The Whispers of Shadows - A&A One Shots

a feminine night at the cabin - pt 2 - azriel

Nesta and Aurora had only gone to bed when the sun began to peak over the mountains. They were awoken midday by Feyre, who claimed she missed Nyx too much to stay any longer. They dressed and packed up the few bottles of wine remaining. Feyre and Mor winnowed them all back to the estate, where they bid their goodbyes.

Aurora was still thinking of Nesta's mouth as she walked back to her townhouse she had with Azriel. She knew he'd be home, waiting for her. She pushed open the door and dropped her bag on the floor, calling out Azriel's name.

"Up here!" He called out from the second floor. Aurora grinned and hurried up the stairs, eager to see her mate. She nearly collided with him when she reached the top of the stairs.

"How was the cabin?" Azriel asked, taking her face in his hands and kissing her. Aurora's cheeks grew red at the thought of her night, body heating. Azriel pulled back and looked her over, his brow raising.

"Nesta and I had some fun, in the sauna," she whispered. His eyes darkened instantly at the thought, a rumble in his chest. For a moment, she was nervous that he was upset, but then he kissed her again. This time, it wasn't a kiss of greeting but one of need. His teeth nipped at her lips, tongue grazing her teeth.

"I need to clean up," Aurora breathed out, placing a hand on his bare chest. His hair was wet and skin was warm, hinting that he had probably just showered.

"Hurry up," he growled, hand running along her waist as she pecked his lips and hurried to the bathing chamber. She stripped her pajamas from her body and turned on the hot water. It rained down from the shower head, warming her skin beneath it. Aurora made her shower fast, core aching at the thought of how Azriel had looked at her. Once her skin was clean and smelled of lavender and jasmine, Aurora turned the shower off.

As soon as the rushing sound of water went silent, Aurora's ears perked. Outside of the bathing chamber door was the sound of breathy cursing and moans. She nearly fell to her knees at the sound. Aurora dried herself off, hurrying to the door and opening it. Her mouth grew dry, eyes widening. Azriel was nude, back against the post of the bed as he fucked his hand. Aurora wetted her lips, watching how his hips bucked and his throat bobbed, head tilted back and eyes closed. Slowly, she stepped closer to him. He was entirely in his own mind, not hearing when she neared him.

"Did you get impatient?" She whispered, fingers running along the forearm that shifted up and down. Azriel let out a guttural moan, opening his eyes and looking down at her.

"Get on your knees," was all he said. Aurora obeyed, keeping her eyes on his. Azriel continued stroking himself until she was set in front of him. Aurora brought her hand up and took him by the base, licking her lips. Azriel took a fistful of her hair, encouraging her. Aurora let her tongue roll over the bead of arousal at his tip, watching as his head rolled back.

When she took him into her mouth, Azriel thrusted his hips. Aurora's eyes widened, realizing he didn't just want her to please him, he wanted to fuck her throat. She breathed through her nose, sucking gently to encourage him. Azriel took the hint and began to thrust, using his grip on her hair to meet his hips. He pushed down her throat repeatedly, making Aurora gag around him. He'd slow to ensure she was alright before continuing.

"One night," he said through his teeth, watching her lips, "One night without my cock and you needed Nesta's tongue. Such a desperate whore."

Her eyes shot to his at the demeaning words, throat swallowing around him. He'd begun to use that word years ago, a word that used to fill her with rage. Now, from Azriel's lips, it made her body crave him. She moaned around him, gagging when he slammed into the back of her throat. Azriel pulled out of her mouth, letting her use her hands for a moment to catch her breath. He watched the string of saliva from her lips to his length, groaning. She felt him twitch in her hand, eyes falling from his to the way she worked him.