The Siren's Song (Feysand son x Rowaelin daughter) ✔️

Chapter 17

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The Court left the room soon after, possibly to write to other High Lords or to get more intel. Lyria couldn't stop shaking and no matter how hard she tired, she couldn't get rid of the feel of the monster. Casteel remained with her but they sat in silence. Lyria looked out the window blankly, sipping at the glass of water Feyre had insisted would make her feel better.

"We should have sex." Casteel stated out of nowhere. Lyria chocked on the water and turned to Casteel who was lounging on the couch across from her. She sat the glass down on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I said, we should have sex. You and me."

"Does that normally work for you? No." 

"What do you mean, no?" Lyria frowned.

"I mean no. We're not having sex." Honestly, it was like no one had rejected him before.

"I'm attracted to you." His voice was confident. "I know you're attracted to me."

Oh shit, had he read her mind?

"You read my thoughts!" Lyria exclaimed angrily, and as he grinned slowly she realised her mistake.

"I was actually just guessing that you liked me too, but now that we've cleared up that...we're both consenting adults. Why wouldn't we have sex?"

"Because we don't have that kind of relationship, I just met you!"

"I'm suggesting we change our relationship."

"Mmm no thanks, I think that's a bad idea."

He tilted his head, his face slightly wolfish. "I think it's an excellent idea."

"I don't even know you. I don't trust you."

"I saved your life in the third trial, and the night before." He said.

"I didn't need help, I wasn't going to die, I would have figured something out. But anyway, by that criteria, the soldiers in the camps you trained in trusted you with their lives daily. Did you all have sex as well? It must've been an interesting army unit." Casteel threw back his head and laughed.

"I like you."

"I just insulted the hell out of you, and you say you like me? What's the problem, is there a shortage of attractive females in your life?"

"There's a shortage of you in my life." 

"Wow smooth." She said sarcastically.

"A critical shortage that must be immediately filled."

"Stop it. Stop flirting with me." Lyria rolled her eyes, because a part of her liked it and that was not good. She couldn't form attachments when she was going home soon.

"Stop? I haven't even started."

Lyria narrowed her eyes at him threateningly. 

"What does that mean?" He asked, smirking.

"It means if you don't stop, I'll throw my glass of water at you."

"I'd like to see you try." Cocky little shit! Just wait until she drenched him with water, then he wouldn't be so confident. Lyria opened her mouth to snap back when the door opened and Rhys came back in, face worried. 

"Are you feeling better, Lyria?" All her annoyance evaporated. 

Oh. 

He'd done it on purpose. He'd teased her and pulled me out of the terrible place she was in after the fight. The feeling of the stone creature had left her mind.

"Much better."She said honestly. Rhysand raised an eyebrow and looked between Casteel and her.

"Glad to hear it." Lyria wanted to face palm at the suggestion in his voice. Casteel sniggered at her expression. 

"I've informed the other High Lords and suggested a meeting. We should hear back from them soon. I was wondering if you would be willing to be there at the meeting, considering you had first hand experience." 

"Of course." 

"Brilliant, well, I'll give you two some privacy." Rhysand winked and winnowed. Casteel chuckled as she groaned from embarrassment. 

"Oh would you look at that, Dad seems to think we-" 

"NOPE!" Lyria stood up and made for the door. Casteel beat her there and leaned against the door frame, smirking that infuriating smirk. She was so close to both punching him and kissing him senseless. She needed to leave before either of those things happened. His eyes lit up and she checked her mental barriers quickly.

Casteel leaned forward. "Why are you nervous, Lyria?" The sound of her name coming out of his mouth sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She swallowed.

"I'm not nervous." Don't look at his lips don't look at his lips don't look at his lips, she chanted in her head.

"Do I make you nervous?" Casteel purred. 

Her face felt hot. She was probably blushing. Damn it. She tried to move around him but he twisted and she found herself pressed against the wall, caged by his arms on either side of her. 

His smile went from amused to sexual. His eyes were burning with lust. It was easy to guess what he was thinking of. Sex. Featuring her. Normally Lyria would have been flattered that he was attracted to her (who wasn't?), but a dangerous feeling was swirling in her gut. Did she..like him?

 Oh no. Back track, back track.

 Lyria pushed a pressure point on his shoulder and his arm fell, she slipped under and walked out the room. Casteel caught up with her and strolled beside her. She huffed in annoyance.

He grinned and all of her thoughts went to the wrong places. He was stupidly handsome when he smiled.

"Stop it." She growled.

"Stop what?"

"Stop smiling at me."

He grinned wider.

Author's note:

This chapter was mainly fluff, as you probably already know, because I felt like the relationship between Lyria and Casteel needed to get a move on. 

If you enjoyed it, have any ideas or criticism please let me know! I have two other stories that I'm currently writing, but if I see comments I feel like people are liking it so will continue to update more frequently on this story, if that makes sense...

I'm not pressuring anyone to comment, I will update the story as soon as I can regardless!