The Whispers of Shadows - A&A One Shots

the night desire took over - azriel's pov

Azriel couldn't get the thought of his hands on Aurora's body out of his mind. He felt disgusting, like nothing more than the males that had used her throughout her life. He hated himself for dwelling on the way it felt when he flew her to and from Velaris, but then the thought of how she had jerked her hand away from his touch in Rita's flooded his mind.

His jaw clenched, along with the hand in Gwyn's hair. Her lips wrapped around him, her eyes set on his face. He had called her to his room when they returned from Rita's. Azriel needed to get Aurora out of his thoughts, but seeing that red hair beneath his fist... A shudder went through him. Gwyn's hair was a touch darker, her eyes a stunning turquoise as they met his. Azriel couldn't help but wish they were that familiar shade of jasper.

"Good fucking girl," he panted, thrusting his hips forward. Gwyn choked around him, but kept her hands tight on his thighs. He needed to look away; at her breasts, at the wall, anywhere but her face.

Azriel tipped his head back and swallowed his moan, eyes now set on the bookshelf across the room. Aurora, Aurora, Aurora. He chanted her name in his mind, his lips moving with the thoughts. As the release came, his eyes squeezed shut and he pictured the stunning female that was in the room just below them. Guilt climbed his spine. He was thinking of a female who wants nothing to do with his touch, let alone his debauchery. As stunning as she was, those jade stone eyes had seen centuries of torture that he would never be able to rid her of.

"My turn," Gwyn panted from her spot in front of him. A new sense of guilt climbed; he had nearly forgotten she was there. Gwyn climbed to her feet, her hand still wrapped around him as she rose onto her toes and kissed him. So gentle, so delicate; another female he had taken it upon himself to ruin.

"Get on the bed," Azriel ordered, voice thick with desire. Gwyn obeyed, turning them and stepping backward. She laid across his bed, hair fanning around her head. He wanted to look away, he wanted to see someone else sprawled before him. In a choking sense of guilt and need to repay her, Azriel kneeled before Gwyn.

His hands slid across her smooth skin. He kissed along her muscled thighs, ending exactly where she wanted him. Azriel had done this plenty throughout the years, he could have her writhing within minutes and be done. He wanted to please Gwyn, especially after what she had done for him, but the anxiety and guilt was deafening in his ears.

And so Azriel worked on her with teeth and tongue until she was calling his name and gasping for air. When he was finished, his tongue coated in her, Gwyn left without another word. He couldn't help but feel that she was using him just as much as he was using her, but nonetheless, he's the monster.

Quickly rinsing off and tugging on a loose sleep shirt and pants, Azriel paced along his room. Aurora, Aurora, Aurora. Even with his release, all he could think about was the female in the room below him. The female that was terrified of him, the female that would never let him get too close unless it was necessary. It wasn't even the thought of her lips around his cock, but her small voice, the blush that took over her freckled cheeks so often, her excitement over the smallest of things.

He saw the way she gleamed at her fingers brushing through her hair with ease, or when the sun fell over her in a blanket of warmth. It always tugged at his chest, seeing her so joyful after what he saw in that cement room. Aurora wasn't the same person he found down there. Now, she could fight back, she grinned a lot more, she was talking to someone other than herself.

With a curse under his breath, Azriel tore his bedroom door open. He hated himself for being so weak against the pull to her. Was she asleep? Did she even want to see him? Teeth clenched, he marched down to her bedroom. His knuckles rapped against the thick door, his pulse pounding in his head.