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A Page From Another's Book

Eris Week - Day 1 - Bonds and Bargains

Summary - After 2 full years without you acknowledging the bond, Eris is willing to do whatever it takes for just a moment of your time

Warnings - Smut, choking (kind of), mating bonds, forced proximity, slight manipulation, and possibly a few missed errors. If you see them, no, you didn't 👀

A/N - Happy @erisweekofficial! I have challenged myself this week to try to use both prompts in one fic. Why? Because I could not choose! They were so good this year.

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The look in your eyes was not what a male wanted to see from their mate. You looked at Eris like you hated him, a soft snarl always playing on lips too plush to have been real.

But Gods that look did things to him. Things that had his own smirk growing as you two stared at each other in silence, waiting for Rhysand to finish looked over the contact for trade Beron had forced his heir to come present. Rhysand was using his hand to hide a smirk.

The scent of the bond between Eris and y/n was potent. Honey and apples. Ginger and cinnamon. The High Lord understood now why so many of his family members complained about the way his and Feyre's scents mix. He could hardly tell who was who anymore but he couldn't stop breathing it in all the same.

“You can go sister, I believe I can hold my own against our dear Eris,” Rhysand dismissed you so easily. Your eyes met his in silent conversation before you stood, black dress swishing as you did and walked out of the room.

Eris felt himself relax then, body melting as he and Rhysand began to show each other vulnerability, “You told me she'd warm up to me by now.”

Rhys pinched his brows, “Y/n is a complex creature. Beautiful as the rising moon, complex as the stars.”

“And crafted from the very darkness between them,” Eris's fingers rolled, nails tapping the table in a pattern of annoyance. “What do I do?”

“Force her into a bargain,” Rhysand was half joking as he struck out a line on Beron's trade agreement. He paused, sharp mind and eyes hitting Eris. “That.. May actually work.”

Eris looked at Rhysand like he had grown two heads, “She would not make a bargain with me, she hates me.”

“She likes knowledge more than she hates you, trust me. And, Eris Vanserra, you live in a court she has never been able to go to.”

Eris fell into a brief moment of silence, “And you believe this could work?”

“It turned out well for me,” Rhysand picked at his jacket. “Make a bargain with her, force her to spend time with you.”

Rhysand slid the contract back over, a look of annoyance on his face as he did, "Your father,” the word spoken with such disdain, “needs to learn what fair terms actually means.”

“I do not believe my Father would know fair if it bit him in the ass,” that snake like smirk came forward. “Luckily, it will be me you deal with soon-”

“Is it not you I deal with already,” Rhys groaned. “Anyways, y/n. Bargain her a week in Autumn in exchange for intel.” He said it so casually, having accepted what the Fates and Cauldron decided would be with you the second the bond snapped during the war with Hybern.

And what a dramatic way for it to have snapped. A fight between Autumn and Night's emissaries leading to you pinning the heir to the ground, dagger at his throat.

It was one thing you and Azriel had in common:

Going for the jugular whenever you two deemed it fit.

Rhys waved a hand dismissing Eris, “I'm sure she is in the hall, waiting to guide you to your room.”

And you were, leathers clinging to every curve, one wing stretched out while you pulled your arm across your body, “Sore, assassin?”

Defiant eyes met his, narrowing slightly as he stared, “Only by the sight of you, heirling.” You began to walk away from him, forcing Eris to follow you to his room in Hewn City. Footsteps fell in time, breathing in sync as the bond between you two pulled and flickered.

It wasn't tense, but the quiet that lingered was thick. There were mountains of emotions between you two. Anger that lingered from years of what he claims was all an act and lies.

“You look beautiful today,” you were the only being he ever spoke this gently to. “Your hair has gotten longer.”

“Are we making casual observations?”

Eris smirked at the way your held a bite yet your eyes were soft. You were truly the most beautiful creature he had ever gotten to lay eyes on. In a dress, armor, casual clothing, leathers. Your confidence was unmatched. You owned every room you walked into. He admired that about you.

Eris opened the door to his room, hand going just above the small of your back to usher you in, “I have an offer for you.”

You leaned against the wall, a shadow coming to check on you. It indicated he was on a time crunch, that your brother would be coming soon. “I am listening.”

“Come with me to Autumn. A week of your time in one of my private residences in exchange for intel on my father.”

Your mind began to race at the possibilities. Bringing home info to Rhysand that the Night Court could use was like dangling a sparkling object infront of a fish. He knew you would bite. “What is in it for you?”

“You. Just one week where I get to see my mate in my court, in our fashion, enjoying our food. Such a small thing to give me in exchange for the knowledge I will give you, and your ability to stay safely in a court you've never enjoyed.”

It was tempting, so tempting the shadow on your shoulder panicked and ran to Azriel. “What's the catch?” You moved to sit on the chair, long legs crossing at the ankles as the two of you continued staring each other down.

“No catch, my lady.” He moved to you, a hand touching the loose hair from your braid. It was a bold and dangerous choice, touching you so freely. “Just a week in exchange for information. That's all I wager.”

His hand raised to you, the freckled skin calloused from training and earning his place as a general, but so soft. Hands spoke volumes to you, and his were so similar to Rhysand's. You raised your hand slowly and took his, feeling the warmth from his skin heating yours.

The bargain mark for you was nothing, a small rune on the inside of your left ring finger, but he flinched slightly before moving to the mirror across the room and pulling up his shirt. He rolled his eyes at the small matching rune above his heart. “What does it say?”

“Agape,” you responded quietly. “We need to leave if you plan on getting out of this alive. Azriel is coming.”

He grabbed your without hesitation, without even putting his shirt back on. Fire and smoke surrounded you before the silence of a cabin. Soft whimpers immediately started before howling. Loud howling. 12 hounds all began to point their noses to the skies they couldn't see. It was a celebration of his arrival home before the smallest then began to pawn at the door.

Eris just smiled as he made his way over, “Be back before dinner,” he told them, patting each one on the head as they can out into the warded clearing. Your feet carried you behind them, eyes wide in wonder as you took in the colors of the trees.

Warmth.

A fireplace with a good book and spiced cider.

Chilled air and pumpkins.

You had always longed to see Autumn, but Beron's prejudice towards Illyrians always got in the way. “Eris..” You were speechless as you admired the woods, the crunchy leaves on the ground. “Its-”

“Home,” he finished as he leaned on the railing watching his hounds. “We're right on the border of Autumn and Winter. There are times where the run rises and sets on the creek and lake near by that makes the snow of Winter appear like it is on fire.” His smile was so soft, eyes relaxed, muscles even slowly loosing tension. “This is my favorite cabin I have. The village nearby is quiet, open minded, hates my father.”

“That seems to be a reoccurring theme,” you jumped in.

Eris smirked but didn't say anything. “Can I offer you more comfortable clothing? A drink?”

Night one with him was filled with you two reading silently, one of his hounds being the first to inch his way into your lap and cuddle. Rhysand had not checked in, Azriel had not searched for you. Not even a mocking letter from Nesta. It was peace, bliss that allowed your guard to fall down.

He allowed you to sleep alone in a spare bed, not even asking as you used your ability to shift to get rid of your wings for the night and stole his sweater to sleep in.

The smell of bacon woke you from your lay in. A rare lazy morning that had you stretching as you walked on in just his sweater.

It felt so domestic, natural to both of them. He wordlessly handed her coffee and sugar, sipping his own. He was shirtless, lean form on display and making your brain spiral to the what ifs. His sweatpants hung low on his hips as he continued cooked breakfast, knowing you could not do it.

“How far do you powers as a wild form go?” You glanced at him, not ready to speak without at least getting one sip of coffee in. His hands shot up in defense, a graceful step back as he did. “I am asking because I wanted to leave you with some marks so you could do shopping. Observe the village here.”

You only hummed, reaching for a finished piece of the crispy bacon and bending down to give it to the sweet hound that had attached himself to you. “What's his name?”

Eris sneered as you gave his well trained pet a piece of bacon, dark brown eyes meeting his like it was a victory, “That is Whiskey.” The Hound seemed to skip away as you stood up, “And you will not spoil him.”

“Says the male who had 3 in his bed last night and the rest all in fluffy dog beds that a nicer than what some poor lower fae have.”

“They are orthopedic. Smoke hounds require comfort for their limbs,” his tone was definitely defensive. Almost parental. “They are faithful companions. They deserve comfort.”

You were thankful for your ability to hide laughter, but your eyes began to betray you. This male was not the one you knew, the one who you believed left your dear friend for dead. “To answer the earlier question, it's limitless, like Tamlin's ability, only less effort and my scent is hidden.”

“So you can spend my coin today,” he tossed the bag casually on the counter. He moved the pan from the heat before reaching around you, “You are even beautiful in the morning.” He'd carry the torch for you. He'd carry it even if you rejected the bond, as pathetic as that was.

Day two with him was filled with heated glances that grew the more he showed you who he was. Touches that lingered as he took you from shop to shop, purchasing candies, clothing, books.

He was a handsome male. You'd be a fool to lie if you said otherwise.

The third evening is when things became more. The bond was humming, desperate for anything to happen between you two. Music was playing softly as you two read again. You books on the history of Autumn, Eris a novel he refused to let you see the cover of. His fingers swayed his bookmark in a small dance, the movement as smooth as you had witnessed as he and Nesta glided across the floors of Hewn City.

“You're staring,” He said without looking to you. “Did your high lord never teach you it's impolite to stare?”

“Maybe if your bookmark wasn't waving all over the place while you read your smut,” you muttered back at him. Amber eyes met yours, brows raised as he mouth tried to formulate a response.

“It's not smut. It's a love story!”

You snatched the book from him, the brief contact of your body against his making the bond pound, “Her body sang for him. Each roll of his hips setting fire to her veins,” Your voice reading those lines had the scent in the air shifting. He could no longer mask his need for you as he took a deep breath. “His length filled her, reaching places inside of her she'd never find without him, pulling sob after sob from swollen lips as she held to him.”

“Enough.” He grabbed the novel back and drank his whiskey like a shot as he stared at you now.

No more words passed as you tell held eye contact.

No pointed remarks. No jokes.

The music seemed to fade as the bond began ringing in your ears.

2 years. 2 years if knowing who your mate was. 2 years without even so much as a kiss.

It was finally too much. You had never enjoyed slow burn romances. Why turn this into one when the longing lingered all the same.

Perhaps he closed the gap. Or maybe you did, but it happened. His lips on yours in a passionate kiss, dominating you quickly by tugging your hair back to angle your head.

There was no looming war. No assassinations waiting to happen. No lingering past wounds. Not as he lifted you, laying you down infront of the fire place.

Not as he pulled your shirt off, then his own.

Not as he kissed down your body, nipping and marking his favorite places to remind him to spend more time there later. Neither of you could wait. Neither of you wanted to.

Your bodies were born ready and aching for each other. Like two halves forced apart and just waiting to collide.

Even in the heat of this moment, he looked at you, eyes searching for a sign of doubt, for anything that didn't ring a resounding yes. All he found was lust. Heavy deep want weighing on both of your souls.

He reminded you that you two were nothing more than stardust. Stardust given life and form. Needs and wants. A chance.

You understood the book now as he filled you, stretching you after time spent without a partner. You understood that now, too. Understood why Lucien was all too happy to wait as well.

It had never felt like this. Sex had never felt like coming home. Like your soul was nurtured as he wrapped your legs around his hips. As he moved, he used the bond to instantly get his feedback. He wanted you to sing for him, to cry his name, and when he found that soft spot inside of you, he knew he could have it.

His movements focused on that spot as you grabbed his forearms, back arching off the ground for him, mouth falling into a silent scream.

“Look at me, y/n,” he panted. “Look at me when I make you see the heavens.”

His thumb moved to your clit, circling and rolling it in time with his hips, watching as your breasts bounced.

There wasn't an inch of you Eris wasn't instantly falling in love with. You were exquisite. Not too thin, curves in all the right places. Muscles strong and flexible.

“You are better than I dreamed,” he moaned. “A muse hidden to all but me.”

You whispered his name, eyes squeezing shut as the coil began to build and tighten. He would be the death of you. You of him if he wished, “Eris.”

“Sing for me, my fire.”

The coil built more and more, “Eris!”

He kept pushing and kept hitting that spot. He wouldn't last, not with the way you two fit like a puzzle. With the way your warmth hugged him. But you were also there, dangling from the edge by a string Eris held in his hands.

“Eris, please?”

“What do you need,” he whispered. “I want to hear it. Beg for me it.”

Your hands trembled as you moved his hand that wasn't occupied with your sensitive clit to your throat, eyes looking at him in silent understanding.

Life had not been gentle or kind to you, nor to him, love would not be either.

He squeezed softly, only enough to make you feel the euphoria. His pace picked up, driving hard and faster into you.

It was a chain reaction as you hit your high, screaming his name like you had in all of his dreams. He followed you over, groaning loudly before he praised you and worked you through your heightened state. Screams fell to soft whimpers, whimpers to pants.

Eris waited until the shaking set in, until he knew you were done to pull out before standing to grab a cloth to clean you. Soft kisses were shared as he took care of you before wrapping you both in a blanket.

You two said nothing as you processed what happened.

You didn't even mention the mark on his left hip. One that you knew. That matched Mor’s only hidden mark.

You just processed. Processed that you knew deep down that you loved him. Processed that in few days the bargain mark you shared would disappear from you both, fulfilled and nothing more than a smear on your histories.

In a few days, you'd be going back to the Night Court.

And you couldn't help but you find yourself considering if that was truly home.

How could it be when it wasn't where your mate was?

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Kinky cards CGW edition- Round 2: Leo x Alicia

Kinky cards rides again.. round 2. This is from the CGW (Cordonians gone wild) AU. A collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @cocomaxley @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself. Catch up on our other adventures HERE

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Alicia stood in the kitchen plating the lasagna she had made for their dinner. She felt a pair of strong arms snake around her waist, his lips brushed the side of her neck “that smells delicious love.” his smokey voice momentarily dulling her senses. She spun around giving him a quick peck. “How was 4 wheeling with Max?” she grinned grabbing their plates and heading for the table. “It was good, we rode almost all day.. stef was kinda pissed she couldn't come, I told her next time Max can stay home and she can come. How was spa day?” he brought a beer and a glass of wine sitting down.

“It was, ah not bad.” she stuck her fork into her food. Leo gave her his sly smirk “yeah? You fill the girls in on our sexy kinky card night?”

Alicia blushed “it may have come up.. speaking of kinky cards” she got up getting into her purse. She flicked the card out with two fingers, Leo leaned forward grabbing the card.

“movie and chill. Have your partner pick a movie, (no longer then 2 hours) and give him/her and hand job, but don't let them finish before the end credits.” Leo read.

“you picked a new card?” he clocked his brow “I did.”

“so, I pick a movie and tease you for 2 hours?”

“um no, you can pick a movie and I have to tease you for 2 hours.” she smirked “unless… unless you're not up for the challenge?”

Leo scoffed “yeah, ok.. you know I'm up for the challenge. Matter of fact, I'll even let you pick the movie.” “Deal.” she grinned. She had a plan and boy was he going to crack.

A few days later Leo sat on the couch flipping through the channels. “what do you want to watch, there isn't much on tonight Love.”

Alicia walked into the living room DVD in hand “I thought we could watch a movie.” she grinned popping it into the DVD player and joining him on the couch. She flashed the card at him, his face falling slightly. “you wanna play that,  tonight?” “Sure do.” he groaned running his hand down his face “what movie did you pick.” a large grin spread across her face “fifty shades darker.”

as the movie began her hand began palming his length over his sweatpants. He started to harden immediately at her touch. He shifted in his seat. “oh, I'm sorry is this uncomfortable for you? Maybe I should..” she stood pulling down his pants, his stiff length sprang forward. “there, that's better.” she toss them across the room and sat back down grasping his cock pumping him slowly. “that's…  ah. Fuck baby.” he groaned. “mmhmm just focus on the movie.” she giggled. This card would be tricky, if she stroked to much, he wouldn't last the duration of the movie, But just enough he would be potty in her hands.

Leo's breathing became uneven, he was starting to not be able to think straight fuck this card. Leo, you can do this. He thought to himself as his wife jerked her hand with a flick of the wrist “Fuck!” he moaned.

Just as the first six scene of the movie started.  He knew he wasn't going to last, and then it hit him. Two can play this game. His hand slid up her leg settling between her thighs. “Leo, what are you doing? The card says I have to tease you.”

“yes, but it doesn't say anywhere that I can't do the same.” he smirked as his fingers slipped under the soft fabric of her shorts. He worked his fingers through her folds his fingers teasing her wanting center. “mmm you're wet already, all that jerking my cock turning you on love?”

She took a deep breath “You play dirty.”

“Now when have you ever known me to play by the rules l, especially when it comes to your body?” his voice a husky tone as she continued to pump his length.

She felt his fingers travel slightly north as he found that sensitive bundle. He started rubbing loose, slow circles around it before picking up the pace. She let of of the grip she had on his dick as she grasped the couch with both hands. Suddenly he heard a knock at the door. “they'll go away. He continued to rub her clit causing her toes to curl.

The knocking continued. Leo let out a long sigh. Standing up searching for his pants. He grabbed a throw pillow off the couch, he pulled open the door, one hand on his pillow the other on the door. “Yes Bastien?” Leo huffed annoyed. Bastien looked at  Leo, un phased by his naked form. “Liam wanted me to remind you that you two have an important meeting first thing in the morning.”

“I am well aware of this Bas.. he couldn't just text me?” Leo Grunted. “He said it was better to tell you in person. I'll ah, let you get back to it.” Leo slammed the door, tossing the pillow to the side. Quickly returning to his wife

“now. where were we?”

He develed two fingers into her aching core as he continued to work her clit with his thumb. “mmmm fuck Leo.” she rocked her hips bringing herself closer to her release. “oh fuck, I'm gonna.” and then he stopped, cutting her life line.

Her eyes snapped open staring at her husband. “what love? The card says don't let them finish before the ending credits.” he gave her a crooked grin. “oh, is that so? Ok. Rule breaker.” a mischievous smirk flashed across her face. She grasped his cock again pumping slowly. “let's see how you like it.”

She bent over, laying flat on the couch she swirled her tongue around his tip his breath hitched in his throat “wha…  what are you doing love?” she ignored him as she continued to tease his shaft with her tongue. She brought her lips to his swollen tip wrapping them tightly around him as she lowered her head, flicking her tongue as she brought it back up. He shuddered at the sensation. She bobbed her head slowly swirling her tongue around his throbbing cock. Her hand gently cupping his balls. She picked up the pace taking his entire length “fuck, that's, oh fuck baby.” his hands gripped her hair. She let out a loud moan, the vibration rocking him to the core. “oh fuck Alicia. Fuck.” she felt his legs twitch as she lifted her head releasing his length with a pop.

Leo's mouth flew open, she brought him so close and then nothing. A low growl escaped him as he stared at his wife through lost blown eyes as she sat up. He pounced on her, pinning her to the couch. “that was dirty, you don't play fair. And I am proud as shit. But..” he yanked her shorts down and toss them across the room. “I think you need to be punished.”

He dove between her legs flattening his tongue swiping it from her center to her clit as he swirled it around. His lips and tongue working together stucking and flicking as he pumped two fingers into her wanting center. “fuck, Leo yes.” her hands tangled in his sandy colored locks pulling him closer. “Yes, fuck. LEO.” she felt herself getting closer.  He moaned out feeling the way she was coming apart by his touch. “fuck that card.” he swiftly pumped his fingers into her until she screamed out, her juices coating his fingers. He pulled them out sucking them clean. He lined himself up with her dripping center and sunk into her.

“Fuck baby you feel so good.” he thrust his hips at a fast, rough pace. “Fuck, Leo, yes.”

She closed her eyes getting lost in the feeling

“he.. hello? oh hey drake.” her eyes flew open, he answered the phone?! “Leo,  what the fuck?!” she seethed. He snickered “oh, sorry buddy I'm otherwise occupied at the moment.”

“Harder Leo, Fuck!” she hollered, he tossed the phone and gripped her hips pulling her up onto him. She grinded her hips against him and then bounced up and down. his strong hand bringing her down harder against him as he thrust into her. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.I don't know how much longer I can last.” He moaned. And there it was, another knock at the door.

“Was that the door?” Alicia asked, out of breath. Another impatient knock. He continued to thrust into her. A knock again. “Ughhhhhhh.” he let out a frustrated growl. As he lifted Alicia off of him, laying her down on the couch. He stood stomping to the door, jaw clenched. He flung the door open standing stark naked, stiff length standing at attention. “what? What the fuck do you need now Ba… Madeline?”

Madeline stood there wide eyed. “well?” He impatiently asked. “I um, I was told you needed to see me?” she stuttered.  Leo scoffed “Clearly you've been misinformed. If you don't mind I'm in the middle of fucking my wife.” He turned and slammed the door. Leaving a stunned Madeline on the other side.

“The next time someone knocks, they'll  stand there.” he sat back on the couch as she straddled him, lowering herself back onto his hard cock. He gripped her ass as she bounced against him, his thrust in perfect rhythm with her. It didn't take long as he felt her walls flutter around him.

“Leo, fuck yes, yes. Oh fuck yes!” she screamed as she stilled herself, him still thrusting into her, she twitched, grinding her hips against him as her nectar gushed out, coating his length. “oh fuck baby.” he groaned as he thrust deep into her, finding his own release.” her lips crashed down in his. “Looks like we failed that kinky card.” she giggled. “Eh, teasing fun, but I love making you cum.”

She climbed off of him, picking up the remote. She giggled. “what's so funny love?” he clocked his brow. “I'm pretty sure we didn't make it 20 minutes into the movie before you broke the rules.”

“I'm not complaining. But I do think Liam and Anitah need some pay back.” Leo grinned. “Now, should we finish this movie?” he continued. She shook her head “No, I have an even better idea.. ready for round 2 bam bam?”

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