The Whispers of Shadows - A&A One Shots

rough morning

His lips were a gentle caress across the inside of her wrist. Aurora stirred from her sleep, hand pinned between Azriel's cheek and the pillow. Her lashes fluttered as she awoke, smiling at the male that laid beside her. Azriel kissed her wrist again, humming softly in approval of her waking up.

"Good morning," Aurora whispered, eyelids too heavy to keep them open too long. Azriel shifted forward and her hand cupped the back of his head now.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered back. When will the butterflies end? Aurora felt a flush rise up her chest to her cheeks. His sleep-thick voice and gentle touch already had her body responding. Her fingers slid from the nape of his neck down between his shoulder blades, fingertips riding the carved muscle. His own large hand slid down the curve of her waist and over the shape of her hip.

The tightness in her chest and the warmth in her stomach was familiar, so was the suffocating attraction she felt for him. There was no doubt to her that the Shadowsinger was a creature of beyond their realm. His beauty was incomparable to any other males she had met in her life, his voice like a lure into her mind. No matter the question or demand, she'd obey indefinitely.

So, Aurora had no complaints when Azriel's hand slid along her thigh and tugged her leg onto his hip, their bodies flush with one another. Nor did she disagree when his lips met hers in an unhurried way. Always taking his time, and Aurora would have it no other way.

"The Cauldron blessed me with you," Azriel spoke against Aurora's teeth. She pulled her face back just enough to meet his glimmering eyes before those damned lips traced the shape of her jaw and throat. Aurora stretched out her neck, giving her mate every point of access.

"Would you believe me if I said that I believe it's the other way around?" Aurora asked nearly breathlessly. Her skin burned under his mouth as he chuckled, fingers digging into her plump skin.

"Aurora, I have never let simple emotions be shown until you came to me," he responded, his tongue running up her artery. Aurora shivered as his breath forced her hair to tickle her ear.

"What do you mean?"

Azriel didn't let his response take away from the feast of her skin. "I never let sadness, or happiness, or even rage take control over me. They were buried enough that I started to believe I didn't have emotions like others anymore-," another wet kiss to the skin between her neck and shoulder, "And then you came into my life. I believe I was such a monster to you at first because all of those emotions I held back for centuries got torn open as soon as those pretty little eyes looked at me."

Aurora let out a soft moan at the sensation of his teeth scraping over her skin and then his tongue soothing it. She flattened her palm to the rolling muscles between his shoulders to urge him closer. Azriel chuckled again, the vibration spreading from his chest to hers. It reminded her just how bare they both were.

"You mean, that's why you were so interested in Gwyn and Elain? Why you tormented me with them?" Aurora asked. In response, Azriel nipped at her throat again.

"I didn't intend to torment you with them," he spoke in that deep voice, a voice that either meant he was aroused or bloodthirsty. It made Aurora grin and dig her nails into his tan skin. It was sudden how Azriel moved them. Within a breath, Aurora was on her back, knees on either side of his hips, and Azriel was hovering over her. He took her mouth with his and Aurora melted into his touch.

"I used Gwyn, I admit to that," Azriel finally continued. Aurora's head was spinning but she willed herself to listen to him. It was difficult to do so when she felt his length pressing into her inner thigh. His lips fell back to her throat. "Gwyn was a distraction, a steady influx of pleasure. I didn't have time to search elsewhere, and she accepted me." He paused his words to run his tongue along her collarbone. Aurora opened her eyes, lips parting in heavy pants. His wings were outspread as if shielding her body from anyone's view.