A Court of Horizon and Shadows

53.

AZRIEL

    The Spymaster of the Night Court laid next to his mate, the Daughter of Dawn, who was asleep next to him, their naked bodies tangled with one another - inseparable.

    For the entire night, they made love like it was their last moments alive.

    Azriel still wasn't able to comprehend it - how this woman could be his.

    For a moment, he believed that he was in a dream, that all of this was just a figment of his imagination and he would wake up at any second. There was no way, he thought, that his mate had accepted him, that after all he went through, he finally found happiness throughout all the chaos.

    But he could feel her warm body, could smell her natural scent of berries and could feel the lingering touches she left on his skin.

    She was real... and she was his.

    He was slightly surprised that he was still awake, seeing as he and his mate had wasted each other until the sun was on the horizon. It was as if their bond had released its tether, letting them go at one another like rabbits in heat.

    The Spymaster hadn't had sex like that in... well, ever.

    Yes, he had flings here and there, especially when he was hot out of his mind whenever he was done torturing people. He craved release from someone, anyone, who would want to satisfy him. He didn't care who, all he wanted was a good fuck.

    Usually, after he had calmed down, the Spymaster would leave, and go back to his duties. He used sex to take the edge off, to calm himself from the adrenaline that ran through his veins.

    But after he had first laid eyes on Auriella, sex was a constant thought. He wanted to know how she felt, how she would ruin him with pleasure. His body would ignite with hunger, wanting her in more ways than one. His fantasies would be all over the place, bringing him to oblivion several times while he called out her name as he came.

    His love for her soared above the skies, reaching out to the stars; never fading. He didn't know how he could handle it, these strong feelings that gripped his heart with such intensity. If Auriella hadn't accepted him, Azriel knew that he would lose himself, that he would not survive the heartache that would follow.

    As the Spymaster stroked her cheek with his thumb, a smile made his way onto his lips. He saw how the sun shined down upon her as if it too admired her beauty. He tightened his arm around her, protectively, his mind hoarded with whispers from the bond. He wished she would wake up so they could relive last night over and over, aching to hear her beautiful sounds in his ear yet again.

    Azriel remembered when Feyre and Rhys came back from the cabin after they accepted the mating bond. They both smelled of one another, heat rising in them within seconds. Rhys fought Cassian when he mocked them, bruising each other until blood stained their faces. Rhys was extremely possessive of Feyre at that time, as any mate would be.

    The Spymaster couldn't say that he would be different. Hell, he was a man who tore men apart limb from limb if they didn't give him the answers he wanted. He would cut them, gut them, and torture them until they gave him something of value.

    If any male got close to Auriella, especially now... may the Cauldron bless them.

    Azriel placed his lips on her forehead, keeping them there. Auriella stirred in his arms, groaning as she woke. "Why aren't you asleep?" She asked, shifting herself against him.

    He could already feel himself become hard at the movement, but he ignored it. Instead, his fingers tucked a strand of hair away from her face. Auriella stared up at him, her eyes still holding exhaustion in them.