost in the feeling of him inside her and all over her body. He smacked her ass again, massaging the spot to soothe it as it pooled red.
One of his hands moved around her body to graze her clit, causing her to jerk forward in response.
He leaned over to kiss between her wings, his fingers moving faster against her as she quivered. Her orgasm was close and the need to barrel over the edge was intense.
“No…no, no, no sweet seraphine. Not yet,” He said wickedly, slowing his movements.
“Azriel, I…I…” She said, struggling to breath.
Cyra pulled her wings in tight, her whole body clenching around him as he stilled inside her, letting her come down from her near peak while he savored her.
“I love you,” He whispered as he felt her radiate frustration through their bond.
“You have a funny way of showing it,” Cyra grumbled, desperately trying to move against him. He put both hands on her hips, stopping her ministrations.
“Just imagine how much more intense it will be when I do this,” He said as he continued to tease her to the edge of oblivion.
His finger circled outside of her clit, not touching the sensitive spot as she shuddered around him. All she felt was fullness and warmth.
“You’re…you’re going to pay for this later,” Cyra barely squeaked out as Azriel chuckled before slamming hard into her.
The movement coupled with his fingers touching her where she needed most sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body.
“I want to try something,” He rasped, his own desire evident as his leash on himself began to break.
Cyra tried to look back at him but couldn’t, submitting her body to his whims.
Azriel kissed her shoulder as he mentally tugged on the bond between them, their bonds instantly reacting. The pulse sent a a potent climax that took her with almost no warning.
Light and shadow pooled in Cyra hands, fighting against the shadows swarming Azriel and she ground into the forest floor, her chest pounding from the mating bond’s reverberation.
Their powers were in a frenzy, overwhelmed and energized by their coupling and the mating bond tug.
She screamed, toppling forward as Azriel caught her waist and held her against him. His thrusting was brutal as he pushed her through her orgasm, his own claiming him as he watched her wings flare at the tail end of her pleasure.
“Fuck,” Azriel murmured, his body near collapse behind hers and he tried not to put his full weight on her wings.
He heaved, trying to catch his breath as Cyra laid quietly next to him, soaking in the afterglow.
“Are you ok, baby?” He whispered, lethargically pulling his body up slightly off her.
She grinned widely, her face pressed into the forest moss as she cracked an eye open at him.
“Never better. What was that?…wait. Nevermind. I don’t care. I just want you to do that over. And over. And over...” She trailed off, smiling to herself.
He laughed, kissing her cheek as he stood up on wobbly legs, leaning down to help her up. He smoothed her matted hair, covered in dirt and grime as his hands cupped her face.
“Today did…not go as I expected it to,” He mused, studying her glowing, lilac eyes.
“No kidding,” She giggled, wiping a smudge of dirt off his cheek as she looked back at his glowing, hazel eyes.
Before they could move, a booming voice bellowed towards them.
“Oh for crying out loud. How do I always end up being the one to find you two like this?” Cassian winced, throwing his hands in the air.
Cyra was standing behind Azriel totally covered by his wingspan, but Azriel’s pants were still down, his rear facing Cassian.
“Oh please. You know you love seeing my hairy ass,” Azriel taunted, pulling up his pants as Cassian rolled his eyes.
“Rhys sent me to find you too after Amren tracked you down. Can’t wait to send him this mental image,” Cassian smirked, turning around to walk away.
“Wait - what happened to Peggie?” Cyra asked, pulling on her torn leather top and adjusting the rest of her clothes as she trailed after Cassian.
“Rhys caught him after a long chase…well that is, until Rhys tried to ride him. Then Peggie threw him into the Sidra in front of half of Velaris. I’ll let you imagine how much his ego is bruised,” Cassian laughed.
Cyra and Azriel met eyes before she looked back to Cassian.
“Cassian, I think we might consider gifting Peggie to a new owner. What do you think about sending him to Eris?” Cyra said wickedly as the group exchanged mischievous looks.
Notes:
I feel like pegasusses are probably assholes.
Chapter 35: Cover Art
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Chapter Text
Notes:
Sharing some original cover art I've been working on xoxo
Chapter 36: Bonus Chapter - The Shroud, Part 1
Notes:
SURPRISE!
The beginning of a little mini-series! I'm in a feminist mood so that is my current inspiration. There will be smut, too (Az/Cyra).
I'm so sorry, I tried to write in third person but I just HATE it now. These chapters will be written in POV.
Apologies!!
Chapter Text
Part 1, Cyra’s POV
I blanch at the females in front of me, lined up and at attention.
Nesta, Emerie, Gwyneth, and four other Illyrian warriors with ribbons tied around their heads stand side-by-side, like a military line up.
“What is this meeting for?” I hesitate, crossing my arms.
Nesta sent me a note while I was training in the morning with Azriel, requesting my attendance at an Illyrian meeting later in the day. How she arrived here is beyond me; someone in this group flew her or winnowed her to Illyria and now we stand in a dilapidated, wooden shed of some sort.
My eyes zero in on my friend Gwyneth’s smirk, mischievous and knowing.
“We've started a secret society,” Nesta says directly, motioning to the other females. “And we’ve discussed it internally. We’d like invite you in as one of the original eight leaders,” She nods to me.
I pause, allowing myself to consider her words.
“A secret society?” I ask. “How is this different from what you already are - the Valkyrie?” I follow up cautiously.
Seraphines are loners for a reason; while Nesta is my friend, I’m not sure I’m willing to invest more for a cause. I’ve turned down her Valkyrie training for years, opting to work only with my mate.
He knows my style and capabilities inside and out, pushing me to the edge in each session so my skills are precise.
“Our mission is to free indentured females and train them in our own compound,” Emerie lifts her chin, proud and strong as she motions around the room.
My heart pounds as I watch her, feeling my own sense of gratification for how far these females have come. I’m much, much older than them and they’re already proving their bravery and empathy in ways I wish I had at their age.
“Part of our work will be to sequester funds from supporting individuals in discreet manners,” Gwyn hints and I raise an eyebrow at her.
I stare at the remaining Illyrian females, recognizing them as several I’ve worked with over the years to build strength and fighting technique. I turn back to Gwyn, responding.
“I’ll support you however I can but…” I start. “But I’m guessing you want help with the money part, based on how you’re looking at me,” I purse my lips.
She chuckles, quirking her head to the side.
“Always perceptive, Cyra,” She smiles.
I sigh, relaxing my stature as I look around the abandoned warehouse where we stand.
“So what’s the plan?” I ask.
Their wicked grins are all I need to know; they're up to no good.
“Once we initiate you, we’ll gladly welcome you to The Shroud and tell you what you need to know,” Nesta says covertly.
“The…Shroud?” I ask.
“Yes, that's what we're called. Because the males we deal with castigate us. Hide us. Bury us. We are invisible to them. And now we’ll fight back as the Shroud,” Emerie justifies.
A chill runs down my back at her fortitude and I vaguely feel Azriel tug on our bond even from miles and miles away in Velaris. He already knows I’m feeling something strong for this purpose and he's concerned about my wellbeing.
I wince, shuddering his tug away with the urgency he pushes to me.
“He’s contacting you, isn’t he?” Nesta questions, edging closer.
She knows.
I force my body to relax, shrugging nonchalantly.
“And if he is?” I retort, challenging my friend.
She smirks, looking at me without breaking eye contact.
“We’ll use him to our advantage. Lovingly, of course,” She winks, walking to a small table I didn’t notice before. She pours a minuscule glass of wine, handing me the red liquid.
“Drink this and we’ll begin the initiation,” She says.
I hesitate, tisking slightly.
“Is this really necessary?” I question. "I’ve never done anything to break your trust,” I insist to all of them.
She steps closer, the scent of her fighting leathers reaching me.
“This is bigger than us, Cyra. We have nearly 400 females wanting to commit to the society. Drink or leave,” She growls.
I gasp at the description, impressed they’ve amassed such a group. I give them all a final glance, registering Gwyn’s encouraging nod before I throw back the small cup.
I’ve already swallowed when I realize what I’ve consumed. It’s not wine at all.
It’s truth serum.
Chapter 37: Bonus Chapter - The Shroud, Part 2
Notes:
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Chapter Text
I make a half-hearted snarl at the females in front of me as my magic begins to fade and with a last ditch effort, I materialize my wings to ensure I have a way to fly, if needed.
“Smart,” Emerie smirks, circling me. Her fingers reach out to brush my delicate white feathers but I flare, causing her to rear back.
“It’s rude to touch someone’s wings. You should know that,” I clench in a reactive stance, glaring at them. “And that was a dirty trick. I can’t…I can’t feel him anymore,” I hiss, sensing all the glow within my body fade. I know they know who I’m referring to.
The mate I waited more than 10 years to tell of our fated destiny.
Azriel.
Nesta shrugs, her lips tipping up in a proud way. I love her but Godsdamn, she rarely feels remorse.Beside me, Gwyn sighs, striding around to interject.
“This isn’t an attack, Cyra,” Gwyn says gently, placing a hand on my shoulder. “We’re still your friends. We just need assurances. Your magic is only incapacitated for one hour,” She grimaces.
“What you need is blackmail material on me in case I go rogue, right?” I grumble, watching them all hesitate. “On with it then,” I mutter.
Gwyn motions to a chair and a table for us to sit in while the other females crowd around her, opposite of me.
“State your full name,” She starts.
“Cyra Casteer of the Casteer Seraphines,” I reply plainly as the four Illyrian females exchange glances.
“What is your closest relative, alive or deceased?” Emerie asks next.
I flinch.
“My seraphine brother, Nebar. Deceased,” I state.
“Who is your mate?” Nesta asks and I narrow my gaze on her lithe form.
“Azriel, the shadowsinger of the Night Court,” I bite my tongue, trying not to sound so feral without his presence or my magic.
I miss him already.
Is he trying to reach me?
“What is your role within the Night Court?” Emerie asks as a genuine question.
I hesitate, still wondering the answer myself.
“Well I sort of…I spy and…I help Rhys with advanced magical anomalies and I train my powers. I suppose I’m a bit of a weapon for the High Lord,” I frown, hearing Nesta scoffs closer by.
“Undoubtedly,” She sneers.
Gwyn places a hand on her shoulder, giving me an apologetic look.
“I feel similarly about my own role with the High Lord,” She smiles. “Can you tell us what your last mission was?”
I swallow hard, knowing we’re approaching the point of no return.
“I was sent to the Summer Court,” I answer strategically, knowing they’ll have to press me for more responses.
“To do what?” Emerie follows up.
I exhale, feeling the magic of the truth serum enforce my compliance.
“To feel for treachery and…and love,” I reply, referring to my ability to sense the emotions of others.
“Wh-what?” Gwyn furrows her brows and I wince.
“Rhysand wanted me to determine if the High Lord of the Summer Court was loyal to our court. And if he’d found a mate,” I grimace.
The three Valkyrie look at each other, exchanging glances.
“Interesting that the High Lord of Night cares...” Emeries considers, looking down at notes scribbled on a piece of paper. “What is your least favorite part about working with Rhysand?” She asks, glaring at Nesta who smirks wickedly.
Of course that was one of her questions.
I bite my lip as the words bubble up, forcing their way out.
“His nosiness. And his ability to weasel himself into every situation,” I reply, hating myself a little.
He’s like my brother and it feels wrong to diminish him.
“Agreed,” Nesta smirks.
“How does Azriel regard the High Lord?” Gwyn inquires, her voice genuine and curious. I pause, thinking of my truthful answer.
“He loves him like a sibling,” I begin. “But his frustrations are generally aligned with mine,” I murmur, embarrassed at the admission.
“Thank you for your honesty,” Emerie chimes in as Nesta peers over Emerie’s shoulder to the notes.
“Where’s the wildest place you and Azriel have had sex?” She asks directly, reading off of the paper like it's no big deal.
“What?!” I shriek. “How is that relevant to my loyalty?” I exclaim, watching Gwyn wither away. Nesta just shrugs.
“You said it yourself. Blackmail material,” She replies nonchalantly. I growl, standing from the desk.
“Maybe I don’t want to help then,” I seethe, feeling the pull of the truth serum beckoning my response as I plead for my power to return.
Gwyn’s fingers interlace mine, halting me.
“Please don’t leave. We need you,” She begs. “Just…just answer this last question and we’ll be done. We’ll have enough information to confirm your loyalty and proceed with our plans,” She elaborates.
I huff, feeling my cheeks redden as the females stare at me with a deep curiosity. I didn’t realize my sex life was of so much interest to them and I shudder, feeling the slight pull of my bond as the serum to filter through my body. Azriel is distressed by my absence.
If only I could stop the pull the serum demands for me to answer.
“In a bedroom,” I deflect.
“What made it so wild?” Nesta prods, her mouth gritted like she can’t wait for the answer. Heathen.
“It was an Autumn Court bedroom,” I hiss, my body defensive.
“I still don’t get it,” Gwyn asks in confusion.
“Tell us exactly what you did,” Emerie commands, enacting the magic of the serum.
I whimper as I fall into the chair, my wings going wide in submission as the words slip out of my mouth.
“It was…in front of…with someone watching and...and self-pleasuring,” I whine, my cheeks undoubtedly beet red. I’m not proud of what we did but it was certainly enjoyable for both Azriel, me, and the other.
“Who?” Nesta requests, inches from me.
“Eris,” I whisper, gaining several gasps from the females in front of me.
Notes:
Sounds fun to me :)
Chapter 38: Bonus Chapter - The Shroud - Part 3
Notes:
I probably should just make this a follow up story at this point...
Chapter Text
One Week Later
I stir the boiling pot, mixing the celery, carrots, onion, and thyme as sprinkle in a bit of oregano. Shredded chicken bobs in the liquid, infusing with the flavors and spices as I inhale the aroma of the soup.
“Mmmm. That smells amazing,” Azriel coos, arms wrapping around me from behind. “Are the kids coming for dinner tonight?” He mutters, peppering kisses into my neck.
I smile from the tickle of his lips, leaning my head back into him.
Mate. Safe. Together.
The kids he’s referring to are fully grown now - Julian is in his twenties and Lyla is away at art school, honing her craft while batting away teenage fae who are attracted to her shadowy nature.
“They’re ‘busy’,” I air quote sarcastically, turning in his arms to watch him roll his eyes.
“Too ‘busy’ for their parents to winnow home for an hour?” He grumbles, placing a kiss on my lips. “I suppose it's good that I get a night alone with you,” He smirks.
“Are you so deprived, shadowsinger?” I raise an eyebrow, shoving him away.
He bites his lip, looking my flight leathers up and down as his hands graze my shoulder blades where my wings usually are. The action makes me shudder with pleasure and I slink away, too stimulated by the spot.
He smirks, knowing exactly what he's done.
“Not at all, little seraphine. But it has been a week since we...” He wiggles his eyebrows, approaching me again from behind to grind his hips into me. “And you haven’t let me see your wings since either,” He pouts.
He has an unhealthy obsession with my wings and I admittedly love it. I sigh languidly as his arousal wafts to my nostrils and overrides the delicious food scents. I can’t help but lean back into him as I feel his semi-hard cock jutting against my rear.
“Before or after dinner?” I whisper, looking down at the pot of soup and side of cooked pasta. I turn to him, watching him consider as he finally decides, assertion in his emotion.
“Usually I’d say before…” He retreats, rubbing his stomach. “But I am starving. Fucking Cassian insisted we fly to Illyria instead of winnowing which was a mistake. My muscles are sore,” He complains, grabbing a bowl to serve us the food.
I hesitate, watching him meticulously ladle the soup while not allowing a single drop to spill. He always operates on the edge of perfection which is going to make what I need to do, very hard.
Flashback to the Shroud’s Plan
“Repeat our phasing so you can commit it to memory,” Emerie requests as she finishes her summary. I sigh, brushing back my long hair.
“Phase 1 is to infiltrate the Illyrian male community,” I start. “Phase 2 is to corral the abused Illyrian females into one easily accessible location,” I recite.
“And Phase 3?” Gwyn asks.
I bite my lip, wincing slightly.
“Phase 3 is…” I begin. “It’s to covertly relocate the abused females to a permanent location in the Night Court,” I state.
“Good. Good,” Nesta murmurs. “And you understand your role?”
I shudder, nodding. I probably shouldn’t have agreed to this.
“Determine the High Lord’s involvement in the Illyrian female abuse,” I flinch. “And try to secure gold from his reserves for the new compound,” I add.
The three Valkyrie look at each other, providing reassuring smiles as they turn to me.
“You’re ready,” Gwyn smiles.
Azriel swallows down the meal, moaning happily with each bite. He really is hungry. I smilie at his joy, relishing in the small moment.
But I can’t help but worry that if he were to find out that I’m working in secret with the Valkyrie, it could be detrimental to us and he is my utmost priority. Not to mention that I know he and Rhys would help the Illyrian females, not stand by to their abuse. But still, the Valkyrie want confirmation.
“What did you do in Illyria today?” I ask nonchalantly, spooning some soup into my mouth.
He pauses, studying me as he finishes his bowl.
“I met with some of the leadership in rural communities,” He respond. “And discussed their asinine regulations,” He grumbles.
“What sort of regulations?” I follow up, still not meeting his eyes.
“Pointless, derogatory ones,” He mutters as I feel his heavy gaze on me.
I spoon more chicken into my mouth to avoid reacting, chewing slowly before looking up at his pensive expression. His hazel eyes narrow, like he’s trying to figure something out.
“Want to talk about it?” I lead, watching his mouth purse with interest.
“Why are you…” He hesitates. “You feel apprehensive. Since when are you afraid to ask me questions?" He asks, genuinely perplexed.
"What? That's ridiculous," I diminish, eating more of my soup. He hedges, still watching me as shadows fill the room.
"What are you hiding, Cyra?” He asks, a slightly playful tone to his voice.
Arousal, intrigue, and excitement flare in his emotions, telling me all that I need to know about what he thinks.
“Nothing,” I clear my throat.
"That's funny," He sneers. “Because it feels like you’re lying down our bond,” He murmurs, not angry but interested. I scoff, brushing him off.
“Paranoid, much?” I tease, standing to put my bowl in the sink.
But he has a right to be. Because I’m going to have to spy on him.
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