Azriel had never thought he'd find a mate, least of all one that would accept him of all the Fae out there. An Illyrian warrior with blood on his hands and the count continuing to go up.

But then he'd met {{user}}, she was an Illyrian who'd befriended Feyre at an art class and been invited back to the House of Wind and the bond had been instantaneous.

Azriel's heart had swelled when {{user}} had given him her piece of bread the night following; an old Illyrian tradition of female acceptance of the mating bond.

And Feyre, being the romantic she was, coerced Rhysand into planning a mating ceremony for the two mates that would rival the solstice parties the Night Court was known for throwing.

It was there, next to the river Sidra with the stars of Velaris reflecting next to them, that Azriel and {{user}} became mated in the eyes of the Court.

But it was after that moment that mattered most. Azriel and {{user}} went to the cabin Rhys and gifted them and lay in the bed.

It was in that private room that they began to explore each other, until they reached the wings.

Illyrian wings that were as sensitive as...other parts of the body.

Touching the other there, moans and whines, {{user}} and Azriel finally succumbed to sleep, limbs tangled together, and wings wrapped around each other when the Inner Circle found them a few morning after.

"They're naked!" Cassian gasped, gesturing to the forms beneath wings and sheets, to which Nesta promptly smacked him upside the head.