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Azriel winced as he shifted on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position. His legs were numb from lying still too long, so he carefully bent his knees to ease the stiffness.“Fuck,” he hissed as he made the manoeuvre.
Maybe that was a mistake.
A sharp pain shot through his left wing and back as he moved, and he tried to stifle his groan. But once his knees were bent, he let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps it was best to remain in that position for a few hours to avoid any further blinding pain.“Careful,” Gwyn chided softly from the doorway as she stepped into the room, carrying a bowl of stew in one hand and a fresh jug of water in the other. Though the situation was frustrating, Azriel couldn’t deny that he enjoyed this part of being injured—Nurse Gwyn was proving to be very attentive.It had been a week since he had winnowed back from a mission gone horribly wrong. His left wing had been shredded and broken after an ambush by an Illyrian beast while he was spying on illegal activities at one of the war camps. His shadows had warned him a fraction too late, and the beast had sunk its teeth and claws into his wing, snapping bones and tearing through the leathery membrane. He had barely managed to winnow out, only to plummet straight into the training ring outside the House of Wind, the impact further aggravating his injuries.Gwyn had been the one to find him, pale and bleeding in the snow. He would never forget the way her teal eyes had gone wide with horror, her usual composure crumbling. The way her trembling hands pressed against his wounds in a frantic attempt to stop the bleeding, her voice broken as she screamed for help, the sound raw and filled with panic.She hadn’t left his side since. Now, she fussed over him day and night—not that he minded. With their newly accepted bond, he found he wanted her near all the time too.Madja had done what she could—knitting skin and bone back together, mending the worst of the damage—but it would be another week or so before Azriel could move properly again. That would have been manageable if he weren't so damn uncomfortable. Or if watching his mate quietly tend to his needs without any complaints didn’t leave him a horny, strung-out mess. He wanted to take care of her needs.
Then, to top it all off, he couldn't sleep without tonics, and he despised the way they made him feel: groggy and disconnected from reality.Gwyn moved closer, placing the food on the bedside table before sitting beside him. Her hand lightly brushed over his wing as she inspected the slow-healing injuries.Azriel couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips as Gwyn surveyed him with a furrowed brow. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though they both knew it was a lie.She rolled her eyes, already tired of his predictable deflection. “You’re not fine, Azriel. You’re stubborn,” she snapped, eyeing the untouched tonics on the bedside table. “It’s going to take you longer to heal if you’re not sleeping.”She moved to fluff his pillows, and as her hair brushed over his shoulder, her scent hit him like a punch to the gut. Azriel moaned softly at the intoxicating blend of her scent mingling with his own—the scent of their mating bond. Although… he noticed his own scent was fainter now than when he had left for the mission. That realisation ignited a primal part of him. He needed to mark her, to make her undeniably his again.Without thinking, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her flush against his bare chest, resting his forehead against hers.“I know what would help me sleep.” His voice was a low, soft growl as he guided her hand down to his straining cock, begging to have her.Gwyn gasped, her hot breath ghosting over his lips. “Az… we can’t. I’ll hurt you.” Her words were full of concern, but the way her hand moved beneath the bedsheet, slowly stroking him, betrayed how badly she wanted this too. A week was too long for mates. A day was too long. They both ached for each other.Before she could protest again, Azriel leaned in, capturing her mouth in a messy, searing kiss. He groaned against her lips, this time with pure pleasure, as she tightened her grip around him. His hips bucked upwards, desperate for more. He winced slightly at the pain that shot through his wing from the movement, but willed himself to push it aside. If Gwyn noticed she'd stop... and there was no way he was letting that happen.“I’ll be fine,” he rasped. “Please, priestess… I need you.”Not having her was worse than any injury he could ever endure. Having her so close without touching her was the cruellest form of torture.Gwyn bit her lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, as her resolve crumbled and desire took over.“This is a terrible idea,” she murmured against his lips between kisses. “If Madja finds out, she’ll kill me.” But her hands were already drifting to the fastenings of her pale blue robe.“It’ll be worth it, I promise,” he growled, his voice low and dark with anticipation. “And you seem to agree.” Azriel’s hands moved to help her shed the robe, desperate to see every glorious inch of her freckled, porcelain skin.Gwyn raised a teasing brow, her lips curving into a sultry smile.“I haven’t had you in a week, mate. Playing with myself isn’t as fun,” she purred as she removed the last of her clothing and positioned herself at the end of the bed, legs wide apart, her sex glistening, dripping with desire.“I thought about you every night,” she gasped as she teased her entrance. “But my fingers just can’t compare to you,” she moaned, sliding two fingers into herself, pumping them in and out achingly slow.Azriel’s breath hitched at the sight.His cock throbbed painfully as he gripped himself, struggling to keep his control from slipping completely. Gods, he needed her—the teasing, the sight of her laid bare before him like a feast meant only for him was driving him mad with lust.There was nothing Gwyn loved more than seeing Azriel teeter on the edge, completely at her mercy. Her fingers continued their work as she began to rub slow, deliberate circles over her swollen clit, her breath catching in her throat.Soft moans spilled from her lips, and Azriel gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body taut as he watched her. The sight of her fingers moving between her legs, her gasps filling the room, made his blood run hot, his need unbearable.“Fuck Gwyn, please! Get on top of me now,” he groaned, snapping completely as he begged. “Show me how much you missed my cock.”She chuckled at his desperation but moved to put him out of his misery. With a smirk, she crawled towards him, her hips swaying seductively as she moved to straddle his waist. But just as she was about to face him, Azriel stopped her.“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice thick with demand. It was his turn to play. “Let me see that perfect ass.”Gwyn’s heart raced at his command, heat pooling low in her belly as she obeyed. She turned slowly, deliberately, putting on a show as she straddled him. Azriel kept his knees bent—partly because moving them would cause too much pain, and partly to give her something to hold onto. His breath came in short, shallow bursts as she wasted no time lowering herself onto his waiting cock, her soft breasts brushing against his legs as she took him in, inch by inch. Her body trembled with pleasure, much like his own.“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel around me,” Azriel groaned, his voice rough with pleasure as Gwyn sank down further, taking him deeper.His hands gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her supple flesh as he fought the overwhelming urge to fuck her with reckless abandon. His body protested their actions already, with sharp pains shooting through him. But he ignored them, letting the feeling of Gwyn moving on him consume him instead. As she rocked her hips, slow and teasing, he drowned in the distraction.Then she adjusted herself, her ass angling towards him in a sweet invitation, and Azriel took it.His hands squeezed her backside before one thumb moved to tease her tight ring in delicate circles. Gwyn moaned in delight, her body shivering at the new sensation.“You like that? Do you want more?” he rasped, his voice a low rumble, teasing her further as his finger push inside her a little bit.“Y–Yes…” she gasped, her hands gripping his knees tighter as she rode him languidly, grinding down onto him, losing herself in the overwhelming pleasure. Each slow rise and fall tormented them both with the delicious tension.“Fuck me with your finger too, Shadowsinger,” she begged, her voice breathless.Azriel growled in response, his thumb easing inside her ass as his cock filled her cunt completely. The sensation made her clench almost painfully around him, her entire body trembling from the combination of fullness and pressure.“Fuck,” Gwyn gasped, her voice trembling as she bucked her hips, her pace quickening with a desperate urgency.“Gods, Gwyn,” Azriel rasped, his jaw clenched, his hips bucking involuntarily. “You’re gonna make me come.”Panting, Gwyn’s hand slipped between her thighs, her fingers rubbing frantic circles over her clit. The coil of pleasure built quickly, overwhelming every sense as she rode him harder. The heat of his cock and the teasing pressure of his thumb pushed her closer to the edge.“Then come for me, Shadowsinger,” she begged, wanting him to fall with her.And so he did.When he came inside her, his release hot and powerful, her entire body shuddered with the force of it, tipping her over the edge too. Her walls clenched tightly around his cock, milking him as she gasped for air, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Azriel’s groans mingled with her cries, filling the room as he continued to spill inside her, both of their bodies trembling from the intensity.After they had wrung every last drop of pleasure from each other, Gwyn collapsed forward against his knees, both of them a panting mess, their bodies slick with sweat.All thoughts of pain and suffering eddied away from his mind, swept aside as he surrendered to his mate. The mingling of their scents, the feel of her boneless, sated body, calmed the bond inside him. A peaceful euphoria enveloped him.After a few moments, when Gwyn had finally caught her breath and carefully gotten off him, she lay beside him, propping herself up on her elbow as she asked, “So, is there anything else you need, my love?” Satisfaction and a hint of mischief lit her eyes.Azriel gave her a lazy, lopsided grin, his half-lidded gaze warm and content. “Maybe a sponge bath?”She laughed, but nodded in agreement.“I’ll be right back,” she promised, slipping off the bed to dress before padding toward the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water and a cloth.By the time she returned, Azriel was already fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in a slow steady rhythm. The lines of pain that marred his face this past week were gone, replaced by a rare peacefulness. Smiling softly, Gwyn leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before she began to clean him up, her touch careful and tender as she tried not to disturb his much-needed rest.