Call Me Home

Chapter 50- Not Alone

Chapter 50: Not Alone

Summary: NSFW. But not as much as you probably expect from where I left off last chapter lol.

Azriel POV

"Will the magic still affect us locked away like this?" Gwyn's question was quiet as he finished barricading the doors with her wardrobe and vanity. He was tempted to try and move the bed to block the door too but he didn't think he could manage it by himself.

"Do you want it to?" Azriel wouldn't have minded spending tonight without the drum's influence. To love her properly and tenderly like he had originally planned.

Gwyn glided toward him. Her heels clicked against the marble floor. The moonlight was the only thing illuminating the bedroom. Its soft glow backlit her as she neared closer.

She's a goddess and I am truly unworthy.

"I've had a month to fantasize about tonight, shadowsinger." Gwyn loosened his tie and let it fall to the ground, forgotten. "About getting lost, tangled together in the sheets." She unbuttoned the first button of his dress shirt. "What you would be like when you lost control...and fucked me how you want."

Azriel's eyes rolled back in his head as she peppered his neck with soft kisses. He had to get a grip on himself or he wouldn't last long enough to fulfill her fantasy.

Determined, he walked her backwards toward the far wall. Her back hit the cold stone. She gasped and shivered as it's iciness seeped through the thin, silky material of her dress.

He hovered above her, not touching. His hands landed flat against the wall on either side of her head.

"Is that what you want, baby?" Azriel's voice barely above a whisper. "For me to lose control? You want me to fuck you hard and fast till you scream my name and clench around my cock?"

Gwyn swallowed and nodded her head wildly. "Yes... please."

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Already begging..."

He pushed off the wall and walked over to the window. Unlatching the white wooden frame he cracked the glass doors open. Distant chatter and laughter flooded in.

"There." Azriel said, turning back to her. "Now we should be able to hear the drums." He resumed his position in front of her but instead of denying her his touch again he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled. Their hips became flush with each other and they moaned in unison.

"Whatever you want my mate, I'll give it to you." He told her. He meant it too, he would give her anything her heart desired.

"All I want is you." She whispered back. Her hands wrapped around his neck.

"All I want is you." The wound in his soul started to mend. I'm wanted, I'm loved.

I'm not alone anymore.

The drums hadn't started but he already felt the urge to claim her. He roughly captured her lips, drinking in her sweetness. Quickly, he found the zipper to her dress. He almost had it off of her, just one more tug and...

Azriel.

He growled loudly at the intrusion in his mind, making Gwyn jump. He shook his head trying to raise his shields.

Azriel, don't block me out. It's urgent. Beron is here.

Az's mind filled with the scene. Beron, Eris and his other three brothers approached the High Lord and High Lady with smug grins.

Can't Cassian handle it? His question sounded like a plea as it reverberated in his skull toward Rhys.

We need you to have the upperhand, Az. Unfog your lust filled brain and see that please. And don't even think about suggesting any guards, we don't know if this is a distraction for something greater. They will need to stay in position.