#poly!nessian

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Your nightmare had come true.

On all the tabloids and magazines was your face, your name, the details of your relationship. And of course, you’d only found out once you’d finished your commute to work.

Call after call reached your desk all day, reporters asking for more details on your relationship with the Cassian and the Nesta. Each time, you shut them down. Halfway through the day, you stopped answering it altogether.

“Y/N, come in here please,” you boss, Ianthe, called out, causing every head in the office to turn towards your desk. You made your way to her office as quickly as you could, ready for any reprieve from your coworkers’ eyes. Once you were settled into the chair in front of her desk, a grin broke over her face. “So are you really dating Nesta and Cassian? Have they marked you yet? What are they like, in person?” The questions came out rapid fire, leaving you no time to process, let alone answer, each one.

“You called me in here to… talk about my love life?” you asked incredulously. “Isn’t that a bit unprofessional?”

“What is unprofessional, Y/N, is not answering your phone when it could be clients calling. I think you should just go home for the day, if you’re not going to dish,” Ianthe said, admiring her manicure instead of looking at you. “Scoot, scoot. I don’t have all day to deal with you and your drama.”

You rolled your eyes at her and stood, returning to your desk to grab your things. On the elevator ride down to the bottom floor, you checked your phone. Missed calls and several apologetic texts from your alphas, but nothing could have prepared you for the view from the lobby.

Outside were dozens of paparazzi, far too many for you to evade, especially since you had taken the train to work today. You slipped into the bathroom, hoping that no one had noticed you, then dialed Cassian’s number. He didn’t have practice today, and was more likely to be able to pick you up.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for our relationship to be out like this,” Cassian pled, voice desperate.

“I know, Cass, I just… I’m leaving work now and there’s a crowd outside, waiting for me…”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, baby, just hold on for me. I’ll call you when I’m pulling up.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” you sighed, then hung up. Your eyes went wide when you heard the bathroom door open, and you ducked into a stall and locked it. The less people who know where you are, the better.

“Can you believe that’s the omega they chose? They were a perfect couple, but with her?” one of the women sneered. “I don’t know how they stand it. I bet her scent isn’t even good, she looks like she smells of smoke and fertilizer.”

The other women laughed with her, your heart sinking as you realized they were talking about you.

“Don’t judge a book by its cover, I would guess that her scent is addictive to them, and that’s why they overlook how ugly she is.”

“Or she’s a freak in bed,” a third woman tittered, the other two joining in.

“No matter what, they could do better. I mean, Nesta Archeron alone could have anyone she wanted, but with Cassian Moore? Even a mated omega would leave their alpha for them.”

“Are you speaking for yourself?”

“Of course, I would leave James in a heartbeat if Cassian and Nesta asked me to date them. And I’d gladly beat that bitch to the ground to earn her place,” the first woman boasted.

“Sure you would, Ms. Manicure,” one of her friends teased, and their footsteps led towards the door. “She’d be easy to beat, I’m sure. The ugly ones always are.”

The door shut, leaving you alone in the silence of the bathroom once more.

Were you really that bad looking?

A few minutes later, your phone rang. Cassian. You didn’t bother answering, and merely made your way out of the bathroom and to the entrance, doing your best to keep your head down and face unrecognizable. Maybe they didn’t have your looks memorized yet.

A black sedan pulled up just as you opened the doors, and flashes overtook your vision.

How Cassian and Nesta endured this on a regular basis, you would never understand.

You pushed your way through the crowd of cameras, overwhelmed by the sound of your name being shouted from every direction. The car door swung open just as you reached it, your boyfriend’s face bringing a sense of calm as you dove into the car, slamming the door shut behind you. The noise instantly died down, giving you room to breathe.

“I am so sorry, sweetheart, neither Nesta or I were expecting this to happen,” Cassian apologized, easing the car back into the street.

‘I know, Cass,” you sighed, taking the hand that he offered and nuzzling your cheeks against it. His normally calm winter wind and ember scent was plagued with panic and worry, and not near as soothing as you needed. You pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, a soft smile on your face when his scent cleared slightly. “Is Nessie okay?”

Cass shook his head, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips. “I’m not sure how she’s feeling, she decided to finish up her work before coming home, and asked me to look after you until she’s back. I have a feeling she’s angrier than I am about this.”

You nodded in agreement. Nesta had the fiercest temper of the three of you, though Cassian’s still rivaled hers when provoked. And with the lengths Nesta had gone to, keeping your relationship secret from the world at your request, you knew that she would be furious with whoever had leaked the information. All you hoped was that she could let it go for the night - you had a feeling you’d need to nest and snuggle with your alphas for the entire night while some silly sitcom played in the background.

The car ride went by too slowly once you noticed two cars trailing you, likely desperate paparazzi hoping to get a picture of the two of you together.

Thankfully, Cassian and Nesta’s apartment had a private parking lot, and only residents with key cards could enter or exit the garage. Your nerves were still high when Cassian opened your door and helped you out of the car with his gentle hands.

“Do you want my jacket?” he asked, already shrugging the fabric off and settling it over your shoulders. His scent enveloped you and you took a deep breath, your exhale taking your fear with it. “Better?”

“Yes,” you sighed, omega content now that you’d been calmed by your alpha.

“Let’s get inside, then,” Cass said, leading you to the elevators with an arm around your waist. The trip up usually felt long, but when Cassian tugged you into his side and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head? It went by in a blink.

He corralled you into the apartment, hauling you into his arms the moment the door was shut and locked, and you were safe in the privacy of your home once more. Even if you didn’t technically live here, it still felt like home to you, considering that you nested here, your alphas were here, and you felt safest here.

“What do you think, should we eat something or take one of those fancy bubble baths that you love so much?” Cassian asked, bouncing you in his arms like a baby. You giggled a lightly slapped his arm, though you really had no problem with how he was manhandling you.

“I think a bubble bath,” you whispered, grinning when Cassian took off for the bedroom. He set you on the bed, and immediately set to pulling out a bath bomb, bath salts, and candles, everything that made for a perfect bath.

Once he was in the bathroom, your worries came rushing back. What those women had said, the fact that the picture on all of the front pages was of you naked in bed with Cassian and Nesta, taken when you’d stayed at a hotel a few cities away two nights ago, through the slightly open curtains.

Cassian returned and you forced a smile on your face. No need to burden him with your worries, not when he was being so thoughtful.

The water was delightfully hot when you slipped into it, Cassian following a moment behind. Lavender greeted your senses, the soothing smell making you sleepy in only a few minutes. You laid in Cassian’s hold until the water turned cool, and only then did you pull yourself from the water. Cassian dried you off and dressed you in your fluffy robe that had migrated from your apartment to theirs a few months back.

You padded into the bedroom without him, beelining for the closet that held your nesting fabrics. Inside was an overflowing cornucopia of all that you needed to make a perfect nest to hide from the world with your alphas.

You heard Cassian’s fond chuckle just before his arms wrapped around you from behind, stopping you mid-movement as you were laying out a plush blanket. “Did you want me to run out and get any special food or drinks? I’ll be quick,” he said softly.

“I suppose… you could get me my usual snacks and an energy drink?”

“Right away, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see your nest all finished.” Cassian’s words sent heat to your cheeks, his sweetness always made you feel so special. You gave him a kiss once he was dressed and walked him to the front door, and once it was shut you returned to your nest in an instant.

You took your time building your nest, disappointed when it was finished and Cassian had yet to return. Slipping out of your robe, you put on a soft nightgown and crawled into your nest, turning the tv on to find something to watch.

You were halfway through a romcom when you heard the front door open, two voices sounding in the main room. You almost jumped out of your nest to run and greet them, but you only had to wait ten seconds for Nesta to pass through the bedroom doorway, her eyes instantly on you.

“Oh, love, I’m so sorry,” Nesta said tearfully. “I swear we had no idea this would happen, and I am going to kill that hotel for not keeping their window-washers from swapping out with non-employees. But- how are you? Do you need anything else beyond what Cassian grabbed?”

The smile on your face was bright as you reached out for her. “Only my alphas in my nest.”

Nesta grinned back, then turned to the closet to find something more comfortable to wear. By the time Cassian entered the room with a tray laden with snacks and various drinks, Nesta was already curled against your right side.

“My girls are so pretty,” Cass cooed as he dove into your nest, claiming your left side and pulling Nesta tight against you with one arm. “Snacks, anyone?”

Two movies later and you were feeling calmer than you had since seeing the news, but insecurity still lingered in your chest.

“Do I… Are you guys embarrassed of me?” you asked in a small voice, hiding your head against Nesta’s chest.

“Why would you say that, sweetheart?”

“Well, I- there were these girls, talking in the bathroom at my work…”

“And?” Nesta asked, voice sharp even as a hand ran up and down your arm gently.

“They were talking about how…” you paused, trying to keep from bursting into tears immediately. “How I’m not pretty enough for both of you, and you only like me for my scent.”

“That’s bullshit, Y/N. We love you because you’re you, amazing and perfect and so beautiful,” Cassian gushed.

“And we do love your scent, but it’s because it’s your scent. We love you for you, sweetheart,” Nesta murmured into your ear. "We are your alphas, and you are our omega. Nothing will ever change that, and we are in no way embarrassed of you. In fact, Cassian and I have been looking forward to taking you everywhere with us, once you’re comfortable of course.”

You sniffled, wiping your eyes before raising your head, just in case a stray tear had fallen on your cheeks. “You- you are?”

“Of course, princess,” Cassian said softly. “We’ve wanted nothing more than to show the world who our perfect omega is, but we knew how uncomfortable you were with being in the spotlight.”

“I hadn’t realized…” you trailed off for a moment. “I didn’t know that you wanted to show our relationship that badly. I'm sorry..."

"You don’t need to apologize, Y/N,” Nesta said as she patted your arm reassuringly. “We know just how brutal public attention can be, and we never once felt like our relationship was lacking without being public. You are perfect, and I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Nessie. Gosh, I sound so silly,” you laughed wetly.

“No you don’t, sweetheart. Those women however…” Cassian shook his head, anger leaving with it. “I love you. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“And I love you, Cass. I love both of you so much.”

“Good, because you’re ours,” Nesta giggled, pressing her lips to your neck.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible, being in the limelight, so long as you had Nesta and Cassian by your side, reassuring you.

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Cassian moves to sit on the ground next to his mate, lovingly tracing the apple of her sun kissed cheek. “Talk to me Nes,” he whispers. Nesta leans into Cassian and he moves his arm to pull his mate close, pressing a soft kiss to her head. 

“I just wish she would notice, that she would say something first. I can’t imagine ruining our relationship with her, Cassian.” Nesta admits with an air of exhaustion. Cassian pulls her tight to his chest, letting Nesta rest her head over his heart. The ruby red siphon glowing softly in sync with his steady heart beat she finds so soothing. 

“I know my love.” Cassian’s sighs. While he agrees with his mate there is a part of Cassian that wants to just out right tell you how he and Nesta feel. He’s lost on how to proceed. You aren’t some battle to be won, or puzzle to solve. Though the right piece could fall into place Cassian wouldn’t dare force it. 

When all else fails him, Cassian relies on a tried and true bit of advice for his mate in times like this. “Have you talked to the girls about it?” Nesta tilts her head in contemplation. The thoughts race through her head of the outcome about telling Emerie and Gwyn of the massive crush they have on you. 

“No,” she says slowly, squinting her eyes in thought and against the sun's bright rays as it emerges from behind a cloud. “Good thought though.” Nesta pecks Cassian’s cheek and resumes rest against his chest as she twirls another flower between her fingers. 

After two restless nights Nesta has the lounge set up for her, Gwyn, and Emerie to have a long talk. The girls float in, talking and giggling a little, as Nesta takes a seat in Cassian’s usual large armchair. 

Gwyn picks up on Nesta’s somber mood first. The red head quickly takes her seat, taking the teapot from the center of the coffee table to fill mugs. “What’s the sad face for?” Emerie asks softly, diving right into the assorted pastries. Nesta lets out a deep, shaky breath. “It’s about y/n.” 

They freeze, staring wide eyed at Nesta in shocked silence. “y/n?” Emerie asks sharply. “What did she do?” Gwyn asks, taking the gentler approach. 

“Nothing!” Nesta amends quickly. Hopefully shoving any thoughts of wrong doing by you from their heads. “y/n has done nothing wrong. Quite the opposite actually.” A small smirk pulls at Nesta’s lips. 

“Then what!” Emerie waves her hands in an impatient way. Her wings twitch. 

“Keep your voice down,” Nesta grits out. 

“Then spit it the hell out!” 

Nesta takes a long sip of her tea. Partly to get her thoughts together. Mostly to stall. 

Making a big show of putting her mug down, adjusting plates and food, Nesta folds her slender hands in her lap. “Over the last few months Cassian and I have developed a sort of…crush on her.” 

Gwyn and Emerie give each other amused looks. “Well…we all kind of figured.” 

“We?” Nesta raises a brow at them.

Gwyn stumbles to recover, fumbling over her words. “What she means to say,” Emerie interjects. “Everyone has found it kind of obvious that you two have a crush on y/n.” 

Nesta thought she and Cassian were good at hiding their attraction to you. Did they spend too much one on one time with you? Maybe. But they tried to not give you any special treatment so as not to make their friends and family feel left out. Yes, they got you little treats but nothing they wouldn’t get the others. And they treated you to nice dinners because you deserve it. 

“So! When are you guys going to make your move?” Gwyn practically vibrates now that they can talk about this freely. Nesta gives them another dejected look. “That’s the problem. We aren’t sure she would be interested.” 

Gwyn and Emerie let out yells of disbelief. “Come on!”

“You two cannot believe that!” 

Nesta shushes them again. “Cassian and I don’t want to risk our friendship with her. y/n is just too important to us.” Gwyn takes Nesta’s hand in hers. “I think you just need to tell her Nesta. Em and I are positive y/n feels the same way about you two.”

“Again, I don’t think y/n would be ok–” The creaking of the heavy wooden door cuts Nesta off. The appearance of your curious face has Nest pailing in panic. 

“What wouldn’t I be ok with Nes?” You ask sweetly, your head tilted. Cassian appears behind you looking like he’s just been caught with dessert before dinner. Nesta gives him a cold stare, silver flames threatening to break free of her irises. 

Emerie pulls Gwyn from the couch quickly excusing themselves to give the three of you privacy. The door quietly clicks shut behind them. 

You look between Nesta and Cassian waiting for an explanation why your friends were talking about you. You felt a little bad eavesdropping on their conversation, but you couldn’t help that your ears decided to tune in at the mention of your name. Cassian had tried to pull you away, clearly picking up on what the conversation was about. 

Cassian gives Nesta a look that says it’s time. Nesta slips her hand in Cassian's, squeezing it gently. “Y/n, for a while Nes and I have felt like you are more than a friend to us,” Cassian starts. Nesta rolls her eyes at his bland approach. She could tell you wanted a direct answer and dancing around the subject wasn’t going to help them. “What Cassian means is that we want a real relationship with you. We’re in love with you y/n. And if you don’t feel the same way, if you are put off by this, we understand completely.” They give you a nervous look as you take in what they’ve dropped on you. 

Taking a step closer to them you sneak your hand between Cassian and Nesta’s entwined fingers. They loosen their grip on each other to let you in. A grin spreads across your lips and you stare up at them lovingly. “How could you ever think I wouldn’t want this?” Nesta and Cassian let go of the tension in their bodies. “All these months, spending time together, has been everything to me. I don’t want it to stop.” 

Cassian pulls you into a crushing hug that has you melting against his chest. He presses a long kiss to the top of your head. Nesta still has your hand in hers, not wanting to let go in case none of this is real. Like it’s all too good to be true and you’ll slip away from her.

“We’ll treat you so good love, swear it.” He says. You break away from Cassian’s hold turning to Nesta. You can’t tell if she’s holding back tears or a smile. You pray to the Mother it’s not tears. Nesta is unfairly pretty when she cries. 

A grin twin to yours appears on her face as you move to embrace Nesta. She holds you tight to her body, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “I don’t want to stop spending time with you either.” You press a quick kiss to Nesta’s lips, smirking at the feeling of her heart beating rapidly against your chest and the sudden stillness taking over her body. 

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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Nesta had figured it out first, and with Rhys still showering her with gifts, it was no struggle to have him seek out a book that held the information she desired. She’d brought the news straight to Cassian, guessing that if she was feeling the effects of a second bond, then somewhere within him, he would be too.

They’d pondered tirelessly how to bring it up with you: whether they should just tell you outright? Have one of them broach the subject with you and if so, which one? To leave it until you noticed? Or to ignore it completely?

The trouble was, you were difficult to read at the best of times, often not shifting a single one of your features even as you made—what they had come to realise were—jokes. It had gotten to the point they thought it would be best to leave you be, no matter how much they wanted to welcome you into their bond. But when Cassian had caught you sharpening your blades in the Spymaster’s company, both of you grinning in that quiet, secretive way, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand it. Not when—as soon as you’d spotted him—the grin had vanished, unreadable once again as your shoulders stiffened.

And after that, it had only served to bring their attention to how you’d been quietly avoiding them—slipping out of rooms with a small look toward the Shadowsinger, an excuse that you needed to prepare for a mission, or you needed to leave in time for your job. The list went on.

Maybe you’d already realised the bond, and simply weren’t interested. The thought didn’t sit well with either of them. Which had lead to Cassian knocking rather stiffly on Azriel’s office door that night, hoping he could provide an insight. He seemed to be the closest with you—much to his envy.

The door swings open, and Cassian has to restrain his jealousy when he spots his brother at his desk, with you leaning casually against it with your feet crossed at the ankles. Again, that small smile slides from your lips, dropping to the floor at the sight of him in the doorway. He swallows against the slight sting of pain, remembering what he came here for.

“Have a moment, Az?” He calls as casually as possible, trying to appear normal and not like he’s burning with jealousy that he’s found you yet again in the company of his brother—looking for all the world you’re enjoying yourself with him.

You both share a look, some silent conversation happening that he has to remind himself not to demand to be let in on. Once, it had been just the two of them—Rhys as well, of course, but he wasn’t always there at Windhaven—but now Azriel’s attention seems to be swaying more heavily to you. Gods, is this how he’d made Az feel when Mor had come along?

“I should get some shut eye, anyway,” you finally mutter to the Spymaster, and move to leave, not so much as greeting, or simply acknowledging him as you brush past. He might as well have been invisible; even Azriel’s brows narrow almost imperceptibly. Maybe that’s why his words come out a slight bit harsher than he’d intended once you’ve made your escape. “You seem cushy together.”

Azriel’s eyes flick to his, sensing the accusatory undertone. “I’m not positioning myself between the two of you, you know,” he says instead, remaining infuriatingly calm. “What did you want to talk about?” And Cassian just knows that his brother is being intentionally difficult. “Do you know why she acts so cold towards me and Nesta?” He voices, shutting the door behind him as he takes the spot where you had been.

The Shadowsinger’s eyes don’t stray from his reports, “why don’t you ask her?”

“Do you know?” He repeats, sensing something’s being kept from him. He doesn’t like that, not one bit—the idea of you sharing secrets with his brother. Keeping him out of it.

“Maybe she’s said something to me, maybe she hasn’t. What’s it to you, Cassian?” The bastard still isn’t looking at him, and it’s beginning to make him antsy. “I think it’s perfectly understandable to want to know why she avoids us so much, Azriel.”

“Is she avoiding you?”

“Don’t play stupid,” Cassian barks, hands fisting at his sides. An action he knows his brother marks. The bastard smiles faintly. “I’d have thought as my brother, you’d be willing to help,” he snaps, “but it seems you’re picking her over us, huh?”

Finally, Azriel shifts in his chair, leaning back with a casualness that bothers Cassian, how nonchalant he is about this whole matter. He clearly knows how much it’s bothering him—yet he’s only adding to the problem. Why? “I’m not the one taking sides here, Cass,” Azriel drawls evenly. Cassian’s brow narrows at his words, “and I am?” The Spymaster’s lips quirks again, and he has to fight the urge to slam his fist into his brother’s jaw—he’d wait for answers before taking his frustrations out.

Instead of answering, though, Azriel changes the subject. “Just ask her. She’ll appreciate the directness.”

“And how am I supposed to ask her when she practically sprints from every room I walk into, huh? Do you have an answer to that, Azriel?” He snaps, temper fraying at the edges. Something glints in his brothers eyes, forming an expression that makes him see red, “wound a bit tight, Cass?” It has enough of a bite to snap him out of his momentary lapse in judgement. But all this stress—not knowing what’s going on with you, if they’ve done something wrong—it’s making things difficult.

Cassian drags a hand through his hair, looking away for a moment, brows narrowing. Then, “you really think she’ll be fine if I just ask her? ‘Hey, we hardly know each other because you seem to run from me every time I so much as breathe in your direction, but is there a reason you seem to hate even being in the same room as me—or Nes?’” Azriel gives him a look that reads, no, and you know damn well that’s not what you’d say.

“Then what?” Cassian snaps, glaring at his brother.

“Just knock on her door. If she’s not in there, then she’ll either be out, or in the library since she’s not here,” Azriel says, and he doesn’t miss the hint—you spend a fair amount of time in his office. Fire burns in the pit of his stomach but he calms it. He needs to be level-headed for this, especially if he wants to make sure he doesn’t screw it up.

Cassian nods to himself, turning and leaving silently. He can practically hear Azriel roll his eyes, but he decides to ignore it—he needs to talk to you, find out what’s going on it that head of yours.

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After a brief catch-up with Nesta, they both head to your door the following day, knocking quietly in case for some reason you aren’t yet awake—though the sun is fairly high in the sky. They share a look when they’re met with silence, wondering if you’re pretending to be asleep to avoid them.

Cassian raises his hand to knock again, but—

“Is there something you need?”

Neither of them flinch overtly, but instead share a mutual moment of surprise through the bond. Of course Azriel would have been teaching you stealth techniques.

And now you’re moving toward them down the hallway, Cassian firmly planting his feet on the floorboards, equidistant from one another. Beside him, Nesta settles into a similar position. “We want to talk to you. Both of us,” Nesta says calmly, features neutral as she takes you in. “Both of you,” you repeat, eyes flicking between them. “One of you wouldn’t have sufficed?” You ask pointedly, gaze darting to your door with clear intent.

“Not for this,” Nesta replies. “There are some things that need to be cleared up. I think you realise that too. Isn’t that why you’re avoiding us?” She asks, clearly. She’ll appreciate the directness, Azriel had said.

Your eyes narrow warily, moving between them and the door. “Let me put my things away, then I’ll see you in the kitchen,” you say, not waiting for them to move as you brush past Cassian’s side, shutting the door firmly behind you.

In your wake, they exchange glances. But as they turn to leave, they pause. A small spark flickers from a third direction—tense, but hopeful. Cassian blows out a breath, following behind Nesta as she makes her way to the kitchen—your suggested meeting point.

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It takes you longer than normal to set your bags down on the table and put everything away with the adrenaline in your blood. You wonder what they want to talk about.

They’ve taken the seats that face the nearest exit—so you’ll be closer—watching as you come in. Watch as you sit down. “What did you want to talk about?”

The two fae before you exchange glances. Directness.

Nesta sets her hands on the table, spine straightening as she meets your eyes. Takes a breath. “We think the mating bond extends to you, too.”

You blink. “What?”

Nesta doesn’t falter, “our mating bond.” She gestures between her and Cassian, “we think it includes you, too.”

You blink again, “oh. I see.” You shift in your chair, leaning forward ever so slightly. “And you called this meeting because?”

“We wanted to know if you’d realised,” Cassian says steadily. “If you’d felt anything on your side.”

Your gaze runs over them, weighing; assessing. “I’d felt something,” you admit, “but what makes you think it’s a mating bond? Those are shared between a couple, they don’t go for threes.”

“Actually,” Nesta speaks this time, “mating bonds join equals, connecting those fate or the Mother believes belong together. Originally, that was the only condition, but with the rise of civilisation and society, ideas of marriage were pushed onto the concept of the mating bond. In the earlier centuries marriage was strictly between a husband and wife, purely heterosexual and monogamous, and so those views became ingrained in the modern idea of how the mating bond functions,” she explains. “But that’s wrong. A mating bond was never limited to two individuals, was never limited to male and female,” She finishes, watching you carefully.

Like Nesta you don’t stutter or stumble, just take her words in at your own pace. “Okay, so your mating bond extends to me. Do you want me to join, or promise to stay out of your business?” Your scent has shifted ever so slightly, along with your posture as you readjust in the chair.

Right. If you’ve admitted you’ve been aware of something tugging at your soul, then it’s reasonable to assume you’ve been able to sense whenever they’ve…

You realise they’ve made the connection between your confession and the slight flush heating your features. “I haven’t purposely sought those senses out,” you add hurriedly, sensing their mild shock, “they just sometimes wash over me—I don’t know how to block them out. And it felt too personal to ask Feyre, or even Rhys.” You look between them again, and a spark of nerves skitters from your side of the bond.

“That aside,” Nesta somehow manages, pushing away the thought of you being able to feel either of their pleasure—at all times of day. How much do you know about their coupling? How they like to play it in bed? “To be perfectly transparent, we hadn’t got to that point. As far as we were aware, you had no idea this connection even existed, and your behaviour was confusing.”

Your brow furrows ever so slightly, the smallest contraction of muscle, “how so?”

“You weren’t exactly subtle in your recent avoidance of us. Is that when you started to realise that there was something more between us?” Nesta asks, holding your gaze calmly. You swallow down your nerves, trying to calm yourself as your heart begins to accelerate. “I was developing feelings that were new to me. I didn’t know what they were, an to be honest, they made me feel uncomfortable. Disgusted, sometimes. So I think it was a reasonable response to have. As far as I was aware, you were a perfectly happy, mated couple that I had no business tampering with. Or invading.”

“So, it wasn’t out of a dislike for us,” Cassian says slowly, processing, “but rather you felt guilty for having a seemingly open pathway into our relationship.” You nod in confirmation, then flush a little.

“Have you ever felt anything from my end?” You ask.

“Occasionally a spark or two, like when you were with my brother yesterday,” Cassian answers, hiding his jealousy well.

“I sometimes feel a tug in the mornings—when Cass’s still asleep, so it couldn’t have come form him—but I can’t tell the emotion behind it,” Nesta adds on.

Your eyes again flick between them, teeth finding the inside of your lip. “You’ve never felt anything else? No…?” You trail off, and it takes a moment for them to figure out what you’re asking. “It’s not directed at you,” you hurriedly tack on, “it’s just a bother to go through a day with that in the back of your mind.”

“No,” Cassian answers, a little hoarsely, “we haven’t.” His throat woks as he stares at you, hands fisting on his thighs beneath the table. You nod to yourself, relieved they haven’t been able to sense you scratching that itch. Rare as it is for you to fall for that temptation.

“About how to progress from here,” Nesta diverts, getting a handle on the tension that had begun to thicken. “I’m sure one of our siblings would be happy to help in blocking out the senses—if that’s the direction you want to move in.”

“What other direction is there?” You ask carefully, watching them a little warily.

Cassian and Nesta share a look across from you, something passing between them that you can only catch the edge of. Their gazes return to you, and you can feel your hairs rise. Skin prickling. “We trust in the Mother’s choice,” Cassian admits slowly, attempting to select his words carefully but you can practically see the cogs turning in his mind as he tries to sort through the correct way to phrase what he’s wanting to say.

But, directness.

He sighs, shoulders loosing their tension as he leans back in his chair, giving Nesta a signal to take over. He doesn’t know what to say—she’s better suited for this task.

“We’d like you to join, but if you would rather take up lessons in strengthening your mental shields, we will not interfere with you anymore,” she says. Straightforward. But then you nod, as if in acceptance, “I think I would like that, then.”

Cassian stares between the two of you—how quickly that was sorted through. Maybe directness really was the solutions to his problems. He can practically picture Azriel’s shit-eating grin at the realisation he was right about you.

“Right,” Nesta breaks the silence, her voice slightly rough around the edges as something warm spills across the bond. “Well, we’ll take it slowly and see what happens. Is that fine with you?”

You nod, but add, “I’m not…” Your eyes dart about the room, as if debating telling them. Cassian sits a little straighter while Nesta leans forward openly. “I’m not that interested in sex. It’s never been a topic of interest for me. So I might… I’m not sure what ideas you had regarding intimacy, but I thought it better to be upfront about this.”

“Of course,” Nesta reassures, even if the slightest flicker of disappointment reaches Cassian’s side of the bond. “If you’d rather stay clear of that side of things, that’s fine. I’m sure we’ll find a way to work around the frenzy when the bond properly clicks,” she soothes, glancing at Cassian who nods in agreement.

“It’s not a hatred, or repulsion, or anything like that,” you say, quickly. “I wouldn’t mind trying, or it actually happening if it will help ease any tension brewing. I know it’s supposed to be more intense for the males—I don’t want to make things complicated.”

Cassian’s mind goes a little silent at the offer. Beside him, Nesta’s stiffened—so you won’t detect her scent, he realises. Good idea on her part. He copies her lead. “I suppose we’ll take that one when we get to it,” he says to you, offering a tentative smile designed to set people at ease.

They’re both relieved when your shoulders relax, hearing the soft puff of breath from your lips as you settle back in your chair. “Yeah,” you agree, “maybe that would be better. Let things happen as they’re supposed to.”

Velaris—especially the Rainbow—is known for its arts. Every shade of color popped against Y/N’s black lace dress. It made her feel like she stuck out like a sore thumb. Nesta was dressed in a red lace gown while Cassian was dressed in his usual leathers. His red siphons flared whenever another male looked in her direction. 

Y/N grinned and squeezed his bicep as they arrived in the healer square. Cassian guided Nesta and Y/N in the direction of Madja’s place. When they walked through the threshold, vials and other bottles lined the walls. Plants hung from the ceiling and the scent overwhelmed Y/N’s senses. Nesta squeezed Y/N’s hand and walked up to the healer, “Hi, we’re here to pick up herbs for contraception.” Nesta said with confidence that Y/N desperately wanted to have. 

Madja grinned and dipped her chin, “High Lord said you would be coming in soon. I prepared it in the back, one second.” She disappeared behind the curtain and then reappeared in seconds. “I should warn you, the herbs may make you feel extra sensitive to certain things.” The healer glanced at Cassian then to Nesta. 

Nesta gave a twinned grin to Cassian’s and they nodded. Y/N didn’t understand why they were smiling but she didn’t question it. She went with it. She smiled at the healer and took the bag of herbs. Her fingers pulled the bag open and looked inside. It was a  good amount inside the small pouch and the scent of roses and other herbs she couldn’t pinpoint filled her nose. 

Y/N closed the bag and stuffed it in the pocket of her dress. “Thank you for the herbs, Madja.” Cassian held out his hand and they shook hands. Nesta only dipped her chin and guided Y/N out of the small shop. Cassian followed close behind. 

As they made their way back to the House of Wind, Nesta played with Y/N’s long unbound strands, twirled them between her fingers and hummed. 

“What did she mean when she said sensitive. You two seem to know what she was talking about,” Y/N looked between both of them and she expected Cassian to say something first but it was Nesta who did. 

“It makes you more receptive to certain advances. You tend to crave more intimacy while drinking the tea.” It made sense. She’s heard of her mother taking a similar tea but it was to get pregnant not prevent it. Maybe it had some similar ingredients as the contraceptive herbs that she had in her pocket. 

Cassian smoothed his hand down Y/N’s hair and kissed her head. “We won’t touch you until you come to us.”  Nesta nodded in agreement and intertwined her fingers with her mate’s. 

They enjoyed the walk instead of  the flight.

The moon shone high in the air but Y/N was restless. Her body felt like it was on fire. It had been five days since she first took the tea and Madja wasn’t kidding when she told her she would be sensitive. Her entire body was sensitive. 

She wanted to get up and read but she didn’t want to disturb her sleeping mates. Especially since both of them get up and train really early in the mornings most of the time. So she was stuck. 

Stuck as she thought about what their touches would feel like, what they would taste like. Heat rose to her cheeks as she turned and faced Cassian. He softly snored at her side with an arm draped over her and Nesta. 

Y/N’s eyes were level with his chest so she brought up a finger and began to air-trace the swirls on his shoulders and chest. She made sure not to touch him, definitely not when her core is a soaking mess. She would probably melt into whimpers and whines if she gave herself that indulgence of feeling him. She’s been distant with both of them and now, her body is aflame with need and want. Never had she felt like this. 

She was in a thin black nightgown that she was sure showed her nipples through the fabric. Her mates didn’t say anything to her before but why would they if they got to see you. She squeezed her thighs together harder and nearly moaned with the pressure against her clit. 

Nesta stirred and pulled Y/N closer like she was her own personal teddy bear. Everything warmed even more in her body when a soft moan fell from Nesta’s lips. Y/N wiggled against her mate's forms and let out a quiet whine. 

Cassian was the first to stir. He opened his eyes and pure lust filled them. His hazel eyes burned golden as he trailed his fingers over her soft thigh. Instinctively, Y/N moved closer and moved her legs apart so he could reach in between and cup her sex. 

A breathless moan came out of her which then stirred Nesta awake. “I think our little baby needs some attention,” she cooed. Y/N didn’t know what time it was or that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to spur them on but she didn’t care. Her core throbbed and she needed some relief. 

“Can’t sleep, pretty girl?” She pushed a strand of hair from Y/N’s face and Nesta’s steel gray eyes looked deep into hers when she turned to lay on her back. Cassian’s hands drift up and down her sides which only made the throbbing worse. She wanted his hand between her legs again. 

But it was Nesta’s hand that reached down and traced the slit of Y/N’s pussy. “N-No. Throbbing too much.” She shivered at her mate’s touch, both of them. Nesta hummed and kissed her temple. 

“Do you want us to take care of you?” Cassian’s question came out raspy and smoky which made another wave of arousal hit her. 

“Yes.” 

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The sky stilled.

Moments ago, the mountain had roared beneath the weight of a storm so wild it seemed the world itself was ending. Thunder cracked like a war drum; winds howled like a thousand shrieking spirits. But now… silence. The kind of silence that prickled the skin, that came only before something monumental.

Nesta and Cassian stood at the base of the mountain, every muscle coiled, their gazes locked on the summit. Nesta’s hands were white-knuckled at her sides, her heart hammering loud enough she could hear it in her ears. The storm still churned overhead, dark clouds swirling in a slow, ominous spiral, but something in the air had changed. It felt… charged. Waiting.

And then the mountain shook.

A bolt of lightning, thicker than any Nesta had ever seen, split the sky and speared the ground a dozen paces before them. The sound was deafening—a crack that seemed to tear the heavens open. The shockwave knocked both her and Cassian back a step, his wings flaring instinctively around her.

Smoke and ozone filled the air. The sharp scent of rain and lightning burned Nesta’s nose as the cloud of ash and dust slowly cleared.

And from that smoke, a figure emerged.

Aamon.

But not the Aamon they’d watched walk up the mountain hours ago. Not the man who had left them with quiet promises and soft, steady eyes.

This Aamon looked carved from the storm itself.

Lightning still danced faintly along his arms, crawling across his shoulders like living veins of light. His cloak was shredded, whipped apart by the winds; his hair was loose and wild, glowing faintly as if kissed by the storm’s last threads of power. His storm-gray eyes burned with residual magic, crackling faintly like thunderclouds holding a charge. And there was that smile—soft, disarming, impossibly alive. The one that undid Nesta’s composure in an instant and made Cassian’s chest tighten with relief.

He had done it. He had faced the storm and returned stronger.

Nesta didn’t wait for him to speak. Didn’t wait for him to ruin his own mythic entrance with one of his crooked, awkward quips. Her body moved before her mind caught up, her boots pounding the earth as she sprinted toward him.

And then she was in his arms.

Nesta leapt, her legs wrapping tight around his waist as he caught her effortlessly, his laughter breaking through the tension in the air like sunlight splitting clouds. She clung to him fiercely, burying her face in his neck, her shoulders shaking as she whispered something against his skin—something only he could hear.

Aamon’s breath caught. He pressed a hand to the back of her head, holding her so close it was as if he could fuse her heartbeat with his. His other arm wrapped around her waist, anchoring her to him, grounding himself in her warmth after standing at the edge of the storm’s fury.

Cassian was next. One mighty sweep of his wings and he was on them, barreling forward with a force that knocked all three of them to the grass. Nesta squeaked, Aamon grunted, and Cassian—unapologetic, trembling with relief—wrapped his arms around them both in a crushing embrace.

Pinned beneath their weight, Aamon laughed again—loud and breathless, his storm-touched voice warm as the lightning’s hum slowly faded from his body. He curled around them both, burying his face against their shoulders, pressing desperate kisses into hair and skin, murmuring words he couldn’t quite form.

For a long, precious moment, none of them moved. They simply held each other, tangled in limbs and wings, clinging as if the world would rip them apart again if they let go. Nesta’s silver fire simmered low beneath her skin, not in threat, but in recognition, wrapping him in its warmth. Cassian’s heart pounded so hard against Aamon’s shoulder that he could feel it.

And in that quiet, with their breaths mingling and fingers clutching at torn cloaks and armor straps, Aamon finally exhaled.

For the first time in centuries, he felt whole.

The storm was gone. The sky was clear. And there, on the grass at the mountain’s foot, lay a beautiful reunion of three lovers—lightning, fire, and steel intertwined, unshakable, unbroken.

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The House of Wind was quiet, the kind of quiet that came only after weeks of exhaustion and recovery. The scent of sun-warmed stone and mountain air drifted through the open windows, a reminder that they were finally home.

Aamon moved slowly through the dining room, his steps still carrying the faint stiffness of someone who had only just regained his strength. He reached for the pitcher on the table out of habit, but before his fingers touched it, a crystal glass shimmered into existence right before him, filled to the brim with cool water.

Aamon chuckled softly, warmth flickering in his storm-gray eyes. “Thank you,” he murmured to the house itself, his voice quiet but sincere. “I’ve missed you.”

The glass gave a soft chime as if in response before he lifted it, taking a slow sip. The water was cold and refreshing, grounding him after weeks of strain and magic-hewn pain. He turned then, leaning back against the edge of the table—only to find Nesta and Cassian watching him from across the room.

He arched a brow. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

Nesta’s lips curved in the softest of smiles, one that carried relief, tenderness, and longing all at once. She shook her head and strode toward him, every step slow and deliberate.

Aamon set the now-empty glass on the table; it vanished a moment later, whisked away by the house to the kitchen. He braced his hands on the table behind him, letting it support his weight as Nesta came close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from her body.

Her hands rose, delicate yet firm, cupping his scarred cheek. For a heartbeat, they only stared at one another—her gaze roaming over the storm-marked lines of his face, his searching her steel-blue eyes for the emotions she rarely let show. Then Nesta leaned in.

Their lips met.

The kiss was soft at first, reverent, almost cautious. Weeks had passed since they’d last tasted each other—weeks since Aamon had awoken from his coma, weeks of healing and whispered reassurances but no intimacy beyond touch and presence. Nesta had missed this, missed him, missed the taste of him like sunlight after a long winter.

The kiss deepened quickly, hunger replacing caution. Nesta’s lips parted, and Aamon’s tongue met hers with a low groan in his throat, their breaths mingling as the tension of weeks apart unraveled in the heat of their mouths. Small sounds escaped them—soft moans, muffled sighs—as Nesta pressed herself against him, her flames simmering beneath her skin.

Then Cassian moved.

He approached like a predator at ease, his broad frame radiating warmth and power as he closed the distance. Aamon barely had time to break from Nesta’s mouth before Cassian stepped in, one hand braced on the table beside Aamon’s hip, effectively caging him between their bodies.

Cassian’s kiss was different—hungrier, rougher, a surge of possessive affection that made Aamon shiver. Nesta didn’t step away; she pressed closer instead, her lips finding the curve of Aamon’s jaw, then the strong line of his neck. She tugged at his cloak, pulling it aside to bare more of his skin for her kisses, her breath warm against the scars there.

Aamon let out a soft gasp, his head tipping back as their combined warmth surrounded him, cocooning him in love and want. His fingers curled tightly against the edge of the table, gripping it for balance as their mouths worshiped him—Nesta’s kisses slow and savoring, Cassian’s firm and claiming.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Aamon closed the door behind him with a soft click, his back pressing against the wood as his storm-gray eyes darkened with heat. The faint glow in them hadn’t fully faded from his recent triumph, making him look untouchable, dangerous—and utterly irresistible. He leaned against the doorframe, a slow, hungry smirk curling his lips.

He raised his hand, curling a single finger in a commanding gesture. “Come here,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, thick with promise.

Nesta and Cassian exchanged a look—a shared spark of hunger between them—before Nesta took the lead. She stalked toward him with that lethal grace of hers, hips swaying with each deliberate step, her silver-blue eyes fixed on him like he was prey she fully intended to devour.

Aamon’s tail swept lazily behind him, flicking with impatient anticipation. He wanted them—needed them.

Nesta reached him first, her hands fisting in the front of his shirt as their lips crashed together in a searing kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, weeks of longing and restraint unraveling in an instant. He groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding down her back to cup her hips and pull her closer, grinding her body against his.

Cassian moved like a predator circling prey, stepping in behind Aamon, his heat a solid wall pressing against his back. Strong hands settled on Aamon’s waist, and then Cassian’s mouth was at his neck, biting lightly, sucking at the sensitive skin there until Aamon’s breath hitched.

Aamon growled softly, pushing off the door as Nesta walked him backward with another kiss. Cassian’s body followed, grinding against him from behind, keeping him sandwiched between them both. The three of them moved together with desperate need, like they’d been starving for this.

Cassian’s voice was a low rumble against his neck. “You’ve been teasing us for weeks, storm boy,” he murmured, his hands slipping beneath Aamon’s shirt, palms dragging over muscle and scars, earning a sharp inhale from him. “Think it’s time you paid for that.”

Aamon laughed softly, breathless, tilting his head back onto Cassian’s shoulder as Nesta’s mouth left his lips to trail down his jaw, sucking at the spot beneath his ear.

“Oh, I’ll pay,” Aamon rasped, his hand curling into Nesta’s hair, tugging her closer. “But I’m not going down easy.”

Nesta smirked against his throat, her nails grazing his chest as she murmured, “We’d be disappointed if you did.”

They reached his bed, and Nesta pushed him gently onto it. He landed on his back with a low chuckle, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched them. His cloak slipped off his shoulders, pooling around him like shadows, and his tail curled around his thigh, betraying his impatience.

Cassian came up behind Nesta, his hands sliding over her waist as he kissed the back of her neck, their eyes both locked on Aamon like hunters preparing to pounce.

Aamon raised an eyebrow, his smirk wicked as he leaned back further on his elbows, spreading his legs in invitation. “Well? Don’t keep me waiting.”

Nesta’s eyes darkened at the challenge, straddling Aamon’s hips, her breath warm against his lips as she kissed him again, slower now, deeper, like she wanted to savor every inch of him. Her fingers tugged at his shirt until it came free, revealing sculpted muscle and scars that told centuries of stories. She traced them with delicate, reverent fingers, her touch soft but commanding all at once.

Cassian was behind her, kneeling on the bed, his calloused hands sliding over Nesta’s sides as he helped her peel off her own shirt, baring the elegant lines of her body to both of them. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his warm breath ghosting over her skin as his gaze locked on Aamon.

“Fuck,” Cassian muttered, low and rough, as he raked his eyes over the storm-wielder sprawled beneath them, hair tousled and tail flicking with restless energy. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

Aamon smirked lazily, though his breath was already coming faster, his tail curling around his thigh as if he were trying—and failing—to hold himself back. “Then stop staring,” he rasped. “And touch me.”

Nesta didn’t need to be told twice. She slid her hands down his chest, dragging her nails lightly over his skin until he hissed. She leaned down, her lips following the path of her fingers, kissing along the line of his collarbone, sucking gently at the dip of his throat.

Cassian shifted lower, his massive hands gripping Aamon’s thighs and parting them further. He ducked his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the inside of one thigh, while his other hand slipped down to toy with Aamon’s tail.

The reaction was immediate. Aamon’s body arched sharply, a startled, guttural moan ripping from his throat as Cassian’s fingers traced the sensitive length of the tail, rubbing lightly over the base.

“Fuck—Cass,” Aamon gasped, his back arching again. “You—ah, gods—”

Cassian chuckled low in his throat, clearly pleased by the response. “Sensitive there, storm boy?” he teased, his voice a dark rumble. He wrapped a large hand gently around the base of Aamon’s tail and stroked upward, slow and deliberate. Aamon’s entire body trembled, his fingers twisting in the sheets.

Nesta smirked against his chest, her voice a sultry whisper. “I think we found a weakness.”

Aamon let out a breathless laugh, though it broke on a groan when Cassian’s fingers teased that spot again. “Not… a weakness,” he panted, his head tipping back. “Just… fuck…”

Cassian’s mouth curved in a wicked grin. “We’ll see about that.”

Nesta sat back on his hips, her hands working at the fastenings of his pants while Cassian leaned in to capture Aamon’s mouth in a bruising kiss. Their tongues slid together, Cassian’s hand never stopping its slow torment of Aamon’s tail, until the demigod groaned into his mouth, hips jerking up against Nesta’s body.

She broke away with a smirk, finally freeing him, her fingers curling around his length. Aamon’s head dropped back against the pillow, a guttural curse slipping from his lips as she stroked him slowly, teasingly, her thumb dragging over the sensitive tip.

Cassian shifted closer, his free hand sliding down Aamon’s torso, and Nesta moved aside just enough for him to take over, wrapping his large hand around Aamon’s cock. He stroked him firmly while Nesta bent down to kiss along his ribs, her hair brushing against his skin, her lips and tongue worshipping every inch of him.

Aamon was unraveling beneath them, gasping and moaning, every nerve alight. The combined sensations—Nesta’s mouth, Cassian’s rough hands, and that maddening attention to his tail—had him trembling.

“Fuck, you two—” His voice was hoarse, desperate. “Gonna—”

“Not yet,” Cassian murmured against his ear, his tone commanding but gentle, steadying him. “We’re not done worshipping you.”

Nesta hummed in agreement, her lips trailing lower, down his stomach, until she placed her knees on the floor and replaced Cassian’s hand with her mouth, taking him between her lips with slow, devastating precision.

Aamon’s hips jerked, a sharp moan tearing from him, his tail curling tight around Cassian’s wrist. He fisted the sheets in one hand, the other finding Cassian’s hair, gripping tightly as Cassian kissed and bit at his neck.

Nesta took her time, her tongue swirling, her pace slow enough to make him whimper. Whimper—like a god brought to his knees. Cassian’s free hand squeezed his thigh, his other still teasing the sensitive ridges at the base of his tail.

“Please,” Aamon finally groaned, the word ripped from him like a prayer.

Cassian chuckled against his throat, his voice thick. “Please what, baby?”

“More. I—fuck, I need—” He cut himself off with a strangled gasp when Nesta hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper.

Cassian growled softly, clearly turned on by Aamon’s desperation, he shifted down and leaned down to kiss Nesta, tasting Aamon on her lips before she pulled back.

She smirked, her voice low and sultry. “He’s ready.”

Cassian nodded, shifting to help Nesta out of the rest of her clothes, his big hands lingering over her curves. She climbed back onto Aamon’s lap, straddling him again, and he sat up, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her down onto him with a low groan.

Nesta moaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders as she sank onto him fully. Aamon buried his face in her neck, his breath hot and ragged, kissing and biting at her skin while his hips rolled upward, slow and deep.

Cassian watched them for a moment, then he moved behind Aamon, settling on the bed and pulling him back slightly, pressing kisses along his spine.

“Mine,” Cassian growled softly, nipping at his shoulder.

“Yours,” Aamon gasped, his head falling back onto Cassian’s shoulder as Nesta rode him, her pace quickening.

Cassian’s hand reached around, gripping Aamon’s cock again, stroking him in time with Nesta’s movements, while his other hand teased that sensitive spot on Aamon’s tail once more.

The demigod came undone, spilling inside Nesta. His moans filled the room—broken, beautiful sounds that sent heat curling low in her belly—as his body trembled between them, pleasure wracking him in waves. She kissed him fiercely, deeply, whispering his name like a prayer against his lips, while Cassian’s strong hands steadied him, murmuring praise into his ear.

“Looks like our demigod’s ready for round two,” Cassian purred, his voice dark and full of hunger.

Nesta’s sat up again, letting Cassian watch the cum dripping down from her cunt. Cassian pressed a finger in, making sure to let it stay inside of her. “Sit down, Nes. Fuck him again.” Cassian’s large hands guided Aamon’s cock to her cunt. She gasped as he pressed her down, inch by inch, until he was seated fully inside her. Both of them moaned.

“Oh, fuck,” Nesta cried out, tossing her head back, “fill me up again, Aamon.”

Cassian hummed in approval, his gaze dark as he admired the sight before him. “Beautiful,” he muttered, almost to himself, stroking a hand down Nesta’s trembling thigh. Slowly, deliberately, he loosened the ties of his pants, pulling himself free. Precum glistened at his tip as he stroked himself lazily, his eyes locked on where Nesta was grinding down onto Aamon.

“Good boy,” Cassian murmured, his tone low and rough. “You’re taking Nesta so well.”

Aamon’s cock throbbed inside her at the praise, a needy whimper escaping his lips. Cassian’s mouth curled into a wicked smile as he licked his lips.

“I wonder,” Cassian drawled, teasing himself slowly, “who I should fuck first.”

Aamon’s glassy, storm-gray eyes met his, pleading silently. His soft whimper was all the answer Cassian needed.

“Be patient, Aamon,” Cassian whispered darkly, climbing closer. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

Aamon’s legs immediately wrapped around him in invitation as Nesta rode him with slow, sensual rolls of her hips. Cassian lined himself up, pressing forward until he was buried deep inside Aamon. Aamon’s back arched, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as his eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back in ecstasy.

The rhythm they found together was devastatingly perfect—Nesta riding him hard and slow, Cassian’s powerful thrusts from behind making Aamon shudder and moan, his breath catching with every movement. Heat pooled thick in the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and arousal. Hands and mouths roamed freely, reverent and greedy all at once, each of them desperate to taste and touch, to claim.

Nesta’s cries rose higher, mingling with Aamon’s broken whimpers and Cassian’s guttural growls. Three souls moving as one, bound together by hunger, love, and need.

Aamon shattered first. The force of his second climax wrung a hoarse cry from his throat, Nesta gasping his name as she followed, clenching around him with desperate, fluttering pulses. Cassian bit down on her neck as he came with a groan, filling Aamon with his release, claiming him completely.

Aamon lay trembling beneath them, utterly spent, utterly worshipped. Utterly theirs.

But the night was far from over. Hunger still simmered in the air, electric and unrelenting, as Nesta and Cassian shifted, readying themselves for more.