The Shadowsinger and his Flower

Chapter 4: Wild

After Feyre, Rhysand, Cassian, and Lucien left for their night out, Azriel was prepared to bring all of Elain's fantasies true. He picked her up bridal style and carried her towards the stairs. Elain kissed his collarbone and started to suck and lick it. Azriel ran up the last few steps and pushed her against the wall. They began to kiss each other while Azriel sent shadows to unzip her dress but was paused half way down when she grabbed his hand and brought them to her room; the two of them shared it at this point. She pushed him on the bed and paused.

"Something wrong" Azriel asked.

"I've never done this before."

"Okay," Azriel loosed a breath. "I haven't done it for centuries with someone else so I guess we're together in this." Elain tipped her head back and laughed.

Azriel growled and pulled Elain's dress off. She giggles and fumbled with his buttons. After his shirt was off, Elain smiled wickedly as a white mist went from his toned chest, over his shoulder, and down his back. Azriel groaned and grabbed her hand. He pulled her to lay on her back while he flicked his tongue over the tip of her breast. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, and he began to nibble at it while his other hand went to clasp her other. Elain moaned quietly and Az took his tongue down to the lining of her bottom undergarment. When he dragged his tongue across and under her panties, Elain shuddered. He stopped for a moment.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No, no. Keep going... Please."

Azriel gave a feral grin as he pushed her panties off and kissed her calf, all the way to her knee. His shadows went up the sides of her torso to play with the breasts that now were perked up, lit by moonlight in the dark room. He flicked his tongue over the underneath side of her knees, grabbing her thighs. He pushed them apart and kissed her inner thighs. His tongue danced in a rhythm of biting, sucking, and licking. Elain pulled him up to face her. When he faced her, there was pure hunger and love in his eyes.

"I love you, Azriel." She was looking up at the ceiling and the weight of Azriel laying beside her on the bed made her eyes turn to him. "You bring so much happiness into me when I see you," She sat up and cupped his face in her hands. "I never want you to leave me. I wish the mating bond was between us, not between me and Lucien. You're my best friend, my lover, and my one and only. I would sacrifice anything for you. Nesta would whore herself out for me, kill for me, and now I understand why. Love is a complicated thing, isn't it."

Azriel began to cry, a tear slipping down his face. "No, don't sacrifice anything for me. I'm not worth it."

Elain stopped, her face became serious. She sat up on an elbow and took his hand. "When you're with me, you won't say that. You will never say that. You are worth so much and I never want to hear you say that again, understand?" He nodded, a few more tears slipping down his face. She kissed his tears away and said, "I didn't mean to sound gruff. I need you to learn to love yourself, because you are worth a lot, okay?" He nodded.

"I would be so jealous if Mor had actually gotten you. I don't know what I would do." She put her legs on either side of Azriel, pushing his pants down. He grabbed her waist and pushed her against him, his brow resting on her collarbone.

"I love you, Elain," he said. "I never thought I could be so happy. I don't think I've been this happy in a relationship in a long time, as I said, centuries." She laughed again. "When I'm with you, I feel confident. I feel like I'm not shy or unhappy. I love the inner circle, but you bring something out in me that I love."

Elain sighed, and began to kiss him. It started off gently, then passionately, and escalated to roughly. She tangled her hands in his hair and he grabbed her waist. His shadows were, once again, sent to play with her. She giggled in the silence when Azriel's member twitched.

"I've heard you have the biggest wingspan." Azriel laughed. His laugh felt like smooth chocolate to her. Not to her surprise, her core went aflame, yearning for him. When he flipped her over, she grabbed pieces of his shoulder-length black hair and put it behind his ear. He nudged her entrance and Elain moaned loudly. She grabbed the sheets as he pushed gently and slowly inside of her. Once the full of it was inside, she began to buck her hips and he took that as a sign to begin thrusting. White mist twirled up into the air, and brushed against Azriel's cheek, down to his ear, and then to his neck. She sent it down, down, down until it hit where they were combined. She shuddered in complete pleasure and gripped his back; which left marks. When Elain shouted in her climax, Azriel had no more self control and came himself. His arms shook and he laid beside her. They were both panting, and Elain grabbed a blanket over them. She cuddled into his arms and said, "I love you, Azriel. I would go to the moon and back for you."

"To the moon and back." he replied. The two were quiet, and fell asleep. They made love a few more times before they finally went back to sleep.

*

Lucien walked up the stairs. Azriel must be asleep by now, so he would go to Elain's room. He turned the door knob and walked in, staring at the ground in shame. He went to the side of her bed, and finally looked up. What he saw was like a blow to the heart.

"No..." He whispered. He saw them cuddling with the blanket around their waists, Elain smiling peacefully. They were coated in shiny sweat, and Lucien knew. He knew what they did. He knew that they probably confessed; so Elain-like.

He ran out of the room, panting not in the burst he just ran, but with rage. Before he could hurt anyone else he burst into Rhysand's office. Feyre and Rhysand were sitting on the couch, signing papers. He grabbed his knees and half shouted, "Elain and Azriel fucked! Elain has powers! I fought Azriel! She's my mate! Mine!! Why did Azriel win..." And crumpled to the ground with sobs.

"Lucien you're not making sense, what is it? What do you mean?"

He looked up at her, glaring. "What's not clear enough about her being my mate, and him fucking her! What's not clear enough for you," he chuckled evilly. "That Elain can kill at any moment?"

Rhysand paused, and then walked to Lucien. He grabbed Lucien's chin aggressively.

"You," he paused, taking a deep breath, "fought Azriel? My brother?"

Lucien's face went pale and Feyre rushed to Rhysand.

"Rhys, please. Take a step back." He took a step back. If looks could kill, Lucien would be dead.

"Get. Out." was all Rhys said.