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Gwyn
“And I can’t stop imagining all the ways I want to make you come.”
Gwyn’s mind was empty.
Her mind was empty but her body was on fire.
Part of her felt pathetic that it only took a few touches of Az’s hands and some filthy words for her to come undone. But the louder part of her felt powerful that she had a male like Azriel wound so tight.
“Tell me Gwyn: what specifically did your lover do to you in your dream?”
Gwyn felt him smile against her throat but she heard the hardness in his words. She couldn’t speak, only capable of shaking her head.
“Don’t get shy on me now, Gwyn. Tell me all the filthy things your lover did to you.” He practically spat out the word. Gwyn’s mind cleared enough to realize that Az was jealous. Jealous of her dream lover.
She almost burst out laughing at the irony.
“I’m not…I-I don’t remember…it was all a b-blur, a-and you were v-very-“
Azriel froze.
Gwyn opened her eyes to find Azriel’s boring into hers. “What did you say?” He ground out.
“I-I, um, I said it was a blur,” Gwyn finally managed.
“Not that part. The last part.”
Gwyn’s face was once again set aflame and her breaths were coming in short gasps.
“Gwyn” Azriel growled. “Were you dreaming about me ?”
Gwyn simply stared at the Shadowsinger. He looked every bit the predator who had finally cornered his prey and couldn’t wait to devour it.
He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her back to the present. Silently and firmly demanding an answer.
Gwyn didn’t speak. Couldn’t speak. She simply nodded.
The smile that Azriel gave her was positively villainous. Heat flooded her core at the sight.
By the Cauldron, he is so beautiful...
“Tell me, Gwyneth,” Azriel murmured. He lifted his hazel eyes which pierced and held her in place. “What did I do to you in your dream?”
Gwyn shook her head. Unable to verbalize what Dream Az had done. How he’d made her come alive.
“My imagination is already running wild, Gwyn. I promise I won’t be scandalized or shocked,” Az purred.
Gwyn realized that her competitiveness and curiosity was truly going to land her in trouble one day. As she looked upon Azriel with his blown pupils and hooded gaze, she wondered if trouble wasn’t exactly what she wanted. What she needed.
“You did lots of things,” she said tentatively.
Azriel hummed in acknowledgment. Tension and desire was practically radiating off of him. He was staring at her as if in a trance.
A devious plan formed in her mind.
Gwyn smiled sweetly at the Shadowsinger.
“But you only made an appearance at the end of my dream. At the beginning, there were actually three males, and -“
Before she could process what was happening, Azriel had her pinned against a nearby tree. Gwyn’s words died in her throat at the murderous look in Azriel’s eyes, who was now towering over her, his large wings blocking her view of everything outside of them. Everything blinked out as his shadows swirled wildly around him, blocking the light from the bright moon and twinkling stars. A sane person would have been terrified at the sight before her, or at the very least, nervous. But Gwyn never claimed to be sane and in that moment she was far from terrified.
“Something wrong, Shadowsinger?”
Azriel’s expression was thunderous and Gwyn couldn’t help but smile and clench her thighs together in anticipation.
“You’d do well to not play games you’re not prepared to win,” Azriel ground out.
“You don’t think I’m capable of winning?”
“I know you’re more than capable of winning. It’s the prize I think you’re unprepared for.”
Shivers racked through Gwyn’s body at Azriel’s words. She bit her bottom lip as she contemplated what her prize would be.
If it’s half as good as my dream…
Gwyn raised her chin in challenge.
“Does this mean you don’t want to hear the rest of my dream?”
A muscle feathered in Azriel’s jaw but he remained silent.
“I’ll take your silence as my cue to continue. So, like I was saying before I was interrupted , there were three males, one of them being Matthias who we met the other night at Rita’s I overheard them in the hallway and I-“
“If you’re trying to get a rise out of me, it won’t work, Gwyn,” Azriel growled. ”I’d advise you to skip ahead”.
Gwyn batted her eyes at him, “I wouldn’t dream of it, Shadowsinger. Besides, I figured you of all people would enjoy hearing about how I threatened to cut off his favorite appendage.”
Azriel loosened a breath of a laugh at her words. “I would pay very good money to witness that.” He paused and leaned in closer. “You’re stalling, Gwyn. Tell me what I did in your dreams and I’ll see if I can make them a reality.”
Gwyn took a deep breath in an attempt to get her racing heart under control. She stared up into Azriel’s blazing gaze and tried to channel the confidence of Dream Gwyn.
“After you showed your approval of my threats against Matthias, we made a little deal, not unlike the one we made a few moments ago.” Azriel was hanging on her every word, her every breath. “And when you were less than pleased with my answer, you -.” Gwyn halted. Struggling to find the words.
Determination and desire steeled her resolve. Her voice was barely above a whisper, “why don’t I simply show you?”
Azriel’s gaze was like molten metal even as he took a step away. Waiting for her command.
Gwyn spared a glance at Azriel’s shadows. “Would your shadows listen to me if I made a simple request?” She wanted to recreate her favorite part of her fantasy.
At her question, Az’s shadows danced excitedly, seemingly eager for her command. Az’s brows furrowed in confusion at her request but nodded anyway.
Gwyn smiled and turned around so that she was facing the tree, just like she’d done in her dream. Slowly, she raised her hands above her head and locked her wrists together.
Azriel sucked in a harsh breath with realization or surprise, she wasn’t sure, and she dared not turn around for fear her confidence would falter.
Slowly, she felt his shadows wrap around her wrists. She gave them an experimental tug and found that they were firm but not painful. She smiled.
Azriel remained quiet. She craned her neck to look back at him only to discover he was gone. Gwyn’s lust-filled brain struggled to make sense of it. Was this a joke to him? That he would tie her up only to leave her there, but-
Suddenly, Azriel was upon her. His muscular frame had her pressed against the tree. She moaned in relief that he was back and in anticipation for what was to come.
“Your mind is a wickedly beautiful place, Gwyn.” Azriel murmured as he tailed his lips light over her sensitive skin. “Show me what happened next,” he whispered.
Gwyn should stop this, but Cauldron damn her, she didn’t make a move to be responsible. She glanced pointedly at her bound wrists and Azriel huffed a laugh, loosening his shadows enough for her to slip one of her hands free. She gently grabbed one of Azriel’s hands that was braced against the tree and directed it down. She shivered at the thought of her clit finally getting some fucking relief. Azriel was practically vibrating behind her. He pressed his body even closer to Gywn and she moaned at the feeling of his hard cock pressed into her lower back.
“Did I play with your pretty pussy before I gave you my cock, Gwyn?” Azriel asked.
Gwyn didn’t reply and Azriel grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head back until she was staring up at him. Gwyn’s lips parted in awe. This was a version of Azriel he’d never shown her before. Hungry. Primal. Eager. And it was all for Gwyn.
“I’m waiting for an answer, Gwyn,” Azriel growled with a light shake of her head.
“Yes and no.”
Azriel raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, you played with my pussy. No, you didn’t give me your cock.”
“Hmmm, pity.”
Gwyn brows furrowed in confusion.
”Pity your dream version of me didn’t fuck you thoroughly.”
Gwyn simply swallowed and stared, robbed of thoughts and voice.
Azriel smiled softly. He bent his head and peppered light kisses along her jaw, trailing down her neck. Gwyn’s pulse raced in her throat, gaining speed at the thought of Az noticing how much he affected her. All too soon he stopped his teasing journey.
“Is that what you want?” He asked quietly.
Gwyn’s brows furrowed. Her mind was sluggish as she tried to figure out what he was asking.
“Pity the dream version of me didn’t fuck you thoroughly.
Is that what you want?”
Gwyn hesitated.
Was this what she wanted? It was one thing to dream and fantasize about it, it was another thing entirely to bring it to reality.
She glanced at Azriel who was looking at her like she was the only thing that existed. Hunger, lust, longing and patience shone out of his hazel eyes and held Gwyn captive. She knew that whatever she decided, he would never make her feel less-than or guilty for her choice. And Mother above, she knew he’d make her feel good.
Gwyn glanced around and realized that fooling around with the Shadowsinger, while on official duty of the High Lord of the Night Court, on the grounds of his private home for fucks sake, wasn’t the right time or place. .
Mortification flooded Gwyn for the dozenth time that night as she pulled away from Azriel.
“Az, I don’t think-”
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
Oh, Gods…
Gwyn knew that voice.
She would have rather been caught by the High Lord.
She would have rather been caught by the Mother herself.
With either of them there might have been a chance of living this down.
But not with him. Gwyn groaned in frustration. Surely, I’m being punished by the Cauldron…
Azriel whirled. Gwyn’s arms fell by her sides, released from their voluntary binds. Azriel stood with his back to Gwyn blocking her from the sight she knew awaited her: Cassian, with the world’s biggest shit-eating grin.
As tempting as it was to burrow her face between the Shadowsinger’s massive wings and pretend that she didn’t get caught fooling around with her mentor, Gwyn was no coward. She’d survived and won the Blood Rite just last year and survived worse horrors years before that. She could face a mocking Cassian. Besides, hiding would only make his teasing worse.
Gwyn made a move to step around the Shadowsinger but was stopped by an outstretched wing. Gwyn rolled her eyes, but Azriel paid her no mind. Irritated, she moved to duck under his wing, but was once more blocked by his shifting wings. Gwyn threw a glare his way but he wasn’t even looking at her, his eyes were on Cassian and she briefly worried about the Lord of Bloodshed’s safety.
“I see you finally followed my advice, Badara and found an outlet for all that pent-up anger.” Cassian flashed a self-satisfied grin their way. “Of course, I never thought restraints would be involved, kudos on using the Shadows, I would have never thought of th-”. Cassian’s teasing was abruptly cut off as Azriel tackled Cassian to the ground and they both vanished into the shadows with Cassian’s booming laughter echoing in the night.
Gwyn let loose an exasperated growl. Frustrated and annoyed at how things had ended. She glanced around the grounds, not seeing anyone else and sighed. Stomping into the night to begin her patrol of the property that she should have already finished, Gwyn began plotting her payback for Cassian with a wicked smile on her face.