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Warnings: smut [18+ MDNI], Fem!reader, choking, spanking, mature language, p in v, oral (f!receiving), slight implications of angst, defiling Rhysand's study (oops) [If I missed any, let me know]
A/Nโ I reached 500 followers recently, and I just wanted to pop in and drop this off for my acotar besties. Life gave me a short break from all its horrors, allowing me the much needed time to write and decompress after months of feeling like a bowl of reheated soup. I hope I can get back to writing more steadily. Love y'all! I hope y'all like this one โจ๏ธ
The moment you walked through the doors of Rhysand's gathering at the House of Wind, you felt a shift within, and there wasn't an ounce of doubt that Cassian's eyes had found your form.
What was the party for? Hell, if you knew.
Rhys asked you to come, and you had nothing better to do. You hadn't asked many questions.
Wine instantly pulled you in, the glass cool beneath your fingers as you made rounds through a room you once knew so well.
There were new faces all around.
The unfamiliarity gave you something to do other than focus on Cassian's gaze on your backโon the dress you'd chosen specifically because you knew it would torture him.
He deserved a little discomfort.
As the evening progressed, you found yourself slotted in with the inner circle again, as if nothing had changed.
But everything had. New faces. Apparent alliances that'd been forged in her absence.
Rhys had a gorgeous mate whose sisters weren't too far away.
There was a damned Vanserra in their midst, not causing any trouble directly.
Azriel was still a broody fuck, but he smiled more.
It all came as a shock, but it was a good shock?
For the first time all night, you looked at Cassian. He was standing nearby, but further than the group on the couches.
It didn't take a genius to tell he'd been drinking. . . It also didn't take a genius to recognize the obvious, poorly concealed bulge in his pants. . . Or the scent of him: leather, wind, lust, and something warm and spicy that was unequivocally Cassian.
Gods, this could be dragged out.
You smirked behind your wine glass and took a long sip before standing once the others were distracted. You smoothed the dress out, set the glass down with a soft clink, and slipped out a nearby door
The corridors in the House of Wind were moonlit, the windows casting gorgeous patterns on the stone. A door closing, followed by heavy footsteps came soon, and you knew without a shadow of doubt who had followed.
Cassian's calloused hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you before he turned you to face him. โWhere the hell have you been?โ He murmured, his voice almost a low growl.
โSummer Court,โ you answered simply.* โThey're quite welcoming when you don't destroyโโ
โDon't,โ he grumbled, backing you towards the wall. โA century, sweetheart. 100 years of you being gods only know where. . . Then you waltz in like nothing happened, looking likeโfuck.โ His gaze roved shamelessly over the dress, your curves. . . Everything.
You smirked as your back pressed against the cool stone. His body was close and hot, not yet touching, but close enough to feel the heat and see the way his muscles tensed with silent restraint.
โYou speak like you missed me.โ
โOkay, okayโโ you held your hands up in faux surrender. โRight, I shouldn't have left, but I was tired of arguing about stupid shit, Cass. I came back because Rhys asked me to.โ
โWould you stay?โ He muttered as his arm slowly slid around your waist.
Your eyes searched his hazel depths, your head tilting to the side as you pondered. You had been away for a while. You had missed him, all things considered. You only got one mate, and even with petty arguments and even more petty actions, you still loved him.
A sigh escaped before you could stop it.
โI'd need a damn good reason to stay.โ
Cassian smirked and lowered his head, his breath fanning gently across your ear as he spoke, โI could give you a few really good reasons, sweetheart.โ
Your breath caught, and silence lingered for a moment before his lips pressed against your neck, trailing a path downwards.
โNot in the hall.โ You gently pushed him back despite the heat pooling in your gut, begging for him in ways you'd forgotten. Primal. Unashamed.
He growled, impatience flashing through his eyes. Cassian hauled you over his shoulder before making use of his large stride to bring you to the nearest room with a reasonable flat surface.
It wasn't long before a desk filled with clutter was swept clean and you were laid upon it, his hands braced on either side of you as he leaned over.
His breath was ragged and hot, fanning across the sensitive skin of your neck like a teasing flame. His teeth then nipped sharply at that sensitive point just below your ear, sending a jolt straight to your core, and you gasped, your body unwillingly arching towards him.
He hiked your skirt up, not wanting to bother with the absolute removal. He was a man on a mission, and the mission guided his lips lower and lower until his hands gently parted your thighs, and he pressed a series of hot kisses to the inside of each thigh.
Without a care, he ripped the thin fabric of your panties off.
You gasped suddenly at the cool air against you. โCassโโ
โWhat? You won't be needing those.โ He smirked before he leaned in and ran his tongue right through you.
The argument you were forming died on your lips and became a strangled moan instead.
He was way too good at that.
And when his fingers joined in on the action? They curled at just the right angle and depth that made you let out a loud moan.
You wanted to curse him, but instead, you slid your fingers into his hair, holding him where he rightfully belonged. Between your thighs. Tasting you.
He brought you right to the edge before he stopped and began to lift his head.
You tried to put him back, but he only chuckled.
He removed his fingers from you slowly, deliberately, forcing you to watch through hooded eyes as he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean. His tongue swirled around each digit with exaggerated relish, humming deep in his chest as if he'd never tasted anything better in his life, the sight making a fresh heat pool between your thighs.
Your fingers slipped from his hair.
You rolled your eyes and sat up. You did, obviously, but he was dragging this out.
He leaned back and undid his pants.
The thick length of him sprang free, heavy and flushed, already glistening at the tip. You licked your lips without thinking, and that earned you a low, satisfied chuckle from deep in his chest.
Cassian wrapped one big hand around the base and stroked once, twice, eyes locked on your face like he was daring you to look away.
"See what you do to me?" he rasped. "A century, and one look at you in that fucking dress and I'm this hard."
You didn't get the chance to answer. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over the desk so your chest pressed against the cool wood, ass up.
The new position made your breath hitch.
One rough hand shoved your dress higher around your waist while the other guided his cock through your slick folds, teasing your entrance before he thrust in with one brutal stroke.
The stretch burned so good you cried out, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the desk. He was thick, and the angle had you feeling every inch as he bottomed out.
"Fuck," he groaned, voice wrecked. "Still so tight for me. Missed this pussy."
He set a punishing rhythm right away, hips snapping against your ass, the wet slap of skin echoing through the room. Each thrust pushed you harder into the desk, your breasts aching from the pressure.
When his hand fisted in your hair and yanked your head back, you moaned louder, the slight sting only feeding the fire.
"Quiet, sweetheart," he growled against your ear, even as he fucked you harder. "Unless you want the whole house to hear how well you take me.."
His free hand snaked around your throat. Not squeezing yet, just holding a heavy promise. You pushed back against him, silently begging. Cassian read you perfectly.
His fingers tightened, cutting off just enough air to make the edges of your vision spark. The pleasure sharpened, your walls fluttering around his cock as he drove deeper.
You came hard like that, choking on his name, thighs shaking. He didn't slow. If anything, the way you clenched around him made him feral.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and whining. Before you could protest, he spun you around, lifted you like you weighed nothing, and sat you on the edge of the desk facing him.
Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. He slid back in with a groan, this angle letting him hit that perfect spot inside you.
"Look at me," he ordered.
Hazel eyes dark with lust bored into yours as he fucked you steady and deep. His hand returned to your throat, thumb pressing lightly over your pulse.
Every time you got close again he loosened his grip just enough to keep you hanging there, panting and desperate.
"Greedy, greedy, girl," he murmured, voice rough. "You want to come again already?"
You nodded frantically. He smirked, then pulled out once more. This time, he carried you to the nearby couch, dropping down so you straddled him.
You sank onto his cock slowly, savoring the way he stretched you open in this new position. His hands gripped your ass, guiding you as you started to ride him.
"That's it," he praised, voice low. "Use me. Take what you need."
You braced your hands on his broad shoulders and moved, rolling your hips, grinding down so your clit rubbed against him with every motion. Cassian leaned back, watching you with hooded eyes, one hand still loosely around your throat while the other slapped your ass hard enough to sting.
The sharp crack only made you ride him faster.
He started thrusting up to meet you, the couch creaking under the force. Sweat slicked both your bodies.
When your pace faltered from exhaustion, he took over completely, arms banding around your back as he fucked up into you with powerful strokes.
His teeth found your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
You came again, harder this time, vision whiting out as you clenched around him.
Cassian cursed, flipping you onto your back on the couch without pulling out. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, spreading you wide, and pounded into you with renewed intensity.
The new depth made you scream. His hand returned to your throat, squeezing in time with his thrusts. You could barely breathe, but the lack of air only heightened everything, turning your blood to liquid fire.
"Give me one more," he demanded, voice strained. "Come on my cock again, sweetheart. Let me feel you."
You were helpless to do anything but obey. The orgasm crashed through you like a wave, so intense your whole body shook.
Cassian growled your name, hips stuttering as he finally let himself go. He buried himself deep and came with a guttural moan, pulsing hot inside you, filling you until you felt it leaking out around him.
For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. He stayed inside you, softening slowly, his hand loosening from your throat to stroke gently down your side instead.
Cassian pressed soft kisses to your collarbone, your jaw, your lips, the sudden tenderness a stark contrast to how rough he'd been moments ago.
"Stay," he whispered against your mouth. "I mean it. I'll give you a thousand reasons every damn day if that's what it takes."
You smiled, still catching your breath, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. The House of Wind was quiet around you, the party forgotten. For the first time in a century, everything felt right where it belonged.
He eventually pulled out, but only to gather you against his chest on the wide couch. Strong arms wrapped around you possessively, one hand idly stroking your thigh where his marks were already blooming. You could feel his heartbeat slowing under your cheek, steady and familiar.
"Round two in the shower?" he asked after a while, voice already turning wicked again.
You laughed softly. "Only if you let me be in charge this time."
Cassian's grin was pure sin. "Deal. But I want you to ride my face later."
The deal sent fresh heat curling through your belly, already making you eager for the rest of the night to come. A century apart, and some things never changed.
