The Whispers of Shadows - A&A One Shots

high lords are bad influences

**Enjoy an extra long smut chapter as a thank you for your support! Forewarning, this one is filthy<3

Thick dark hair was twisted around her fingers, a pink tongue running along the curve of her hips. Aurora let out a shuddering breath, knees shaking as she struggled to stand. Kneeled down beside her, his muscled arm was wrapped around her thigh, anchoring Aurora to the floor and his mouth.

"Please," she whispered in such a breath that she knew it didn't reach his ears. Chest rising, Aurora looked down to where that massive hand splayed on her thigh, the rich dark skin in complete contrast to her own paleness. It wasn't her mate that tasted her skin, no, he was standing beside the bed, thrusting down Nesta's throat. Cassian had busied himself behind his own mate. The two winged males had chosen to take Nesta first and Aurora was stood in the center of the room, the High Lord of the Day Court on his knees for her.

"Patience, Aurora," Helion spoke softly, turning her body so she faced him. It felt strange to look down to a High Lord, but the hunger in his eyes nearly made her kneel, too.

"Helion," Aurora whined, eyes falling shut as she listened to the way skin met skin and the three sources of moans now behind her. It was torture to scent it, hear it, beg for it, and not have a touch of release.

"Let me worship you, little flame," Helion told her as the hand on her thigh slid back between her legs and up onto her rear. Her nails dug into his scalp with desperation. Worship or not, she needed something. As if his words summoned her power, Helion grinned at Aurora when her hands heated.

The High Lord had taken a liking to Aurora since that first night just over a decade ago. Azriel had come to her time and time again to tell her about yet another letter sent by Helion, begging Aurora to join him in the Day Court for a few days. He had come back to visit several times, earning a night with Aurora and Azriel, just Aurora, or multiple other partners. Usually, Helion began by separating Aurora from whomever joined them that night and taking his own time with her. Tonight was no different.

"Stunning little creature," he spoke against her skin, hot breath warming its every touch. Aurora swallowed, debating on dropping down to meet his level. Now, two hands ran along the curve of her rear as he placed open mouthed kisses to her lower stomach and hips. Aurora widened her legs and leaned her hips closer, a silent beg.

"Helion, please," Aurora spoke when he just continued his slow kisses. He met her gaze, pink tongue running a stripe up her thigh. How desperately she wanted that tongue somewhere else. Fingers dug into the soft skin of her rear, lifting the muscle and fat and letting it drop, where he then smacked a hand against her.

"Aurora, I won't tell you again. Be patient, let me worship this body of yours, and then you can have me," he snapped, eyes dark. Aurora tilted her head back and let her eyes close. His lips met her skin again and Aurora looked over her shoulder.

Azriel had one leg on the edge of the bed, his hands tangled in Nesta's hair as he thrusted. His head was tilted back, throat bobbing and lips parted in repetitive moans. Another flicker of need ran through her. Helion seemed to notice her stare because when Aurora turned back, he was standing in front of her.

"You are so desperate tonight." He clicked his tongue, hands running from her breasts, down to her hips, then thighs as he hoisted her up. Aurora bit back a gasp, wrapping her arms around his neck. The rigid length of him pressed against her and Aurora shuddered, a loud whine escaping her throat.

"I know just how well you'll please me, High Lord. My impatience comes from memory of you," Aurora panted, feeling the tip of him pushing in, then pulling out. Helion winked at her and Aurora took her chance. She leaned in and kissed him feverishly. Helion returned the need with his own, biting and nipping at her lip as he let her slowly sink down the length of him. Stretched and filled, Aurora's back straightened as a loud moan ripped from her chest.