In The Mist of Shadows

Chpt. 17

Its been two weeks since Azriel and Adela confessed that they were in fact each other's mates. Every morning they both struggled to contain their thoughts, using the emotion to train harder, get out some of it that's been pent up. Adela was getting good at maintaining her balance while sparring Azriel. When she finally knocked him over Cassian asked if she was up to give him a go. In which she knocked him on his ass a few times as he couldn't winnow.

Even when they added weapons such as swords Adela exceled faster than Azriel could make training schedules for the day. Rhysand was hesitant, not wanting Adela to get cut but she reassured him that she was fine with it, she appreciated Azriel treating her like an actual opponent. They didn't cut each other deep, just scratched to prove they won that round. After each day Azriel would have her sit as he wetted a cloth and cleaned her scratched before putting on a liquid that burned more than the actual cut. But he was always gentle, blowing on them when he was done.

It took her four days to convince him to let her help him with his, she had to use a pouting lip which made him roll his eyes, but eventually smile as he sat down. They kept the cuts to their arms but one day Adela dared to cut his chest. He knew what she was doing but when she was done with the cuts on his arms he told her he could do the one on his chest, not wanting to push the boundary.

"Let me, it's the least I could do after you voluntarily let me cut you."

He was hesitant, looking around to see if anyone was watching. If he was to let her do this he wanted it to be a privet matter. When he found no one he stood, lifting his shirt over his head. Adela couldn't help but look at not only his chest but his abs. Years of muscle building and toning made up his beautifully built torso. She swallowed before wetting the cloth and running it over his pectoral.

He refrained from wincing, watching her fingers as they grazed over his skin. He felt like he was on fire, he wanted her hands on every part of his body. But before he could continue his thoughts there was a clearing of someone's throat. Rhysand.

"Should be gone tomorrow." Adela spoke before standing, ignoring the blush that crept up her face. She wanted to fully feel his body, not just simple finger grazes. And be able to do so with no interruptions.

With training with Rhysand she was learning how to control her emotions, channel them into her powers. She came up with two memories that helped her in order to do so. She thought of flying with Azriel to be be the memory to able to let out her power and the sound of his heartbeat to calm her mind and ground her. Day by day it was getting easier, even with her power growing she was proving that she could handle it, control it, use it responsibly.

And then there was Adela's favorite part of the day, after watching Nyx and helping Clotho stack books with Thea. Adela would go to her room then and only then it seemed she was free to be able to think of Azriel how ever much she wanted. She learned how to block her thoughts and emotions from leaking out so in this time before she went to bed she let her thoughts run wild.

She thought of his touch, his body, how it feels to have his hands squeeze hers, how his breath feels on his neck, how he plays with her, teases her. Then she thinks of things that haven't happened, like what it would be like if he took off all his clothes, her clothes, how his hands would feel on her bare skin, how his kisses would feel, how it would feel if he was on his knees before her. Almost every night she thought of these things, and she learned how to be more comfortable with her body, pleasuring herself with out guilt. It was nice, to be able to spend the alone time to learn your body, to be in control of it and just make yourself feel good.

But there was one night when she wasn't pleasuring herself. The night that Alamea came to the library. Mor had gone to Hewn City and tracked down Alamea, convincing her to come here for sanctuary. She did after much convincing, but she still wouldn't talk to Adela, or leave her room. Adela still tried, leaving her with books outside her door which she was reading and putting on the return cart outside her door. She was quite the horror reader, preferring the fictional stories of local authors.