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Nesta held his stare while she swallowed. Swallowed down every ounce of what he'd spilled into her mouth. And then her lips curved upward, a queen triumphant.
Cassian panted, not caring that his cock was still out slick and leaking, only that she was mere inches away and he was going to return this particular favor.
Nesta rose to her feet, eyes flickering to his cock. The heat in her gaze threatened to burn him, and the scent of her arousal wrapped itself around him and dug its claws in deep.
“Take off your pants,” he growled.
Nesta’s smile only grew, pure feline amusement.
He’d fuck her on this table. Right now. He didn’t care about anything else, about the common space they were in or Eris or Briallyn or Koschei or the Dread Trove. He needed to be inside her, to feel that hot tightness around him and claim her as she had claimed him.
Nesta’s fingers slid to the buttons and laces of her pants, and he shook as he watched them free the top button–
Steps scuffed down the hall. A warning. From someone who knew how to remain silent.
Cassian stiffened, then shoved his aching cock into his pants. Nesta heard the sound and moved a few feet away, refastening that top button. Cassian had just finished setting himself to rights when Azriel strode in.
“Good evening,” Azriel said, a small smirk creeping across his face.
Cassian and Nesta both didn’t say a word as Azriel glided around the table and took a seat, the smirk still present on his face. Cassian and Nesta hesitantly sat as well, one on each side of the shadowsinger.
“You didn’t have to stop on my account.”
Nesta nearly spit out her water, glaring at him across the table.
“Your conversation,” Azriel clarified. “I heard you whispering, but your conversation died when I walked in.”
“Az,” Cassian warned.
Still, that smirk was splayed on Azriel’s face as his eyes lingered on Nesta, then slowly moved to scope out Cassian.
He knew. Of course he knew. He was the spymaster of the night court. He knew everything. And all three of them knew that he knew. It was just a matter of who was going to break first.
And what would happen after they did.
The House spawned a delicious meal in front of all of them. Nesta, Cassian and Azriel all remained silent as they ate, that damn smirk never falling off Azriel's face as he chewed, eyes dancing with amusement between the lovers.
Cassian’s mind was reeling, both from Nesta’s dexterous mouth and the ache in his balls knowing what they were about to do and couldn’t. Half of his mind was confused as to why Azriel was still sitting in here torturing him, interested in what the shadowsinger was thinking. The other half of him was furious at Azriel for ruining his night.
Across the table, Nesta was heated too, but not in the way Cassian was. He could see the frustration staining her perfect mouth as she chewed. And he couldn’t help but notice the small smear of lipstick that creeped below the lines of her lips. He wanted to wreck her even further.
Azriel cleared his throat, pulling both Cassian and Nesta’s attention. “I was thinking maybe the three of us could spend some time together tonight.”
Cassian watched Nesta’s eyes narrow on the shadowsinger. “To what end,” she questioned in a throaty voice.
Cassian had to readjust in his seat to keep his temptation in check.
Azriel gave him a quick glance before returning his attention back to Nesta. “Well, Ness, We know one another intimately on the sparring mat, but not so much anywhere else.”
“Az,” Cassian growled.
“I just want to spend time with you. And your mate.” His voice was dark like molasses as spoke.
“I-” Nesta was flustered, it was clear as her cheeks reddened.
“Only if you so please, of course,” Azriel added with the last bite of his meal.
But Cassian couldn’t focus. The blood was pounding hard in his ears. He knew what Azriel meant. He could see the way he was looking at Nesta, basking in the smell of her all over this room. In that very chair Azriel sat in. The shadowsinger had walked in here when he did on purpose. He couldn’t help himself. And in one moment, Azriel went from being his best friend, to being a predator male, preying on his mate.
This time Cassian really did growl.
At that, Nesta stood up, frustration of many flavors radiating off her skin. “I don’t know what you two are playing at, but I need some air…for many reasons. I’ll be in my room.”
She didn’t look back as she walked out of the room, but Cassian almost jumped across the table because of the way Azriel followed the swing of her hips, mouth slightly agape. The sweet smell of Nesta’s desire hung like a perfume in the air, but was mixed with another’s arousal. Azriel wanted Nesta, and for that, Cassian was going to have to kill him. He would kill him.
Then, Azriel turned back around to meet Cassian and his eyes snaked over his body. Desire was still aflame in his eyes as he was staring at Cassian, and fury was replaced with confusion. What was going on?
But as the shadowsinger kept staring, both males' eyes darkened when realization stretched between the two of them.
Azriel didn’t just want Nesta, he wanted Nesta and Cassian together .
A breath caught in Cassian’s throat. His jealousy dissipated, no longer threatened by Azriel’s desire for Nesta. Now, he was intrigued.
“You want…”
“You know what I want,” Azriel said matter of fact.
Now it was Cassian’s turn to smirk. In the many, many years that Cassian and Azriel had been friends, they had shared a few female’s beds together. That was nothing strange between the two of them. But that was long ago in their youth, when they shared the same bed, not really sharing the same female. Certainly not a female that was one of their mates.
His heart started to pound again, and Azriel could see the words passing silently around Cassian’s head. Reaching out, the shadowsinger's scarred hand rested delicately on Cassian’s balled fist, causing it to release its tension.
Their eyes locked. “Only if you're comfortable, Cass.”
“She’s my mate.” It was all he could think to reply.
“I’m aware,” Azriel cooly leaned back in his chair. “That’s part of the appeal.”
A deep grunt erupted out of Cassian at his cavalier remark. He considered the arrangement for a moment and felt the pulsing of his cock, still hard against his pants from Nesta’s warm, wet lips. “Only if Nesta’s comfortable. She might not even go for it.”
“Well, of course. That’s my priority.”
“Mine too,” he challenged. Then shook his shoulders back to nonchalance at Azriel’s amusement over his protectiveness.
“Jealousy suits you.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Shrugging, Azriel stood up, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his pants. “What have you decided?”
Still sitting, Cassian considered it. Nesta and Azriel had so much chemistry on the sparring mat. And he would be lying to himself if watching them sparr didn’t shoot fire through his veins, yes with possession, but also with a thrill. There was something so sexy about watching them move together, and the prospect of achieving that in the bedroom… “How would it work?”
Azriel chuckled, “how ever you want it to work.” He considered it as Azriel added, “we have done this before.”
“Never with Nesta.”
“Never with Nesta,” he agreed and Cassian heard the deeper meaning in his words.
“This is different, Az. She’s different…to me.”
“I know,” Azriel said, a hint of sadness in his voice.
He reached out to the bond with his mate, trying to gauge what she was feeling. Would she even want this? He pulled on the thread that connected them, and all he felt was a deep burning desire radiating towards him. His mouth began to water at the thought of her splayed out on her bed. Waiting for him. Waiting for them.
Azriel peered at him expectantly, and Cassian noted the way he could still smell the other man’s arousal rippling through the room.
“Let’s go ask Nesta.”
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Nesta was sprawled out on her bed, staring at the ceiling. What the hell just happened? First, Cassian's scent of sex was so strong that it was making her dizzy with desire. Then, somehow , she wound up sucking his dick, and falling even harder for him. Then, just as they were about to fuck on the table–just the thought of which had her clenching her thighs–Azriel walked in. And at first, that had been infuriating . But then…
No. She couldn’t think like that. Because Cassian was her mate. And Azriel was his best friend.
But he was also Nesta’s friend. Her incredibly handsome, sexy friend.
As soon as he walked in she could smell him. And she knew it was him because she had smelled him aroused before: when they were sparring. At first she had thought it was just sweat, but when the smell made her stomach churn with delight and she found herself waiting for it, almost craving it…she knew what he was feeling. She couldn’t understand what she was feeling, however.
So when he walked in, just about to catch her with Cassian up to his balls in her, she had been angry with Azriel. But when she thought about it for one more moment and her heart started pumping with the thought of Azriel actually catching them…then she was angry with herself, for wanting that to happen.
Which led to her running away from both of them. Just like she always did when things got complicated. It was just that both of them were so damn sexy. And smelling them everywhere was only making her want both of them more. These fae males were going to be the death of her.
Still sprawled out on her bed, Nesta became restless. She wanted both of them, how was this even happening? She knew that Cassian was her mate, regardless of if she accepted the bond or not. That thought alone made her feel guilty for even thinking about Azriel in that way. But he was thinking about her in that way. And if she was truly honest with herself, she wanted to go down there right now and tell them both that she wanted, needed them.
Right. Now.
It was like she was brainwashed by both of them. The burning that tore through her core fought to destroy her. She stood up with resolve. Heart thundering with the thought of returning to the two of them in their animalistic tension downstairs right now. That only made it better, the fact that they were practically clawing at one another over her. Gods, she was practically panting.
Reaching the door, she took a steadying breath. They had both made it clear that they wanted her, and Azriel had suggested some bonding time between all three of them…This would be a one time thing, just to clear her mind and help her dissect her feelings for each of them.
Yes. This needed to happen. She needed this to happen.
Just as her hand was poised to turn the knob, she heard a frantic knock.
A second passed where Nesta was entirely confused. And then she realized.
Slowly, she opened the door, suddenly sheepish when she had just been full of determination.
A wall of arousal rolled in as the door opened. Two, tall winged males stood in the threshold, their mouths slightly agape with anticipation and hesitation. Cassian was staring at her, practically frozen. With a courteous cough, Azriel elbowed him in the side. But Nesta noted that he looked no better than Cassian.
“Nesta.”
“Yes,” she cooed, expectantly.
Cassian stammered, “Azriel was…well we were both thinking, uh wondering…if you…”
She stared at him, expectantly. Was he going to ask the very same thing that she was going to ask him? Was he really okay with it?
Azriel took over, “look, Ness. There is something going on here.” He gestured between all three of them.
She nodded, her throat suddenly dry.
Cassian continued for Azriel, finally finding his voice that came out smooth. “The three of us living here together, training together everyday has opened up something between us.”
“Something that has been gnawing at me, and I think Cassian too.”
“And me too,” she added. That shut them both right up.
Then Cassian squeaked out, “what?”
“I hope that I wasn’t misreading you both, but I have been feeling the tension too.” Then, with a hint of courage, “and smelling it too.”
Cassian’s eyes darkened and Azriel’s glazed over with lust. Yes, this is exactly what they had come up to say.
“If you came up here to finish what we started downstairs, you are one smart male, Cass.” Then she directed her attention to Azriel, trailing her eyes up and down his muscular body. “And if you came up here to follow through on that proposition you made, then you are a second smart male.”
She turned around, throwing her door all the way open–and her ass back and forth–beelining for her bed. Just to get them going even more.
She fell back and leaned on her hands, sizing the both of them up. The two oafs just continued to stand there, staring at her.
For a brief moment, she was worried that she had misread the situation.
But then Cassian strode into the room and asked, “are you sure, Ness?”
She sat up a bit, looking her mate in the eye. This male has stood with her through so much and even if she still hadn’t accepted the bond, she also didn’t want to betray him. “Are you sure? Are you okay with this, with Az?”
He took a deep breath, eyes still dark and gaze still haunting. “I want you and I want you to be pleased. Az and I are big, strong males and I trust him. If you trust him and are okay with it, so am I.”
“Now that was one of the sexiest things you’ve ever said.”
The pair flipped their focus over to the shadowsinger hanging in the door, thick arms crossed over his chest with a smirk on his face again. “Don’t let me interrupt. Again,” he added.
Nesta chuckled to herself, and pushed through any embarrassment she had about engaging in a threesome with both Cassian and Azriel. This was something of her fantasies now playing out before her. “This was your idea, Az. I want you to boss us around.”
Cassian laughed at the boldness of his mate, planting a quick kiss on her shoulder.
Meanwhile, Azriel exhaled and Nesta couldn’t help but notice the way his pants inflated. He strolled into the room completely now, closing the door behind him. Before, they would have closed the door to give them privacy from him, but with all three of them in her room, she realized there was no need to close the door anymore. But she didn’t stop him. It made her feel more secure.
“Pick up right where you left off downstairs. Just as I will,” Azriel purred. He pulled the chair away from her desk and planted himself on it, facing it directly towards the bed. His hand moved slowly down to the front of his pants as he slowly began to massage himself.
The breath caught in Nesta’s throat as she realized what he wanted, and her core turned molten at the thought. He wanted to watch them.
Cassian took Azriel’s words as law and turned to Nesta, not letting watching eyes distract him. He leaned into her ear, hands reaching to her waist, and whispered, “where were we?”
Nesta’s eyes fluttered closed at the feel of his breath on her neck. And the thought of what he was going to do to her. “I believe you were going to fuck me on the kitchen table. But I guess a bed will do.”
“Take off your pants,” he growled.
Nesta moved to unbutton her pants, and sighed with delight that she was actually able to get them off this time. Cassian followed suit. And suddenly the two of them were standing before each other in their underwear and clutching to one another's waists. Nesta let out a soft moan.
And so did Azriel.
Nesta jumped ever so slightly, forgetting that he was there. She peered over Cassian’s shoulder and in between his wings to see Azriel’s eyes staring directly at her, hand still massaging himself over his pants.
It was so hot to watch him touch himself.
Cassian caught her gaze and smirked, twisting them around so her back was facing the shadowsinger.
“This might be a better view for you, Az,” Cassian laughed. His hands reached down and grabbed her thick ass, fingers playing with the lacy edges of her panties.
Azriel groaned at the sight.
Nesta peered over her shoulder, to meet his eyes, “tell us what to do spymaster. Give us commands.”
Cassian took to kissing her neck, nipping at the skin with delight, letting the two of them have a moment.
For a second, Azriel didn’t say anything, just watched, then, he said, “Cass, pick her up.”
Immediately, the grip Cassian had on her ass tightened and he pulled her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. Meanwhile, his lips never left her neck, moving from nipping to sucking at the sensitive skin. She moaned with pleasure, now feeling his manhood at her center, only their underwear separating them.
“Take off your shirts, too.”
She smiled at the command, breaking for as little time as they could to each take off their shirts. Cassian and Azriel both gasped at the same time when they both realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Almost completely exposed, Nesta flipped her hair over her shoulder and could feel two sets of fae eyes on her from both directions. Cassian resumed his love affair with her neck and she tilted her head back to give him more access.
“Take her to the bed, Cass.”
She felt her mate start to walk.
Then Azriel added, “but do NOT lay her down.”
Against her neck he said, “don’t worry, I’m gonna keep her right here in my lap.”
Now seated on the bed, Nesta felt him press into her right where she needed him and began to grind on him to feel the pleasure and sighed into his hair, her fingers lacing in the luscious locks right after.
Azriel moaned at the sight and it lit Nesta on fire. “Az, are you gonna–”
“I don’t think I told you to speak, Ness.”
“Yes but–”
“Ness!”
“Ugh,” she moaned, with feral, amused pleasure.
Just then, Cassian’s kisses started to trace across her throat and down to her collar bone. She sucked in a gasp as he traveled even lower and moved to nipping at her exposed breasts.
Just then, Nesta heard a belt unbuckle and she melted into Cassian even further with the thought of Azriel stroking his bare cock at the sight of them. She hadn’t even seen him do it and just the mental image destroyed her.
She dared a peek and saw him with his cock in his hand, eyes lazily watching them. When he saw her looking at him, he winked. The bastard! But if it didn’t light a fire in her veins.
“Az…”
“Shhhh.”
“Ness, don’t deny him. He doesn’t like when others battle him for power.”
Cassian’s words poured over her nipples and had her whimpering for him. “Okay, well then Cass, can you–”
The floorboards creaked as footsteps pounded across the room. A hand laid on her shoulder as she was pulled back slightly from Cassian’s lips.
He laughed at the lack of contact, “I told you he doesn’t like usurpers, Ness.”
She looked between the two males with anticipation.
“You are being a little uncooperative,” Azriel’s voice was gravelly. “I think it’s time you both have a little more tough leadership.”
Sidling up behind her, his scarred hands grazed her naked skin on the sides of her breasts, but kept moving all the way down to her waist. Gently, he pulled her up so she was standing in front of him. Cassian was sprawled in front of both of them with adoration filling his eyes. And to be completely honest, she couldn’t tell if it was for her or the shadowsinger. In reality, it was probably both.
Pulling her back even more, Azriel took a step back. She leaned against his chest and his hands moved from her waist to her hips, guiding her back against him. She felt his large cock pressed against her ass and let out a small gasp that he met with a groan. He slipped his fingers into the lace of her underwear and moved them over her hips, letting them fall to the floor and pool around her feet.
Cassian watched them and took his own underwear off, now completely naked on her bed. She had imagined him naked in her bed countless times and was doing everything possible to keep from ripping out of Azriel’s hands and pinning him against the sheets.
She knew he felt that thought, possibly even heard the thought down the bond, because he growled like an animal, a hint of jealousy in his eyes seeing his mate in another male’s arms.
But then, Azriel turned her around to face him and let go of her. Slowly, he peeled off his own clothes, never taking his eyes off her own.
Ever so slowly, she reached out a hand, and then a single finger, and trailed a nail down the inside of his wing. Azriel closed his eyes at the touch, pleasure coating his entire body. His cock pulsed with the touch.
And then she let go.
His eyes flew open. And she smirked at the hold over him that she knew she had.
Then he said to Cassian, “get over here. We need you.”
Two pairs of hands found her waist, and she didn’t ignore the way Cassian’s and Azriel’s fingers slipped over each other just as much as they were playing with the soft skin of her midriff.
Eyes closed in pleasure and anticipation, she whispered, “now what, shadowsinger?”
“Do not call me shadowsinger. Not in here.”
She purred in response at the way his voice bellowed through the room.
More to himself than the others, Azriel said, “I cannot believe this is happening.”
“Why not?” she softly asked.
“I’ve only ever dreamed about this. It’s like you were made by the gods,” then his breath caught in his throat, “for Cassian. Of course.”
Her eyes opened at that and saw how his eyes traced around the room, anywhere but at her. And Cassian.
But behind her, Cassian was busy worshipping her neck again. But he must have felt the tension because he said, “let me speak for both of us. Ness, we are yours. Both of us.”
That steadied Azriel and he smiled, genuinely this time. “Yes, both of us.”
She smiled too and leaned back into Cassian to show him her appreciation in this conversation as well. “Then stop saying it and start acting like it. Both of you.”
The raw, territorial power of their fae instincts kicked in as both males growled with ferocity at the same time. Azriel leaned into Nesta and nipped at her ear before leaning past her to whisper something she couldn’t make out in Cassian’s ear.
But in the moment, she was pressed between the muscled chests and hard abs of both males and practically fainted at the feeling. Their cocks were hard against both her front and back and she shifted, trying to get either one to meet her right where she needed them. But they were insistent on keeping her on edge for almost the whole night now.
She purred with the feeling of being pressed between the both of them and with that sound, she felt them hold her there even longer, four hands roaming all over her, some pinching at her nipples, others teasing at the sensitive skin on her inner thighs.
“Please,” she begged to either of them, both of them.
With that, they both backed off, leaving her cold and burning up all at the same time.
Her eyes flicked between both of them, about to beg she was so desperate. “Please, Cass, Az, I need you. Both of you!”
Cassian appeared at her ear behind her and she could hear the feral smile on his lips as he said, “we were hoping you would say that.”
Just then his hands found her waist once more, but the grip was different. This time, he was commanding, and gods she loved when he tossed her around.
Cassian pulled Nesta’s hips back towards him, and just as she was about to try to hold herself up with her core as she bent low, Azriel’s hands were there, keeping her steady and relieving the pressure of trying to hold her body up.
Hands still on her hips, she felt Cassian’s length nudge at her entrance. She was on display for him and the brush of him at her core filled her with desire. She moaned deeply.
“Ness, you are so wet for us.”
The use of the word “us” made her nipples ache.
Still with Cassian stroking up and down her center without fully entering her, Azriel took a step forward. He moved her hands from his own and placed them on his hips. Arching her back, she realized what they had planned.
She peered up at him and he stared down at her with wanting, with pleasure, with adoration.
Then, Azriel took another step forward and she brushed her lips against his tip just as Cassian’s tip started to rub the apex of her thighs. She sighed onto Azriel’s manhood and it was as if all three of them had breathed the same breath and let it out at the exact same moment.
Down the bond, she felt Cassian’s heartbeat sync up with hers. But there was something else. Someone else. There was a third heartbeat, and she didn’t just hear it. On that same golden thread she shared with Cassian, she felt Azriel’s heartbeat as well.
At the exact moment his heartbeat synced with the mated pair, Cassian burrowed himself deeply inside Nesta and she took Azriel fully in her mouth.
The world faded away and it was just the three of them connected through the same breath. Cassian’s strong hands moved her over him in time with her lips sliding over Azriel’s cock. They moved in time with one another, and when one moaned, the other two followed. Nesta’s eyes rolled with pleasure, feeling herself rising higher with needs, desires, and temptations.
She wanted these two males to destroy her. And she was close to getting her wish.
With just that thought, Cassian took on a more aggressive rhythm, reaching the depths of her that had her practically screaming around Azriel’s dick, which she had sliding deeper and deeper down her throat, yet it still was somehow not deep enough. Azriel’s hands were in her hair, gripped but not pushing, while Cassian’s were on her hips leaving bruises that she hoped would stick around for weeks. Her back arched as she became the bond that stretched between the three of them.
She took one quick second to murmur against Azriel’s tip, “you’re both going to push me over the edge.”
Resuming her devouring of Azriel’s manhood, she felt Cassian’s hands find her ass, squeezing there just as hard. The shadowsinger's devilish hands trailed down and found her nipples.
She quickened her pace on his cock with the touch of his fingers on her breasts. Feeling her speed up, Cassian drove into her even harder, growling with pleasure.
Then, Azriel spoke up. “We’re all going to finish together.”
The words alone almost had her screaming both their names, but she held it back, waiting for Azriel to instruct them.
She swirled her tongue around his velvet head and dug her nails into his strong hips. His wings rustled as they flared open and Azriel called to them both, “gods, now. Please, now!”
And just like that, she heard Cassian growl as he filled her up. At the same moment Azriel spilled his seed into her mouth, and she sucked it down with pleasure. With one final, slick thrust into her, Nesta came with a moan onto Azriel.
A satisfied sigh filled the air, and it could’ve been any of the three of them who released it. Maybe it was all three. Either way, Nesta couldn’t have been more content.
She stood tall and stretched her back. Then both Cassian and Azriel planted a kiss on each of her cheeks.
Her hand linked with Cassian’s. Azriel saw, and shied away, taking a step back towards his clothes.
“Az,” she called. “Wait.”
He turned around, eyes glazed with satisfaction, but also a hint of leftover desire. Desire for something more.
“Come back.” Nesta reached her other hand out and laced it with his. In each of her hands she had two precious males, both incredibly important to her, both incredibly amazing.
Cassian led them both to Nesta’s bed, kissing her softly before pulling her down to lay against his side. Keeping her hand locked with Azriel’s, she pulled him down too, and gave him a soft kiss as well.
The desire in his eyes was satisfied as he smiled at her, and then Cassian, who smiled back. Something sang between the three of them, connecting them together and causing serenity to wash over Nesta.
Together, the three of them curled up on her bed, all snuggled under one blanket. She had never felt more protected, cared for or valued. All three of them drifted off to sleep tucked into one another and breathing in the same rhythm, finally at peace.