#birchin

My cheeks heat. I must have been so enthralled in the thought that it had sent down the mating bond. I decided then that I wouldn’t let myself pass up this opportunity. I chose to trust the males huddled within the birchin to not ruin our friendship over a sharing of mutual pleasure. They had done this before, I tell myself. Their friendships all seem very much intact. 

I’m coming, I push down the bond to Rhys.

Yes, you will be, he purrs back.

We’re here whenever you’re ready, Feyre Darling. I could feel his lust laced through every word. Butterflies scattered throughout my stomach as I realize what I’m about to do. Biting my lip, I take a deep breath and walk to the door of the birchin. I knew they could hear me long before I would open the door, but still stopped to gather myself. 

As I reach for the door handle, I feel my mate’s warm voice once more sneaking into my mind. 

No clothes in the birchin, my love. House rules.

Gods, I knew he was probably smirking right beyond the door, anticipating how nervous I’d be. I quickly shed my clothes, kicking off my boots as I went. Not letting myself pause again for fear that I’d back out, I open the door and quickly shut it behind myself. 

It’s so dim in here. It takes me a few moments to adjust to the lack of lighting when my eyes find my mate’s. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me. 

“Looking as delicious as ever, my love,” he purrs, reaching out his hand to me. My breath catches as I see how hard he already is, erection pressing against his abs. I near him as he pulls me to stand between his legs. 

“Hi, baby,” He says only loud enough for me to hear, flashing me a sly smile. I grin back at him nervously. 

Finally brave enough to glance around the room, I see Azriel to my left, sitting on the bench, steam and sweat coating his chest, sticking certain strands of his raven black hair to his forehead. His arms lounge on the back of the wooden bench, wrists limp. Noticing I had turned my attention to him, his hazel eyes shine with something wicked, lush pink lips tugging up at one corner. Gods, Azriel was beautiful. 

“Feyre Darling, Azriel won today’s snowball fight. That’s a pretty big deal around here. Wanna go congratulate him?” Rhys purrs, kissing along my lower abdomen, hands holding my hips as he works. I hesitate, nervous to be the first to break the tension between the four of us. Rhys looks up at me, reassurance and love in his eyes. He turns me in his arms, giving me a light tap on my ass as I start towards the shadowsinger. 

His hazel eyes stare into mine with such intensity I feel like I might melt. I stop a foot away from him, wringing my hands in front of me. A corner of his lips turns upwards in a wicked smirk as he makes no move to show me where he wants me. His eyes survey my body as I stand before him. 

“You look positively terrified, little mouse,” Azriel hums, letting out a dark chuckle. 

I open my mouth to speak but for the life of me can’t recall words when my eyes land on his huge length, hard and against his stomach now.

“It’s okay, my love. Az will be gentle… at first,” Rhys murmurs from his seat across the birchin. I nod, stepping closer to Azriel. Taking a deep breath to still myself, I decide I am going to be brave. Swinging one leg at a time over him, I straddle Azriel’s lap, mere inches from that beautiful mouth. He groans in quiet approval. 

Azriel’s hands snake up my thighs to grab my ass. In one rough motion, he pulls me down onto him. My core glides against the length of him and he shudders. One hand moves in between us and grips the sides of my throat, squeezing just enough that it sent a rush of euphoria to my head. He uses his grip on my throat to pull my face down so that our foreheads were touching. He pants into my mouth, attempting to control himself before moving. 

“Are you always..” he growls, “this fucking wet, Feyre?” 

Those words drag an animalistic sound from deep in my chest. Azriel drops his head lower, lips wrapping around my right nipple as his hands massage and palm my breasts. His warm, wet tongue circles my nipple, sucking and biting at it. My hips begin to rock against his, almost involuntarily. 

“Gods-” I groan loudly, rubbing myself against Azriel. It suddenly occurs to me that my mate is still behind me, and my cheeks begin to burn at the fact that I have ignored him. I hope he isn’t jealous or hurt. I crane my neck to look behind me. And what I see makes my core begin to throb. 

Rhys has his hands tangled in Cassian’s hair as the two erotically smash their mouths together, the feirceness of it something to behold. I watch as my mate’s tongue delves into Cassian’s open mouth when Azriel begins to demand my attention again. He moves from my nipple to the most sensitive parts of my neck. He licks a line from the base of my throat up to my jaw, pulling a deep moan from my lips. 

Dragging his hand up to grip the hair at the nape of my neck, Azriel brings my mouth to his. His kiss is deep and sensual. A stark contrast to the one I just witnessed. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, dragging his teeth slowly along it as he releases it. I stop and look at him for a moment, his beautiful hazel eyes hooded and lustful. 

Still looking at him, I drag myself along his length again. He groans at the contact and the glide of me. I throb against him, so turned on by all of this that I forget any reservations I may have had. 

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He purrs, pushing me up and off of him. I whine in protest, but he continues the movement anyway. Before I can process what’s happening, Azriel has picked me up, wrapping my legs around his powerful torso. He walks over to where Rhys and Cassian are still interlocked.

He sits me on that section of the bench, kneeling in front of me. Having Azriel between my legs was a sight I didn’t realize I would enjoy quite as much as I did. 

Strong hands find my shoulders and slide down my arms as Rhys sits behind me, legs straddling my own as we both sit on the bench. Cassian walks behind Azriel then, wrapping his hand around Azriel’s throat underneath his jaw and pulling Azriel’s face up to look at him. Cassian leans down then and Azriel parts his lips softly as Cassian devors his mouth. I am pretty sure my jaw unhinges at the sight. The smell of my arousal must be overwhelming at this point. I am practically dripping, desperate for any contact. Cassian releases Azriel’s neck but stays standing behind him. 

A devilish look from Azriel is my only warning before he begins kissing my inner thighs. Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that render me speechless. I throw my head back, leaning it onto Rhys’s shoulders. Rhys’s hands come up around my body to grope my breasts. He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers in a way that sends bolts of pleasure to my core. 

Azriel continues towards my cunt slowly as Rhys continues his movements. The two of them have me mewling like a kitten as Cassian watches, pumping himself slowly behind Azriel, looking at how splayed open I am. 

Rhys latches his mouth onto my neck as he continues his work on my nipples. Azriel finally reaches my core and his kisses stop. He hovers over my clit, looking up at me in anticipation. 

“Look at me, little mouse,” he murmurs, blowing on my clit. I writhe against Rhys at my back, desperate to be touched. 

I look down at Azriel and watch as he oh so slowly opens his mouth, tongue licking one smooth line all the way up my pussy. My whole body shudders, seeing that perfect man on his knees, staring up at me as he licks me. He does that one more time before latching onto my clit, suckling and swirling. His mouth is so warm and delicious. I buck my hips against him, hands lacing in his hair to pull him closer. 

Rhys groans behind me, pressing his length harder into my back. Cassian walks forward then, legs parted to stand over Azriel as he suckled at me. Pumping his proud length, he touches the tip of his cock to my lips in invitation. I groan, opening my mouth for him as he slides into my mouth. He lets out a feral groan, hand cupping under my jaw. 

“My sweet filthy girl,” Rhys purrs in my ear, hands trailing my whole body with feather-light touches. “Does this turn you on? Me watching as my best friends eat your pussy and fuck your pretty little mouth?”

I groaned at his words, pressing Azriel’s face harder against myself as I took more and more of Cassian’s cock in my mouth, eager for what else was in store for me. Azriel hummed in approval, hands attaching to the insides of both my thighs to splay me open even more so he had better access. 

I take all of Cassian then, gagging and swallowing around the huge girth of him as he holds a hand to either side of my face. He throws his head back in euphoria, cock twitching as he comes in my mouth. I swallow his cum once he pulls out of my mouth, and he lovingly grabs my chin before releasing me.

Suddenly, Azriel sucks harder, my moans becoming louder. I thrust myself against his face as he dines on me. I begin to see stars as I come against his mouth and I can’t do it, can’t do it, can’t do it. I move to push him away but Rhys grabs both of my hands and pulls them behind my back as Cassian reaches around Azriel to hold my legs open. 

Tears stream down my face as the shadowsinger continues to devour me. Seconds later, I am greeted by another wave of pleasure, moans transforming into sobs in my throat. 

“Oh, GODS, AZ-” I yelp out, unable to control myself. I come down off my second high, sure they will release me but they still don’t. Azriel’s lips leave my clit for a moment, giving me sweet relief but he looks up at me and I know I’m not getting off that easy.

“Come on, bunny. You’ve got one more in you for me. Let me taste you come one more time. I just can’t get enough of you,” Azriel grins, his unbelievably gorgeous face glistening with me. 

“I can’t,” I whine, yanking against Rhys’s hold on my arms. He plants a sweet kiss to my temple and holds my hands still. Rhys and I know each other very well in the bedroom, and I know he would never genuinely hold me against my will. I was reaping just as much pleasure from this as everyone else. 

Azriel reattaches his mouth to me, flicking his tongue even quicker than before. It takes no time before I’m writhing and crying out with my release again. Licking me clean, Azriel rises to his knees. With a wolfish grin, he leans over my shoulder and attaches his lips to Rhys’s. Rhys moans at the taste of me on Azriel’s tongue. I could have come again from the sight alone. When Azriel releases Rhy’s mouth, he moves to mine, pressing sweet and soothing kisses with his soft and plush lips.

His tongue swirls my own sensually. He pulls away to stand up, and Rhys lifts my hips. I go to stand, thinking that’s what he wants me to do when I feel him line himself up with my entrance and yank me back down onto him. I yelp as I adjust to the size of him. 

Desperate to show my mate just how much I loved him and worshiped him, I rode him, doing all the work for him and putting on a damn good show as I did. He whimpered underneath me, throwing his head back, guttural cries raking their way up his throat. Flicking my eyes across the room, I find Azriel panting, watching Rhys enter me over and over. Cassian knelt between Az’s legs, sloppily swallowing his cock. Cassian’s head bobbed as Az bucked up into his mouth, but Azriel’s eyes never left the spot where Rhy’s cock fucked up into me. 

In a much shorter time than usual due to my wetness and both our intense arousal, Rhys spills into me, cock twitching with effort as he bites down on my shoulder, shuddering in pleasure. I come again at the feeling of him, pulsing around him as he poured himself into me. 

Slowly, I stand up off him. I turn to stand between his legs and notice him gaping at the sight of his cum dripping out of me and down my legs. My face heats and I swear I will never get enough of him. 

The sounds behind me catch my attention and I turn, catching Azriel near his climax. The sounds between the two were utterly obscene as Cassian drooled all over him. With a loud groan, Azriel stiffened and stilled, spilling his cum into Cassian’s mouth. 

He collapsed backwards, panting. Cassian turned to me, pressing his lips to mine in demand. My lips parted for him as he spit Azriel’s cum into my mouth, swirling it between us with his tongue. I could feel it dripping down our chins as Azriel and Rhys watched, both pumping themselves slowly. The whole thing was so filthy I thought I might evaporate. I was so gods damned turned on. 

Pulling back from Cassian, I turn to look at Azriel whose eyes are blown wide as he sucks down a breath, looking at his cum smeared on mine and Cassian’s chins. He reaches out a hand for me and I oblige, nearing him. 

“Little mouse, you do still owe me a prize if I’m not mistaken,” he hums, planting light kisses to my hip bones. I turn to look at Rhys, who’s eyes are locked on Azriel’s mouth as he palms his still soaked cock. 

Azriel pulls me into his lap, my legs straddling him as his proud length twitches between us, begging for attention. 

“I want to fuck you so badly, Feyre,” he murmurs, kissing at my collarbones. 

“I want you to fill me with you, Azriel,” I say, stroking him lightly. “Don’t hold back.”

I line him up with my entrance and he lets out an obscene groan as I sink down onto him and gods he feels perfect. I bounce on his cock, eager to please him after how long he spent pleasuring me. 

I hear moans from behind me and assume the other two are finding their pleasure while watching us, but when I turn, I see something much better. Cassian is behind my mate, pounding into him as they both watch Azriel plunging into me with an unparalleled ferality. My mouth waters at the sight. I wasn’t sure why it was so arousing to me, but gods, it was. 

Azriel picks me up and in one swift move, lays me back against the bench until he is above me. He slides back into me with a whine, and pounds into me even harder than before. 

“Open your mouth for me, baby,” he coos, wrapping his hand around my throat once more and squeezing the sides of my neck. I oblige, sticking my tongue out slightly. 

Azriel puckers his lips and spits into my mouth. I moan as I feel his saliva mix with my own as he slides in and out of me. I closed my mouth, swallowing his spit as I stared into those fierce hazel eyes. 

“Such a good girl for me,” he purrs.

His rhythm begins faltering and his thrusts become urgent and messy. He fucks me harder as his cock begins to twitch, spilling his cum inside me as he thrusts into me one last time and remained there, gasping into my mouth as we both attempted to reground ourselves. He eventually sits up and slides out of me with a low groan and watches as his own and Rhys’s cum mixed together on the inside of my thighs.