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You knew exactly what you were doing, even if you wouldn’t admit to it.

There was a reason you were wandering the halls in nothing but a tiny nightgown, the one that Cassian had complimented you on when he’d barged into your room without knocking one morning before you’d dressed.

You were waiting.

Waiting for your best friends’ ruts to overpower their better judgement when they scented you. They’d warned you to stay locked in your room as often as you could over the next week, not wanting to take advantage of you.

Not that they would be, but you still weren’t ready to confess that they were the only alphas you thought of during your heats, a knotting toy between your thighs as you held their stolen clothing to your nose.

You were tempted to go to the shared bathing chambers deeper in the House of Wind, but decided against it. It would be far more fun for you if you had a chance to run from them before they pinned you to the stone and knotted you-

Your thighs squeezed together for a moment, heat pooling low in your belly just at the thought of being taken by them. Currently you were heading in the direction of the High Lord’s personal library, much smaller than the one the priestesses lived in, but close enough to the alphas’ rooms that they would be able to find you if they opened their doors. It only took a minute or two to reach the large double doors, one of them already cracked. You peeked inside, the overwhelming scent of alphas in rut hitting you, slick beginning to drip down your thighs. You couldn’t see them, but you heard low moans coming from further back in the room.

Slipping inside, you shut the door behind you softly before padding towards the back of the room where the sitting area was. The quiet sound of skin on skin and low groans had you clenching on nothing, anticipation building in your blood. You made it to the bookshelf before the couches before the noises stopped suddenly, two cold shadows wrapping around your ankles.

Oh no, you thought to yourself, heart racing in excitement as you peeked around the corner, coming face to face with Rhys, violet eyes and hulking wings waiting for you right around the bookshelf.

“Pretty ‘mega, what are you doing here?” he crooned, both of his hands grabbing your waist firmly, face diving to your neck a moment later.

“Ah- I just went out for a- a walk,” you stuttered, thoroughly enjoying hit tongue and lips and teeth on your neck, getting dangerously close to your scent gland.

“Should’ve thought better, omega,” Cassian warned, rising from the couch he’d been on with Azriel, the other Illyrian following a second behind.

“Too late now,” Azriel growled as the three of them encircled you, hands pawing at whatever skin they could reach.

Rhys’s hands lifted you off the ground, spinning you away from the other males and towards the couches, and you took the opportunity that a slip of one of his hands gave you, darting off into the library and away from them. Not that you expected, or wanted, to get far, not with the speed and skills the three of them possessed.

However you’d expected to get further than the first bookshelf, Azriel’s shadows clamping around your ankles and sending you sprawling towards the ground, more shadows cushioning your fall and preventing any damage, but stopping you with your face on the ground and ass high in the air, exposed when your nightgown slipped up your torso.

“Silly omega,” Azriel tutted behind you, already teasing your folds with the head of his cock. “Rhys said you felt my shadows, I think you want this,” he said, pushing into you in one thrust, stretching you wide. A shadow slipped over your clit in quick circles, easing the pain as he began to fuck you without letting you adjust, setting a quick pace. Just as you’d wanted, his rut had taken away his gentleness and let him take without babying you, your cunt already quivering when the other alphas joined you.

Rhys didn’t ask before lifting your head up and pushing his cock against your lips, and you opened eagerly, moaning at the taste of him, and again when Azriel brushed your cervix, pain mixing with pleasure deliciously. You tried pressing your hips back as Az thrusted into you but Rhys growled, holding you by your chin to keep you in place for him.

Your eyes were pouty when you looked up at him through your lashes, watering when Rhys hit the back of your throat, gagging slightly around him and clenching around Azriel’s length.

You felt hands on your chest, large fingers slipping below your nightgown to pinch your nipples and squeeze your breasts.

It was perfect, being touched by the three of them at once. All you wished for was a way to take all of them at once, but you felt Azriel’s knot threatening to pop each time he buried himself in you, the squeeze of your cunt only tempting it further. He felt just right in you now, brushing every sensitive spot in you with each snap of his hips, sending you closer to the edge.

Rhys was getting close too, enjoying going as deep into your throat as he could and staying there until you needed to breathe, and you loved the way he gagged you as you brought your fingers to cup his balls, tears spilling from your eyes while he emptied himself in your throat, knot inflating against your lips. He hissed, pulling out of your mouth, cum still leaking from his tip. You chased his cock, licking up the rest of his seed and giving him a cock-drunk smile before your lips parted to moan, Azriel’s shadows sucking on your clit, his own cock spilling inside of you a second later, knot popping inside of you and you tumbled over the edge, milking him as you shook beneath him.

Cassian pushed Rhys out of the way, pressing his cock to your lips and you parted them greedily, though you weren’t certain that he would fit- he was thicker than Rhys, and a little bit longer.

But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t try, and he didn’t seem dissuaded either.

You slid your tongue along the underside of his cock as he slowly pressed into your mouth, and you felt Azriel twitch in your cunt. He probably enjoyed the sight, especially with him having the honor of knotting you. You gagged far faster on Cassian, the sheer size of him making it harder to breathe, and you felt Rhys slip into your mind, far more overpowering than usual with his rut, but you hardly minded as he forced your jaw to relax, letting Cass slide to the back of your throat, his throaty moan more than worth it.

He fucked your mouth slowly, savoring the tightness and trying to buy himself, not wanting the same fate as Rhys, with no sweet omega cunt to bury his knot inside. If you’d been looking, you would have seen Rhys roll his eyes. Instead you felt Azriel’s shadows start again, rubbing your clit quickly, easily sending you over the edge with how stimulated you were. Your moans around Cassian’s cock had him spilling down your throat, knot inflating as he did, and he cursed, a hand knotted in your hair keeping your lips flush to his knot until he was spent. You popped off his cock gasping for air, chest heaving in your nightgown.

You felt wonderful as Azriel tipped the both of you onto your sides, his chest pressing tightly to your back and arms curling around you assertively, the other two alphas kneeling in front of you.

Waiting to claim you next.

You sighed and nuzzled into Azriel’s hold, delighting when he curled a wing around you. You knew it was only a matter of time before his knot went down and you were being fucked by one of his brothers, and you were determined to enjoy your down time with each of them. After all, the end of their ruts could mean the end of your friendship with them.

Or, your mind whispered traitorously, it could end with you claimed by all three.

You clenched at the thought, mentally crossing your fingers that the boys would lose control with you entirely. You’d like nothing more than to be claimed by all of your best friends, and you had a sneaking suspicion that they’d always wanted it too.

You supposed you’d find out over the next week, tied to their knots.

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