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Eris’s eyes gleamed as he took in the fleet of emotions that raced across Cassian’s face as they showed him the rope. It was the same black silk her and Azriel preferred to use, and ruin, with regular occurrence. They had a large supply, and Eris was excited to show Cassian just what he could do with his knots. “You’ve been bad, haven’t you pet?”  “I tried,” Cassian’s voice sounded absolutely wrecked. It was evident how much he’d tried to follow the rules, but Eris knew how much Cassian also loved to break them, how much he enjoyed this play of discipline within a scene. And that was the whole point of tonight. The four had planned, sharing their deepest desires, the fantasies that required something outside their happily completed mate bonds.  This has been one of Cassian’s requests, to be kept from his mate, to be pushed as far as their bond would allow. Eris intended to deliver. He ran the rope through his hands, feeling the solid length of it across the pads of his fingers.  “Trying isn’t good enough, now is it?”  Cassian swallowed, and Eris answered with a grin.  “I asked you a question, Cassian.”  “No, sir. It’s not good enough.”  “So eager,” Eris crooned at him as he approached the chair Cassian still sat in, his release drying across his chest. “So trainable.”  “But you need more, don’t you?” Eris ran the length of rope across Cassian’s arms where they still clutched the sides of the chair. “Holding yourself back isn’t enough to make the message stick. You have to be kept away.” 

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The challenge in his mate’s eyes was something that Azriel knew all too well, and he relished it. His smile grew wider as he watched Eris’ hand caress the subtle swell of Nesta’s stomach. Without a word, he slipped out of the chair and onto his knees. One by one, he began to undo the buckles on his leathers, letting his fingers drag across the fabric as he moved from one to the next. He heard Nesta’s slight intake of break and shifted his gaze from Eris’ to hers.  Her hands were behind her head, tangling in Eris’s hair as he continued to subtly tease her. A brush of his hand, the nip of his teeth, a soft breath of air across her flushed skin. All the while her eyes watched Azriel, pupils dilated and cheeks flushed. When the last buckle of his shirt came undone, Azriel slipped out of it easily and threw it toward the bed. Cassian’s soft, “oof,” told him two things. One, he’d hit his target. Two, his opponent was just as distracted by his display as the judges were.  Azriel licked his lips as he leaned forward, falling onto his hands and knees. He crawled to Nesta’s feet before pressing soft kisses on the insides of her ankles.  “I don’t believe we gave you permission to touch, dog.” Eris’ chastisement was stern but enthralled nonetheless.  “And I don’t believe you told me I couldn’t, sir .” 

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