Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn run a joint Instagram/YouTube account called ValkyrieReads where they talk about books AND workout techniques. It’s a mix of a bookstagram and fitness feed that combines their two favorite things. You can catch them giggling up a storm in one post about a smutty book and then showing you how to kick ass in the next.
Cassian, Azriel, and Mor are the Instagram husbands/wife who take turns featuring and take the bombass photos.
Nesta and Gwyn (very easily) bribe Cassian and Azriel to read some of the smutty stuff for the followers. It’s a big hit.
Emerie and Mor focus on the hot girl workouts because let’s be real, everyone loves seeing Emerie blush watching Mor workout and Emerie doesn’t want anyone hearing Mor read smutty things except to her so Emerie is the only one constantly getting cardiac arrests from it.
Elain is mated to Lucien. Lucien is the youngest of seven sons of the Lady of Autumn.
Eris is the oldest son of the Lady of Autumn.
Eris has expressed sorrow and regret at the state of his relationship with Lucien.
Eris would not go after ELAIN. There was no need to make her “ugly” next to Nesta, which is also super insulting to Nesta and not something I think SJM would do, like EVER.
Eris assessed Elain perfunctorily, becuase she was there and probably simply because she is his brother’s mate. He was interested in NESTA.
Elain looked like hot garbage in black because the color washes her out. That’s it. There was no 4D chess move to uglify her so that Eris wouldn’t fall on her for being BeAuTiFuL.
Both Gwyn and Az at different points mention about not wanting to Break .... Azriel in ACOWAR and Gwyn in ACOSF.
This next Gwynriel commission of mine is based on the quote by Gwyn.... I am the rock against which the surf crashes nothing can break me...
Azriel and Gwyn have the potential of having one of the best love stories their personalities compliment each other so beautifully their Love would add to their strength ...
This next commission is based on the concept that their love will be the rock against which the surf crashes but nothing and no one would be able break them or their love ....
Gwyn whispered, “I am the rock against which the surf crashes.” Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. “Nothing can break me.”
Cassian’s throat tightened, and even from across the ring, he could see Nesta’s eyes gleaming with pride and pain.
Emerie said, “Nothing can break us.” - acosf, ch 60
The most thing I love about the Valkyrie trio is how comfortable they're with each other. You see the otherwise stoic Nesta laughing and smiling when she's with them. Emerie who comes a little closed off trusts them enough to show her sarcastic and playful side. Gwyn is comfortable enough to share her trauma with them. Their bond is simply so precious.
“I wish for us to have the courage to go out into the world when we are ready, but to always be able to find our way back to each other. No matter what.”
So, I decided to participate in kinktober this month and let me tell you I am so excited about it. The prompt list is here if any of you want to join in. The theme is the seven deadly sins. Not sure if I can keep up with this, but we’re sure gonna try lol.
Lucien drummed his fingers on the table in the board room as his brother continued to drone on and on about the company and what they should do this quarter to boast their sales. The Vanserras owned a winery, for fuck’s sake. Sales didn’t have to be this complicated; find wine connoisseurs and sell them wine. Simple. Sometimes, he thought that Eris got off on all this economic bullshit.
Lucien suppressed a growl as his phone vibrated again. It wasn’t a text this time, but rather a photo. It was from Elain, of course. She’d been tormenting him since he’d told her that he would have to stay at the office late for a meeting with his ruinous family. It had started out with just text messages to ‘entertain him’ while he had to listen to Eris prattle on about stocks. Her texts got more and more explicit as she continued. She’d graduated to images it appeared.
After glancing out of the corner of his eye to make sure no one was paying him any mind, Lucien unlocked his phone and opened the text message. Elain was lying on their bed, one of his button downs wrapped around her. As sexy as that was, he was more concerned with the scraps of lace that were hidden under it. A baby blue corset bra clung to her. The corset bit was see through, allowing him a glimpse at her creamy skin underneath while golden flowers covered the bottom of the cup of the bra. The underwear matched perfectly, little golden flowers dancing around the hem of the blue fabric.
“Is there something you want to share with the room, Lucien?” Eris demanded.
Quickly, Lucien clicked off his phone as the eyes of all his brothers were fixed on him. Eris looked livid, his freshly cut hair, the same dark auburn as Lucien's, making him look even more menacing.
Lucien cleared his throat. “No. Just Elain asking when we’d be done.”
Eris rolled his eyes while one of the twins snickered. “As I was saying . . .”
Lucien snatched his phone as soon as Eris had turned his back, hastily typing out a reply to his girlfriend.
Naughty girl.
Her reply was lighting fast.
Just for you.
Fuck. Shifting in his seat, he tried to rearrange himself so one of brothers wouldn’t glance over and figure out what exactly Elain was sending him. His phone vibrated again.
How much longer?
Lucien glanced up at Eris, checking the number of slides he’d gotten through. 56 of 95. Prick.
A long fucking time.
A frowny face appeared on his screen. Lucien thought that was end of it until a picture of Elain’s hand down those delicate panties appeared on screen. He fought a groan. How could her hand look so sexy?
Guess I’ll have to start without you.
Lucien swore under his breath.
Text me when you leave.
An emoji that was blowing a kiss appeared on his screen, and that was Lucien’s breaking point. Abruptly, he stood up, not caring if his brothers figured out where he was going or what he was going to do.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Eris demanded as Lucien grabbed his brief case.
“Emergency,” Lucien lied. “Elain needs me.”
“The fuck she does,” he growled. “Lucien, don’t you walk out that door.” But Lucien was already gone, slamming the board room door behind him. Eris could yell at him tomorrow. Tonight, he needed to get home before Elain had her first orgasm.
It was the quickest drive from his workplace to his apartment that he’d ever made. He’d probably run three red lights and did twenty over the speed limit. Thankfully, he hadn’t run into any police. Pushing the front door open, he found Elain plopped on the couch scrolling through her phone, his shirt still wrapped around her. Her eyes widened as he stepped through the door, hair still an unbound mess. Those brown eyes followed him as he tugged off his suit jacket.
“I thought you said your meeting was going to run long?” she said breathily.
“You are a menace,” he hissed as he loosened his tie and pulled it over his head, careful not to get it caught on his ponytail. “I left early.”
“But Eris-”
“Can keep his fucking mouth shut.”
He was on her in two strides, leaning over her, one of his hands rest on the back of the leather couch while the other found purchase on the arm. Elain gasped.
“What are you looking at?” he asked, nodding towards her phone.
“I was . . . Lucien,” she breathed as he started to trial kisses down her exposed neck. It arched so prettily for him.
He nipped lightly at the skin there. “You were what?”
“I was looking for something.”
She was looking for a video was more like it. No doubt, she probably intended to send him the link to show him exactly what she was using to get off. Well, they had no need for that, at least not tonight. Gently, Lucien slipped the phone from her fingers and tossed it to the other end of the couch.
“Pretty,” he hummed as his finger traced the edges of those flowers on her bra. He could already see her nipple beginning to get hard underneath the fabric. Swiftly, he bent the fabric and popped her gorgeous tit out. Lucien always marveled at how soft her skin was and how perfect she always looked. Now was no different, with one of her breasts popped out, her hair a mess, her eyes hooded with lust, and wearing his shirt. He truly was the luckiest man in the world.
“Thank you,” she moaned as her head fell back to rest against the back of the couch. Lucien took the opportunity to wrap his lips around her nipple. Her back arched, nipple hardening under his tongue, and he enjoyed the pleasure that settled over her face. Then he dropped to his knees. Elain looked slightly disappointed as he spread her legs apart. He smirked up at her. She shouldn’t expect him to be patient after what she’d sent to him this evening. Not bothering to try and take her underwear off, he simply slid them to the side and fixed his mouth over her clit.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered as her eyes went wide and her back arched.
Lucien was unable to stop the smile that slid over his face.
Elain tasted as sweet as she looked; he always wanted to compare her to honey, but that seemed an overly sweet comparison. There was a hint of spice there as well. And damn, if Lucien didn’t lap at it like he was a dying man in a dessert. His tongue pushed into her, pressing against the top of her walls, while his hands wrapped around her hips to keep her in place.
“Lucien,” she whined as he ignored in clit.
He hummed against her.
“That’s not fair,” she said.
He pulled away from her slightly. “Not fair that you sent me all those texts during that meeting either. Eris was livid when I left.”
Elain pouted. “Eris likes me. He won’t mind that much.”
Lucien very much doubted that. Instead of answering her, he swiped his tongue up her center, once, twice. Elain squirmed under his hold, trying to press her hips up to meet his tongue.
“Nuh huh, we can’t have that,” he teased, tightening his grip on her hips. “Don’t you want to be a good girl for me and hold still?”
“I want to cum,” she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. It was cute. His shirt was falling off one of her shoulders, bearing her pretty collar bone to him. Her breasts pressed into her arms, one more covered than the other creating a beautiful contrast. He wanted to stand up and fuck her right now. Lucien couldn’t ignore her insolence though.
With a wicked grin, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard. Elain’s fingers gripped the roots of his tied back hair. The pain pulled a moan from his lips. He was almost sure that Elain was saying some version of ‘fuck me,’ but he couldn’t be bothered to decipher the words that she managed to to form between her moans. All that mattered right now was the way she tasted against his tongue.
Lucien chanced a glance up at her, though that glance might very well make him cum in his pants. To his delight, she’d not bothered with taking the bra off and instead popped her other breast out of it. He sucked harder as she pinched one of her nipples, causing a moan to fall from her lips. He never tired of that sound. Gently, he ran his tongue up soft clit before cruelly sucking her into his mouth again.
“Lucien, Lucien,” Elain said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Please, please, I want-”
“I know what you want,” he said. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, gently stroking her clit. “I’ve known what you wanted since you decided to text me during a work meeting.”
“Please.”
“Do you know what it was like?” he asked, slowing the movement of his fingers. “To be teased like that and be able to do nothing about it?”
“Lucien.” Elain looked so pretty when she said his name like that.
“Don’t you think you deserve to know what that’s like? Since you did it to me?”
“No. Please. I want-”
Elain screeched as he reattached his lips to her clit. Her hips bucked into his palms as he pushed her back into the couch. He felt her legs shaking against the sides of his head as she fell part around his mouth. Quick a fox, Lucien unwrapped a hand from her hip and pressed two of his fingers into her. She was still pulsing as she rode out her orgasm. The feeling would have brought Lucien to his knees if he were not there already. Roughly, he pressed his fingers upward and found the swollen bud that he was looking for. Elain trembled against him.
Lucien felt like he was drowning in her — all he could feel was her pussy clenching around his fingers as he a roughly finger fucked. Her taste was still flooding his tongue as he savagely sucked at her. Glancing up, he noticed that her hands had stopped messaging her breasts and were instead pressing into the cushion of the couch as she squeezed her eyes shut. She’d stopped moaning seeming unable to make any more noise. This was where he wanted to die, he decided, on his knees with his face buried between Elain’s legs.
“Lucien.”
“Say it,” he mumbled against her.
“I’m coming.”
And she did, clenching hard around his fingers. He worked her through it, his fingers sliding eagerly inside her as he pressed the flat of his tongue into her clit. Elain had lost control of her hips at some point during the orgasm and was rubbing herself shamelessly against his face. It had to be the sexist thing she’d ever done.
Lucien pulled his mouth away from her as his fingers picked up speed.
“One more time, love,” he pleaded. “Just once more. For me.”
“Lucien,” she cried, pushing herself toward him.
“Please.”
“Can I?”
Her hand lingered in the air between them, pretty pink nails catching the light.
Lucien nodded.
Blowing out a breath, Elain rocked forward, her hand finding her clit while she rested her forehead against his own. Gently, Lucien caught her bottom lip between his own, a stark contrast to the way his fingers were fucking her. Elain muttered his name before pressing her lips against him.
“Come on, baby,” he muttered, his other hand coming up to cup her face. “You’re almost there. I can feel you.”
“Lucien,” she said.
Her hips bucked roughly into his hand as he pressed against her only to drag his fingers slowly back against her. That proved to be her undoing. She came loudly with his name falling from her lips. Her body went completely still before she was writhing against him again, more violently this time. There was nothing so beautiful as Elain Archeron when she came.
Lucien gently pulled his fingers from her pussy before grabbing her face and kissing her face roughly. Her hair fell around them like curtain, and a smile pressed against his lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he told her.
Elain hummed, reaching for his belt.
“Not right now,” he said, easily avoiding her fingers.
“But-”
“We will, but later.” To make a point, he ran his finger lightly over her sensitive clit.
Elain shivered violently and let out a loud whine.
“Later,” he said again. Lightly, he kissed her jaw. “What do you want to eat?”
“Mac and cheese?”
Lucien chuckled. He should have guessed since it was her favorite. Swiftly, he stood up and started toward the kitchen.
“Lucien,” Elain said as she reached out and grabbed his wrist. “I love you.”
Grinning, Lucien bent down and lightly pecked her lips. “I love you, too, Elain.”
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