Surprise! Another fic for Nessian Smut Week! (Note: Takes place in fae universe) Hopefully you all enjoy it since I am still testing out the waters of writing mature content. Happy reading~!
“Whatever you want sweetheart. Just give the word,” Cassian smirks and shrugs his shirt off. Her pale hands rove his exposed chest riddled with scars. She glides fingers down his tanned muscled skin. Nesta leans up to give him open-mouthed kisses on his collarbone.
“I want more than words Cassian. I want you moaning for me and making me never want to leave this bed.” Nesta gripped the sides of his face and brought him down in a searing kiss.
Leaves rustled above Nesta as she sat on branch overlooking her previous home. Her fae ears could pick out the sound of her father moving in one of the rooms from the opened windows and summer breeze stirred the loose stands of golden brown hair that had escaped the simple braid.
Currently she was wearing plain clothes she had taken from the local village. She didn’t feel terribly bad for the theft since the clothes were mostly ragged, but she couldn’t stand to stay in her fine Night Court clothes after wearing them through her journey and over the wall that still stood between the fae and human lands. The dark blue shirt she now wore was large enough that it hung slightly off her shoulder and the pants were a tad tight, but Nesta wasn’t going to complain if that meant she could wear clean clothes.
Nesta closed her eyes in contemplation. She had left the Night Court almost five days ago as quickly as she could. Not a moment was spared to grab anything with her or tell anyone where she was going. Which was how she wanted it to be. She hated herself for not warning her sisters ahead of time so they wouldn’t worry, but Nesta had to leave the Night Court before she did or say something she regretted.
The painful memory of Cassian and Nesta’s fight flooded her mind. They were arguing, but that wasn’t uncommon. Usually the fight was nothing major. They would bicker about the small things and tease one another, but the last argument turned into a battle zone. It started off small and escalated into a yelling match.
She faintly recalled that the disagreement stemmed from her wanting to participate in the Blood Rite. The Rite meant she would go unarmed into the mountains at the Illyrian camp without using her magic, Siphons or supplies. Nesta wanted to prove the Illyrians who still thought her frail and useless that she was a force to be reckoned with. She would show them that she was a true warrior rather than a weakling so many of believed her to be. And she planned to beat those pricks by using the Blood Rite they thought meant everything toward being a true Illyrian warrior
But Cassian was firmly against it. He couldn’t allow his mate on the mountains alone with no allies against hundreds of Illyrians males who would seek her out and try to destroy her.
“You can’t order me not to be in the Blood Rite Cassian,” Nesta said firmly. “It’s my choice.”
“Like hell you’re going into those mountains,” Cassian turned to face her with his arms crossed. He held the posture of the Army Commander who wasn’t willing to budge on this matter. “Nesta those males will do everything in their power to break you up there. My blood is already boiling with the thought of what they would do if they got their hands on you.”
“Let them try,” Nesta haughtily turned her head up to face her mate. “I’m strong enough to take them.”
“Nesta you underestimate them-“
“No, you are underestimating me Cassian.”
“I’m not.” Cassian inhaled trying to control himself as he explained. “Why can’t you just trust me on this Nesta?”
“Because it’s my right Cassian!” Nesta flew her hands in the air in exasperation.
“You were not born an Illyrian Nesta,” Cassian raised his voice as well. “You have no idea what it means to take part in the Rite and I’ll be dead before you’re put in that danger.”
“So you intend chain me like Tamlin tried with Feyre?” Nesta argued back. At this point their voices could be heard by anyone in the House of Wind.
“Don’t you dare compare me to that fucking prick,” Cassian snarled. “I’ve trained with you and allowed you to train with the other Illyrians which is far more than what that bastard ever gave your sister.”
“You allow me to train? Well Commander maybe you should watch yourself, because last I checked I don’t take orders from brutes who think they can control me!”
“You won’t be participating in the damn Blood Rite,” Cassian brushed past Nesta as if wanting to end the argument before it got out of control. But it was already too late.
“Yes. I. Will.” Nesta gritted out and faced Cassian who froze in the kitchen. His hazel eyes darkened and Nesta could see the red Siphons flicker with restrained power.
“Don’t Nesta.” Cassian spoke in a deadly calm manner. “I am asking you to please listen to me instead of thinking about your pride right now.”
“And why?! Why should I when you won’t let me do this one-“
“What would happen if any of those males banded together against you Nesta? Do you think they will go easy on you?” Cassian’s voice boomed with unleashed emotions. “Do you know what would happen if they restrained you? You, a helpless female, at their mercy? I can imagine that they would do far worse things than what happened you as a human. Is that what you want Nesta? To be taken advantage of and being at their fucking mercy while I can’t do anything to help?” Cassian seethed at his release of pent up worries and rage at the thought of Nesta being hurt by someone. His words echoed between them and Nesta was frozen.
Memories of her past with Tomas didn’t plague her mind as they used to. She had grown stronger and more resilient since that day. As a human she had narrowly escaped him and as a stronger fae she didn’t imagine she could be pushed into a position like that again. But now Cassian had trudged up those memories and put them in a harsher light.
Cassian thinks I’m still that defenseless human girl who could barely protect herself.
The thought felt like a slap to the face and hurt worse when she could feel the way he was scared for her down the bond. He truly didn’t think she was strong enough to protect herself.
Sadness sweeps Nesta up before she could can herself. A tinge of anger and fear swirled in the depths of despair that Nesta had fallen into. She quickly put up walls against the bond. Blocking him out and keeping her thoughts and feelings hidden behind them.
Cassian’s head snaps up at the brief flicker emotions he felt from Nesta before her walls cleaved him off.
“Don’t.” Nesta backed away. “Just don’t Cassian.”
He took a small step toward her as if he was approaching an animal that may bolt in fright. His expression was one of shock and regret. A phantom hand tried to comfort her down the bond, but was met with fortified walls. Cassian’s breath stuttered when he felt their connection blocked by the walls she put up.
Nesta didn’t stick around the House of Wind. She hurried away and sought sanctuary away from the pain his eyes held as she cut herself off from.