Cassian crossed his arms, turning his body away from Azriel. How dare he? Of all the things that could be said about him, that was a blatant lie. If they hadn’t been in the middle of nowhere, he would’ve gotten out of the car.
“Baby…”
He ignored him, leaning back against the seat.
“Cass…”
His frown deepened.
“My love…”
This time, Cassian turned to look at him without saying a word, waiting for the obvious apology his boyfriend should be offering right about now. Hell, maybe the best course of action would be for him to pull over, get out, and drop to his knees. It was the least he could do.
“I love you.”
That was not an apology. His heart softened, but he couldn’t give in that easily.
“Take it back.”
Azriel reached over, his free hand settling on his thigh. It felt nice—no. He was mad. This time he wasn’t going to let him win just because of those beautiful hazel eyes. He had principles.
“I didn’t say anything wrong!”
“You said I’m high maintenance!”
Azriel had the audacity to huff. Okay, that was definitely adding more time to his sentence—days without sex—since he was clearly still intent on sticking to that lie.
“You are.”
“I’m not.”
His boyfriend sighed again, squeezing his knee and brushing his thumb over it affectionately. Okay, maybe he could forgive him, but only because the drive was going to be long, and he didn’t like being in silence that long. Azriel was already quiet enough.
“You are, but I love you exactly like that. And before you ask, I’d love you even if you were a worm, a butterfly, or a bat.”
“Would you feed me fruit?”
“Organic, top quality. I’d even plant fruit trees for you.”
“And would you let me sleep hanging from the collar of your shirt?”
“Of course.”
Cassian let his arms fall and turned to look at him. He looked so attractive with his hair pushed back, the sun catching on his skin. His eyes seemed to shine, too. He couldn’t stay mad at him. Maybe he was a little high maintenance, but it didn’t matter because Azriel chose him anyway.
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Azriel swirled the glass of whiskey in his hand. Every thought dragged through his mind, slow as molasses. Only then did he realize how close they were to the fire, yet he felt no threat—no real sense of danger. He didn’t understand why. It didn’t make sense. Still, it was simply a truth he had accepted.
The warmth seemed to have seeped into his body, settling in his chest like a gentle caress. He should stop drinking, but the smoky, caramel taste slid so smoothly down his throat. And as long as they kept drinking, he had an excuse to stay.
Eris shifted in the chair across from him, and when their gazes met, Azriel realized he had already been looking at him.
His shadows stretched, trembling, as if they too were slightly intoxicated. They reached for Eris.
“What?” he asked, unable to keep the nervous twitch from his wings. He felt exposed, and he didn’t like it. Azriel had the unsettling sense that he couldn’t hide in front of Eris.
“Nothing…” Eris hesitated. His plush lips looked even more tempting with the sheen of alcohol on them, especially when he licked them before adding, “You look happy.”
Huh…
Azriel turned his attention to the flames, watching them dance—red, orange, and gold—as if it were the High Lord’s magic feeding them. He hadn’t stopped to think about it. But yes, he was happy to be there, to share a quiet moment with him, existing in a calm that felt almost unreal.
“I am,” he murmured after a moment.
He didn’t know how he could be so sure, but he had no doubt a smile had spread across Eris’s face.
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Her hands slid over Gwyn’s skin, taking in its softness, noting every small scar earned through training. There was one in particular, more noticeable than the rest—won during the Blood Rite. Nesta made a point of kissing that one, ever so reverent as she trailed down her abdomen.
She could worship her for days and still it wouldn’t be enough.
She left a mark on her hip, a beautiful shade of red that would soon turn purple, her imprint already blooming against Gwyn’s skin. She needed to claim her. To erase any space between them.
When her mouth reached her center, she smiled at the way Gwyn trembled in her arms. The first brush of her tongue was soft, exploratory, as if she had all the time in the world. Gwyn’s hand tightening in her hair seemed to disagree.
“Don’t rush me, priestess…”
Gwyn’s impatient growl broke into a full moan when Nesta caught her clit between her lips, sucking gently. Gods, her beloved was so sensitive. Nesta kept licking between her folds, savoring the taste of her, pleased with every sound she managed to draw from her.
Her hands gripped Gwyn’s hips, pulling her closer, devouring her with a hunger that knew no limits. She was starving for her.
Without slowing the steady circles of her tongue, brushing every place that made Gwyn writhe with pleasure, Nesta didn’t stop until the priestess was panting, saying her name like a prayer.
“Nes… Nesta!”
A low rumble left her, satisfaction flooding her when Gwyn came against her mouth. She tasted like paradise. Nesta didn’t pull away until Gwyn could do nothing but whimper softly, her voice broken and breathless.
Then her gray eyes met her lover’s, something wicked glinting in them as Gwyn watched her lick her lips.
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It was a starless night when she began walking through the forest, her steps soft and delicate against the grass. There was no light to guide her but instinct and memory. She knew where she needed to go, and she reached it—a graceful, agile fawn.
Despite the cold that tried to seep into her bones, she wore just a white dress, the wind insistent on making it dance to the rhythm of its whisper.
Elain did not falter. She was a vessel, and her purpose was one and only one.
Her lips did not tremble as she began to incant the words she had practiced over and over again, alone, buried in books and parchment.
She wanted this. She needed this. She had the power.
Her hand closed around the hilt of the dagger she’d brought. Her body was writhing with the magic coursing through her from head to toe, as the blade slid across her open palm.
Drops of blood fell to the ground, her lifeforce feeding the power thrumming around her, until the crackling of the magic became deafening. A metallic taste filled her mouth, her back arched for a moment, and still, she kept reciting the words.
When her knees hit the ground, silence swallowed her whole.
There, in the darkness, she felt it—a presence. A being that did not belong to this world, drawn through the tear in the fabric of reality she had carved open with her magic.
An icy hand brushed her cheek, and the creature took hold of her chin, forcing her to lift her gaze.
Her heart pounded wildly, frantically, a primitive instinct screaming that something was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Those black eyes, darker than the deepest onyx, regarded her with curiosity. She had summoned something dangerous, but that wasn’t the worst part.
The worst part was that now, she had its full attention.
“You called for me, sweet sorceress?”
Elain wasn’t sure if the shiver that ran down her spine was fear.
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