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Your head was spinning. It could have been from the two glasses of faerie wine you’d had, but you knew better.

It was them.

They were staring at you, as they had every night since you’d finally been brought to court. Your High Lord and Lady, their magnetic gazes on you had you tipsy even without the wine. You felt special, being the one to capture their attentions.

You spun in the arms of a male whose name you couldn’t remember, aware of their eyes on you, burning like the sun. Everything in you begged for you to approach the dais their thrones sat upon, yet you held back. Your father had warned you to never interact with them unless prompted, lest you wanted your family’s name to be ruined with your impertinence.

So you let yourself be whisked into anyone and everyone’s arms, aware of their attention in every moment.

The song ended and you came to a stop, thanking the male for the dance, then made your way back to your seat. Perhaps a bit of food would help with the way the room was spinning around you.

A plate of food appeared in front of you when you sat, piled with roasted chicken and vegetables, seasoned to perfection. You ate slowly, savoring each bite that you took. It was once you’d finished that you heard the court go silent, and felt the weight of a thousand stares on your back. When you turned to look at what had caused the change, your breath left you.

Your High Lady was standing behind you, her blue-grey eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come with me,” she commanded, tugging you out of your chair. She pulled you across the dance floor and to the dais where your High Lord still sat, then sat on her own throne. Elegant hands patted her lap, a wicked grin on her face when realization lit your eyes. Nervously, you perched on her lap, going rigid when she pulled you firmly against her chest. “Relax, little love,” she whispered in your ear. “We’re going to have some fun.” A wave of calm washed over you and you sank into her hold, going limp against her.

“There she is,” your High Lord said, violet eyes with twinkling stars locked on yours. “Put on a good show for Feyre, hmm?”

You nodded in agreement, though you weren’t sure what you were agreeing to. You felt her hands smoothing the skirts of your dress, finding the slits on the sides that had allowed you to move so freely in each dance. Her fingers played over your skin, soft, teasing touches that sent whisps of heat through you. You squirmed on her lap, trying to fight your arousal. Surely, if approaching them was wrong, being attracted to them-

Your thoughts smoothed out, focusing entirely on the sensation of her left hand dipping beneath the front panel of your dress, running over the soft fabric of your panties. “Such a pretty girl,” she cooed in your ear, fingers tracing your slit through the fabric. “Did you pick these out, hoping that I would take them off for you?”

No, you’d picked them because they were pretty, not for-

You nodded, a flush spreading over your face. She laughed lowly behind you, fingers moving the fabric to the side and dipping between your folds.

“So wet for me already, little one. Have a taste.” She lifted her fingers to your lips and you sucked your arousal from them without a thought, blushing further when you realized that everyone was staring at you. “Don’t mind them, darling. All that matters is the three of us.” Her fingers dipped back between your folds, collecting slick before circling gently over your clit. You couldn’t stop the soft moan that left you at the sensation, or the way that your hips twitched into her touch.

Feyre toyed with you, enjoying the way that you squirmed in her hold, torn between wanting her to stop and needing more. One finger pressed into your core, eliciting a gasp from your lips. “Does that feel good, little one?” she asked in your ear, laughing softly when you nodded your head. “Would you like another?” You nodded again, letting out a low moan when a second finger slid into your sex.

Any thoughts or protests you might have had fled your brain when her other hand slid under your dress, fingers rubbing small, precise circles on your clit. You canted your hips into her touch, legs twitching as your pleasure built.

“Such a pretty girl,” Rhysand said quietly, his words barely registering with you. You were more focused on the way Feyre was skillfully working you towards your peak. She had you so close after only a few minutes, and your cheeks burned as you remembered that you were in front of the entire court-

Your thoughts were smothered out, pleasure taking its place as you fell over the edge. Feyre extended your pleasure as she continued her ministrations, teeth sinking into your shoulder while your legs shook.

When you came down, you found yourself being passed to your High Lord, the back of your dressed pushed up so that your skin was touching his clothing. You felt him hard beneath you, and panic overtook you before it was snuffed out a moment later. He worked himself free of his trousers and slid your panties to the side, sinking into you without warning. He slowly pressed into you, letting you adjust to his girth. You expected him to order you to ride him when he was fully seated within you, but he merely held you, your back pressed to his chest. The feeling of him was overwhelming, and you felt as though you could barely breathe, just being filled by him.

“That’s our good girl,” Rhysand whispered in your ear, one hand ghosting over your breasts. “Just sit here while we let the Court state their issues.”

“What-?” you asked, just as Feyre began speaking.

“You may approach with your grievances,” she said in a commanding voice, the sound of it echoing throughout the chamber.

Slowly a line of citizens formed, and your cheeks reddened even further. You half listened to their complaints at first, but when Rhys ground you down against him their words went in one ear and out the other. It was a delicious sort of torture, to be so full and brimming with pleasure but having no way to release it. His hands kept you from chasing your release and you whined softly, earning you a kiss to the crown of your head. Each attempt to squirm in his hold was stopped by him, and you stayed on the edge for far too long.

You leaned into his back, breath coming in short pants. You were overwhelmed - pleasure and the knowledge that you were being watched was too much.

“You’re doing so well, darling,” Rhysand purred in your ear, one hand leaving your waist to rub over your abdomen, where he was buried within you. “Just a little while longer.” You let out a moan, hips twitching slightly. His hand returned to your waist, holding you in place more firmly.

One by one, the line grew shorter, though you could hardly focus on anything but the way that your High Lord felt inside of you. The rumbling in his chest from his voice was soothing, keeping you from outright crying, though your eyes were misty. You waited and waited for your release, near begging by the time that the line ended. Feyre’s hand found yours, squeezing tightly.

“I think she deserves a reward,” Feyre said, her thumb running over the top of your hand. “Don’t you, Rhys?” You nodded your head, not caring that the question wasn’t directed at you.

“Mm. You’ve warmed my cock so well, darling. Do you need something from me?” he asked in an amused tone. You nodded again. “Tell me what you need.”

You whined again, not sure that you could handle another second of this. “I need to come,” you moaned, wiggling in his hold. He still didn’t move, didn’t let you finish and you groaned. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Rhysand said, “I suppose I can make that happen.” He moved one of his hands from your waist to under the front panel of your dress, two fingers swirling over your clit softly. That was all it took for you to fall over the edge, your body shaking as you rode out your pleasure.

You were panting when you came back to your body, still stuffed full. You waited for him to chase his own release, but he merely held you still once more.

“You’re far too fun to let go of already, so you’re going to sit here for the rest of the night, darling,” Rhysand said lowly, thumbs running over your waist.

“I can’t-”

“You can and you will, little one,” Feyre said. “You’ll get an even better reward if you do.”

A better reward?

“You’ll be ours forever. Don’t you want that, darling?” she asked.

No, you wanted to choose who you spent your life with-

That thought melted away, replaced by your longing to belong to them, to be with them at all times and please them however you could. “Yes,” you moaned, clenching around Rhys.

“Good. All it takes is another hour of sitting on his cock. Can you do that for us?” You nodded vigorously. All of this was worth it if you were theirs by the end of it.

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You took in a nervous breath as you stared at the door, eyes only drawn away when gentle fingers gripped your hand.

“Are you ready? We could always wait a bit longer,” Azriel suggested, though you could hear the slight sadness in his tone at the idea.

“No, I’m done waiting,” you replied, gazing into his warm hazel eyes, your wings fluttering lightly at the sight. “I’m done hiding that I love you, that I want to be with you. My parents will just have to accept that fact.”

A soft smile spread across his lips, and he leaned in to kiss you gently. “I’m glad to hear that, love.”

You smiled back, feeling more ready now that he’d kissed you - a reminder of why you were currently standing outside of your father’s office.

You knocked on the door firmly, your father replying a moment later, “Come in.” The door opened without a sound after you turned the knob, and you stepped inside, followed closely by Azriel.

Thankfully, your mother was sitting next to your father, her violet eyes quickly flicking between the two of you, a knowing sparkle entering her eyes.

Of course she would figure it out before you’d even said a word.

“Daddy, mama, it’s nice to see both of you,” you said nervously, trying to gauge what mood he was in. His onyx eyes had stars in them, gleaming dimly. That was a good sign.

“It’s good to see you too, little one,” he said warmly, though his eyes stayed on the male behind you. “Azriel, my boy, what brings you here? And with my lovely daughter, no less?”

A lip was tugged between your teeth as you waited for Azriel’s response, wishing that your father had given you a moment to explain why you were here.

“Y/N and I have something that we’d like to share with the both of you,” Azriel replied confidently, the wing nearest you moving to curl around you.

Onyx eyes narrowed dangerously, the air between you charged with tension. “Oh?”

“Daddy, Azriel and I are in love. We have been for a few months-”

Thick, dark night billowed through the room in an instant, void of any stars. Cold wrapped around you, your body moved into a chair with ease by the High Lord of Night’s overwhelming power. Another moment later and the darkness lifted, leaving only a haze of black smoke drifting through the room.

You let out a pained cry when you saw Azriel pinned to the wall, your father’s hands around his throat. Attempting to lift yourself from the chair you found yourself in was futile, bands of dark power holding you in place.

It was your mother’s gentle touch on his shoulder that soothed the rage in his blood, onyx eyes turning to take in the terrified look in your eyes. With a sigh, he dropped Azriel’s throat, the constraints lifting from you at the same time.

Without wasting a moment, you were at Azriel’s side, hands cupping his face gently as he regained his breath. “Azzie?”

One more deep breath before hazel eyes blinked open, meeting yours before turning to the pair behind you. “I know you don’t approve of me being with your daughter, but I will do everything I can to keep her safe. I love her, High Lord, and I hope you’ll allow me the honor of continuing to love her.”

You looked at him with hearts in your eyes, overjoyed that even after your father had nearly killed him, he still loved you more than possible threats to his life.

A sighed sounded behind you, along with the sound of your father sitting back in his chair. You turned slowly, surprised to see your father sitting with his chin in his right palm as he observed the two of you.

“You love her?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you’ll do anything to protect her?”

“Yes, sir.”

Your father hummed as he stared, the weight of his gaze making you want to shift in place, but you restrained yourself.

“And you truly love him?”

You couldn’t help the tilt of your lips as you replied, “Yes, I do daddy.”

“And I can’t change your mind, even if I say… Gave you a permanent residence in Velaris in exchange for you never speaking to him again?”

Instantly, you shook your head. “No, I do not want to go a single day without seeing Azriel. He makes every day that I see him brighter.” You saw a grin split your mother’s face, the slightest nod of approval letting you know that you were on the right track with your father.

A heavy sigh left him, his onyx eyes closing for a moment. When they opened, they locked onto Azriel’s. “The only reason I am considering this… Courtship… Is due to you recently becoming Carynthian. But believe me, if any harm befalls my darling princess at your hands, physical or otherwise, you will wish I’d stripped you of your memories today. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, High Lord. I will do right by your daughter, and I thank you for giving me this chance. I will not disappoint you,” Azriel said seriously, bowing deeply.

Your father hummed a minute later, allowing Az to right himself. “Now, go… Somewhere else, before I change my mind.”

You clapped your hands excitedly, quickly bounding around his desk, past your mother to squeeze your father tightly. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you daddy!” When you pulled back, constellations swirled in his eyes, the faintest hints of a smile on his face.

You would take that as a win.

Azriel’s hand was in yours as soon as you were in reach, and you shot a bright smile at your father and mother as he led you from the room.

The two of you took off down the hall, giggling as you rounded corner after corner, moonstone walls echoing the heartbeats of your other family members, who also had yet to know of your relationship.

Two turns later and you stumbled across them, lounging in plush, colorful chairs.

You skidded to a halt, Azriel’s scarred hand still gripped tightly in yours as three heads snapped to look at the pair of you.

“Oh, pay up, Cassian!” Mor yelled, smacking Cassian on his bare chest.

He made a wounded noise, rubbing at his chest while he stared at you. “Thanks a lot, you two. Now I owe Mor five bottles of wine from the cellar,” he groaned, likely already coming up with a plan to not get caught stealing from your father.

Rhys was silent for a minute, violet eyes flicking between your face, Azriel’s face, and your intertwined hands.

“Does father know?”

“We just got back from telling him and mama,” you said nervously, more anxious for Rhys’s approval of the relationship than your parents’. After all, Azriel had been his friend first, and he viewed Az as a brother…

“It’s good to see you’re still in one piece then,” Rhys chuckled, standing from his seat. “Which I’m assuming means you’re both serious about each other, so I’d like to offer my congratulations.”

He extended a hand to Azriel once he’d crossed the room, Azriel’s free hand taking it readily.

Two voices cheered from behind you, and a moment later you and Azriel were wrapped in a group hug, your brothers and Mor squeezing you tightly.

They loosened their hold eventually, and Mor pulled your ears to her lips. “I expect to hear everything,” she whispered, eliciting a giggle from you.

Later, you mouthed, your cousin beaming at the promise.

“So… How long have the two of you been fuckin’?” Cassian asked crassly, groaning when he was hit on the chest by four hands.

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