It was a Solistice Evening and the Inner Circle gathered at the townhouse to celebrate with a few new faces attending this year. Gwyneth and Emerie were considered family, it was only natural to have them join the Inner Circle at celebrations.

Feyre and Rhysand retreated to their bedroom earlier than the rest of the Inner Circle. Both of them were exhausted after Nyx kept them awake most of the previous night. It was past three in the morning when the rest of them decided to go to sleep.

Since the townhouse was smaller than the river house, they will need to share their bedrooms. Cassian and Nesta were already gone in Cassian's bedroom. Mor led Emerie to Nesta's old bedroom, and Amren went back to her apartment with Varian. Elain was in her bedroom with Lucien, which only left Azriel and Gwyneth. 

Azriel seemed quite uncomfortable when they reached his old room. Gwyn was playing with her robes as they walked into his room. 

"Uh, which side do you want?" Azriel's voice was rough. 

"Um, right one I think," Gwyn answered, her voice trembling. 

Azriel nodded. His shadows danced around the room, trying to come closer to Gwyn. Gwyn stretched her hand out in invitation. Azriel's shadows immediately came closer, wrapping themselves around her delicate palm. 

Azriel's eyes were fixed on her face as he watched her quietly. Her face shone with joy as shadows tingled her palm. The shadows seemed happy around her, Azriel noted. He also noted he felt at ease around her.

Gwyn looked up to meet Azriel's eyes. 

"Could you turn around?" She bit her lips and it took all the restrain to stop himself from launching himself on her. 

He nodded wordlessly and turned around. He kept his shadows close, giving her as much privacy as possible. She also turned around and with trembling hands took her robes off. The only thing left on her was her thin, short, white underdress. 

She climbed into the bed as Azriel tried not to peek in her direction. 

"You can turn around now," she said softly. 

She was sitting on the right side of the bed. Her hands were bare and her breasts were visible through her underdress, her nipples peeking through the fabric. Azriel bit his lower lip.

"Are you sure you are comfortable with us sleeping in the same bed? I can sleep on the floor." His arms were crossed as he took one step towards the bed.

She was only able to nod. It was all confirmation Azriel needed. He took his jacket and shirt off. He considered his pants for a moment before looking back at Gwyn. She was biting her lip.

"I- I don't mind." Her breath caught in her throat. 

He gave her a wicked grin as he took his pants off. She could feel heat spreading through her whole body. Her breath quickened. Azriel slowly climbed into the bed. 

He was lying on his back, right arm underneath his head, and left one on his chest when Gwyn started tossing in bed. He looked to his left and saw Gwyn putting pillows between them.

"What are you doing?" The confusion was obvious in his voice.

"I'm building a pillow wall. You stay on your side, I stay on my side. It's perfect." He could smell her scent.

"Like that's going to keep you away from me, Gwyneth." He chuckled.

His chuckle vibrated through her whole body straight to her core. It was impossible to stay away from him. She wanted him badly and she needed to feel him inside of her. She didn't know where all those needs were coming from, but she didn't care. She needed him now.

She threw the pillow wall on the floor. Azriel's face lit up with surprise as Gwyn climbed on him. 

"I want you, Azriel," she said breathless. 

His eyes darkened. His cock grew hard in his boxers. He gritted his teeth. She was driving him mad. He groaned as she moved a little bit, his cock growing harder even more.

"Gwyn-" His breath halted in his throat.

"Fuck, I want to fuck you." He looked her straight in the eyes. 

"Then fuck me, Shadowsinger." She winked at him and with that Azriel let loose.