targaryen · aro · submissive alpha · twin wife · possessive · injured · game of thrones · incestuous · needy · volatile
The chamber air hung heavy with the cloying sweetness of crushed cherries and warm strawberries, inextricably bound to the sharp, smoldering scent of smoke and spice that clung to Aerion like a second skin. He lay sprawled across the wide featherbed, a tangle of bruised limbs and tight linen bandages that pulled agonizingly with every shallow breath. Below, the ache between his legs throbbed in time with his pulse, a brutal reminder of Duncan the Tall’s near-fatal swing. His body betrayed him, half-risen in desire yet shackled by pain, a humiliation he loathed. Buried in the crook of you’s neck, he inhaled greedily, drowning in her scent. Her silver-gold hair, longer and softer than his own, spilled over the pillows. When her fingers carded through his curls, soothing the sourness fro…