In Plain Sight

3. Serrated

WARNING

This chapter contains kidnapping and very mild injuries. In my opinion, they're non-graphic. Please read at your own risk. (I don't think it's that dramatic, but I just want to make sure the warning is loud and clear. Otherwise, enjoy!)

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With a low groan, Azriel thrust inside the prostitute's tight, wet heat.

She — he'd already forgotten her name — gasped, genuinely surprised, and the shadowsinger felt proud of himself for all of five seconds. Because when she looked at him over her shoulder, the illusion — the illusion of (Y/n)'s face that had haunted his dreams for the past six months — cracked like a spider web.

The female furrowed her brow. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." But when Azriel adjusted his grip on her hips, he had to fight a scowl.

Too bony.

(Y/n) would've been much, much softer.

The female smiled and wiggled her hips seductively. "Are you sure, shadowsinger?"

"Yes." Azriel closed his eyes briefly, imagining (Y/n) under him, and then started a slow but deep pace. He rolled his hips against the nameless female's ass, listening to her gasps, her moans.

Ever since the Neverhaven Incident, Azriel had dreamed about (Y/n), had pleasured himself to innumerable fantasies of that vexatious little witch . . .

Heat amalgamated in the base of Azriel's spine, making him exhale through clenched teeth. He wrapped an arm around the female's waist and then pulled her up. She cried out when he pinched her right nipple, and then using his other hand, rubbed her clit.

"Harder!" the female moaned. "Please!"

Remembering that (Y/n) was still a virgin, Azriel swore under his breath and then made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, his wings twitching. He was coming undone.

He'd dreamed of kissing (Y/n), of fingering and tasting her, of breaking her maidenhead—

The female inhaled sharply, stunned, and then started coming hard. Azriel grabbed her biceps, fucking her through her orgasm, making her scream and squirm, and then he was coming too.

He threw his head back with a deep, hoarse cry, releasing the female. She fell onto her stomach, still twitching from her orgasm, and then he jerked himself to completion. Ropes of his cum unceremoniously landed across her back, ass, and thighs.

Azriel caught his breath as he came down, but he was still unsatisfied — mentally.

Cauldron boil me.

"That's more like it," the female murmured, getting out of bed to grab a towel.

As far as brothels in the Night Court went, this one was the most expensive, so its warm-colored rooms were clean and elegant — and the company you paid for, the exact opposite. It was part of its charm.

"What're you doing this far south? I haven't seen you in a few years."

Had he slept with this one before? Azriel didn't remember.

He looked down at his right palm, covered in his cum.

The female walked back over, wiping herself, and added, "Unless it's a secret, shadowsinger. I know how you work. I won't pry."

(Y/n) would pry.

She'd pry, and I'd let her.

When the female threw the towel at Azriel, he caught it. Wiping his hand and softening cock, he grunted, "I'm traveling to the Autumn Court."