Elriel Month Day Nine
Chapter Two
Rating: M
Word Count: 1.3
Warnings: None
“Why won’t it work?” Elain asked, slumping in her chair. She brought her hand up to rub her aching lower back.
They had spent the last three hours trying to scry with nothing to show for it.
The bones told her nothing. The tea leaves had been a bust. She had thought that she saw something churn in the misty crystal ball, but nothing appeared to her.
“What if I can’t channel it, or control it at all?” Elain sighed, the hot shame of failure swirling in her gut. There was no reason for her not to be able to do it. She had managed to track down the Suriel, but that had been different. Easy almost. She had a goal, a purpose, but now she just felt lost.
“Elain,” Azriel said, her name still new on his lips. It unleashed a million butterflies whenever he spoke her name. “We just have to figure out what works for you. There’s no reason for you to be an expert right away,” He gently placed his hand on hers, which was nervously working the fabric of her dress. “There is something else that we can try.”
He got to his feet and held out his hands towards her, silently asking her to trust him.
Elain immediately placed her hands in his.
They both stared at their hands, Elain’s small and pale in his. Tiny scars ran along the length of her hands, and Elain watched in fixation as his thumbs gently traced along the thin lines.
“Beautiful.” Azriel breathed.
He gently led Elain to her feet, and then clasped her hands as he led her towards the fireplace. Their hands still connected as they sat. His shadows were long gone, disappearing soon after they started their session, and Elain watched as the faelights dimmed into nothingness and the only light in the room was the glow of the dying fire.
She tucked her legs underneath her, her hands laying in his with her palms up.
Azriel looked unbearably handsome. The sharp lines of his face were highlighted by the glow of the fire, Elain found herself fighting the urge to take his head between her hands and trace the perfect planes of his face.
“I need you to relax.” Azriel said, his voice low and lush. “Close your eyes and take deep breaths. Try not to think of anything,” She could feel her tension melting away as his voice warmed her body. “Just focus on your breathing for now, quiet your mind.”
Elain followed his instructions, her hands still cupped in his. Her breathing turned slow and steady, and she concentrated on the cool air filling her lungs and the warm air leaving her on the exhale.
An image appeared before her, she could see a golden mass moving, but it was clouded behind a fogginess in her mind. She refocused again on her breathing, and soon the mist cleared and the image solidified in front of her.
…A bronze ass was thrusting before her eyes, and then she heard a breathy, “Azriel” moaned from the large, four poster bed in front of her.
She thought she recognized the mewling voice, but her thoughts were interrupted as Azriel grunted and said, “Elain.”
Her blood turned molten in her veins as she realized what she was watching. A pale leg wrapped around Azriel’s trim waist, causing him to thrust in deeper. His wings twitched in reaction, and Elain found the movement oddly endearing.
It couldn’t be — but…
The male was definitely Azriel, his brown skin glistening as he thrusted deep into whomever ever was beneath him — into her.
“Yes, Az,” Elain heard herself moan loudly. A tiny hand came up and grasped the edge of his wing.
Elain watched as her hand slowly started to work the leathery wing, and then slowly moved towards the ivory claw at the crest of his wing, her delicate fingers slowly started circling it —
And then they moved.
Azriel flipped them so that he was on his back, and Elain was perched on his lap. She could see her sweaty form, pale against his dark skin, and Elain saw the way Azriel’s hungry gaze devoured her heavy breasts.
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“Elain?” Azriel asked, his voice distant and fuzzy. Not the Azriel in front of her then, not the one she was riding.
Elain blinked the haze away, their sweaty forms drifting away and their breathy pants were nothing but echoes in her mind.
The warmth of Azriel’s hands still held hers, and offered her a sense of grounding comfort as she readjusted to reality. She blinked, trying to see clearly, and looked at his concerned hazel eyes that gleamed in the flicker of the fire.
“Are you ok?” Azriel asked, his thumbs grazing over the sensitive skin on her palms. “You look flushed.” His voice dropped a bit as his eyes landed on her pinkened skin.
“I, um, saw something.” Elain said, her throat parched.
She suddenly became aware of the wetness that had pooled between her thighs, and the headiness that perfumed the room.
Azriel’s face, however, was nothing short of gentlemanly — completely polite with just a touch of concern, but the small gleam in his eyes told Elain that he was aware of her physical reaction, aware of the desire that was coursing through her.
She leaned closer towards him, remembering all of his dark skin that stretched over his lean muscles, until her nose was a hair's breadth away from his. His carefully controlled breathing skirted over her lips.
“Would you like to know what I saw?” Elain asked, her tongue coming out to wet her lips, and she watched as his eyes followed the movement.
He leaned forward slightly, his scent almost completely overwhelming her, and she fought to not let her eyes drift back into her head.
His thumbs pressed firmly into her palms, and Elain felt her fingers curl around those digits.
“Yes.” He said almost breathlessly.
“Then find out,” Elain challenged, fighting not to throw herself at him. Azriel blinked, slightly stunned as he processed her words. “See if you can get through my mental shields.”
His grip on her hands tightened, and his eyes darkened with lust.
Elain saw his lips curve into a smile. If he wasn’t holding her hands, then she would have brought one up to trace the lines of his mouth, and the small lines that hugged his smile. Her hands twitched slightly in his, and she watched as his smile took on a knowing quality.
She saw his shadows reappear and felt as they slowly started to graze lovingly against the curves of her body, winding their way up to run along the length of her face in a delicate caress.
She could feel her body relax into the blooming shadows, ready to let the shadows envelope her completely, and just as her eyes started drifting shut the door to their room burst open.
The shadows scattered and skittered away, as if caught doing something that was forbidden.
Azriel still held her hands, but she became aware of the tension that filled his body even though her eyes were locked onto the door.
Rhysand leaned against the door frame with arms crossed over his chest, his body language was relaxed, but Elain could see how hard he was working to appear that way. A strained smiled flicked over his lips as he looked at them
“How’s training going?”
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