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I crunched my brows and blinked at her from where I was stretched out on my bed, on my back, my head hanging over the edge of the mattress.

"Huh?"

Feyre's lips curved into a grin, and she raised her brows and let her gaze drag through my room pointedly. I craned my neck and cringed slightly when my eyes flickered over the abandoned clothes thrown over the carpet and clothing rack, the chaos on my desk and the books and pillows strewn everywhere, paths dotted through the mess from where I had aimlessly wandered around, huffing and scowling.

I winced before turning my gaze back towards Feyre, just in time to see her eyes flicker over the lace of my bralette.

Something in my stomach twitched and twisted, and Feyre blinked, tearing her gaze away and looking down at my face, grinning lightly. “Are you okay?”

“Peachy.” I wriggled my hips to get more comfortable, sending her a smirk.

Feyre snorted. “Bullshit.” She pushed off the doorframe, hestating before narrowing her eyes at me a little, her lips curving. “Does it have anything to do with that guy from the gym this morning?”

I snorted, mumbling “Partially.” under my breath.

“You know him?” Feyre trudged through the mess I had left on the carpet, stepping over my clothes before plopping down next to me on the ground. The scent of her perfume washed over me, warm and addicting as usual, and I sighed.

“Yeah, we had a bit of a thing, but – that was last year, and it didn't last and wasn't anything serious anyway.” I waved my hand dismissively

Feyre hummed, and from the corner of my eye, I saw her grey eyes drag over my face.

“A thing?” There was something laced through her voice, though cheeky, that made my spine tingle a little.

“Yeah.” I grimaced as I reached under my back, twisting my arm to pull a pair of bunched sweatpants out from under me, sending them hurtling through the room until they landed on the hamper.

Feyre raised her brows. “You mean, like –“

I felt my lips curve in amusement as I turned my head to grin back at her cheekily.

“Like we had a thing? A fling? Casual sex? Fucking? Getting it on?" Feyre groaned, and I giggled and raised my brows. "Do you want me to find more cringy synonyms?”

Feyre huffed, but her lips quirked into a wide grin when she leaned my way, lightly bumping her shoulder against my forehead. “Fuck off.”

Snickering, I turned my head back ahead.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Feyre's gaze flicker towards me, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she seemed to hesitate, and I tried to ignore the soft twisting feeling in my stomach.

“Was that before or after…”

My brain needed a second to keep up with her slow words. Then my heart did a skip, and I turned my head towards her as images flashed through my mind, a little blurry with alcohol, of the room across the hall, an addicting scent filling me lungs and my back arching off the mattress –

I blinked, feeling my lips twitch even though suddenly, heat was pooling between my legs.

“Eh. Before.” Crunching my brows and tearing my eyes away before they could stray towards Feyre´s teeth still digging into her bottom lip, I turned my head to stare back at the upside down wall in annoyance. “Anyway, it's not really about the guy, it's more about what seeing him reminded me of.”

“And what's that?” Feyre seemed to tear herself out of whatever thoughts were running through her head, dropping her head against the mattress as she raised her brows at me.

I huffed grumpily.

“How long it's been since I got laid.”

Feyre blinked. Then she squinted. “How long?”

“Months.” I raised my brows. “Literally.”

Feyre´s lips turned upwards. “Really?"

I huffed and glowered at her. "What?"

"Nothing." Feyre's eyes twinkled as she sent me a cheeky grin. "Just didn't think you'd have trouble finding someone to release some tension."

Something in my stomach dipped, and I slowly started to grin widely. "Really? Why's that?"

Feyre rolled her eyes, grumbling, her cheeks tinging a soft pink. "Don't think I'm gonna tell you you're hot or something, that would just boost your ego."

"It needs boosting." I raised my brows with a wide, cheeky smile, and Feyre snorted a laugh like she couldn't help it, her eyes crinkling and freckles shifting.

Something swerved in my chest and my stomach.

"Fine." She twisted to stare at me, slowly smirking a little as her eyes slowly dragged over mine. "I think that you are annoyingly, distractingly hot..."

My heart pulsed as I stared back at her, feeling my lips curve slowly and a thrum growing between my legs. Then I blinked, smiling cheekily as I bit down on my lip and raised a brow. "Boosted through the ceiling."

Feyre snorted, a grin breaking over her face as she flicked my forehead, and giggling, I turned my head back ahead, sighing. "Anyway, I'm frustrated.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Feyre's gaze dart towards me, and how she shifted slightly on the spot.

“Frustrated? Or,”, she raised her brows, “frustrated?”

I snorted before sitting up with a soft groan, twisting around to face her laborously while raising my brows.

“Frustrated. Really frustrated; like – I would climb the next person walking through that door –“

Feyre blinked, her body going rigid, and I snickered.

“Don't worry, I won't.” Sighing deeply, I crossed my legs. “Though I should. Really, I don't think this is healthy, I'm wound so tight -”

Feyre's gaze seemed to be pulled down to the lace of my bra and down to the soft sleeping shorts I was wearing, and my breath hitched a little, something twisting in my stomach.

“Anyway.” I blinked again before huffing softly, trying to cover the way I could suddenly feel something pool between my thighs. “I don't have anyone to hook up with, and I can only handle this for so long, and it's getting really difficult -”

Feyre moved a little, shifting her hips again. Then one corner of her lips quirked into a light grin, her eyes dragging over mine as she blinked and arched a brow.

“Too bad we agreed that us fucking was a one time thing.”

My gaze darted up, something swerving sharply in my lower stomach as again, for a second, all I could think of was hazy moans, messy kisses and a bare body rocking against mine.

For a second, Feyre looked like she regretted even opening her mouth. But then she just swallowed, her eyes looking molten as they flickered over my face.

Staring at her, I felt something thrum between my legs as one corner of my lips tipped up just slightly, my voice cheeky but a little hoarse when I mumbled: “Yeah…”

I blinked and felt my lips curve into a teasing grin, as if there wasn't suddenly heat flooding my spine, Feyre's perfume filling my lungs and my gaze magnetically pulled in by the curve of her breasts under her short top. “And who's to say we'd to it again sober?”

Feyre huffed.

“Oh, c'mon; you know just seeing you in a fucking bra makes me want to –“ She broke off abruptly.

Suddenly, the thrum between my legs hardened. Slowly, I felt my lips curve cheekily. “Yes?”

Feyre glared at me, but something shifted in her eyes, mirroring the teasing grin I was wearing.

“Take it off.” Her eyes dragged down my body, and I could see the second her eyes became a little hazy, tracing the curve of my chest.

For a second, I stared at her, now slightly wide eyed, something thrumming harshly between my legs. Then I blinked.

“I'd be cool with that.”

Feyre's eyes shot up to meet mine, disbelieving, and I blinked again, quickly raising my brows.

“I mean – we fucked once already,", Feyre's pupils blew, "and – technically, it doesn't count, because we were pretty drunk,”, I blinked, nodding grudingly, “okay; it does kinda count, because we still remember, but that also means we know that it was really fucking good, well, I do anyway, which means I still think about it, and,”, I breathed out, “I really wanna do it again.” I crunched my brows, the words just spilling from my lips. “And I'm not just saying that because I'm extremely horny; I mean, it definitely factors in me actually saying it, but –“, I couldn't help the way my eyes dragged over Feyre's body, something twisting sharply in my lower stomach as wetness pooled between my legs, “yeah, no, I was definitely thinking about it before that too.”

Feyre stared at me, swallowing as her eyes quickly darted over me like she couldn't help herself, making the thrum between my legs harden. Her pupils dildated, and I nearly moaned a little when her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

Shifting in space, I swallowed.

“I really don't wanna pressure you, but I'm starting to get really, really turned on, so,”, I smiled breathlessly, raising my brows cheekily, “a decision would be great.” I blinked, adding hastily: “I mean, I'd totally get it if you don't want to or think that it'll make things weird, or –“

Feyre pushed herself to her feet, and the words died in my throat when she turned around.

Something dipped in my chest, and I tried not to wince, swallowing harshly as I watched her make her way towards the door.

Feyre reached for the doorhandle, and she pushed the door close, turning around.

I blinked, something twisted in my lower stomach, and I bit down on my lip to keep my lips from curving into a stupidly wide smile as suddenly, heat rose between my legs. I shifted on the spot to ease the thrum, gain some friction and tipped my head to the side with a cheeky grin.

“Now what?”

Feyre huffed, but her grey eyes twinkled as one corner of her lips rose and she hooked her fingers under the waistband of her loose pyjama pants and slid them down. My throat dried as my gaze tracked over her legs, the curve of her hips under the high waistband of her slip, and I chewed on my bottom lip, shifting my body.

Beginning to make her way back over slowly, Feyre dragged her top over her head and dropped it onto the heap of clothes already strewn around over my floors, and I felt myself pulse around nothing as my lips parted, my eyes flickering over the curve of her breasts against the thin material of her bra.

“Now I'm gonna put you out of your misery.” Feyre's eyes were twinkling as she sent me a cheeky smile, her knee pressing into the mattress, and I slid back, my legs falling apart as my heart began to pound against my ribs.

“Oh yea-“

Feyre's breath brushed over my lips, and my own caught in my throat. Then she moved her head to the side, and my eyes fluttered shut when her nose ran down my jaw, her fingers pushing my hair over my shoulder before her lips pressed slowly against my neck.

A soft, shuddering breath left me, and my head tipped to the side, something beginning to pulse between my legs when Feyre carefully traced her lips down my neck, leaving slow kisses, nipping lightly at my skin and running her tongue over the bruises, causing a soft sound break from my lips as I squirmed, wetness pooling into my panties.

Dropping her head, Feyre traced her nose down over my skin, and everything in me twisted when she ran her tongue over the lace covering my nipples.

A broken moan shook through me, and I could feel my nipples tightening, the pinch of pleasure making my head fall back when Feyre hooked her fingers under the strap of my bra and slowly pulled it over my shoulder and down until my breast spilled out of the cup.

Feyre's tongue flicked over my nipple; my eyes flew open and down, and her hazy grey iris stared up at me when her hand closed around my breast and she opened her lips, sucking my tit into her mouth as far as possible.

Another moan shuddered through me, leaving my insides twisting as Feyre hollowed her cheeks, her tongue pressing against my nipple, and my eyes rolled back when her hand freed my other breast and started kneading it, rolling my nipple between her fingers.

My back arched, and Feyre ran her tongue over my skin, slowly cirling my nipple before pulling it into her mouth, sucking gently. I whimpered under my breath, twitching and squirming as my hand flew up to slide into her hair, and Feyre's eyes fluttered, a moan breaking from her throat that made my lips part.

“Fuck,”, she whispered breathily and licked over my nipple, flicking her tongue over it, sucking it until it was so tight, the pleasure caused my hips to jerk. “I love your tits.” She moved over to the other, lightly nipping my skin. "So soft." She kitten-licked over my nipple, sucking it into her mouth until I moaned. “Wanna watch them bounce when you ride my tongue.”

Everything in my stomach tightened as my hips rolled against nothing, and Feyre moaned softly, her breath quick against my sticky skin when she flicked her tongue over my nipple.

A shuddering whimper left me, and Feyre moved, her lips trailing over my skin as she pushed forward.

“Sounds like a plan.” My breath was quick even as I managed to grin cheekily, and Feyre gently bit my bottom lip and pulled.

“Hm.” Her hum was breathy when she sent me a grin, her eyes twinkling. “And I can think of at least ten more ways to fuck you.”

My insides twitched and shuddered, and Feyre leaned forward and kissed me.

My stomach twisted. Her lips tasted like peppermint and chocolate, soft and plump as they caught mine hungrily, and I leaned forward with a soft moan, kissing back deeply. Feyre made a hoarse sound, her hand sliding to my ass, and she moved, pushing me back until I sank onto the mattress. Feyre's fingers slipped up to curl into my hair, tipping my head back, then her tongue slid into my mouth, unhurried and making my toes curl and hips buck, a soft groan breaking from her throat when I slipped my hands over her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and running my thumbs over her nipples when I dragged my tongue over hers.

Feyre moaned, the breathy sound causing my heart to tip, and she shifted, lightly rocking her hips against mine. I arched into her at the jolt of pleasure shooting up my stomach, my legs hooking over her ass as I moaned, kissing her harder, deeper, the thrum between my legs growing hotter and hotter. The quiet sounds breaking from Feyre's throat made my stomach twitch as her tongue darted out, tracing my lips, and when I parted them, Feyre licked into my mouth, swallowing my groan as I pushed my tongue against hers.

Breaking away, breathing heavily, Feyre dipped her head, lips latching onto my nipple, and I moaned breathlessly when she looked up at me, kneading my breast and sucking harshly.

My head fell into the sheets, and my back arched when Feyre's lips dragged over my chest, moving further down. Her fingers hooked into my shorts as she left slow, open mouthed kisses on my stomach, her teeth grazing my skin and causing my eyes to roll back. Her tongue dragged over my skin, then she slowly pulled my shorts down, and I raised my hips as she slid them down my legs. Her breath ghosted over my soaked underwear, and my hips twitched as her hands pressed against the inside of my thighs, spreading them until my body shuddered.

Feyre moaned softly, her nose brushing over my core, and I could see her hips squirm.

“Shit, you're wet.” Her voice was throaty, and my mouth fell open when she pressed an open mouthed kiss onto my underwear, her tongue tracing my clit through the fabric, and my head fell back as a moan spilled from my lips.

"Oh shit –“

Feyre's fingers hooked under the waistband of my panties and pulled them down my thighs, and I squirmed at the feeling of cool air hitting my wet clit, my thighs closing on instinct, but Feyre forced them apart, fingers brushing over my skin as she dipped her head. I looked down just in time to see her eyes rise to meet mine, then she slowly ran her tongue up through my folds.

Curses slipped past my lips, almost drowning the low sound leaving Feyre as her eyes closed for a second like she couldn't help it, tongue curling a little, glistening with wetness when she mumbled: “Fuck, you taste so good.” She dipped her head again, eyes moving to meet mine, and my lips fell open without a sound when she closed her lips around my clit.

My insides twisted, leaving my body writhing and fingers digging into the sheets as Feyre started to slowly suck and lick my clit. Her eyes never left my face, glazed over, and my head fell back, breathless sounds leaving my lips that made my stomach tighten when her hands pressed onto the inside of my legs, spreading them apart further. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she kept alternating between sucking my clit and running her tongue over it, either in slow strokes or gently flicking it, hot breath hitting my skin. Sometimes she came up for just a few seconds, nipping at my stomach, licking over the forming bruises before lowering her head again to move back in, making my breath hitch and soft moans leave my lips. I could see Feyre shifting her hips, the curve of her ass visible, and something shuddered right down into my core at the thought of holding onto it when she rocked against my tongue.

Slowly, a twisted knot started forming in my stomach, my clit throbbing. Feyre breathed out, something of her unhurriedness washing away little by little as she buried her face in my pussy, dipping her tongue inside of me and making a shuddering whine leave me. She started sucking harder on my clit, picking up her rhythm, flicking harshly at my clit and making my lips fall apart.

“Fuck, I –“ I pressed my head into the mattress as my back arched, eyes squeezed shut as something coiled and twisted in my stomach, my body shuddering as I clutched the sheets.

“I think I –“ The knot in my stomach grew tighter with the second, my hips bucking only held down by Feyre's hands, her eyes glued to my face as she sucked my clit hard. Then she flicked her tongue over it, pressing down, and my eyes rolled back as the tightness in my stomach exploded.

I cried out as my body spasmed, my back arching off the bed as my hips twitched and rolled and waves of heat and pleasure washed through me until my body shuddered as I gripped onto my breasts.

Feyre sucked on my clit, tongue lapping up everything she could as she worked me through the high, licking and moaning, breathing heavily. But she didn't let off, kept sucking until I twitched with overstimulation and whimpered, hand darting out to bury in her hair. “Fey -“

She grinned and licked one more broad stripe through my folds that made me shudder, then she straightened, and I slumped into the sheets, skin sweaty when Feyre crawled up my body.

A moan slipped past my lips when she dipped her head and kissed me. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and something twitched deep in my stomach as I could taste myself on her. I untangled my fingers from the sheets to slide my hands up her body, pulling her down, whimpering when her body pressed mine into the mattress, my hips rolling up, and Feyre moaned against my mouth, kissing me deeper before sucking my bottom lip between hers. I slid my hands over the curve of her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, and Feyre made a breathy sound against my lips before lightly licking against my tongue, making both of us breathe a laugh.

I arched my neck to softly sink my teeth into her bottom lip before kissing her again, sliding my tongue against hers, licking into her mouth. Feyre sucked at my tongue, her hips twitching down when I moaned, grinding against mine, and I slid my hands down her ass, rocking her up and moaning when her breasts pressed against my sore nipples.

Something tightened in my stomach, thrumming between my legs, and with a push, I rolled us over and swallowed Feyre's breathless moan.

“My turn.”

Heat pooled in my body when I felt her fingers digging into my hair, her hips jerking, and I dropped my head, pulling Feyre's bra to the side to run my lips over her skin. Then I slowly licked over her nipple, and Feyre's head fell back as her hips bucked.

Moaning against her warm skin, I reached up to palm her other breast, running my thumb over her hard nipple, and Feyre whimpered when I sucked her breast into my mouth.

I groaned against her skin, licking and sucking harshly, grinding my pussy against her leg and feeling my clit throb as I flicked her nipple with my tongue, licking over it as I undid the hooks of her bra.

Carelessly throwing it into the room, I raised my head again, and Feyre slid her hands over my back, dragging me down until our chests pressed together, my nipples dragging over her skin and making me moan into her mouth when she licked over my tongue, hands squeezing my ass and causing a pulse of heat to shoot through me.

Sliding down her body, I settled between her legs, spreading them with my hands and feeling something tumble in my stomach at the dark patch of wetness on Feyre's panties. Dropping my head, I pressed an open-mouthed kiss onto the inside of her thigh, my teeth dragging over her soft skin as I ran my nose up to where her hip and leg met. Feyre squirmed, and I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged it down over her hips and legs.

My insides clenched around nothing, and I moaned softly at the sight of her wet pussy. Biting down on my lip, I wrapped my hands over the insides of her thighs, pushing them apart before slipping a hand between her legs to spread her folds, and Feyre moaned when I dipped my head and slowly ran my tongue over her glistening clit.

The sound and the taste of her made my hips jerk into the mattress, and I groaned softly.

“Fuck,”, I mumbled hoarsely, feeling Feyre's fingers curl into my hair. “I love your pretty pussy.” I licked over her clit, then I sucked it into my mouth.  

Feyre whimpered, her hips twitching up, and I raised my eyes to watch her as I started to suck at her clit harshly. Her lips parted, her brows crunched together as her hands flew to clutch the sheets, and something tightened harshly in my stomach, making me lick over her clit a bit harder.

“Oh.” Feyre's back arched when I ran my tongue through her folds, dipping it into her entrance, and I started to fuck her with my tongue, my thumb circling her clit tightly. Feyre moaned, the sounds going straight to my core, my pussy thrumming when I raised my head. My fingers were already drenched from spreading her folds when I licked over her clit and slid one over her entrance, and Feyre's eyes flew down, lips falling apart when I slowly pressed into her.

Feyre moaned breathily, her head falling back, and I slowly curled my fingers as I licked over her clit, pressing my tongue flat and hard against it before sucking it between my lips again. My hips rocked down like instinct, and I hummed, beginning to slowly thrust my finger into her.

The sound of me pushing in and out of Feyre's pussy and my lips sucking and licking her clit harshly were echoing through the room, just drowned by Feyre's moans. I could feel her insides grow tighter and curled my finger, causing Feyre to whimper.

“Fuck –“

I slipped in another finger, licking her faster, and Feyre's head tipped back as she gripped her breasts, tugging at them as her heels dug into the mattress. “Shit, I´m –“

Her walls tightened as she came abruptly. I breathed in sharply as I sucked her clit into my mouth, and Feyre threw her head back with a moan so loud and high and shattering, my hips jerked.

Reaching down on instinct, I moaned against her when I ran my fingers over my throbbing clit, causing Feyre's back to arch.

Her body shuddered, and I sucked until I had lapped up her cum and felt her twitch. Then I slowly slid my fingers out of her, and raising my head, I caught her hazy eyes when I pulled my fingers back from my own pussy, licking them clean.

Feyre's lips parted, eyes hazy and molten, and she pushed herself up onto her shins, leaning forward and kissing me harshly. I moaned brokenly as her hands squeezed my breasts before dragging down to my ass.

Pushing myself up, I slipped my hands over her sides, and Feyre moved forward, swallowing my breathy moan when she lodged her thigh into between my legs, dragging me into her body until our chests pressed together and my pussy rocked down onto her thigh. 

We moaned softly at the same time, heavy breaths mixing, and I dug my fingers into her ass, grinding her pussy down onto my thigh as my clit rocked against her skin. Feyre shuddered and whimpered, pushing closer, her boobs pressing into mine, hard nipples dragging over my skin as she kissed me, tongues clashing, twisting as she rocked forward, then she mumbled breathily: “Fuck.”

We fell into a hard, slow rhythm, rocking against each other, our soft moans mixing like our heavy breathing, bodies pressed tightly together, grinding down against each other. My pussy thrummed as I rolled my hips, clinging to Feyre's body, her perfume clouding my mind as I broke the kiss to breathe harshly against her lips. Then I kissed her again desperately, sucking her tongue into my mouth.

Feyre moaned and I could feel her body shudder, hips grinding down erratically, her wet pussy dragging over my thigh, causing my clit to throb, insides twisting.

Feyre's next soft noise broke, and I could feel her twitch. Something dipped and swerved tightly in my stomach; my hand slipped down, and I rubbed my thumb over her clit.

Feyre cried out and threw her head back as her hips shuddered, and she came, again, harder. I licked over her throat, rocking my hips down as I felt the same knot form in my stomach, insides twisting –

Feyre's lips brushed over my cheek, mumbling a breathless order.

“Come.”

A broken moan fell from my lips, my body shuddered, and a tremor wrecked my limbs when the pleasure in my stomach collapsed into waves, my thighs trembling as dug my fingers into Feyre's skin and rocked down against her until the pleasure became blinding.

Feyre's lips crashed onto mine, and I breathed heavily, sliding my tongue against hers, feeling my insides tighten.

“Fuck,”, I mumbled, and Feyre laughed against my lips, grinning as she kissed me again, licking into my mouth before sucking on my tongue. Her hands slid up to palm my breasts, rolling my nipples between her fingers, and I whined, running my hands over her body. My fingers slid through her folds, and Feyre's hips jerked, a hoarse moan breaking from her lips.

Raising my glistening fingers, I slowly licked them off, and Feyre's lips parted when I swirled my tongue around my fingers, moaning softly.

With a groan, Feyre leaned forward and kissed me desperately, pulling me into her lap. I moaned onto her mouth when my pussy rocked down against her, and Feyre's hands slid to my ass, grinding me against her as she dropped her head and softly bit one of my nipples. The sharp jolt of pleasure made me throw my head back as I dug my fingers into her hair.

"I wanna fuck you until you pass out,”, Feyre mumbled against my skin, and I whimpered softly, pulling her head up to kiss her harshly.

“I wanna ride your pussy,”, I panted into her mouth, and Feyre moaned, nodding quickly.

Sliding off her lap, I waited until she'd parted her legs. Then I swung one of mine over her thigh, crawling over her before slowly sinking down. Shifting slightly from side to side, I pushed her leg towards the side, spreading her apart as I pressed my weight onto one leg, rocking down my hips.

Feyre whimpered a moan, and my eyes rolled back when my pussy dragged over hers.

“Fuck,”, I whimpered, my fingers digging into her leg, holding it as I slowly started to roll my hips.

Moans and whines mixed with wet sounds as I began to rock back and forth, grinding my pussy onto Feyre's until the sensation made my head fall back. I could feel her fingers digging into my thigh, and when I forced open my eyes, I could feel my lips parting with a moan at the sight of Feyre beneath me. Her naked body was sweaty, her back arching, fingers digging into the sheets as one of her hands tugged and squeezed one of her breasts, her nipples hard, tits bouncing as she writhed.

My insides shuddered, and I rolled my hips down quicker, grinding down harder until I was riding her, my back arching as I rocked down faster, feeling my clit throbbing and Feyre crying out. Her teeth had sunk into her bottom lip, and her eyes were glued to my breasts that bounced with my movements, the heat in her gaze nearly sending me over the edge.

Slowing my rocking slightly, I rolled my hips down, back arching before I slowly picked the pace up again, dragging out the twisting sensation in my stomach as I felt my hair cling to my sweaty skin, my insides shuddering, pussy thrumming as I rocked it over Feyre's until my eyes rolled back into my head, twisting heat building in my stomach.

“Harder,”, Feyre panted, gripping my thigh, and I moaned and shifted, grinding down faster, more harshly, until the knot in my insides grew unbearble, tight and pulsing and –

I came so hard, my body twisted forward as my back arched, and I pushed down, grinding down my hips as waves of shuddering pleasure wrecked through me, loud cries leaving me that bounced off the ceiling, making my insides shudder. I could feel myself drip, wetness pooling over Feyre's pussy as she twitched and followed, fingers fisting the sheets with a shattering moan.

I slowly rocked down my hips a few more times before sliding off her, my limbs jello as I collapsed on the mattress, breathing quick and hard, my heart thrumming against my ribs as I stared up at the ceiling, a bubbling feeling building in my chest that mounted in a delirious giggle.

The mattress shifted, then Feyre plopped down next to me, panting and smiling widely. Swallowing, I closed my eyes until my heart slowly calmed before I turned to face her laborously. "Hi."

Feyre grinned widely and slid an arm over my waist, dragging me forward until our breasts were pressed together and she could slide her leg between mine. A broken moan left me when my clit brushed over her skin, and Feyre kissed me, swallowing the sound as her tongue traced over mine. I slid mine into her mouth, and Feyre sucked it slowly, moving her head slightly as her moan vibrated through me, going straight down to my throbbing core. My hips twitched forward, and Feyre slid a hand over my hip and down.

My back arched when her fingers slowly ran through my folds, and I moaned breathlessly against her lips, my brows crunching as my fingers dug into her skin. Feyre's eyes were glazed over as she pulled back slightly, biting her bottom lip as her fingers slowly circled my clit, my hips bucking into her hand, grinding down against her as my eyes fluttered as pleasure twisted in my stomach.

“Ride my fingers.” Feyre's voice was breathless, and I whimpered, sliding one of my legs over her waist to spread them, give her better access –

Feyre's middle finger sank into me like a stone into water, my pussy wet with my cum and hers, and my walls fluttered as my hips rolled down and I moaned brokenly, the sound swallowed when Feyre kissed me harshly. Clinging to her, I whimpered and whined, rocking my hips down as she began to slowly thrust her finger, her palm rubbing over my clit.

Kissing back hard, I felt my lips fall open when Feyre slid in another finger, and her tongue licked into my mouth, swirling around mine as she fucked me quicker, my hips meeting her thrusts harder, and Feyre moaned softly against my lips.

"Fuck,”, she mumbled breathlessly, nipping my bottom lip. “You're making me so wet.” She licked into my mouth. “Wanna fuck myself on your pussy after this.”

I moaned brokenly, squeezing my eyes shut as pleasure twisted in my stomach, Feyre's hard nipples rubbing over mine, adding to the stimulation cursing through my body, my hips trembling. Feyre kissed me messily, moaning as her tongue swirled around mine, and I clung to her ass, grinding down onto her hand, my eyes rolling as her palm pushed against my clit.

Feyre's fingers fucked into me harder and quicker until the sounds alone made my limbs tremble. I hooked my thigh tighter around her, feeling my impending orgasm tethering at the edge, the knot in my stomach forming tighter and tighter, almost unbearable –

“Fuck.” My back arched, my hips stuttered, and I felt a broken cry fall from my lips as my body shut down, waves of pleasure crashing over me so intense, my whole body spasmed, shaking and trembling, my breath faltering as I came over Feyre's hand so hard, my insides clenched. Feyre moaned against my neck, biting down softly as her fingers rode me through the high, curling and thrusting until I twitched and whined.

Slowly, she pulled her fingers out of me, and my insides fluttered around nothing when Feyre raised her glistening hand and licked over it, her eyes closing as she moaned softly. Something turned over in my stomach, and I moaned brokenly when she slid her fingers into her mouth, sucking off my cum.

Moving forward, I kissed her harshly, winding my leg tighter around her and pressing against her, grinding down my hips –

Feyre rolled us over, my sweaty back pressing into the sheets, and I moaned when her hips rocked against mine. Her hands wrapped around my thighs, spreading them until my calves hooked under her ass, and she slowly rolled down her hips. Her pussy grinded down onto mine, and my back arched, my clit sensitive, throbbing, my insides twisting around nothing as Feyre's arm slipped under my back, and she moaned against my cheek, rocking down harder.

“Shit,”, I whimpered.

"God, you're so wet.” Feyre moaned softly, rolling her hips down. “So wet for me.”

I grabbed onto her ass, grinding her down harder as I rocked up into her, and a broken moan tore from my throat as Feyre whined.

“Come on my pussy,”, I breathed. “Want you to grind on me and make yourself come.”

Feyre whimpered, her movements slowly growing quicker, more frantic, and I arched my back, my fingers digging into her skin as I cried softly when Feyre pushing down made her clit drag over mine. She was grinding against me harder now, body twisting, breathing heavily as she curled her fingers into my hair and pulled my head back, kissing my neck harshly, her tongue dragging over my skin. Then she moaned and shuddered, her limbs spasmed and hips stuttered, and I rocked her down harder as she came with a cry on my pussy.

My eyes rolled back, and Feyre shuddered, sliding down my body. Her hands pressed onto my thighs, pushing them apart, and a shuddering whimper left me when she buried her face between my legs and licked a broad stripe through my folds, moaning against me.

“Shit.” She licked quickly, harshly over my throbbing clit, and my head fell back as my body arched.

“Oh –“

Feyre closed her mouth over my clit and sucked, hard, quick, until I cried out, fingers clutching the sheets as hot scalding pleasure flooded through me until my eyes rolled back, the world shattering as my spine shuddered and my whole body twitched uncontrollably.

Feyre slowly licked up my cum, soft breathy hums leaving her, then she slowly pushed herself up and crawled up my body, flicking her tongue teasingly over one of my nipples before kissing me, moaning softly. Our tongues twisted lazily together, causing shudders to run down my spine, and Feyre lightly rocked her pussy against my thigh until I pushed it up against her, causing her to moan against me, grinding against me slowly until her whole body shuddered. My sweaty skin stuck to the sheets, and I moaned quietly when Feyre's tongue dragged over mine, softly sinking my teeth into her bottom lip.

Feyre hummed and grinned lightly against my lips. “More?”

I started to smile, wide and cheeky, my heart thrumming against my ribs as I squeezed her ass. “Why, you tired?”

Feyre dropped her head to run her tongue up over my throat, making me gasp softly before moaning, her voice breathy when she mumbled: “If things go my way, I'll go down on you for the whole night.”

A soft whine broke from my lips, my hips rocking up. “Anything else?”, I panted.

Feyre smiled against my jaw. “Want you sitting on my face.” Her teeth nipped my skin. “Wanna watch you fuck yourself on my pussy again.” She raised her head, her grey eyes twinkling as she mumbled breathily: “See your tits bounce when you rid-“

I rolled us over, and Feyre gasped softly as I grinned against her lips. “You gonna keep talking or do it?”

Feyre breathed a wide grin and kissed me, and I moaned softly when our tongues twisted.

Glancing back at the clock on the cafe’s wall, you sighed, nervously tapping your foot against the cobblestone floor. Azriel was now nearly twenty minutes late to your lunch date. Ever the punctual male, this was extremely out of character; on the off chance that work would cause him to be late coming home, or meeting you somewhere, he always sent a shadow to notify you. Seconds before you were about to leave and search for him, the Illyrian male trudged towards you into the cafe. Giving him a once over, you noted that your ordinarily well postured mate was slumping his shoulders; even more concerning, the wings he always so proudly held upright were drooping slightly, narrowly avoiding the ground as he walked. Taking the seat across from you, he forced a smile, which came out as more of a grimace. Laying an arm across the table, you took his hand in your own, stroking your thumb across his scarred knuckles. 

“Sorry I’m late,” he spoke, his voice hoarse as he attempted to clear his throat. Squeezing his hand you gave him a look of concern. “Are you alright?” you inquired. Sighing, after a moment of hesitation, the shadowsinger shook his head. “No, I’m actually feeling pretty poorly,” he admitted, stifling a cough in his sleeve. Letting go of his hand, you placed your palm to his forehead. “You’re burning up, honey!” you exclaimed, the heat against your hand was worryingly severe. Grabbing your hand from where it still rested against his face, he sighed again. “I didn’t want to ruin our date,” he shrugged, “I was just trying to push through.” Standing from your seat, grateful that you hadn’t ordered while you waited for him to arrive, you watched as he used the last of his energy to stand from the table; grabbing his hand you winnowed to the House of Wind, directly into your bedchambers. “Get in bed,” you insisted, he obliged you, sitting on the edge of the bed to remove his outside clothes before slipping under the plush duvet. Disappearing into the washroom, you came back with a tray of items.

"You look so pretty like this," Rhys murmured as he slowed his thrusts, violet eyes hungrily raking over your form. "All needy for me."

You mewled as he pulled out slowly, and thrust back in to the hilt, ensuring you felt every inch of him. "Daddy..."

You froze, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. You'd never called him that before. You opened your mouth to apologize, but Rhys interrupted, "That's right, darling. Just relax. Let daddy take care of you."

Your back arched as his thrusts grew more forceful, your shared moans echoing throughout the room. You wrapped your legs around Rhys's waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

Rhys trailed his lips along your jaw, cursing as your walls squeezed him. "This is all you needed, hm? Just needed daddy's cock. Needed me to fill you up."

You nodded, whimpering as he brought his thumb to your clit. "Y-Yes, daddy, yes."

Rhys threw one of your legs over his shoulder, driving deeper into you. "So fucking good for me; taking me so well."

You clawed at his back, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your pleasure built to its breaking point. "So close, daddy, please."

"I've got you," Rhys cooed, circling your clit in a way he knew would topple you over the edge. "Give it to me. Come for daddy."

Your lips parted in a silent scream as Rhys coaxed you through your orgasm, walls fluttering around him until he spilled into you with a shout of your name.

Rhys remained on top of you as the two of you came back down to earth. Eventually, an amused hum left him. "Daddy, huh?"

You groaned playfully, flicking his shoulder. "Get off of me."

You felt his grin in the crook of your neck, and knew you wouldn't be living that down any time soon.

"Look at how wet you are," Nesta murmured as she swiped a finger through your slit. She placed a few wet kisses on your neck, pulling your back flush against her chest. "So messy."

You whined, hips bucking as two of her fingers prodded your entrance. "Nes, please."

Nesta ignored you, instead bringing her free hand to your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples until tears stung your eyes. You mewled, "I need more, Nes, please."

Nesta clicked her tongue with disapproval, slapping your cunt hard enough that you yelped. "Stop being a greedy whore and take what I give you."

"But I--" Nesta cut you off with another harsh smack.

"Keep whining and you won't come at all tonight."

Your lip quivered, but you kept your mouth shut, knowing full well she'd uphold the threat.

Nesta hummed with amusement, slender fingers tracing along your folds. "Little slut actually knows when to stop talking."

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, though the feeling was quickly forgotten as Nesta began circling your clit. Her pace was torturously slow, as though she was trying to test your patience--trying to get you to break.

"Poor thing," Nesta cooed in your ear, voice tinged with mock-sympathy. "You just wanna come, hm? Want me to shove my fingers into your pretty little cunt, fuck you silly."

You whimpered, nodding vigorously. But you didn't dare speak, not when she hadn't given you permission.

Without warning, Nesta shoved two fingers into your cunt, curling them rapidly against your sweet spot. The noises that filled the room were obscene: your helpless moaning, the squelching of your walls.

"Such a filthy thing, aren't you?" Nesta taunted you as she continued, relishing in the sounds she drew from you. "We're gonna be here for a while, sweet girl."

His wings twitch, shadows undulating and he stops at the top of the stairs, turning to look at you over his shoulder, two plates of food in his hands, leaving you to carry the drinks. “I can feel your eyes on me, you know,” he remarks with a raised brow. You flush, having been caught.

“Oops,” you say, grinning as you walk past him, “guess my gaze slipped.” He snorts, shadows pinching your ass as you strut by, making you yelp. You shoot him a glare over your shoulder, wishing you had a free hand to rub the sore skin. He gives you a panty-dropping grin, pissing you off just enough to have you kicking the door shut on him once you get in your bedroom.

He chuckles from the other side, shadows reopening the door while you set the glasses down. “Someone in a poor mood because she got caught eyeing me up?” He drawls, the smirk clear in his voice.

“I was not eyeing you up!” You snap, crossing your arms over your chest in a way that plumps your tits. His attention drops appreciatively, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. When his eyes return to yours, they’re a little darker, and you know he marks the roll of your throat.

“Please,” he purrs, setting the plates down on the bedside table. “You were looking at me like how Cassian looks at beef jerky.” His grin turns a little feral, “like you wanted to sink your teeth into me.” Heat blossoms across your lower body as he pin points the exact intent with which you had been staring at him.

Still, you raise your chin, looking down your nose at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

————

You know you’ve been staring at his ass all day.

How could you not? It’s so plump, and—and round, and…you’re actually salivating.

He hasn’t been giving you a break, wearing those leathers first thing in the morning until the last thing at night. He has to know what it does to you. Which means, he’s teasing you. You grown inwardly, knowing how your mate can be when it comes to denying your wants for his own pleasure. He’s probably enjoying this opportunity to get back at you for that one time, and the objective side of your mind knows it’s well-deserved. Still.

“What’s going on in that dumb, little mind of yours, pet?”

Arousal slams into you, knees nearly buckling at the rough timbre of his voice. You manage to keep yourself strong, refusing to allow that whimper to slip from your lips. “Where did you sneak up from?” You ask, and even to your own ears, you sound a little hoarse. His lips twitch, pressing his front into your back as he tips your chin upward, so he can look down at you properly. His hand practically swallows your throat, just holding, lightly.

“I thought I’d check in on my wife,” he drawls, and you feel the male satisfaction as the title slips smoothly from his tongue. His wife. He’d been just as obnoxious when the two of you had accepted the mating bond, calling you nothing but his mate for months on end. “See how she’s faring with these miserable chores that her miserable husband is forcing her to do.” His eyes gleam as your spine arches almost imperceptibly, his hips pushing tighter into your rear.

“He is quite miserable, isn’t he?” You murmur back. “Always denying me my fun.”

Azriel’s hands settle at your waist, spinning you around so you’re attention is fully on him—not the cleaned laundry you were folding. “And what fun are you after, wife?” He asks, hands grazing up the sides of your body until he’s cupping your cheeks, squishing them ever so lightly.

Warmth flushes your skin, but you lean into him. Your eyes flutter shut, his heat seeping into you as you allow your fingers to brush his forearms, travelling to his biceps, settling on the muscled edge of his ribs before grazing down. Your hands move over his waist, snaking around his back, descending past his hips, and—

You yelp when shadows bat your hands away, so close to finally, finally feeling him. Your eyes fly open, immediately locking on his own heated gaze, colour dusting his cheeks, canines digging into his lower lip as he watches you with an intensity that makes your legs want to fall open.

“Has no one ever taught you manners, pet?” He asks, hand sliding down to your waist while the other tilts your jaw upwards. “Ask before you touch.”

“I need permission to touch what’s mine?” You retort quietly, hunger blazing in the pit of your belly. You can scent his own arousal grow in response, grip biting into your soft skin.

His grin turns feline as he drags you closer to him, mouth brushing over your own, forcing you up onto your tiptoes, “you want more than just to touch, though, don’t you?”

————

You’re so worn out. So tired, and so ready for bed.

Between Azriel’s teasing, your job, and your own damned mind, you think you might be going crazy. The few dreams you’ve managed to keep with waking from sleep have consisted mostly of fruits…phallic and…peachy. He would never let you live it down if he knew even your subconscious was goading you to him.

You think your knees might actually collapse when you make it to your shared bedroom.

He’s sprawled across the mattress, a thin sheet covering his lower half, wings splayed gorgeously over the bed. His hair’s slightly damp, curled at the ends from the shower, and his skin looks warm, and healthy, and delicious. Marvellously firm with muscle.

Azriel doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading as your bags drop to the floor and you make a soft sound of disbelief and hunger in the back of your throat. And then you’re clumsily stumbling forward, crawling onto the bed, easing yourself between his sheet-covered legs. Falling onto your front, pressing yourself onto his ass like it’s the comfiest pillow you’ve ever come across.

It’s only then he shifts, peering over his shoulder, and you can practically imagine the smug grin on his lovely mouth seeing you finally give in. You suppose it’s not like you made a secret of your desire, but still…

Arousal builds across your body, hunger finally breaking you as you lift, prowling up his figure. He looks like he’s about to get up, so you swing your legs over his hips, keeping him pinned to the mattress. You know he could easily lift you with him, but he settles back down, a sound like a purr rumbling from his chest.

“You’re being rather dominant, wife,” he drawls, shifting so he’s comfy. You snarl softly, fed up with his teasing, setting your hands between his shoulder blades, then running them lightly to the base of one of his wings. His muscles shift and contract beneath you, rippling as your fingers skate up lightly.

The tension seeps from him as you reach the dip beneath the first joint of the powerful limb. His skin heats and a quiet groan spills from his lips, needful and soft. It’s so rare something like this happens, but it seems he’s had a long day, too, and is ready to be taken care of. You couldn’t be more relieved. Dread to think how things would have gone if he’d had the energy or the will to deny you any longer. He seems to get off of refusing your pleasure, sometimes.

You shift closer, so you’re straddling his upper back, rolling your hips down languidly from time to time, basking in the slow build of warmth. Slow, because you both have the time to indulge. Slow, because you’re in no rush. Slow, because you have all the time in the world and right now, you want it with each other. To find pleasure in the other’s body.

Leaning forward, you attach your open mouth to the ridge of his wing and he shudders, a deep, drawn-out moan purring into the silence. The sound urges your hips to roll down a little harder, basking in the delicious and firm press of hot muscle beneath you. Teeth nip, and your fingers graze those spots you’ve had memorised since the first time he’d allowed you the pleasure of touching him like that. It’s rare enough he lets you look after him, rarer still he accepts direct comfort to his wings.

You’re not sure how comfortable he is with that vulnerability. You’re mated, married, and joined in every way that counts, but you’re not going to pretend that you share absolutely everything with one another. There are still times the two of you will just sit in silence, mentally recovering from whatever trials have gotten you down that day. Plenty of times where you’ll spend a few hours apart, just to get out of the house. And it’s wonderful that way. To be comfortable enough to trust and know someone will to come back to you even after you’ve put a line in the sand…

Your tongue flicks out, dragging up the dip of bone, grazing over the powerful muscle that flexes beneath your tongue. His breath catches softly, and you pull away. Groans roughly as he falls away from the edge, but doesn’t fight for it, content to enjoy the edge.

Pulling back, you brush your thumb once more over the sensitive skin of his wing, and a sharp breath exhales from his lips. You shuffle down his body, pushing away the sheets as you go, leaving him entirely bare for you. It takes every ounce of willpower he’s instilled in you over the years to keep from pushing his legs apart right then and there and moving your mouth to your pleasure—hopefully his, too.

Instead, you tap his hip twice, lightly, then grip his side, urging him to roll over. He sighs, but turns obediently, knowing it will benefit him in the long run, wings pulling in tight as he switches onto his back. Then your mouth is opening over him, tongue flicking over the bead of moisture nestled in the slit of his tip.

Azriel moans softly, back arching as colour dusts his cheeks, fingers gently threading through your hair, raising his hips. You press a kiss to his tip, licking up the underside of him, watching as his eyes flutter closed and those quiet sounds of pleasure start becoming more regular.

He tugs lightly on your hair, and you take him into your mouth, hand gripping his base as you pump what you can’t fit. He hisses with pleasure, brow furrowing then evening out as he rolls his hips upward, gasping softly when your throat contracts around him. Again, you pull up to his tip, hand stroking him firmly but not roughly—not this time. You flick your tongue once again over his slit, pressing another kiss down, before you’re urging his bent legs further apart.

A slightly startled moan slips from his lip as you press your mouth low on his inner thigh, working closer to where you want to please him from—giving him the chance to stop you if he doesn’t yet want to try it. But his skin is warm and clean, smelling distinctly of soap and himself, and your mouth is watering.

His spine arches as your tongue circles the tight ring of muscle, flicking over then pulling away to kiss the surrounding area. His hand has released your hair in favour of the bedsheets, fingers gripping hard as you continue pumping him. He twitches, and you pull up, giving more attention to his cock.

Azriel’s shadows have joined you, grazing over his inner wing with silky softness, helping you work him to the steadily budding orgasm that will leave him hot and trembling. The darkness flicks over his gleaming chest, swirling over his nipples, making him pant. His eyes are still closed, plush lower lip caught between his teeth and you again dip down, pleased with his reactions.

You circle the tight muscle again, pumping a little harder, moving in time with the gentle roll of his hips. Your tongue pushes inside, and you hear him inhale sharply, bucking into your hand. He’s close, and now that you’ve again gotten him to the edge, you can’t bring yourself to deny him.

How could you, knowing he’s receiving pleasure everywhere he can be? In all those intimate, sensitive areas?

Your tongue flicks over him again as you squeeze him deliciously, just the right side of painful. His shadows flick and swirl, and a deep, rich moan is pulled from between his lips, spine arching enough to tip his head back into the plush pillows. He twitches again before he releases, hips bucking in time with the waves of pleasure, hot cum spilling from his tip, spurting up onto the firm planes of his toned stomach. You keep pumping until his hips begin stuttering, and then you’re easing your pace, softening your grip as he becomes infinitely more sensitive.

When he’s done, thighs trembling, panting softly into the sex-tinted air, you raise from between his legs. Lick your lips when you see the mess he’s made of himself: hot, milky liquid gleaming on the sweat-slicked muscles of his stomach, shifting and glistening in the light with his breathing. The perfect dessert.

You crawl forward slowly, careful not to ruffle him too much, tongue lolling out as you begin lapping up the creamy liquid. His hand again finds your hair, stroking gently as you hum, drinking him up. It’s only when you’re certain you’ve licked up every drop of him that you prowl up his body, until you’re on top of him.

He’s still flushed, and offers you a lazy smile that sings songs of his satisfaction. “And here I had just gotten out of my shower,” he murmurs over your up-tilted lips. You smile gently, enjoying him being the one fully naked, for once, “I’ll change the covers tomorrow, husband.”

Azriel smiles up at you, lifting his head from the pillows as he brings your mouth down to his own, soft lips slanting over your own, tasting himself on you. He groans quietly, shadows and fingers already working deftly to remove your clothes. As soon as they’re gone, and you’re gloriously bare, he’s pulling you down on him, hot skin pressing flush together.

His shadows hook beneath the sheets, pulling them up and to cover once his wings have curled over you, keeping you tucked into his chest. The heat and warmth quickly lulls you to sleep, the two of you pulled under in a matter of minutes. Breathing deepening and evening out as you fall together, wrapped in each other’s scent and warmth.

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Azriel was going to fucking faint.

Beron, in an effort to stop his daughter from continuing to egg on the Princess of the Summer court, had pulled out some form of an candy on a stick and put it in her mouth much to the laughter and delight of everyone around.

Now all the shadowsinger could do was watch out of the corners of his eyes as his mate sucked and licked on the candy innocently while reading the book Eris had brought for her.

Doing okay there, brother? Rhysand's purr in his mind before the High Lord looked over at the daughter of Autumn had Azriel suppressing a growl. Well, doesn't little Seraphina just look so pretty with her lips wrapped around something. 

Azriel shot him a glare before peeking over again. She had the candy so just the tip of it was in her mouth, lips wrapped perfectly around it. Cauldron fucking boil me. Rhysand sent him a wave of agreement as Feyre also looked over and smirked.

Feyre thinks the 3 of us should take her, and oh fuck-

Azriel and Rhys quickly snapped their eyes back to the meeting when the daughter of Autumn looked their way before looking at her older brother and tapping his shoulder.

Her breasts were on display, small hands delicating holding the stick of the candy as she leaned forward in the exquisite dress she was in to whisper in her older brother's ear.

The male heir of Autumn looked over to the Night Court glaring at the shadowsinger and the high lord. He growled softly before taking the candy from a clearly uncomfortable female.

"Excuse my interruption," Tamlin stopped talking as soon as Eris spoke and demanded the attention of the room, "Do you have something you'd like to say to my sister, Spymaster? You've been staring at her for the past 10 minutes." 

The room had gone silent. Tamlin leaned forward with a smirk, as did Tarquin and Thesan. The daughter of Autumn was an unspoken set boundary. No one looked at or touched Beron's girl, not even Amarantha. Too much power radiated in that small body. Power anyone would have given Beron their left arm to have access to. They just had to follow his rules to get the chance to play for her hand, and right now, Azriel's silence was risking his own family's shot at it.

Might want to say something there, brother. Az shot Rhysand a glare before clearing his throat and saying the one thing he knew he shouldn't. 

"How can I not stare at such a beautiful creature? Especially when your father so willing put something in her mouth for the entertainment of every male here?" Rhys froze and immediately sent a look Azriel's way. 

That wasn't what I had in mind. Being her mate does not promise you her hand, Az. Beron could sell her off before Eris gets the chance to bring her to us. Tread carefully. 

Beron laughed darkly before turning to the Night Court, "I didn't realize silencing my 55 year old daughter with candy would be such a problem for you, Azriel. No one else here seems to think anything of it. Must just be that Illyrian Bastard blood in you." The reminder of her young age was a slap in the face to the shadowsinger. A reminder that she hardly understood the world yet and that she had spent the majority of her life trapped in that mountain.

Azriel caught the way Seraphina's eyes shut slowly at her father's insults, "It's not a big deal, daddy. I-." Her father held a hand up to silence her. No one missed the flinch from the young girl. Helion, Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys all looked towards each other.

Helion was now staring at the young female too, his eyes softening at her fear. Beron glared at Helion before continuing, "If you continue to look at my daughter, you'll find yourself wingless, boy." 

Sera even knew that was too far. Azriel watched the way her chest stilled as she stared wide eyed at her father before switching her gaze to Helion who shook his head softly at her in warning. 

Rhysand growled this time, "Do not threaten MY family over your choice not to educate your daughter on sexual matters."

Sera was confused. How was a caramel apple sucker sexual? She made eye contact with the Spring lord, who simply motioned for her to come over to him, and she did. 

She walked in a way that reminded Azriel of water. Flowing, smooth, gently. He barely suppressed the growl in his throat as Tamlin pulled the girl into his lap, his mouth close to her delicately pointed and jewel adorned ear. 

The room filled with laughter as her eyes grew wide and a red flush hit her chest and cheeks. "Really," she whispered softly to Tamlin, who nodded and then continued whispering in her ear. Soft nodding came from her as Tamlin stroked her upper thigh and whispered to her, eyes locked on Azriel in a clear message. He knew. He could somehow sense the bond. "What's a," Tamlin covered her mouth, laughing slightly as he explained something else to her. "So people don't use the proper terms during sex?" Tamlin was smirking at this point. Whatever he had just said made the young girl gasp, and her eyes go wide.

Beron growled this time and tried to break the field of neutrality in anger but couldn't. "Enough, Tamlin!" Seraphina shifted in Tamlin's lap after he finished speaking to her. She stood and walked back over to the Autumn Court in shock and embarrassment.

"I apologize for the distraction, Shadowsinger. Forgive me," she began playing with her long red curls as Azriel scented her anxiety. "Thank you for the…. Educational lesson, high lord." The daughter of Autumn sat back down slowly and made a fatal error. Her and Nesta Archeron made eye contact and the oldest Cauldron made said one simple thing.

"In case he didn't tell you because he's a selfish male, there's males out there who'd return that favor. And females, if youd be interested in that." The daughter of Autumn grew more red and opened her book to hide her face in the crisp pages, "If you'd like to learn, let me know." 

An audible squeak came from the young fae female, "Eris." She was desperate for help. Her brother shot a look Nesta's way, and she returned it with a hate fueled glare.

Tamlin had painted a mental image for her in pretty words chosen specifically to make the young female feel warm. Truly though, She didn't mind the idea. The thought of her on her knees as Azriel tangled his large scarred hands through her long red curls, tongue running along his cock as he made a mess of her made her feel warmth growing in her stomach she'd never felt before.

She had heard rumors from other females about the size of an Illyrian's wings having something to do with the size of their cock, and Seraphina was just trying to imagine how exactly that would work if rumors were true. How exactly would she fit all of him into her mouth if given a chance? The handsome spymaster had huge wings. The largest wings she'd ever seen on a winged fae. If wing size related to endowment size, his cock was huge. And if Nesta was involved?  Cauldron boil her. Would Cassian also be involved? 

A hand gently clawed at her mind, causing her to freeze. It wasn't trying to get in her head. It was already there. Her honey eyes met violet ones as Rhysand leaned back in his chair and sipped his wine.

No, love, keep going. I was enjoying the delicious thoughts you were having. My brothers and I love sharing our toys. You could have Cassian and Nesta, myself and Feyre- His voice was purr that made her shiver with chills as she slammed him back out and watched as he looked at Azriel. 

The winged male's only response was one side of his mouth twitching into a smile before he became unreadable again. 

"Now that Seraphina has been educated on some of the finer matters of life, can we continue?" Kal asked coldly as he leaned back into his chair.

Eris discretely handed his sister back her candy. He shot her one look that said, "Be good," before focusing solely on Tamlin and Rhysand restarting their lovers spat.

Seraphina made eye contact with Azriel again as she slowly put the sucker back in her mouth. Azriel pulled his lower lip into his mouth and tugged the mating bond, praying Rhysand had been right when he said he had found it in her mind, but the female just didn't know what it was. Another way to keep her in the dark and innocent, Azriel thought bitterly.

She made a confused face as she looked down at her chest. Then followed the string to Azriel, lollipop now back in the same trapped position of her lips, If you continue looking at me like that with those pretty lips wrapped around that thing, I am not responsible for what happens next little bunny.

Is what Nesta said true? Azriel felt his leathers growing tight at her curious nature. He could feel desire radiating in their bond. 

Of course. Only, I eat pussy for my pleasure, not yours. And I will eat pussy because I want to. Not because you've wrapped your pretty little mouth on my cock. He had her. He felt her arousal spike as she shifted. I imagine you'll also be the type who sucks cock for your pleasure instead of mine, little mate.

I'd like to learn. He almost came right then and there as he watched her put the candy in her mouth, eyes wide like a doe.

Keep doing that, baby, and I'll be stealing you to teach you much, much more than just whatever bullshit Tamlin told you. Fucking ruin you for anyone else.

Seraphina turned her attention back to the book she had with a small smile, I'm doing emissary work in the Dawn Court all week this week. I'll be alone tonight.

I'll find you.

The melodic laughter and decadent music from the revel lingers in your ears as you slip down the hall, your pace steady as you ensure you remain unseen, unnoticed. 

There’s only one pair of eyes you want following you as you make your way down the winding halls of the Forest House, leaving the bustle of the ballroom behind you, and somehow you can sense that those hazel eyes are following your every move.

You keep your head up high in case you’re spotted.  Your forest green gown sways as you walk, as you emanate the ideal female gait.  You’ve always found that the swish of your hips helps distract any wandering eyes.  Helps males forget that you could be a potential threat.

This was what your father had trained you for, after all: looking good in a ballgown to ensure you catch a suitor’s eye.

As the daughter of High Lord Beron’s most trusted advisor, a noble male from a well to do Autumn Court family, you had been taught since you were just a babe how to walk, how to speak, how to dance so you could attract a viable male for marriage.  In your father’s eyes, it was all you were born to do. 

You had been raised in the halls of the Forest House, following in footsteps of the females who had come before you.  Every ounce of your personality had been leeched from your bones until all that remained was the husk of your soul – the ideal Autumn Court female. 

Meek, bashful, made for male consumption.

If only your father knew that the male watching you slip from the ball is no interested suitor. 

If only he knew how you truly utilize all your fine gowns and etiquette training. 

You are no bumbling lady desperately waiting for a well-bred Autumn Court male to sweep you off your feet. 

No, you are Eris Vanserra’s most trusted spy, his eyes and ears within the Autumn Court.

And Eris’s decision to ally with the Night Court to aid in his ascension to power meant that you were now working hand in hand with the infamous Shadowsinger, cooperating to ensure High Lord Beron’s timely downfall.

“You’re late,” Azriel says as you enter the sitting room you had agreed to meet in.  He’s lounging stiffly against the wall, shadows enveloping him in whisps of darkness as you shut the door quickly behind you.

Raising an eyebrow at the Illyrian, you meet his piercing gaze, refusing to be intimidated by his reputation.

This is not the first time the two of you had met to share information.  Eris and Rhysand had arranged that you would meet consistently – a way for both sides of the alliance to remain well informed at all times. 

On nights like tonight, when the Forest House was filled with revelry and loose lips, you often found yourself escaping the crowd to confer with the Shadowsinger.

“You know, some of us must actually socialize,” you say, tilting your head to the side. 

Azriel merely scoffs, crossing his arms.  “Is that what you call it?  From what I saw it seemed like you were simply being passed from male to male on the dance floor.”

“You have your skills, Shadowsinger, and I have mine,” you tell him primly, ignoring how your cheeks heat.

“And were those skills useful?  Did you gain any additional intel regarding Beron’s loyalties?”

Shaking your head with a sigh, you let your hands fall to your hips.  “From what I can tell, Beron still maintains significant control over the noble families with the most resources.  Lord Lefevre and Lord Beaumont remain firmly under Beron’s control.  The younger lords seem to place more faith in Eris, but it’s still not the overwhelming loyalty we are hoping for.”

Azriel nods, his face impassive as he stares at you.  When you first met the Shadowsinger, his attention unnerved you.  He seemed to see everything, to capture every tiny mannerism, every hint of emotion that flashed over your face.  Now, however, you were used to his intense observation.

“I gathered similar intel.  Nothing particularly important to report,” Azriel replies, gathering himself up to prepare to return to the Night Court.  These meetings were typically brief, efficient.  Azriel never lingered, never forced you to sit through meaningless small talk.  You appreciated that about him. 

“Perhaps my skills are–” you start, but your words are quickly cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps.  Your eyes widen and you lurch forward, tumbling towards Azriel.

As the office door creaks open, Azriel pulls your body into his, enveloping you both in his shadows.  Chest to chest with the Shadowsinger, you stifle a gasp as two figures enter the room, closing the door behind them.  Azriel’s arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you steady against his frame. 

Your head spins as you inhale his scent– crisp cedar and fog.  In another life, you might have gotten lost in that scent, might have leaned into the touch.  In this life, however, you do your best to remain still, silent.

“It’s the Lady of Autumn,” Azriel whispers, his voice low in your ear.  “And High Lord Helion.”

You nod, brows furrowing as you try to pick out their words, but Azriel’s shadows muffle the sounds.

“What are they–” you start to ask, unable to see what they were doing from where you were standing facing Azriel’s chest, but a muffled moan quickly cuts you off.  A blush spreads over your face as you hear the sounds of clothing falling to the floor, bodies colliding in carnal passion.

When you hear the Lady of Autumn let out a chorus of breathy whimpers, your eyes widen and your gaze slides to the Shadowsinger who is still holding you against him.  You didn’t know where you expected Azriel to be looking, but you certainly didn’t expect his hazel eyes to be on your face, watching your expressions carefully.  When your eyes meet his, he quickly looks away, focusing his eyes on the ceiling.

You listen to the soft sound of flesh slapping together, trying to keep your breathing steady as you hold onto the Shadowsinger for dear life. 

Just a few more minutes, you tell yourself, a vibrant blush covering your cheeks.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you hear one loud grunt before the couple goes silent.  Nothing but the sound of their shared breathing fills the small office.

“They’re leaving,” Azriel tells you, his breath hot against your ear.  You have to repress the shiver that threatens to run down your back at the sound of his low, husky voice.

When you finally hear the door slam, Azriel unveils you both, releasing you from his shadowed protection.  For the first time in minutes, you feel like you can finally breathe again, as you refuse to think about how warm Azriel’s body felt against yours.

Neither of you say anything for a long moment.  A part of you is even afraid to meet Azriel’s gaze.  When you finally do, his expression is neutral, completely unruffled but for the faint flush of his cheeks. 

You’re about to open your mouth, to finally break the cocoon of silence that had settled over you both, when the office door flies open, two male bodies shoving their way in.

“You think you can just fuck my wife in my own home?”  You hear the voice of High Lord Beron cry out, and as you turn towards him with widened eyes, you find that Beron is just as shocked to see you as you are to see him.  He clearly expected the High Lady and her lover to still be lingering in the office; perhaps, he even orchestrated the whole affair to catch them in the act. 

Instead of the Lady of Autumn and the High Lord of Day, however, there is only you.  Only you and the Shadowsinger, standing merely a few feet apart.

For a moment, you freeze, unsure what to do.  Your mouth falls open, shock coursing through you, before you remember yourself.

“My lord,” you stutter with a respectful courtesy as Beron looks between you and the Night Court’s Spymaster in confusion.

“What are you doing here, girl?” The male behind Beron asks, and you would recognize that voice anywhere.  Your father. 

Beron takes a step to the side, revealing your father’s ominous frame, his disapproving glare. 

“Oh, um, I–” you say, your words failing you as a wave of panic crashes over you.  Beron and your father look between you and the Shadowsinger, their minds whirling.  

“Explain yourself now,” your father demands, but you can see in his eyes that he knows that this discovery means, what the only explanation is for a secret rendezvous with the Night Court’s Spymaster.  You can practically hear his thoughts from across the room.  My daughter, a traitor?

“High Lord Beron,” Azriel greets, his features completely neutral, but you can see how tensely he’s holding himself, ready to winnow out in a moment’s notice.  Unlike you, he has a place to escape to.

“I can explain,” you offer, trying to force your mind to comply.  You had been trained for this, and yet, somehow, your mind refuses to supply any believable lie.  You’re about to open your mouth, to say something foolish, when the scent of cloves and sizzling embers fills your lungs. 

“I don’t think an explanation is required, given how obvious what’s happened here is,” Eris coos, his voice patronizing as he enters the office and leans languidly against the doorframe. 

You feel the sting of betrayal course through you.  Eris Vanserra was your closest friend, and yet, here he was – about to feed you to the wolves.

You brace yourself for it, for the inevitable, as Beron and your father turn their attention to Eris, their interest clearly piqued.

“Well,” Eris says, gesturing towards the office as though he was the only logical person in the room.  “Obviously, they’re having a torrid affair.  No wonder they’re so embarrassed to be discovered.  Unless, of course, that isn’t your arousal I scent.” 

Eris raises a manicured eyebrow, daring anyone in the room to prove him wrong.  You swallow, your tongue thick in your throat as your gaze meets Eris’s.  He pins you with a disapproving look.  One that tells you that you would be hearing all about how foolish it was for you to get caught if Beron allows you to live.

When your body finally gets with the program, remembering how to move, you take the opening Eris has thrust in front of you, taking a step closer to Azriel.  You tuck your arm into his, ignoring how he tenses at the contact.  You let a blush shine through on your cheeks, looking up at the High Lord from below your lashes. 

Just like that, you transform into the bashful, lovestruck maiden.

Each second of silence that passes as Beron and your father weigh the credibility of Eris’s story feels like an eternity as you stand perfectly still, unable to move. 

Finally, Beron raises an eyebrow.  “Well,” he huffs.  “I suppose that makes sense.”

You’re about to sigh in relief, thankful for Eris’s intrusion, for allowing you to keep your head, when your father cries out, “This is an outrage!  I will not have Illyrian scum defiling my daughter.”

Azriel flinches, almost imperceptibly, and you’re careful to avoid his gaze.  From what you knew of the other courts in Prythian, the Autumn Court had the most “traditional” ideals regarding female behavior.  As a lady of a high-ranking Autumn Court family, you were expected to remain “pure” until your wedding night, that way you remained most valuable in procuring a fruitful marriage.

An Illyrian from the Night Court was not exactly a bedpartner your father would approve of.

“Well, I’m sure the Illyrian intends to marry her.” Eris’s voice rings out, his sneer practically audible, and you’re not sure if you want to thank him or ring his throat.  “I have heard that he believes himself to be a male of honor.”

Then, Eris turns his gaze to his father; his voice lower, strategic.  “Perhaps this union could be beneficial to the Autumn Court.”

That seems to soldify Beron’s interest as he looks between you and Azriel, assessing.  You can see the wicked wheels turning in Beron’s mind, fueled by his lust for power.

“I will not stand for this.  I will invoke the blood duel,” your father cries, and Beron merely turns his eyes towards his most trusted advisor, a bored look on his face.

“Now, Cornelius, if the Shadowsinger intends to marry her, there is no need for the blood duel,” Beron tells him, and when the High Lord turns his attention back to Azriel, there is a wicked dare lingering in his eyes. 

Reject this proposal and you both are dead, it seems to say.

You turn towards Azriel, trying to meet his gaze, but he refuses to look at you, to even acknowledge your presence.  “Yes, my lord,” Azriel says, his face expressionless.  “I intend to marry her.”

 …

Once your father and Beron leave, returning to the festivities, it only takes a minute for Azriel to throw himself at Eris, landing a staggering punch to his jaw. 

“I’ll kill you for that,” Azriel snarls, unsheathing his infamous knife and pressing it firmly against the creamy pale skin of Eris’s neck.  Despite the blade at his throat, Eris merely chuckles, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

You roll your eyes at their antics, cursing yourself for deciding to work so closely with males with such fragile egos.  Pulling out the dagger you keep stored at your upper thigh, you point it at Azriel. 

“Alright, Shadowsinger, let’s handle this civilly,” you say, because while Eris is a pain in the ass, he is also your closest friend.  He was the only male in the Autumn Court who had ever treated you as more than a pretty face or a mere vessel for bearing children.

Looking down at you with nothing but pure disdain lingering in his hazel eyes, Azriel scrunches his nose in protest before taking a step back and removing his knife from Eris’s throat.

Eris sneers at the Shadowsinger as he brushes himself off, wiping the blood away from his mouth.  “You’re just lucky that I heard what was happening and thought quickly enough to save you both.”

Azriel growls at the Heir to the Autumn Court, looking as though he might try and run him through with his blade. 

“While forcing lovely (y/n) to marry an Illyrian brute wasn’t exactly ideal, it’s better than Beron killing you both,” Eris says with an airy sigh as though this whole thing has merely inconvenienced him. 

“We will not be marrying,” Azriel grits out.  He doesn’t look at you, his gaze firmly focused on Eris.  Tension runs through his body as he keeps his fists clenched tightly at his hips.

You say nothing, knowing that Eris had already sealed your fate.  Under the laws of the Autumn Court, you have no say in the marriage.  Your future was at the whims of your father, of your High Lord.

Eris draws himself up to his full height, a demeaning glare toying at his lips.  “You will marry her, Shadowsinger.  If you don’t, you will risk everything our alliance has worked for, and you put yourself at the risk of a blood duel.”

Azriel merely scoffs, crossing his arms.  “I’m not afraid to be challenged to a blood duel by her father.”

“I wouldn’t underestimate him or my father’s desire to diminish the Night Court’s power,” Eris replies, and you can hear the frustration in his voice.  “Beron himself might offer to serve as champion in her father’s place; doing so would break no laws.  And while you may be able to sing to shadows, you are no match for my father’s power.”

When Azriel says nothing, Eris adds, “Not to mention, refusing to marry (y/n) would make her a social pariah.  I thought you were an honorable male, Shadowsinger.”

“Eris–” you start, but he waves you off, arrogance dripping off him.

He looks between you both with the dominance of a future High Lord.  “You will marry, and that is the last we will speak of it.  I will finalize the details of the arrangement with Rhysand” 

You clench your firsts, anger flowing through you as Eris merely dismisses your concerns. 

As Azriel winnows away, jaw clenched, you meet his gaze.  His expression is void of emotion, nothing but a hint of resentment lingering in his hazel eyes.

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You stood before the bathroom mirror, steam from your shower wafting throughout the room as your thoughts drifted. It was utterly ridiculous the amount of times your mind had strayed to your mate, images of him during his morning training practically branding your brain as your body heated.

You had been in the midst of a quick break, your body trembling in between sets of intense training with the valkyries when your eyes snagged on him. Sparring with his brother was your mate, the muscles of his back taut as he struck, quickly throwing the blade in front of him as the metal absorbed Azriels hit.

Your throat became dry as you worked to swallow around the lump now, forming as your eyes began trailing further south. His abs tightened as he shifted, darting around Azriel in an attempt to catch him off guard, missing and growling in frustration.

The sound settled in your bones as your core throbbed, body wanting nothing more than to have him above you, his hips propelling into yours as that throaty sound rumbled through his chest.

Continuing your journey, you watched the way his thighs shifted with each movement, the muscle practically begging to be released as his leathers hugged it tightly.

It wasn't until Emerie cleared her throat that you looked away, completely entranced by his body, continuing to steal glances for the rest of the morning.

You hadn't noticed the way your hand had trailed up, brushing against the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs until a moan was falling from your parted lips. Immediately, you pulled your hand back, frustrated that he had you this worked up and was sitting in his office as though nothing was amiss, knowing damn well that he was more than likely feeling your arousal through the bond.

Frowning at yourself in the mirror, you turned, rushing into the bedroom and throwing on the nearest article of clothing, tossing it over your head only to realize it was Cassian’s shirt when you were halfway down the hall.

Your feet carried you as fast as they could towards his study as his scent wrapped around you, doing nothing to ease the throbbing pain between your legs as you bit back a moan.

You rushed past Azriel in the hallway, the male sensing your frustration seconds before your scent hit him. He paused to turn his head, a quiet laugh leaving him as you continued on your way, hearing his muttered oh boy before he was gone.

Stood before his office doors, you hesitated for only a moment before throwing the wooden masses open, quickly shutting and locking them behind you. Turning, you found your mate paused in action, his pen hovering over his paper as he watched you, eyes looking mildly concerned by your demenor.

It wasn't until you took a few steps closer that he noticed, his nostrils flairng at your scent as his fingers tightened around the pen in his hand, kunckles becoming white as he did so.

His tone was even, the sound audibly forced, "Y/n?"

You stepped forward, not stopping until the tops of your thighs brushed against his desk, "I need you."

His adam's apple bobbed as he studied you closely before his eyes flashed back down to his desk, papers strone across the surface.

Meeting your gaze again, his musk filled the air as he spoke. "Let me finish up, sweetheart, and I'll be right there."

The thought of even going a few more seconds without your mate was incomprehensible, a feat that would take strength and willpower you no longer had. You shook your head, rounding his desk and gripping his chair, pulling it out enough for you to straddle his lap.

Your lips molded with his instantly, his taste sending sparks flying through your veins. Cassain released a groan, dropping his pen in favor of the rounds of your ass, giving them a gentle squeeze as he pulled you closer.

The movement had your eyes flying open, his tongue parting the seam of your lips with ease and diving into your mouth as your mind zeroed in on the feeling between your thighs.

At this angle, your legs were on either side of his thigh, the muscle filling out his leathers he still dawned, sight positively mouthwatering. As he guided you further up his lap, your bare clit brushed against the roughness beneath you, the feeling causing a moan to tumble from your lips as you pulled back, looking at your mate with low lashes and swollen lips, finding that he looked much the same.

Slowly, you began to grind your hips, swaying back and forth as your pleasure began to build. Cassian said nothing, only surging forward to capture your lips once more as his kiss became deep and hurried, desperate for more despite his early words. You continued to use his thigh, your pace becoming faster and faster until your head was falling back, core cleanching in search for more, needing to feel his cock inside of you.

Your eyes met his, deperation lacing your voice as you whined, "Please, Cass. I need you, now."

A low laugh rummbled in his chest as his hands moved from your ass to the arms of his chair, smirking at you as his erection hardened at the look on your face, "You started this yourself, princess. You can finish it too."

You pursed your lips, giving him your best pouty face to no avail, watching the way his face relaxed expectantly, knowing that your need was too strong to do anything but obey.

You made a show of pressing yourself into his cock, grinding slow and hard as Cassians face faltered slightly before snapping back into place, his breathing becoming unsteady as he watched, eyes tracking your hips.

Your high had not yet disapated as you began moving again, dampening his pants as you quickened your pace, the material brusing against your clit with precision that your legs trembling around him as you neared the edge.

Your pants and moans filled the room as Cassian grabbed your hair, baring your neck to him as he began kissing the delicate skin, speaking roughly against your neck, "That's it, y/n, use my thigh to get off."

You let out an otherworldly sound, his words sending you over, your climax washing over your body as you bucked your hips senslessly, gaining friction as small tremors wracked your body.

As you came down, you felt the absence of your mate at your neck, opening your eyes to find him breathing heavily. Cassian was leaned back in his chair, his hands having returned to the arms of his chair as his knuckles went white with the force of his grip. His eyes were glossy, glazed over with his own lust and need that had your body humming.

Looking down at his lap, your clit throbbed once more, finding the evidence of your reckless movements now providing a slick cover for his leathers. Your breathing began to become even as your eyes trailed up the chest before you before meeting Cassians eyes and leaning in, kissing him gently.

A gasp escaped you as his hands wrapped around you, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss seconds before he rose, slamming you onto his desk and knocking papers askew.

Your eyes flared as you watched him, allowing him to place another rough kiss on your lips before backing up slightly, careful to stay between your legs as his hands moved to undo his leathers.

Your body heated instantly, entirely unprepared for what was waiting as his cock sprung free, hard and wanting.

Cassian angled himself between your thighs as your body readied to take him, pausing when his hands grasped your legs, slowly closing them.

"Since you used mine, how about I use yours. Seems fair, right?"

You watched him in shock before your head began nodding on its own accord, sucking in a breath when your thighs locked around his thick member. Cassian began moving, slow and unbothered, his hips working to propel himself between your legs.

The feeling was something else, not quite the pleasure you had expected, but pleasure none the less. Your arms wrapped around his hulking form, pulling him flush with your still clothed chest as your nails scraped along his back. Something about your movements set him off, his pace quickening as he began to buck into the tightness provided by your thighs with reckless abandon.

His groan had your nipples pebbling beneath your shirt, "Fuck! Never thought anything could feel as good as that pussy."

You released your own moan, loving feeling of him fucking your thighs, his movements becoming jerky as his pace quickened.

You jumped at the sound of broken glass, looking over your shoulder to find a vase now shattered on the floor. A stack of papers slowly inched towards the edge of the desk, your eyes watching the way they fell to the floor after a few particularly rough thrusts.

Turning back to your mate, you locked your thighs together, making the space he had to move as small as possible. Cassian only moved faster before he released a strangled sound, his shoulders shaking as he came onto your stomach. His seed slowly trailed down your body before pooling at the apex of your thighs as he pulled back completely.

"Spread your legs."

You let out a shaky breath as you obeyed, nails biting into his arm as he lowered his hand, catching his cum on his fingers before pushing them into your cunt. He fucked his release into you before pulling back, watching as some of his seed came spilling back out, the sight causing string of mewls to escape you.

His eyes moved to scan the room, noticing the broken vase and scattered papers, eyes widdening slightly, "Well, so much for getting anything done."

Feyre hummed as she carefully spun the ropes around your body. She stopped every few passes to trace her hand over your cheek, to look in your eyes and check in with you, a soft and peaceful smile gracing her lips. You know how much she loves this - of course you do as well, but she always seemed calmer after one of these ‘sessions.’ 

You winced as the next one tugged especially tight. “Sorry love,” she murmured, placing a kiss on your shoulder. “It has to be tight this time.” 

Tight this time? For what? You didn’t question or push her for answers, knowing all well she wouldn’t reply. But … you did try Rhys, sending a questioning look to where he was sitting - in an armchair, legs stretched out in front of him and fingers interlocked behind his head. He shook his head slightly, but the look on his face told you he knew what was headed your way. Before you could stick your tongue out at him - or send him some kind of rude gesture, Feyre spoke again. 

“Hands behind your back now.” You listened, and she wound the rope around your wrists, loose enough a finger or two could slip between them, but not enough for them to slip over your hands. You felt a tug in the middle of your back, and instinctively pulled back against it. 

“None of that,” Feyre chided, tugging you right back in place. You glanced behind you, spotting the thick rope attached to your back just in time before Feyre pushed your head back forward again. 

A snap of Rhys’s fingers and a blindfold covered your eyes. You grumbled as Feyre thanked him for it. Footsteps sounded across the room, and Rhys’s arm circled around your back, the other on the back of your head, holding you nice and steady into his body. Feyre’s hands ran over your thighs, running up and down in light strokes.

She gripped one, carefully wrapping your entire upper thigh, one at a time before binding the two of them together. At least that’s what you thought she was doing, it was difficult to tell without you seeing it. You tried to figure out what the point was, what the end game was for her, but any questions you asked were quickly muffled by Rhys’s hand. You would’ve found it amusing had you not been so frustrated. 

“Patience is rewarded,” Feyre’s hand swatted your ass as you let out a muffled grumble. 

You lowered your mental walls, and felt Rhys’s presence. 

“Will you show me?” 

“No.” He answered firmly. “And stop whining.” 

“Or what?” You teased. 

His hand fisted itself in the back of your hair, tugging just enough you felt a slight hint of pain. 

“You won’t like the results.” You didn’t argue with him any further. 

You let out a yelp as something attached to the back of your legs, yanking you back. 

Slowly, your legs were lifted into the air, and you flailed as your body left the ground. 

“You’re alright, love,” Feyre whispered, running a hand down the bare skin on your back. Something supported your hips - magic maybe, you weren’t certain, only focused on the fact that you were now horizontal and if you could see - your eyes would see only the carpet beneath you. 

You focused on your breathing, on staying calm, and vaguely registered more rope winding itself around your upper arms, your elbows - and then your ankles. Your back arched as your legs were tugged forwards, tying them off to your wrists. 

“Pretty little slut,” Rhys croons, “all tied up for us.” Fingers twist and pinch your nipples, drawing a strangled moan from your lips. 

Two fingers drag up your folds, “she likes it,” Feyre murmurs, gathering all of the arousal pooling between your thighs. Gods you do like it, suspended here - embracing the discomfort, knowing you’re helpless and at their mercy. There’s a type of cathartic release in it, in letting go of control, in trusting both of them to take care of you - to fulfill all of the dirty desires you used to keep hidden. “Maybe I’ll paint this one day.” 

You hear light footsteps, circling around you and Feyre sends you an image - her fingers in Rhys’s mouth, his eyes glazed over with lust as he cleans them, releasing them with a pop, and a smirk on his face as he glances back to the side - back over at you. 

“Can I see?” You mumble, sticking your bottom lip out and pouting. Another swat directly to your ass, harsher this time and with a larger hand - Rhys. You rock forward with the blow, your entire body shifting as you ease back and forth. 

“Don’t be greedy,” Feyre chides, but her voice is light with amusement as she runs her hands over the ropes holding your body hostage, stopping only to drag her nails along the slivers of bare skin. “I think her mouth needs something else to do, don’t you Rhys?” 

“I think so, darling.” He purred, and you heard the sounds of clothing shifting, feel yourself lowered, and a small hiss came from Rhys - and felt him, his cock pressed against your lips, and Feyre’s hand gripped the back of your hair. You’ve learned the differences in their touches, how Feyre liked to dig her nails in the back of your head, while Rhys would pull your hair back instead to arch your neck. You open wide, and he slides in - as deep as he can as your sputter around him while Feyre’s pushed you further down. You did your best to suck your cheeks in, to swirl your tongue around just as he likes, but he didn’t move - staying perfectly in place to let you drool around him, and struggled to keep your breath. Feyre let out a low laugh, before pulling your head back - and pushing down again. She was merciless, forcing you to take him deeper and deeper with each pass, and ignored your muffled yells and gags around him. 

“Look at you,” She breathed, “choking on him, taking his cock like a good little whore, you want this - don’t you?” She’s right, you did want this, but you knew all you’d have to do is snap your fingers and everything would stop. Still, you doubt you’d ever do that - you never have, and they’ve never gone too far, pushing the limits but always giving you exactly what you could handle. 

A groan came from Rhys, and his cum hit the back of your throat. “Take it all baby, all of it.” Feyre said as you struggled to swallow. 

“Beautiful,” Rhys murmured, his thumb stroking your cheek as he pulled out. You leaned into his touch and let out a small noise of content. 

You yelped as you’re pulled up - again, the air shifting around your body to hit your core. Absolutely soaked, possibly dripping right onto the carpet beneath you. Feyre chuckled, and gave you no warning as two fingers slammed into you - sending your body rocking forward again, crooking up to hit that spot, a thumb also circled your clit and applied the perfect amount of pressure. You let out a litany of curses, moans, and oh gods, gods, gods, followed by their names and a scream the whole river house could hear as she quickly worked you over the edge. 

“But Nes will punish me.” Your protest seemed to fall on deaf ears, as Cassian continued trailing his lips down your spine, his hands working to pull your pants down.

What started as a simple back massage turned to Cassian being unable to control himself—unsurprisingly. Though you knew you were partially to blame, given the scent of your arousal filling the air, overwhelming him. You couldn’t help it, with the way he had been touching you.

“I will worry about Nes,” Cassian replied as he lifted your hips into the air, baring yourself to him. “It’s just you and me right now. Relax, sweetheart.”

A breathy moan left you as Cassian swiped his cock through your folds, gathering your arousal. He teased your entrance, and you arched your back in a silent plea.

The two of you groaned in unison as Cassian slid inside you, filling you perfectly. “So fucking perfect,” Cassian said to himself as he set a steady pace.

You were a moaning mess, so utterly blissed out that you hadn’t noticed Nesta entering the bedroom until she was naked and on the bed beside you, the scent of her arousal making you clench around Cassian’s cock.

“Too much of a greedy little slut to wait for me, hm?”

At your lack of response, Nesta wrapped your hair around her fist, yanking it as she forced you to meet her eyes. “Can’t speak? Has he fucked you dumb already?”

You whimpered. “I—oh…”

Cassian slowed his thrusts, brushing perfectly against your sweet spot to make you stumble over your words. He was doing it on purpose—had to be.

You propped yourself up on your forearms, your eyes pleading as you replied to Nesta, “‘M sorry, Nes.”

“You don’t look very sorry.”

You had no response for that. And you knew she hated it when you didn’t respond.

“Stop,” Nesta told Cassian. You craned your neck just in time to see him half-snarl at her, before doing as she said.

You whined as Cassian pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. Cassian looked just as frustrated, his cock standing proudly, slick with your arousal.

“Since you can’t seem to speak,” Nesta said, tugging at your hair again. “You can put your pretty mouth to use in other ways.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but it quickly waned as Cassian situated himself at the head of the bed, his muscular thighs spread on either side of you. You braced your forearms atop his thighs, licking a stripe along the underside of his cock.

Cassian cursed, tangling a hand in your hair. He guided your mouth down until your nose brushed the hair at his base. As you bobbed your head, you could feel your slick running down your thighs, cunt aching with need.

Rather than touch you, like you naively hoped she would, Nesta situated herself above Cassian, straddling his face. The sound of her moaning was enough to have you considering whether it was possible to come without being touched.

It wasn’t long before Cassian’s hips were jerking, stifled groans leaving him as he spilled his release down your throat. Nesta followed in suit, head tipped back in pleasure as she ground against Cassian’s face.

As Nesta climbed off of Cassian, the latter pulled you up his body, while the former positioned herself behind you. “Do you want his cock?” Nesta murmured in your ear as she wrapped her arms around you, groping at your breasts.

“Y-Yes. Please.”

The sound of your pleading had Cassian’s length hardening again. You didn’t dare sink down on him, not yet. Not without Nesta’s permission.

“Do you think you’ve been good enough for that?” Nesta asked, snaking a hand down to circle your clit.

A trick question. You swallowed thickly, unsure of how to respond. Fortunately, Cassian spoke first.

“She’s been good Nes. Be nice.”

“You’re too lenient with her,” Nesta told him. “Plus she likes when I’m mean.”

You did, in fact. But right now, you needed to come. You didn’t care how, but the ache between your legs was almost unbearable.

“Keep it up and I’ll be mean to you later.” Challenge gleamed in Cassian’s eyes, and you knew if you turned your head, Nesta’s eyes would mirror it all the same.

“We’ll see,” was all Nesta said before she relented, and helped guide you onto Cassian’s throbbing length.

Eris’s POV:

High Lord Helion’s palace was airy, bathed in warm sunlight, when Eris arrived.

The High Lord of Day was sitting at his desk, brows furrowed as he likely worked through an endless array of tasks that needed to be accomplished now that Prythian was free from Amarantha.  A pang of envy ran through Eris’s body.  If only it had been Beron who had been killed Under the Mountain instead of Helion’s father.  Then, Eris would be the one who was a freshly minted High Lord.

“High Lord Helion,” Eris said with a respectful bow, avoiding his typical condescending sneer.

Helion stood from his desk, crossing his arms as Eris entered the light-filled room.

“Eris,” Helion greeted, his gaze icy as he looked over the heir to the Autumn Court.  Eris couldn’t help but wonder if Helion’s ire was due to Eris’s resemblance to his father.  “It is a surprise to see you.”

Eris nodded at the understatement.  He should be back in Autumn aiding his father reassert his power over the court, assisting in repairing the damage and disarray Amarantha inflicted.  And yet, here he was – arriving on the doorstep of the High Lord of Day about to ask for an invaluable favor.

“I must ask for your discretion regarding my visit, Helion,” Eris noted, keeping his face neutral.  “It has not been sanctioned by my father.”

Helion’s golden eyes narrowed, sliding over the auburn-haired male cautiously.  “I see.  And I suppose this isn’t merely a social visit?”

“No,” Eris confirmed, taking a deep breath.  “I need a favor.”

And Helion tilted his head to the side, interested, as Eris told him of you.

…

Reader’s POV:

You didn’t see Eris again for a few weeks, but he stayed true to his word and worked with High Lord Tamlin to ensure the refugees who sought to return to the Autumn Court were able to do so safely. 

When he finally arrived at your doorstep, you did not know what to expect. 

As you pulled open your door, letting Eris inside, his warm, soothing scent filled your lungs.  His amber eyes shimmered slightly in the soft fae light, and not a single strand of his auburn hair was out of place.  You longed to brush your fingertips across the soft skin of his cheek, to weave your fingers through his hair.

Instead, however, you forced yourself to remain in control, to avoid succumbing to your base desires. 

You weren’t naive enough to believe that allowing Eris into your bed had suddenly changed his feelings about you, about the bond.  And yet, you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that your time together had meant something, that it hadn’t just been you who felt the overwhelming pull of the mating bond.

As Eris entered, his gaze immediately narrowed on his younger brother who was sitting on your couch, enjoying a cup of tea.  Lucien smirked at his brother, raising an auburn eyebrow at the male.

“Enjoying your newfound freedom, Eris?” Lucien said in way of greeting.

Eris stood tall as he levelled a glare at his younger brother.  He was just as handsome as the last time you saw him, but gone was any reminder of the softness, the tenderness he had laid bare when he took you to bed.  When Eris had held you in his arms, his length sheathed deep inside of you, you let yourself imagine that he loved you, that he cared as much for you as you did for him.  But now, seeing him stand tall, his features just as stern and cold as they had been during that very first meeting, you wondered if it had meant anything to him at all.

Eris crossed his arms as he stood in your entryway.  “You could say that,” he replied, his voice bored, unfeeling.

Lucien snickered, looking at you knowingly.  He had come over the morning after Eris had made love to you, turning his nose up at the obvious scent of sex that lingered in your cottage.  You rolled your eyes at your friend, resisting the urge to smack him as Eris turned his attention towards you.

“Do you have a moment?” Eris asked, his expression neutral.  His tone softened slightly, and a part of you wondered if you merely imagined it. “I was hoping to have a word.”

You offered him a small smile, despite the nerves that gnawed at your stomach, nodding. 

When Lucien seemed content to linger, to overhear whatever it was that Eris had come all this way to discuss, Eris shot him a glare. 

“Alone,” he emphasized tersely, and Lucien stood with a huff.

“I suppose that’s my cue,” Lucien grumbled dramatically, slowly collecting his things as he moved towards your door, clearly displeased that his brother was inconveniencing him.  “I’ll be outside when you’re done.”

Once Lucien was out of sight, Eris’s amber eyes shifted towards you, offering you his full attention.  There was a time that the weight of Eris’s attention would have shaken you to your core, almost terrifying you.  Now, however, you savored it, wondering if he had finally come to end whatever connection lingered between you.

You took a deep breath, sitting down at your small dining room table and gesturing for Eris to sit across from you.  “What did you want to talk about?”

“I was hoping to discuss the bond,” he told you, his tone grave, serious.  Your heart froze in your chest, even as you gave him a slight nod, trying to hide your fear.

You did your best to keep your breathing steady, to mask the nerves that spread through your body.  You attempted to mimic Eris’s unflappable composure as you waited, bracing yourself.

“I’m sure you have gathered that I have been apprehensive about our bond due to our differences,” Eris said after a moment, taking a deep breath.  His eyes met yours, but you could tell he was working hard to shield his emotions.

“I did gather that, yes,” you hummed in response.  Memories of his disdainful glare and his admission that he intended to reject the bond flashed before your eyes. 

“I’ll admit that when I first met you, I thought that things could never work between us.  I don’t think I ever considered finding a mate, especially not one from such a different background,” Eris mused, and you raised a brow, but keep your mouth shut.  “And given my father’s biases, introducing you as my mate while he still lives would likely endanger your life.”

You nodded; a part of you knew he was right.  Your relationship was never fated to succeed. 

After all, he was the heir to the Autumn Court, and you were a servant. 

You supposed this was inevitable, really.  Ever since that night after the party when Eris had admitted to caring for you and had insisted that he must reject the bond nonetheless, you had wondered when he would finally sever the connection between you.    

You wondered if the Mother had been merciful or callous in letting you hold onto the bond for as long as you did.  For letting you hold Eris close, if only for one night.

Eris swallowed, his golden eyes tracking your every movement.  “I went to visit High Lord Helion, to discuss what could be done about the bond.”

Your chest tightened at his words, the ache of rejection building in your chest.  You avoided his gaze, aware of the sorrow that likely shone in your eyes. “I see.  Well, if you intend to reject the bond, then there is nothing I can do to stop you.”

Even as the words fell off your tongue, they didn’t feel like they belonged to you.  You felt distant, as though you were watching the conversation as an observer rather than as a participant.

Eris tilted his head to the side, his foxlike eyes narrowing on you. 

“I do not intend to reject the bond,” he said, his voice soft but firm. 

“You don’t?”

And then, Eris was reaching across the table, placing his warm hand over yours.  When you met his gaze, there was something indiscernible lying within his amber eyes, a vulnerability you were unfamiliar with.  As he cradled your hand in his, you held your breath, unsure what to think.

“After spending forty-nine years without you, I realized that I have never felt this way before.  I never believed that I could love someone, that I could be loved,” Eris told you, his thumb tracing gently across the soft skin of your hand.  The sensation of his skin against yours grounded you. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since the moment the bond snapped, no matter how hard I tried.  And I don’t want to spend the rest of my life without you; I don’t think I could bear it.”

Breath whooshed from your lungs.  Of all the things you had expected Eris to say, that certainly was not one of them.

After a short pause, Eris continued, “Someday, I will be High Lord of the Autumn Court, and I have realized that I want you by my side.”

“And you think the Autumn Court can handle having a Lady who used to be a maid?”  The question fell off your tongue before you could stop it.  You knew the biases that haunted many members of the Autumn Court nobility.  They had looked down upon you your entire life.  Would they truly be able to accept that you were capable of being the Lady of the Autumn Court?

“I will make them handle it,” Eris growled, his tone firm, protective.  The fact that it was you who elicited that response, that he was so desperate to protect, made your heart swell.  “I don’t care what anyone thinks.”

“What about your father?  Your brothers?”

Eris paused, meeting your gaze.  “I will not let anyone hurt you.  Not ever.”

The intensity of Eris’s gaze, the firmness of his voice, had your cheeks burning, warmth spreading through your chest.

“I asked High Lord Helion for his aid with a spell, one that allow me to put an imperceptible ward around your body.  It could shield the scent of our mating bond and ensure that my father and my brothers could not harm you,” Eris explained.  Each sentence was punctuated by him squeezing your hand gently, as though to remind you that you would get through it all together.  No matter what.

“You’ve thought this through,” you mused, your heart swelling in your chest. 

“I have.  It took me longer than I would like to admit, but I finally realized that you are the person I want to be with.  You are it for me,” Eris spoke with sure certainty, such complete confidence in his decision that your heart nearly melted.  “But I realize that I haven’t always been the kindest towards you.  Kindness is not necessarily my strong suit, so I understand if you do not want me, if you do not want the bond.”

You stared at him for a moment, not quite sure how to form words.

“Where would we live?”  You asked, and you saw relief flood Eris’s features as he realized that you didn’t intend to immediately reject his proposal.

“Anywhere you’d like, fawn,” Eris said with an easy smirk.  “I will have to spend time in the Forest House, but I thought you could pick out a place for us to live, to be together.  Some place we could call our own.”

“I’d like that,” you breathed with a soft smile, imagining a place where you and Eris could live together – imagining being able to return home.

“And when you’re ready, when we have the shield in place, you can accept the bond, if that’s what you want,” Eris told you, his amber eyes meeting yours.  They darkened slightly, as Eris likely envisioned the frenzy that would occur once you finally accepted the bond.

“I want this, Eris.  I want you.” 

As soon as you spoke, Eris was standing, pulling you into his arms.  He held your body close to his as though he couldn’t bear the thought of having any distance between you.

“I have never wanted anyone, anything, more than I want you,” Eris told you firmly, and you could feel it through the bond – the way he ached for you, the way he cared so desperately that it terrified him.

When his lips brushed against yours, they were soft, gentle, but you could feel the passion, the emotion that lingered in the kiss.  Eris kissed you reverently, desperately, as though he had never experienced anything better than the feeling of your lips on his. 

And when he pulled away, Eris’s eyes were soft, affectionate as he smiled at you.  He offered you an open, genuine smile– something more breathtaking than anything you had ever seen before.

You didn’t know exactly what your future would hold, but you knew that this was worth it, that he was worth it.

…

Eris’s POV:

As Eris exited your cottage, a novel sense of comfort lingering in his chest, the bright red hair that belonged to his youngest brother caught his eye.  Lucien was sitting underneath a tree, reading as he waited to be allowed back inside.  

Lucien’s golden eye glinted in the soft afternoon sunlight, a reminder of the pain Amarantha had caused.  Eris observed him for a moment, taking in the deep scar etched upon his face.  How different Lucien had become since he had been exiled from the Autumn Court, forced to live away from his family, his home. 

If they were a different set of brothers, Eris might have told Lucien how much he missed him.  He might have pulled Lucien into a hug, might have reminded him that Lucien would always have a place in his heart. 

If they were a different set of brothers, Lucien might have even hugged Eris back.

But they were Vanserras.

Vanserras did not hug.  They did not admit that they cared.

So instead, Eris merely raised an eyebrow at his brother, pausing in front of him. 

Lucien nodded his head towards your cottage, giving Eris a quizzical look.

“You’re sure about this, brother?  About her?” Lucien asked, and Eris knew he was asking about you, about the bond.  Lucien had always been the brother who knew him best, who seemed to be the only one who understood how Eris thought.

Eris swallowed, his mind forcing him to relive all the time he had spent cursing the Mother for making you his mate, thinking that you were beneath him.  For months, you had haunted his every dream, the entirety of his waking thoughts.  He had been so focused on trying to force himself to despise you, he hadn’t allowed himself to consider the way you had changed him, the way you helped him to become a better male.

Taking a deep breath, Eris nodded at his younger brother.  He felt more certain about you than he had felt about anything else before.

“I am,” Eris noted, and the corners of his lips threatened to turn upwards at the thought of a future with you.  Eris quickly suppressed the feeling, forcing his features to remain neutral.  “I have grown tired of allowing Beron to decide what kind of male I’m going to be.” 

Lucien didn’t say anything for a long moment, simply observing his brother.  Whatever it was he saw, Eris couldn’t be sure. 

“There is hope for you yet, Eris,” Lucien hummed, a faint smirk toying at his lips.  

As Eris returned to the Autumn Court, he hoped that Lucien was right. 

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