Autumn's Queen- Azriel's Mate

Chapter 7

I was aware of my role. It was a show, nothing like what it used to be, Azriel was nothing like Adryan. 

My dress was skin tight leaving no room for imagination showing almost every single inch of me. Every curve and scar. 

And I loved it.

Azriel kept asking me if I was okay with this, trying to convince me to not go saying that nothing was going to happen and that it would do more harm than good. But I had to go.

The room was huge with people bristling with fear just being in the presence of Rhysand. Gone was the sweet sarcastic male that we all loved and replaced with his mask.

Mor sat in the corner with Cassian, playful touches to his chest and his arm, her own play. Both of them seeming bored her even lying on him for most moments. Feyre's sister Nesta standing next to Amren with a grim look over at Cassian every once in a while.

Too bad she didn't know that Mor was more likely to be attracted to her than to Cassian.

To be honest to myself my heart was beating so much I thought that it was going to beat out of my chest. I had heard of this place back in the Autumn court.

It was vicious.

And sitting right in the middle of it I stood. In a red dress that nearly matched my hair in it's color and my breasts nearly hanging out.

The spymaster and I hanging to the right side of the throne a single seat standing next to it, a small seat. Hesitation showed in his gaze as he gave a worried look to me, gathering up fake confidence I grinned to him before lying my hand on his chest sending him down onto the seat.

His mask went back up at that as he gave me a satisfied male grin. He had told me over and over again to tell him if he went to far, and I had a feeling that he wasn't even going to go far enough as I wanted.

His finger caught a silky ruffle before tugging it closer to him, to his lap. The warmth of his front surrounded me as I sat down in between his legs.

A proud male groan came from his throat as I nestled my back closer into him. His hand found found a spot on my thigh before softly wrote out words on it. OK?

The lazy sensual grin that I sent him told him all the answer that he needed. His hand drifted a bit further up my leg this time on the inside of it almost a hand length from the end of my dress.

I leaned my head back almost trying to keep myself from thinking too much about the hand on my inner thigh so close to where I ached.

Unconsciously, I tipped my head to the side, barring the side of my throat that Azriel was closest to. His warm lips brushed the soft part of my neck before his tooth scratched it, just barely but enough for me to let out a breathy moan leaning closer to him.

His hand drifted up even more his hand touching the end of my dress, so, so, close. Without even contemplating it I moved my hand over his.

Stop playing, Azriel. The voice that I sent into his head didn't even sound like my own, it was lust-filled and deep.

Using the hand I had over his I lead his hand to the inside-inside of my thigh an inch aware from where I ached. A moan came from behind me before he he kissed my neck once again sucking my inner neck biting down a bit harder, no doubt leaving a mark.

"The council room. Now." The order startled me but I didn't react only acting as though I wasn't just- ya know, with Azriel.

Standing up slowly I turned around and gave Azriel a sexual grin before kissing his neck leaving him groan out. I tried not to think about how it made my legs wobbly as I followed in suit behind Feyre into the room.

I sat on Feyre's right and next to Azriel who slid into the seat next to mine. My eyes flickered to the man in front of my face. He seemed... familiar.

"What would you give me for a shot at this war, Rhysand? You whored yourself to Amarantha-but what about your mate? What about your third? Amber isn't that right?" A growl ripped from the right side of me I set a reassuring hand on Az's leg trying to tell him to calm the fuck down when something clicked.

I knew how I knew him. I tried to not let any fear show in my face but I was worried that some may have slipped. My- bastard of a brother.

That is how I knew him.

"Tread Carefully. I thought that you may be... hesitant to help me." Rhysand seemed hesitant as he looked towards the door but nevertheless snapped his fingers. "Bring him in."

The sense of power and familiartity filled the room, my heart nearly stopped as I heard the foot steps but I will my face to go normal, to go frozen with fear-anger something but I couldn't look at him.

I couldn't because if I did I was going to rip out his fucking throat. That was a promise. I could tell from the fearful look on Mor's face that it was who I was expecting.

I had never planned to tell anyone. Ever. But I needed to now, he was standing behind me. Taking a breath I willed my face to be strong as I stared down the man that ruined my life.

"Hello, Sister."