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The first thing you saw when you awoke was snow. Snow on your balcony, snow on your windows, snow everywhere. Dread filled you at the sight, the once joyful flakes turning to an insidious frost that crept through your veins, turning your already dying heart into a frozen wasteland.

Winter used to be your favorite season. It had meant playing the snow with your brother and adoptive brothers, warming up by the fire with mugs of cocoa, and spending the entirety of solstice together opening gifts and playing games.

But that was before.

Before Amarantha’s rule, before Feyre Archeron and her sisters burst into your life, turning everything that you’d known upside down.

And of course you were grateful for all that they’d done for your family and your court. Feyre had saved Rhys in more ways than one, saving him from staying the shell of a person he’d been after returning from Under the Mountain. And Nesta and Elain had helped end the war, something that you hadn’t been able to do.

But you… You were still you. Powerless. Weak. Useless.

And now, as you’d come to find out, easily forgotten.

For the past five years, you’d felt as though you could disappear, and no one would notice. Rhys was occupied with Feyre and Nyx, Cassian with Nesta, and Azriel with Elain.

There was no room left for you, not anymore.

You’d already declined to join them at the cabin this year, knowing that the jealousy festering in your heart would only grow at the sight of your family enjoying their time, barely interacting with you. You could hardly stand to watch every one of your family members be in love, while you’re all alone, and the holidays only made your disappointment that much stronger. The only upside to staying back in Velaris, however small, was that you wouldn’t need to ignore how you were ignored, especially by Azriel.

Rhys, you understood. He had a young child and a mate, it’s natural for other family members to fall to the wayside a bit. Cassian had his own mate as well, and while you’d always considered him a brother, you knew that he didn’t truly have a duty to check in on you. And your cousin Mor had finally found love with Emerie, who you personally suspected to be her mate.

But Azriel? Elain wasn’t even his mate, and he’d still abandoned you for her. You had thought you meant more to him, at least enough for him to continue talking to you, to keep up with your weekly brunches when he was back in town.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Once they had gotten together, it was as though you didn’t exist to him anymore. Azriel didn’t check in with you after missions anymore, leaving you to wonder about his safety until you happened upon him or asked Rhys.

You sat alone for every meal that wasn’t a family dinner.

No one checked in on you anymore.

If you disappeared, no one would notice.

You rolled over in your bed, wings fluttering as you turned away from the winter wonderland that threatened to blind you. You were better off sleeping, waiting for spring to come.

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Starfall was fast approaching, and Velaris was still coated in a thick layer of snow. You wrinkled your nose every time you saw it, wishing you could burn it all away, skip Starfall altogether this year.

But as Princess of the Night Court, you were expected to be there with a pleasant demeanor and a pretty dress, one of the symbols of how well the court had recovered after the war with Hybern. Dress shopping had been fun at least, though you’d chose to go alone this year. Thankfully for you, your favorite seamstress, Pearl, had become a good friend of yours after your parents’ passing, and was always delighted to spend an afternoon chatting with you while you tried on as many of her gowns as you wanted. And at the moment, you trusted her opinion more than any of your family members. She’d spent over four hours helping you in and out of nearly every dress in her store, cheering you up the entire time until you were laced into the perfect dress.

“You know, I really do think you’ll catch the Shadowsinger’s eye this year Y/N,” she had giggled as you tried on the last dress she had picked out for you. “You look like a vision in this, a true Princess of Night.”

You had agreed with her completely, feeling more like yourself than you had in five years as you stared in the mirror. The gown was lower cut than you usually wore, with two-inch thick sleeves that fell off your shoulders, and the lacing was low enough to keep the base of your wings free. The bodice clung to your curves with starbursts of silver smattered about the dark fabric, the layers of the skirt falling in waves of midnight blue and constellations that shimmered under the light. It was another masterpiece that Pearl had made, and perhaps your favorite to date.

While you knew it was unlikely that you would ever gain Azriel’s affections with Elain in the picture, not without revealing what tied you together, you couldn’t help the tiny spark of hope that burned in your chest at the thought. You’d carried a flame for Azriel for over a century now, but you’d never acted on it, not while knowing that he was in love with Mor. And then… The moment someone else came along, someone just as pretty as Mor, he had fallen for her.

A joke that the Mother had played on you, but certainly not the last.

Two years ago, on a random Tuesday morning, Azriel had passed the salt to you without needing to be asked- and that’s when it snapped. The mating bond. The burst of warmth and overwhelming happiness you felt as the bond fell into place quickly washed away as you watched your mate’s hands, those beautiful, scarred hands, touch Elain.

It should be you.

And when Azriel had turned back to whisper something in Elain’s ear, her cheeks flaming a moment later, you were left to sit there in silence, tethered to the male in front of you and cursing the Mother for her cruelty while he flirted with her. Not you.

It would never be you.

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When the morning of Starfall arrived, you made yourself busy by making breakfast, helped by Rhys once he, Feyre, and Nyx had awoken. The kitchen was avoided as soon as Azriel and Elain walked in, cheeks flushed and scents heady. It had made your stomach churn, and you’d offered the remainder of your breakfast to Cassian, who was more than happy to eat it.

Decorations were next on your list, if only to give you something to do besides sit in your room, dreading the night. But of course, Elain had wanted to help with those once she had finished eating. You made it through an hour of willing the House to grow sparkling icicles and bunches of frost covered flowers before Azriel entered the room, heading straight to Elain. One glance of his lips on her neck and you were gone, done with pretending to be normal until you had to.

Your feet carried you down to the library, the smell of books and dust instantly calming your senses. How many hours had you spent down here sitting between the stacks, reading whatever books caught your interest? Hiding away from your father when he went into a rage, or sitting at the tables with Azriel as you read silently across from one another? You couldn’t even begin to guess, the endless shelves having felt more like home at times than the palace above. And now you were here again, seeking refuge from the discomfort of your life.

A sigh left your lips as fingers slipped over the spines of the books in front of you. How pathetic do you sound? You would guess very- after all, this couldn’t be the first time a mating bond snapped when the other would never love them back. And you refused to trap Azriel with a mating bond, knowing that he would rather be with anyone else if not for his obsession with having a mate for himself.

Fingers plucked a random book from the shelf and feet carried you to one of the comfortable armchairs in a secluded corner. The spine crackled as the cover opened, eyes attempting to read the text before you. They were blurry with tears, unable to make anything of the letters swimming on the page. Useless. Just like the rest of you.

You closed the book, breathing in deeply. The smell of the library washed over you once more, settling into your bones and instilling your mind with the same silence the room held.

Maybe you would just sit here quietly, staring at the walls until it was time to get dressed. You held the book up in front of you, the magic of the library putting it back in its rightful place a moment later.

You settled into the chair, sinking deeper into its cushions as you counted your breaths until they were even, your eyes falling shut and wings going slack.

“Y/N!” The shout of your name woke your from your half-sleep, curled up in a chair. “Why are you sleeping down here? Guests have already begun to arrive,” Azriel said, clearly annoyed with you.

“I must have fallen asleep,” you said with a yawn, hand raising to cover your mouth eyes your eyes flicked over his outfit quickly- he looked dashing in his Illyrian robes, colored a dark sapphire as they were every year, even if the cut of them changed.

“Get upstairs, now,” Azriel ordered as he approached you, grabbing your hand and yanking you out of your chair. “I can’t believe you’re sulking like a petulant child, Y/N.”

“I’m not sulking, I fell asleep, Azriel,” you scoffed, pulling your hand out of his grasp. You began walking to the stairs closest to your room, ignoring how closely Azriel was following you.

“Oh really? Is that why you’ve left every room I’ve entered today? And have given Elain the cold shoulder ever since you met her?”

“Oh my gods, Azriel!” you yelled as you spun around, the tips of your wings brushing against Azriel. “I am disappointed that I lost one of my oldest friends! Ever since you started dating Elain, you have no time to spend with me. I don’t even know if you’re alive half of the time anymore! I have to ask Rhys!”

Hazel eyes rolled to the ceiling before fixing you with a judgmental look. “You can’t even be happy for me, can you? That I finally found someone to love me back, and I’m no longer stuck being single and miserable like you!”

The sound of skin on skin echoed through the library, your hand stinging from how much force you’d put into the slap that landed on Azriel’s cheek. “Don’t. Follow me,” you hissed at him before stomping away, legs working overtime to put more distance between the two of you, just in case he was stupid enough to chase you. Tears threatened to fall the entire way to your room, held at bay only by the thought of strangers, or worse, your family, seeing you crying in the hallways.

The second the door was shut behind you, a waterfall of tears fell down your cheeks. You knew now that you meant little to nothing to Azriel.

Two years of feeling every time that he and Elain coupled, every emotion he had that flung down the bond. Two years of being tortured by your “best friend,” your mate. Yet hearing that he was miserable being your friend- somehow that was worse.

He can’t even tolerate your company anymore, shouldn’t that tell you to give up?

The hurtful words came from you this time, heart breaking as you lost all hope for your mate to love you, to even spend time with you. And you should give up. It’s fruitless, attempting to hold onto the vast nothingness left between the two of you.

You let your tears fall for another minute, wiping at your eyes with your sleeve. A few steadying breaths later, and you were able to stand and make your way to your vanity. Makeup went on like a second skin, sealing away your insecurities and hurt, changing you into the happy Princess you’re supposed to play tonight, hair following suit as you pinned it in an elegant updo.

The minimal magic you possessed was only good for a few things, one of which was tightening and tying your own dress laces- a blessing, in times like these when you had no one to rely on. The beautiful gown, the one you thought might appeal to Azriel in some small way, still looked lovely on you. But you felt that the person inside was ugly, unworthy of wearing something made with such detail and care.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts, sitting down to slide into the glittering, dark blue heels you’d bought for tonight. One last glance in the mirror showed that you looked to be royalty, even if you couldn’t stand to look at your face right now, lest you see the sadness in your eyes and start to cry once more.

The party was in full swing when you arrived, throngs of people milling about the House of Wind. Residents of Velaris greeted you as you passed, and you shared a few words with each before moving on, slowly working your way to the table laden with wine, wings pulled in tightly.

A glass or two or three should set your mind straight, at least enough for you to enjoy the streaks of color that will race across the sky any time now.

Finally, you made it to your destination, picking up a glass of faerie wine and downing it in two gulps, pleased when it refilled itself automatically.

“Well, what a pleasure it is to see you here, Princess,” a silky, low voice greeted you from your right. You turned your head to see Eris, his amber eyes trained on you. “And without any annoying guards this time,” he added with a charming smile.

You studied him for a moment, taking in his shoulder length red hair and russet robes, the cut of them exposing the toned muscles of his arms. His power was stronger than the last time you’d spoken with him at his coronation four years ago, full of warmth and comfort. “I thought I could fend for myself tonight," you replied, lips lifting at the corners. "I'm surprised Rhys invited you this year, after flirting with Feyre so much last Starfall.”

“I do enjoy complimenting beautiful ladies, though the thought of annoying Rhysand was the main draw,” Eris said with a smirk, eyes flashing with amusement. “And speaking of beautiful ladies, you look absolutely ravishing tonight, Y/N.”

Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink at the compliment. “Thank you, Eris. I have to say that you look rather handsome tonight. Traditional robes suit you.”

“I do look good tonight, don’t I?” Eris asked cockily, grinning wide when you nodded. “Say, since we both look so regal, would you care to join me for the main event? The sky looks more beautiful when you have someone to watch it with, especially someone as lovely as you, Y/N.”

He was bold, no doubt about it. But his boldness had you extending your free hand, skin delighting at how warm his grasp was. “I would love to watch the sky with you, Eris. So long as you don’t mind keeping me warm on the balcony,” you added with a smile, one that was quickly returned.

“I believe I can manage that, Princess.”

“Good. Now, let’s find a spot before all of the good ones are taken,” you said, gently tugging Eris in the direction of the balconies, pleased that the pulsing of his power helped clear a small path through the crowd of fae. The two of you found a spot off to the right, with only a few fae hovering in the vicinity. “Right here will be perfect.” You slipped your hand from Eris’s hold to rest your forearm against the stone in front of you, lifting your wine glass to your lips and taking a deep sip.

The fire-haired male placed his back against the stone, eyes watching you. “You know, I’m surprised you haven’t gotten married yet,” Eris said bluntly, his words making you choke on your wine. “Hey, I didn’t mean for you to choke,” Eris chuckled.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you laughed once your lungs were clear. “I just- what makes you so surprised about it?”

“For one, you’re beautiful- more beautiful than any other fae here tonight,” Eris said with sincerity before continuing, “And for two, you’ve never had a shortage of eyes on you at any event I’ve attended. I thought you would have been wooed by a worthy male, at this point- or do you prefer females?”

You rolled your eyes at the question. “I like males well enough, Eris, there just… Hasn’t been one that I’ve been interested in.” The lie tasted bitter on your tongue, a taste that not even another sip of wine could wash away.

Eris regarded you closely for a moment before letting your lie slip past. “I suppose that makes sense. After all, who could be worthy of the Princess of Night?”

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the fact that you were being listened to, being complimented. Whatever it was had the words tumbling out of your mouth and into the space between you. “Perhaps a High Lord of Autumn would be deserving of me.”

Eris raised a brow, a sensual smile on his lips. “Really? Would you like to test that theory?” “Tonight?” you asked, heartbeat kicking up to a faster pace, your scent tinged with arousal.

“Only if you’d like, Y/N.” Eris lifted his hand to your face and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

The male who you’d only known to show cruelty was gone, replaced by one whose fingers warmed your skin and voice sent heat to your core. The smell of him was pleasant enough, crisp apples, fallen leaves and bonfire smoke. Not like your mate’s but… What did that matter, anymore?

You heard the crowd gasp as the sky to your left lit up with the falling spirits, but you paid them no mind. Instead, you downed the last of your wine and tugged Eris by the hand once more, this time leading him to your bedroom. A small part of you hoped that the colorful sky would keep anyone from noticing your absence, but most of you wished that they would notice, that someone would care that you were gone.

It was quiet, in your room, the only sound was that of two heartbeats and two pairs of lungs as anticipation built.

"I like your room,” Eris said softly as he closed the distance between you, his hands landing on your waist. “It suits you.”

Suits me? Your room hadn’t changed in a century, still covered in the stuffed creatures that Rhys had bought you before Amarantha, your desk strewn with various fabrics and yarns. It didn’t feel like your room anymore, it felt like it belonged to the part of you that had begun dying five years ago.

“Thank you,” you breathed, unwilling to push back what you wanted- what you needed. It might be unfair to Eris, to sleep with him when you had no intention of being in a relationship, but it didn’t seem like Eris would care all that much. You pressed your lips against his softly, pleased by the way he took control of the kiss for you. One of his hands drifted to the small of your back, pulling you close to him and your breath caught- you’d never had someone take charge of you like this before, always too afraid to hurt their Princess. You’d felt more like a delicate porcelain doll, sleeping with them. But Eris?

He knew what you wanted. What you needed.

His other hand came to cup the back of your head, tilting you back to deepen the kiss. Your hands flew to his shoulders to steady yourself, though the strength of Eris’s grip on you had you feeling safe already.

It wasn’t bad. But your soul was recoiling at kissing not your mate, begging you to stop, to do anything but this. It might be akin to self harm in the long run, what you were doing, but you didn’t care. Not when you’d felt your mate doing exactly this, night after night after night.

Why couldn’t you do the same?

You tangled your fingers in soft red hair, attempting to pull Eris even closer, to drown out the pain in your heart with the pleasure you knew he could give you. You let Eris guide you to your bed, lay you down and push up the skirts of your gown, press his tongue flat against your sex. What did it matter, if your heart was elsewhere?

Everything else flew out of your mind when he pressed two fingers inside of you, long digits eagerly searching out the spots that made you squirm underneath him, tongue teasing your clit. You gave yourself over to the way that Eris made you feel, sparks of pleasure following every brush of his skin, heated arousal threatening to burn you whole if he stopped.

It was the angle of his fingers and his mouth suckling on your clit that sent you over the edge the first time, and you mourned the loss of his touch until he was settled between your thighs, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds. One hand gripped your hip, the other keeping him stable over you, just above your left wing, and he was careful not to touch the sensitive appendage.

You didn’t speak, only canted your hips up to meet his, ready to know exactly what Eris could offer you. He smirked above you, eyes flashing as he sank into you slowly, watching the way your eyes fluttered shut. “Feeling good, Y/N?” His question was soft, whispered in your ear as he filled you to the root.

The soft laugh you let out turned to a moan when Eris started moving. “Fantastic,” you breathed, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer, capturing his lips in a tender kiss.

The grin Eris wore when you parted was prideful, the press of his hips intoxicating, keeping your mind from straying too far, from feeling the pain buried deep beneath pleasure.

You lost yourself in him, taking all that he had to give until you were falling into another orgasm, drawn out by the snap of his hips as he chased you over the edge, seed spilling inside of you.

You should feel warm, shouldn’t you?

A shiver spread through you when Eris pulled away, summoning a cloth to his hand. He cleaned you off gently, such a far cry from the male you’d thought him to be. You laid still on the bed as he fixed his clothing, steadying your breathing while you felt numbness seep through your veins. Somehow, you fixed a smile to your face when Eris helped you stand, a soft expression on his own.

“Should we rejoin the celebration? There might be a few spirits left to fall,” Eris said softly, fingers once again brushing a loose lock of hair behind your ear.

“That sounds lovely,” you replied, offering your arm to Eris. You knew that your hair was likely to be rumpled, the layers of your dress slightly askew, but Eris had been a fine partner tonight- he deserved to see at least a few minutes of what he’d come to the Night Court for, and you’d be happy to give him that in exchange for the distraction he’d offered you.

You took one last look at your bed, duvet wrinkled from your coupling before closing the door. Shame filled you, at not being able to be patient for your mate.

No wonder he doesn’t want you.

“I don’t want to sound too forward,” Eris started, “But I would greatly enjoy seeing you again. Whether we repeat tonight or just talk. You seem… Lonely.” Tears welled in your eyes- so even he was able to notice, after only a night with you.

“I guess… I am,” you said quietly. “I thought I’d hidden it well enough.”

Eris tilted your chin to look at him with two fingers, a knowing look in his eye. “You did, but a lonely heart can always sense its kin. If you ever need someone to talk to, or make love to,” Eris added with a wink, “I’ll be waiting.”

“Do I send a letter, or…?” you trailed off with a soft laugh, one tear escaping and trailing down your cheek. Eris swiped at it with his thumb, cradling your cheek in his hand.

“A letter, or you could fly or winnow in. I’d be delighted to see you any-”

“HEY!” a voice shouted from the end of the hallway that led to the party. “Get your filthy hands off of her, Vanserra!”

Azriel was by your side in an instant, ripping you from Eris’s touch and dragging you a few feet away from him. You swatted at his bruising grip on your arm, with no luck.

“Let go of me, you brute!” you yelled at him, pinching the skin of one of his wings- dangerous, but effective, seeing as Azriel dropped your arm the next moment. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N? Fucking Eris of all people? Do you want to be nothing but a broodmare for the bastard?!”

Your breath caught in your throat at the accusation, but you didn’t get a chance to respond.

“That’s funny, seeing as you are the only bastard here, Shadowsinger. I suggest you leave dear Y/N alone, she’s been an adult for over four centuries now and can make her own choices,” Eris said in a cold voice, the mask back in place.

“I suggest you leave before I kill you,” Azriel snarled, earning an eyeroll from Eris.

“Don’t be so idiotic, Shadowsinger. You do remember that a threat against me is a threat against my court, do you not?” Azriel didn’t respond, shadows whipping around him furiously. “Do remember what I said, Y/N. Perhaps I’ll see you again soon,” Eris said with a wink before walking away, leaving you with Azriel.

Your mate who only cared for you when it would cause you more pain.

“What were you thinking, Y/N?! That you’d fuck a High Lord and suddenly be happy for once in your miserable life?”

Your palm stung after meeting Azriel’s cheek for the second time that day. “That’s enough, Azriel! I have done nothing to deserve the way you have treated me today! All I’ve ever done is try to make you and everyone else happy, but that isn’t good enough anymore, not without the last name of Archeron!”

Hazel eyes narrowed at you, burning with hatred. “Nothing? Really, Y/N? How about sleeping with the enemy!"

"Eris is our ally, you idiot! And what does me sleeping with him have to do with anything?! You treated me like trash earlier, and now-”

“Now I’m treating you like the stupid whore that you are! You can’t even be bothered to keep your legs closed, and for what? Revenge?” Tears welled in your eyes once more, the bond in your chest being flooded with hatred and rage from Azriel’s side, impossible to ignore.

“What would I even be getting revenge for?” you asked, voice small. You felt like a child being scolded by their parent for something that they didn’t do, but would bear the punishment anyways.

“For your entire family being happy and in love, while you sit in your room, alone and drowning in your misery. You’re pathetic.”

Tears poured down your cheeks at his words. “If I’m so pathetic, then why do you care? Why punish me when I’m already miserable, as you say?” You asked through your tears. “Why not just let the misery do its job, and take me out of your life for good?”

For once tonight, Azriel was quiet.

“Don’t ever speak to me again,” you said with as much anger as you could muster, turning away from him and slipping through your bedroom door. The smell of sex greeted you, only making your tears fall faster.

He’s right. You’re pathetic, using another male to try to get over your mate.

Jealous. Whore. Pathetic. Miserable. Every insult Azriel had hurled at you was true.

There were only two options that could save you from the torment of being tethered to him.

Break the bond.

Or die.

You didn’t particularly care which it was, not now.

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The din of battle filled his ears, his focus fully on the enemies in front of him. His blades swung through skin and bone with ease, and his shadows immobilized nearby soldiers, allowing his comrades to take them out more swiftly.

Azriel made his way through the ranks, nearing one of the enemy tents. Inside he would find their healers and wounded, ready to be dispatched by his swords. Enemy after enemy fell, leaving a bloody trail of bodies behind him as he reached the tent.

A female was standing in front of the canvas flaps, and his attention faltered for a moment as something tugged in his chest, allowing a blade to slice through the leather of his wings. Pain seared through the appendage and he grit his teeth together. He whirled and slashed the offender’s chest open, watching with satisfaction as he fell to the ground, dead.

A Hybern citizen as his mate. He could hardly believe that was his fate, to be tethered to his enemy. The female’s emotions poured down the bond, fear and anger and confusion clouding his senses. Azriel leveled a glare at her, stalking towards her angrily.

“You’re wounded,” she said, reaching a hand out to brush his wing, missing when he tilted his body away from her. She glared right back at him, reaching for his arm this time. “Let me help.”

“Why?” Azriel growled, nearly jerking his arm out of her hold, but something stopped him. “Why would you help your enemy?”

“You’re not my enemy, not right now. I’m your healer, and you are my patient. Now, let me help.” The no-nonsense tone she had shocked him enough to allow her fingers to dance over his wing, the sensation nearly causing him to take her then and there, even with the throbbing pain still present. A moment later, there was an itching feeling as his skin knit back together, and then it was gone. “Very good,” she said as she moved behind him, examining the flesh where the wound had been. “There should be no scarring.”

Azriel turned to look at her, still confused by her actions. “Thank you,” he said softly, barely heard over the noise of the battle still raging. He couldn’t tell if the bond had snapped for her as well, and her face gave nothing away. “I should be going.”

“Just… Don’t attack the healing tents,” she requested, a plea in her eyes. “We may be your enemy, but there is no honor in attacking the injured.”

For her, the female who had shown kindness to a stranger who’d had every intention of slaughtering her, he would avoid the tents. He nodded, and began walking back to the battlefield, but stopped after a few paces. “What’s your name?”

She hesitated for a moment, then said, “Y/N. Yours?”

“Azriel.”

“I hope to see you again under different circumstances, Azriel,” she said as he turned to leave once more.

Oh, how he wished they would too. The bond in his chest was already making it difficult to leave her, and he couldn’t help but wonder about the future that they could have had - that they could still have.

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“I think I’m going to pass for tonight. I’m not feeling well,” you said, feeling bad about the almost-lie as you saw your brother’s face fall.

“Do you need to me to stay here and take care of you?” Cassian asked, worry spilling into his eyes.

“No, it’s just a headache, Cassie. I think I just need to lay down for a bit.”

He gave you a once-over, looking carefully to make sure you weren’t hurt in some other way that you weren’t saying. “Alright… If you need anything, just let me know. Okay?”

“I will.”

“I’ll see you later, munchkin,” Cassian said, giving you a brief squeeze before finally leaving your bedroom doorway. You shut the door, letting out a sigh of relief. You began stripping out of your clothes, then walked to your wardrobe. You flicked through your nightgowns, trying to pick out the one that would appeal to him the most.

You landed on one made of violet silk that just barely covered the swell of your ass, a number that had driven your secret lover wild in the past. While you did have a slight headache, you really wanted to stay home in the hopes that Rhys would seek you out before your brother returned home.

An hour passed after the house had quieted before a knock sounded on your door, sending a flutter of excitement through you. You could scent Rhys through the door already, feel his magic playing on the edge of your mind. “Come in.”

Rhys’s eyes went wide for a second at the sight of you sprawled on your bed with most of your skin exposed, then narrowed as he stalked towards your bed. “I heard you had a headache, darling. I thought I might be able to lend a hand,” he purred, already kneeling on the bed and prying your legs apart.

“That’s just what I was hoping for,” you giggled. You let out a soft gasp when Rhys lowered himself between your thighs, his tongue licking a broad stripe over your sex before his tongue dove between your folds, lapping at your arousal. He wasted no time in pressing a finger into you, quickly followed by another as his tongue moved upwards, licking at the sensitive bud there.

His violet eyes watched your face, drinking in the sight of your pleasure. He worked you perfectly, already knowing the spots that drove you insane and had you begging for him. Your hand worked its way into his hair, keeping him close. The stars in Rhys’s eyes shown brighter when you tipped over the edge, male satisfaction dancing in them.

Rhys pulled his fingers from you and you whined at the sudden emptiness, only to sigh happily when he moved up your body and dragged the tip of his cock through your folds. He was smirking when he pressed into you, the stretch of him taking your breath away and had your hands grasping against his pack. “My perfect girl,” Rhys sighed, peppering your face with kisses when he was fully seated inside of you. You smiled up at him, your cheeks flushing at his words. He let you adjust before he started a slow, steady pace. It wasn’t long before you were angling your hips, asking for more. Rhys’s pace picked up, each thrust drawing a moan from one of you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. His lips met yours, so tender and sweet. You shattered beneath him again, pulling him with you, the two of you panting and shaking with pleasure.

“I love you,” you whispered into his neck, savoring the weight of him over you.

“I love you too.” Rhys’s voice was soft, the voice that he reserved for only you. He finally pulled out of you and rolled to the side, facing you. “I’ll stay the night, make sure you don’t have anymore headaches,” Rhys teased, one of his arms wrapping over you. “If it’s alright with you, of course.”

“You know I’d like nothing more than that,” you said quietly, a yawn escaping you.

“I’m glad to hear it, darling.”

It only took you a few minutes to fall asleep, feeling safer than ever wrapped in your High Lord’s arms.

You awoke to the sounds of fighting.

The calm of sleep was sucked from you immediately as you sat up in bed, your sheets clutched to your bare chest. You looked to the source of the noise, shocked to see that Cassian had Rhys pinned to the floor, his fists making contact with the face beneath him. Rhys was already bloodied, and you knew that it would take only a thought for him to force Cassian off of him, yet he still took the beating.

“My sister?!” Cassian roared, landing another hit on Rhys’s cheek. “Of all the females in the world, you choose my sister?!”

“Cass, stop!” you yelled, wrapping the sheets around yourself as best you could and shimmying to the side of the bed they were by. Cassian paused, the hazel eyes you shared turning to look at you. “Let him go. He didn’t do anything wrong,” you begged.

“I disagree with that,” he growled. “Sleeping with my sister when he promised not to is wrong in my eyes.”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “I am my own person, Cassian,” you started in an annoyed tone. “And as such I decide who gets to sleep with me, not you. Now let Rhys go!”

Cassian’s gaze darted between you and the male beneath him before he finally stood, then walked out of the room without another word.

“Are you okay?” You were at Rhys’s side in an instant, looking over the already fading bruising on his face and wiping away the blood that had trickled from his nose.

“Just fine, darling. A thousand more beatings like that, and I would still come back to you,” Rhys said with a grin, then claimed your lips in a heated kiss. “Cassian will calm down eventually, though I will miss the thrill of sneaking around with you.”

Your smiled wide at him. “I think I’ll be happier getting to kiss you whenever I want, regardless of the company we’re in.”

“Good. Now, we still have a bit of time before breakfast, and you’re already naked…” Rhys said with a predatory glint in his eyes.

You didn’t fight one bit as he pushed you back onto the bed, ready for the pleasure that he could give you.

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The week passed in a blur of dress fittings and dancing lessons, your mother and Lucien doing everything they could to prepare you for the season. Each night was marked by a dream- one that slipped away the moment you awoke the next morning, leaving you wanting. Though for what, you weren’t entirely sure.

You’d nearly finished the diorama for your High King and Queen, all that was left was to make the cherry blossom trees bloom- you still had yet to decide if you would bloom them before leaving Spring, or if you would wait until presenting the gift as a final flourish.

And now… Now there was only one night’s sleep until you would be introduced to the rest of Prythian, until you would finally taste the air outside of Spring. You were nervous, of course, but the excitement was starting to wash over you.

All of your things were packed. You had five chests full of clothing, your most comforting nesting materials, and the materials for a few of your hobbies to keep you busy in the time that you’re alone, which you would prefer to be very little. After all, this was the first time that you were leaving the familiarity of Spring, the first time that you would meet so many other fae from different courts.

It was difficult, falling asleep. Even with a stuffed wolf tucked to your chest, you tossed and turned for over an hour. You sighed and stared at the moon through the open curtains. Such a beautiful sight, and such beautiful light that radiated from it. Everything looked prettier under the glow of the moon, lit up in silver.

After a few minutes of admiring the night sky, your eyes finally began to feel heavy, a yawn escaping your lips. Slowly, they closed, your mind finally sinking into sleep.

Your eyes opened only briefly before you sank back into your bed. It was extra cozy tonight, warmth soaking into you from both sides, likely from how high you’d built your nest this time.

“Are you awake, darling?” a voice whispered from your right, and you turned your head to see a beautiful female with hypnotizing blue-grey eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled softly.

“Good, we have a few things we want to do to you,” a male said from your left, his lips pressing to your mating gland a moment later. Your breath hitched at the contact and the male chuckled, repeating the action and slinging an arm over your waist to tug you closer. You melted into him, baring your throat further, a low moan leaving you when he scraped his teeth over the same spot.

“Such a pretty noise from our pretty girl,” the female sighed, scootching closer to cage you between herself and the male. Her fingers started drawing absent minded circles on your stomach, the sensation almost ticklish, yet still adding to the growing heat between your thighs.

You were near squirming when the male’s hand slipped beneath your nightgown, a thick finger running through your folds. You could feel his smirk against your skin as he brought the finger to his mouth, licking it clean of your slick. “Such a delicious little omega,” he purred.

“Soon we’ll be able to taste you every day,” the female said with a grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You’ll want for nothing with us, pretty girl.”

Your body shuddered when that finger returned to your folds, gathering a bit of slick before circling your clit. You turned to look at the male, lips parted to say something, though you didn’t know what, when you met his starry violet eyes and nearly stopped breathing. His gaze held you still as he played with your clit, working you towards your peak skillfully.

Teeth scraped gently over your mating gland on the side opposite him, soft moans leaving you as the female alternated between teeth and tongue. Between the two of them, you fell over the edge quickly, moaning into the male’s mouth when he claimed yours in a kiss. A hand turned your head to the other side, plush, hungry lips meeting yours. You melted into the kiss, body boneless between them.

A warm, wet mouth wrapped around one of your nipples just as a finger began to slide into your sex, the fire within you burning bright once more-

You woke with a start, heart racing as you listened to the knocking outside your door. Your room smelled of arousal, your thighs sticky with slick from the dream you’d had, though when you tried to recall it, it only slipped further from your grasp.

“Y/N, meet us downstairs for breakfast please,” your father said through the door.

“Alright, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” you replied, thankful that he didn’t attempt to open your door, instead walking down the hallway towards the dining room.

You practically jumped from your bed and into the bath, desperate to make yourself smell presentable and not like you were about to start your heat. Your hair could wait to be washed until after breakfast, saving you much needed time. After all, you would hate to leave your family waiting long on possibly one of the last mornings you would have breakfast together before you were mated.

While in the bath, you decided to bloom the cherry blossom trees of the diorama when you present the gift to your High King and Queen. You hoped that it would showcase that you’d created the piece yourself, leaving a good impression on them.

Ten minutes was all it took for you to clean and dry yourself, as well as throw on a simple day dress and a pair of flats, and then you were out the door and hurrying down the hallway and staircase. Tamlin, Lilia, and Lucien were seated at the table already, plates still mostly full as they discussed the upcoming season.

“Ah, sweetheart! How are you feeling?” Lilia asked excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Good, mama. A little nervous, but I’m more excited than anything now,” you said with a grin as you took your seat.

“That’s how I felt before my season, too. I’m certain that you’ll find an alpha quickly,” she tittered, gazing off into space, likely imagining grandchildren. You filled your plate, taking a bite of your pancakes as you watched her drift into fantasy land.

“Don’t feel pressured to choose one this year, Y/N,” Tamlin warned, still sounding like he hated the idea of you going at all.

“I won’t, papa. I’ll make sure that whoever I choose is right for me,” you reassured him, patting his hand gently and giving him a smile. That had his shoulders untensing just a bit, though he still seemed on edge.

Breakfast passed quickly, and the afternoon even faster. Your hair had been washed, dried, and pinned into an elegant bun with sprigs of baby’s breath strewn throughout. Then you’d dressed, that elegant white dress still fitting you perfectly, and a pair of white stilettos of modest height finished the outfit.

Now, you were standing in the foyer, waiting for your mother and father. Your things had been sent ahead with Lucien, who had left early to seek out his mate before the season officially started. All that you had to carry was the diorama you had made, carefully cradled in your arms.

Footsteps sounded behind you and you turned, smiling at the sight of your parents walking hand in hand. Tamlin gently pried the present from your grip, leaving your arms free to embrace Lilia. Two weeks would be the longest you’d ever gone without seeing your mother, and you knew that the separation would be difficult.

“I’ll miss you, my darling daughter,” Lilia said tearily as she pulled back, holding you by the shoulders and meeting your eyes, a solemn look on her face. “Remember what I said about making sure you want someone for who they are, Y/N.”

“I will, mama,” you promised, certain that you would be able to separate their alpha-ness from your own emotions. “Don’t get too bored while I’m gone,” you said with a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly heavy mood.

Lilia chuckled. “I won’t, dear. Don’t give your father too much trouble.”

“I won’t,” you laughed, watching as Tamlin’s shoulders relaxed a bit. Good, he shouldn’t worry about you during the next two weeks. You would be just fine, with all the protections in place.

“I suppose I’ll see you in two weeks,” Lilia said softly.

“See you in two weeks, mama.” You gave her one last squeeze before stepping away and grasping one of your father’s hands. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” your mother said, and in the next moment you were passing through the fabric of the world. When you stopped, you steadied yourself against the unwavering strength of Tamlin. Winnowing always made your head spin for a moment, and when it passed you were standing upright, tugging the diorama back into your hands.

The hall you’d landed in was small, just large enough to fit the twenty or so omegas and their chaperones. As your mother had predicted, most of the other omegas were dressed in extravagant finery, their jewelry glinting in the light. The room was mostly silent, the scent of nerves and excitement weaving through the air as you waited for the ceremony to start.

It only took a few minutes for the double doors to open, a beautiful blonde alpha standing in the doorway.

“Good evening, everyone!” she said brightly, all chatter stopping as people turned to pay attention. “My name is Morrigan, it’s lovely to meet you all. I know you are all wanting to be presented first, but unfortunately there can only be one lucky omega in that position. As is tradition, omegas from the Night Court will be presented first, then Day, Dawn, Winter, and so on. You will all have a moment where the attention is on you, not to worry,” she said when a few omegas groaned. “Now, first to be presented is Jyllian Aran, pleased follow me.”

The omega excitedly bounced to the doors, her chaperone following quickly behind, and the doors shut behind them.

As promised, Spring was the last court to be presented. For over an hour you waited, watching as omega after omega had their name called. You did your best to be patient, but your feet had already begun to ache slightly once the omegas that you recognized from Spring were called. You gave both of them a bright smile as they were led into the main hall, leaving you and your father alone in the now much larger feeling room.

Five minutes passed before Morrigan returned, a smile on her face as she called out your name and beckoned you forward. Tamlin trailed behind you, taking the diorama from your grasp once more so you would be able to curtsy properly.

Your heart was in your throat as you were led to a set of ornate double doors. Morrigan stepped to the side just as the doors opened, revealing the High King and Queen’s court to you for the first time. Polished ebony spread over the entirety of the room, and there were hundreds of fae inside, all of them staring at you. Color rushed to your cheeks at the feeling, amplified when you were introduced by a male standing to your right. You held your head high as you walked in even steps towards the thrones atop a dais at the far end of the room. Behind them were great pillars in the same gleaming ebony, carved with beasts and stretching high into the gloom that hid the ceiling.

Crossing felt like an eternity with all those eyes on you, and time slowed even further when you saw the couple sitting in their thrones.

You could have sworn you recognized their eyes, the star-flecked violet and hypnotizing blue-gray that were trained on you - but that was impossible.

A few steps before you reached the dais, you stopped, dropping into a curtsy and holding the position, your eyes trained on the floor. A minute passed, then another.

“Rise,” the male said coolly. “What an honor it is to finally meet you, Princess of Spring.” Violet eyes flicked to Tamlin, fury burning within them. “Tell me, how old are you?”

“Twenty-four, your majesty,” you said with another curtsy.

“Twenty-four years that Prythian had another princess, and we didn’t know,” the female said, disappointment lacing her words. “Tamlin, I thought we’d overcome our past,” she sighed.

“We have, my Queen,” Tamlin said, inclining his head. “I merely wanted to keep a close eye on her until I deemed her ready for Court.”

“I certainly think she’s ready, don’t you Feyre?” the male asked, eyes roving over you.

“I agree, my love. It would have been a shame for a beauty such as her to miss the courting season for another five years. Now, what have you brought for Rhys and I?” Feyre asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity.

You turned to take the diorama from your father, worried at the look on his face, but you ignored it for the time being, instead turning back to the King and Queen. Feyre beckoned you up the steps of the dais, their scents washing over you as you did. Lilac and pears mixed with citrus and sea made you dizzy with need in an instant, something you hoped they wouldn’t notice. You presented the diorama to her, sending a pulse of your magic out to make the cherry blossoms bloom, tiny petals drifting down to the earth inside.

“Beautiful,” she said, though her eyes were on you. Your cheeks flushed at her compliment, and you curtsied before making your way back down the steps. “Did you make this yourself?”

“Yes, your majesty. I only had help with the glass dome and running water.”

“Tamlin, you should be proud of your daughter. She seems to be quite talented.” You couldn’t help the small smile on your face at Rhys’s compliment.

“Thank you, my King,” Tamlin said, voice strained.

“Now, I believe it is time for the dancing to begin,” Rhys said, already gesturing to the band in one corner of the room to begin playing. Tamlin lead you to the area that the other omegas were waiting before pulling away from you, a tight smile on his lips.

The music began, a beautiful waltz that had you itching with anticipation. Immediately, alphas surged forward from the other side of the room, only a lucky few making it to an omega in time.

A male with russet hair approached you, extending a hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Princess. My name is Thorne. Would you care for a dance?”

“I would love to, Thorne,” you said with a bright smile, accepting his hand. He led you to the dance floor where couples were already dancing in time to the music, not wasting a moment to sweep you into his arms. His scent was pleasant enough, a blend of oak and warm vanilla. As he led you around the dance floor, a feeling sank into you.

This was not the alpha for you.

Still, you enjoyed the dance and accepted the coin that he slipped into your hand, then tucked it into the small pouch dangling from your wrist once the music halted.

Another tune started up in the next moment, and another alpha approached you. This one smelled of freshly trimmed grass and rain, and you guessed that he was from Spring. “My name is Soren, it’s wonderful to finally meet you, my Princess. I’d heard tales of your beauty, but they pale in comparison to the real thing,” he said with a grin, contagious enough that you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I’m pleased to meet you as well, Soren. What area of Spring are you from?”

“I come from the town of Oropa, along the eastern coast. I would love to show it to you someday.” The sparkle in his eyes told you he was sincere, though you felt something… off about the invitation.

“That sounds lovely,” you said politely, hoping that the dance would end soon. He seemed nice enough, but the feeling you had told you that he was unlikely to be the alpha for you.

The night went on, with you swept into dance after dance by what felt like every alpha in the room. Your feet grew more sore with each dance, and you wished for a short reprieve to rest them for just a moment. The song you were dancing to with a dark haired female came to an end, and you accepted the coin that she slid into your hand. You turned to leave the floor, hoping to grab a refreshment and sit in one of the many chairs dotting the room, but were stopped by a soft hand grabbing yours.

“Would you honor me with a dance, Princess?” The scent of lilac and pears washed over you before you were able to turn and look at her. Your Queen, Feyre was holding your hand gently, a hopeful smile on her face. The ache in your feet disappeared when you looked at her, those blue-gray eyes holding you captive.

“I would love to, my Queen,” you said softly, curtsying the smallest bit before you let her lead you back to the center of the dance floor. You hardly heard the music as you were wrapped in her presence, following her lead without a hint of nerves. Something about her felt right.

Songs ended and started, and Feyre kept you in her hold. “I don’t believe I’ve told you how beautiful you are, love,” she whispered into your ear during your fifth dance.

Your cheeks flushed scarlet and you mumbled, “I should be the one saying that to you.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Feyre asked with a beaming smile, one that you couldn’t help but return.

“Yes,” you breathed, delighting at the way her eyes sparkled. Only a few seconds later, the song ended and you came to a stop, pressed closely to Feyre.

“You’re a sweet little omega, aren’t you?” a voice purred from behind you. You turned your head to see Rhys, your King, standing behind you, a hand outstretched. “May I borrow her for a dance or two, my darling?"

Feyre’s chest rumbled for a brief moment before she slowly loosened her hold on you. “I suppose you can, but I expect to have at least one more dance before the night ends. Does that sound nice, love?” Feyre asked you.

“That would be lovely, your majesty,” you said with a curtsy, a heavy blush staining your cheeks.

“Come here,” Rhys demanded, tugging you away from Feyre and into his grasp. His large hand on your waist sent a flash of heat through you, spurred on by the way he pressed you tightly against him. The song started just as you met, and he immediately swept you into the dance. His eyes held yours captive, the stars swirling within them too beautiful to look away from.

With the way he smirked at you, you almost believed that he had heard your thoughts.

“Your court is lovely,” you said, hoping that your voice didn’t sound nearly as breathy as you thought.

“Thank you, darling. I’m looking forward to showing you the even more beautiful parts of our court,” Rhys said with a smile, violet eyes crinkling at the edges.

“More beautiful?” you asked, wondering how something could be prettier than this. The carvings could be terrifying, if you thought yourself in danger, but you found them to be magnificent instead. Such craftsmanship must have taken ages, and you’d only seen the holding room and the throne room so far.

“Yes, darling. The Night Court holds many treasures, and with your arrival it has gained another.” The heat that spread over your cheeks was burning, and you were certain that you were as red as a tomato.

“Thank you, my King,” you said with lowered eyes, suddenly overtaken with how bold he and Feyre were.

The dance ended and you came to a halt, though Rhys kept you close to him, his eyes seeing straight to your soul. Between them and his heavenly citrus and sea scent, you were surprised you were still standing, though you supposed Rhys’s grip on your waist and hand was enough to keep you upright. The next tune started and you began moving again. Your eyes caught on Feyre, sitting on her throne once more, her stunning eyes tracking your and Rhys’s movements whenever you got a glimpse of her.

The ache in your feet had all but disappeared since the two of them had held you captive in their arms, your excitement at how comfortable you felt with them distracting you from the pain.

You couldn’t understand why they didn’t get along with your father.

Dance after dance passed, sometimes with quiet conversation and others with silence as those violet eyes held yours, the world melting away as you stared into their depths.

Soon enough, though, Feyre stole you from his arms with a soft laugh, twirling you before pulling you close once more.

“I hope you’ll save time for us over the next two weeks,” Feyre said. “I know that I would like to spend more time with you, and I’m sure that Rhys feels the same.”

“Of course I will, my Queen,” you said with a smile. And you meant it - they were the only alphas that you had felt truly comfortable with tonight. Not that you wouldn’t give others more chances, seeing as it was unlikely that the King and Queen would choose you as their omega.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Feyre beamed.

The song came to a close and the two of you stopped moving. You expected another song to start up in only a few moments, still held tightly against Feyre.

“Ladies and gentlefae, the night has come to a close. Omegas, please follow Lady Elain to your quarters, and chaperones, follow the General to your own,” Rhys said from atop the dais, his voice booming through the chatter that had started in the silence.

You reluctantly extracted yourself from Feyre, smiling shyly at her. “Have a good night, my Queen,” you said with a curtsy.

“And you as well, darling,” Feyre said, waving her fingers at you as you made your way to where the other omegas had gathered.

Lady Elain led you through the city, going up two flights of stairs and through numerous hallways before coming to a closed set of double doors. They swung open at her presence and she beckoned for everyone to follow her.

Inside was a long hallway, with doors spanning the length in even distances, each with a name painted on its surface. “Find your rooms, dears! Breakfast runs from eight to ten, out the double doors and to the right by one door. If you have trouble finding your way, don’t worry. I will be around, and your chaperones will be able to lead you through the city without issue once you are outside of this hallway.”

Just as your mother had said. You were even more grateful now for the time she had taken to explain the season and its schedule to you.

You found your room easily, the fourth door on the right. Inside were all of your things, waiting to be unpacked. Your energy levels were still high, though you kicked off your shoes before you began putting everything away into the provided closet and drawers.

Once you were done, you flopped onto the bed.

So far, the only alphas you were interested in were the only ones who were off-limits. Even as a Princess, you knew that there was no way you could be claimed by them. They were mates after all, and nothing could get between that.

You let out a heavy sigh before standing once more, ready to take a quick bath and finish your nightly routine. You did just that, stripping out of your dress and setting your coin pouch on your nightstand. You sank into the warmth of the water, enjoying the heat for a few minutes before washing your skin. Once your skin was dry, you wrapped yourself in a towel and began taking down your hair, carefully picking out the sprigs of baby’s breath and placing them into your box of enchanted flowers once more. And finally, your teeth were cleaned and your face was washed.

You slid into a light blue nightgown that reached your knees, then pulled your hair into a lazy braid for the night. The bed was soft as a cloud, supporting you perfectly. With the comfort it brought and your favorite pillow and blanket, you were out like a light.

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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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He watched you from the shadows, hazel eyes taking in every movement, every breath. You were the one thing he couldn’t keep himself from, and nearly couldn’t control himself when in your presence.

Not that you’d seen him before, or had even talked to him.

He’d been very careful to stay out of sight, to keep his affections secret. Fear of rejection ran deep in his blood, and he would be damned if he lost you before he’d ever had a chance to truly have you. So he watched, his shadows watched, monitoring your movements throughout the city.

You liked the café closest to your cottage, and went there every morning for at least a coffee if not breakfast. The bookstore next to the Sidra and a shop filled with threads, fabrics, and yarn in every shade were your favorite haunts. You worked in a nursery, tending to plant after plant with unwavering patience. Once a week your friends dragged you to Rita’s to blow off steam and you danced without a care in the world, the hem of your dress riding dangerously high up, attracting not only Azriel’s attention, but that of many a single male.

Those nights made his blood boil, knowing that you weren’t his yet, giving him no right to protect you from their vile gazes. Not that it stopped him.

Occasionally, he would let his shadows trail after you, ensuring that you made it home safely while he stalked after one of the males who had stared at you so brazenly. Truthteller easily wrung their secrets from them, and the pain they felt distracted Azriel from his soul deep need for you for the night. No one questioned where they went, and Azriel gave himself the slightest pat on the back for ridding Velaris of its filth.

Tonight, you were in the bookstore late. His shadows had whispered that you had finished a book not long ago, and had immediately made for the cozy store in search of the next volume.

While Velaris was usually safe, tonight there were a few males about, likely with less than stellar plans for how the night should turn out. But, there was a possibility that everything would work out perfectly in his favor tonight. While he hated the idea of you being scared for even a second, he despised the thought of you not being his even more.

Azriel continued watching you from across the street, tracking your movements through the glass windows and waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

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You knew it was a foolish idea, running to the bookstore after dark, but after finishing that book you had to have the next one, too greedy to wait one more sunrise to begin reading it.

Velaris was safe, you knew that. Nothing bad would happen to you on your walk home, and if it did - well, it wouldn’t.

You shook your head from your thoughts as your fingers ran over spine after spine, the smell of parchment filling your nose pleasantly. The sequel to the book you were reading was already in your grasp, and now you were looking for the last two in the series. One trip, three books. It would make the chilled air that much more worth it on your walk home, knowing that you had plenty of reading materials for the next few days.

"Find everything that you were looking for?” Gianna asked once you placed your finds on the counter, and you nodded.

“I always do,” you giggled, sliding over the gold pieces that you owed her while she placed your books into a small cloth bag, drawing the strings tightly to keep any possible moisture off of the precious items. “I’ll see you in a few days. Have a good night!” you said cheerily as you walked out the door, bag in hand.

“Get home safe!” Gianna called after you and you nodded, even if she couldn’t see it.

The walk home was only fifteen minutes in the day, though you walked more carefully now, unwilling to trip on uneven stones and scrape your skin. The wind whistled in your ears as you went, shivers wracking you every now and then when a particularly vicious gust would hit you. The streets leading to your home were mostly deserted, only a few people lingering about at this hour of night, before the real partying would begin.

You had the oddest sensation of being watched as you rounded the corner that put you on your street, the hair on the back of your neck prickling. You just barely managed to stop just before you slammed face-first into a male, lips already opening to apologize.

“Look what we have here, boys,” the male said, his voice low. “A pretty girl, all alone.”

Two other males came out of nowhere, surrounding you and pressing you against the wall. The stone bit into your back through your cloak and your heart hammered in your chest as you weighed your options. There was little you could do against three people, and you were unlikely to be able to outrun them if you managed to break away, but that was your only viable option. You gripped the bag in your hands tighter, preparing yourself to swing at the male to your right.

“What are you doing out here, sweet thing?” one of them asked, leaning in to close to sniff your neck. A shudder went through you, fear spilling through your veins.

“I think we should take you back to our place, keep you nice and warm,” the third said, two fingers tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. They were black and soulless, filled with promises of torment.

The first male chuckled at the suggestion. “That’s the best idea you’ve had in ages. Let’s go,” he said, a hand coming to grasp your arm.

You tried to wrench yourself free of his grasp, knowing that it was now or never if you wanted your freedom, to no avail. He began to tug you in the opposite direction of your house, your fear turning to full blown panic.

"I would stop where you are," a mysterious, commanding voice said from behind you.

“And I would tell you to mind your busine-” The male holding your arm dropped it as soon as he turned to look at the newcomer, fear shining in his eyes. “Oh, we- uhm-” He sprinted away, his cronies following him soon after.

You stared after them for a moment in disbelief before turning to face your savior. Your breath was stolen from you when you saw his face. His hazel eyes shined with warmth, and with his high cheekbones and elegant nose, he was perhaps the most handsome male that you had ever seen. Dark curls rested upon his head, paired perfectly with his golden-brown skin. The leathery, massive wings behind him only added to his allure.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked softly, hazel eyes flicking over you in search of any injuries. You nodded your head, not feeling up to speaking quite yet. “Would you like for me to walk you home? I would hate for anything else to happen to you.”

You supposed you should have rejected his offer, after what had almost happened, but he had saved you. “Yes, please,” you said quietly, taking small steps towards him. The two of you walked in a peaceful silence as you approached your cottage, your fear ebbing away with each step by his side. By the time you reached your door, you felt safe once more. “This is me.”

“Very well. I do hope you’ll be more careful in the future,” the male said, moving to turn away from you.

“Wait!” He stopped in his tracks. “What’s your name?”

“Azriel, sweetheart,” he said with a soft smile. “And yours?”

You introduced yourself, blushing when he repeated your name - it had never sounded as lovely as it did when he said it.

“Stay safe, Y/N. And have a good night,” Azriel said, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before leaving you alone on your doorstep.

When you entered your home and slid the lock back into place, you still felt your cheeks burning from the contact between your skin and his lips.

Azriel… So he was your High Lord’s Spymaster…

You wondered if you would ever see him again. If you were being honest… You hoped that you would.

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Rebuilding a kingdom was time consuming, exhausting, and magic depleting. Months had passed since Terrasen’s- Aelin and Yrene’s- victory over Erawan and Maeve, and each day was filled with work.

In the winter, you’d spent your days in the castle greenhouses, fully growing as many crops as you could to help replenish the depleted food stores of Orynth. Come spring you were flitting around from town to town with the King and Queen, helping jumpstart their crops while the couple spoke with the townspeople and saw to their other needs.

Personally, you didn’t mind the busyness one bit. It kept you occupied physically and mentally all day, and exhausted enough from the expense of your magic that your mind shut off at night.

But even your exhaustion couldn’t stop the way your heart sped up when you were near your King and Queen, the silly crush you’d harbored since you’d first seen them, bloodied but alive as they first walked into Orynth after the war. And apparently their being married and completely off-limits and slightly terrifying meant nothing for your foolish heart.

Ambury was a small town at the base of the northeastern Perranth Mountains, about halfway between Orynth and Perranth. Half of it had been razed by Erawan’s forces as they made their way to Orynth for the final battle, though nearly all of the buildings had been rebuilt by the time Rowan and Aelin had requested for you to accompany them on the multiple days journey to lend them aid before heading to Perranth afterwards.

The ride there on horseback had been nice, with fair weather that lasted through each night, though you were still unaccustomed to seeing a King and Queen be willing to sleep on the ground, and so near to you as well. With the speed at which you travelled, the three of you managed to make it to Ambury in four days, and early enough in the afternoon to begin the work that would be needed for the town to flourish.

By the time the sun began to set you were caked in dirt, a sensation you wouldn’t mind too much if it weren’t for the days of travel with no proper bath that had preceded it. You walked back to the one inn in town slowly, resisting the urge to stroke your mare so you wouldn’t dirty her coat further. Rowan and Aelin were speaking to the innkeeper, a pinched look on your Queen’s face at the man’s words. Pine green eyes met yours after a moment, and Rowan nodded for you to come join them.

“I’m afraid not, your majesty,” the innkeep said, bowing his head with a worried expression. “The inn is full besides our largest room, due to the workers that Lady Lochan sent here two days ago.”

Ah.

Aelin opened her mouth, but Rowan beat her to it. “That will be fine,” he said, a neutral expression on his face as he took the key the man offered, and a quick look to his wife had her nodding her head in agreement. The man looked relieved at the answer, as if he was worried the royal couple would raise a fuss over the lack of a second room. “You said the room was at the end of the second floor hallway?”

“Yes, and I’ll have food sent up, and water for the bath, if you’d like,” the innkeep said nervously, wringing his hands.

“There’s no need, we’re able to bring things up ourselves,” Aelin said, the slightest hint of annoyance in her voice. “Thank you.” She breezed away with Rowan on her heels, heading up the stairs to the room that you’d share.

With your King and Queen.

Alone.

You sighed softly as you climbed the stairs, reaching the top just as they opened the door, and you hurried your steps to slide into the room before they closed the door. You were too tired to deal with sharing a room with the ones you’d always wished to share a room with, under circumstances that were not at all what you’d imagined. And the way they’d reacted- there was no way they wanted to share a room with you.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I could always sleep outside,” you said quietly, watching as they took off their various hidden weapons, a small pile accumulating on the desk on the right side of the room.

“Nonsense, Y/N,” Aelin said, those brilliant eyes turning to watch you. “It’s not ideal to share a room, but I won’t have you freeze outside while we’re comfortable in here. Rowan was the one to suggest it, and the bed looks big enough for four.” Turquoise eyes turned to look her husband up and down. “Three and a half,” she corrected with a soft laugh.

“No, I can’t- we can’t-” you stumbled, trying to find the best way to put it without revealing your ill-placed feelings. “I can sleep in the chair-”

“Y/N,” Aelin said sternly. “You’ll sleep in the bed with us. You expended most of your magic today, you’ll need a good night’s sleep. Now go get your things from your horse while Rowan fills up the bath for you.” You opened your mouth to protest, wanting for them to have the luxury of bathing first. “You spent the entire afternoon in the dirt, you deserve to bathe first.”

Your cheeks reddened at the strong, sweet tone she used that left no room for arguments. “Thank you,” you mumbled, shooting them a shy smile before you turned to leave the room. Only a few minutes later and you were soaking in the deep, clawfoot tub behind a partition that your eyes kept flitting to, even if you knew it fully hid you from sight from the rest of the room. The water was hot courtesy of your Queen, easing your aching muscles. You nearly fell asleep before you heard the door open, bringing with it the smell of food and quiet conversation. It only took a few minutes for you to scrub yourself clean and rinse your hair, your cheeks pinking at each noise you made.

You might not be able to hear everything, but they definitely could with their Fae hearing.

Once you were dressed and had your hair mostly dried with a towel, you emerged from behind the partition, your bare feet chilled against the wooden floors.

Rowan and Aelin were seated at the small table, empty bowls of stew and a loaf of mostly devoured bread in front of them. They turned to look at you, unreadable expressions on their faces. “I, uhm… I drained the tub already, I’ll start bringing water up for the next bath,” you said, making for the door.

Rowan stood, intercepting you before you could leave the room. “Take a seat, Y/N,” he ordered, guiding you with a hand on your lower back to the chair he’d just vacated. Even more color rushed to your cheeks at the softness of his touch, and you fought the quickening of your heart with slow, steady breaths. He left the room without a word once you’d sat down, taking the empty bowls with him and leaving you with Aelin, who was watching you with an amused expression on her face.

“You look even prettier with your hair down,” she said after a moment, grinning as you shifted in your seat. “You don’t need to be nervous, Y/N. Rowan and I won’t do anything inappropriate tonight.” Your cheeks turned as red as the tomatoes you’d grown earlier, shaking your head as you tried to find the right words to respond to her unexpected comment. “Unless you want us to,” Aelin said, so softly you almost thought you imagined it, but the grin still on her face told you otherwise. Rowan’s return kept you from answering her, his green eyes flicking between the two of you as if he knew what Aelin had said.

He set a bowl down in front of you, the delicious scent of stew taking over your senses, the hunger you’d ignored making itself known again. “Thank you,” you said quietly, watching as he hauled the large bucket he’d also brought with him behind the partition, water splashing as he emptied it. You tucked into your stew, avoiding Aelin’s gaze.

Rowan made trip after trip to fill the tub before finally tugging Aelin out of her seat and behind the partition, her pleased giggles likely signaling that Rowan was undressing her-

Gods, you groaned mentally, trying to shut out the images your mind concocted, banishing thoughts about Rowan’s hands on her skin, tugging down her pants-

You finished your stew and the rest of the bread before Rowan came out from behind the partition, slipping out of the room to return the dishes to the kitchen. The sky was nearly dark when you went outside to grab the book you’d brought from your saddlebags, needing something to distract yourself until you could fall asleep, though you were regretting bringing a romance novel. If you weren’t desperate for a distraction, you’d just try to fall asleep instead of reading something that would worsen your… situation.

When you came back into the room, you heard soft conversation behind the partition, and shook your head.

Don’t think about Aelin being naked in the tub. Don’t think about Rowan cleaning her. Don’t think about it, you scolded yourself, making your way to the soft armchair in the corner opposite the bathtub and opened your book to where you’d left off.

You were so engrossed in your book after a few minutes that you didn’t register the quiet noises you heard at first, until a louder one met your ears-

Aelin was moaning. You could hear it now, soft pants and sweet noises coming from her every few moments, the soft lapping of water leaving you to imagine just what was happening behind the partition. Your book lay forgotten in your lap as you listened, even as you admonished yourself for eavesdropping on such a private moment.

Had they not heard you return to the room? Or did they just not care, despite what Aelin had told you? Either way, you were pressing your legs together at Aelin’s pleasured moans, fighting the urge to slide your hand between your thighs.

All that kept you from doing it was the knowledge that they were your Queen and King, and they were allowed to do what they wanted, even if it was driving you insane. You, however, didn’t want to know the consequences of pleasuring yourself to your Queen in the room where she was being pleasured. Aelin’s cry was quickly muffled, and you imagined how pretty her face was as she came before shaking the thought out of your head, forcing yourself to reopen your book and stare at the words. They didn’t make any sense, but you turned a page anyways, trying to act as casual as you could when you saw Aelin and Rowan emerge from behind the partition, both clean and in new clothes.

Your heart nearly stopped as you saw what Aelin was wearing, a pink silk nightgown that barely reached her thighs, the tiny straps and low neckline exposing as much skin as possible.

You were going to die before the night was over, you were sure of it. You’d heard how possessive the fae are of their mates, and they had the power to strip you of your home and assets if they wished. And even if Aelin was dressed in nearly nothing, it gave you absolutely no right to stare at her. Somehow, you forced your eyes to focus on your book again, ignoring the way that Aelin and Rowan prepared for bed.

Maybe you could ‘read’ until they blew out the candles and sleep in the chair instead, but you doubted they would allow you to, with how adamant Aelin had been about it earlier.

They talked quietly with each other, your eyes drifting closed as the room warmed further from the fire that had been started at some point. You didn’t notice when their conversation stopped, or hear Rowan approach you. It was only when his arms slid under you that you stirred, blinking sleepily up at him as he pulled you into his arms.

“I can walk, you know,” you said, pouting when he didn’t set you on your feet.

“I know. You looked so tired, though,” Rowan whispered in your ear, a shiver running through you. He set you down in the middle of the bed, with Aelin already laying down to your right. You couldn’t help the racing of your heart, especially when you saw Rowan taking off his shirt from the corner of your eye.

If only you could melt into the floor.

Aelin turned onto her side, one of her hands finding yours. She played with your fingers and traced tiny circles on your palm, watching you with her bright eyes as the room dimmed with each candle Rowan blew out. A grin lit up her face when Rowan laid down and you took in a sharp breath, shuddering when one of his arms slung over your waist.

“it’s okay, you know,” Aelin said softly, and you turned to look at her. “To want us, that is. We want you.” When you only stared at her in stunned silence, she continued, “Why do you think we only bring you along on these excursions? You’re extremely talented, and do most of the work that’s needed, but extra hands could always help.”

“I… What?”

“We turn down Aedion’s offer to join us every time, Y/N, so that we can spend time with you,” Rowan chuckled, his hand gripping your waist. “And even if we didn’t hear your heart beat faster every time we approached, the delicious scent of your arousal would certainly give you away.”

Your eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak or pull yourself out of their hold.

“Did you like listening to my mate pleasuring me?” Aelin asked as her fingers left your hand and began trailing over the fabric of your dress. “I heard every little hitch of your breath after you came back to the room, pretty girl. And you only turned one page of your book,” she murmured.

“I…” you paused when Aelin’s hands drifted over your breasts, losing the fight against the shiver her touch brought. “I’m sorry for listening.”

Aelin smiled. “I’m not. We put on that whole show for you, you know…” You let out a whimper at the tone of her voice, the longing in it nearly making you squirm under her touch. “Can I take off this pretty dress, sweet girl?”

Any defenses you had left were melted away by the desire in her eyes and you nodded, wriggling in their hold as her hand made a slow descent to the hem of your dress. Slowly, torturously so, Aelin pulled the dress up, only needing to tap your hips for you to lift them. Her other hand slid under your back, untying the loose lacing you had managed after your bath. The rest of your dress came off a moment later, two sets of hands freeing you from the fabric.

Their hands held you so gently as they pressed against your sides, so warm and making you dizzy with arousal with how much of their skin you could feel without even lifting your hands.

“You’re even prettier than I’d imagined,” Aelin whispered in your ear before biting it softly, a quiet moan leaving your lips at the feeling. Her hand ghosted over your breasts again, toying with the lace strap of your bra. Her eyes slipped to Rowan’s for a moment before she laughed lowly, and her lips were at your ear again. “Rowan wants to know if he can touch you here,” she said, a hand sliding between your legs, fingers rubbing over your covered clit for only a moment, the spark of pleasure just a taste of what they could give you.

You bit your lip as you looked them both in the eyes, and what you saw in them eased any fears you’d had about consequences. A nod of your head was all you could manage with the way they had you feeling, at least until you saw their eyes still gazing at you expectantly. Aelin raised a brow, the gold ring in her eyes burning so brightly as she waited for what they both, apparently, needed to hear. “Yes,” you whispered, teeth toying with your lip as your eyes flicked between them. You wiggled between them before opening your mouth again. “Yes, you can touch me, Rowan. Both of you,” you breathed, cheeks burning. You jolted with how quickly Rowan’s fingers were beneath your underwear, and melted at the groan he let out against the skin of your neck.

“So wet for us already,” he groaned as he slipped a finger inside of you with no resistance, then another.

“It’s not my fault Aelin sounds so pretty,” you mumbled just before he angled his fingers, drawing a breathy moan from your throat.

Aelin giggled against your shoulder, her hand dipping below the fabric of your bra and rolling your nipple between her fingers and delighting at the noise you let out. “I’m not the only one who sounds pretty,” Aelin said before reaching for the silk ties keeping your chest covered, pink lips suckling on sensitive skin the moment she’d freed it.

A third finger entered you and you moaned, hips pushing into Rowan’s hand slightly. His teeth nipped at your throat, thumb brushing over your clit. It was impossible to think, impossible to stop the noises tumbling from your mouth as they toyed with you, building your pleasure higher and higher. The insistent circling of his thumb and the way Aelin’s mouth and hands felt on your breasts was maddening. Little sparks of fire heated your skin where Aelin’s fingers brushed over you, the sensation more intoxicating than you could’ve hoped for.

Those fingers drifted down over your abdomen, slipping beneath Rowan’s hand at your core and circled your clit, those same sparks setting fire to your blood as Rowan’s fingers started moving faster, angling for the spots that made you moan the loudest.

It wasn’t fair how quickly they worked you to your peak, how well they seemed to know your body already. But then you were tumbling over the edge, nonsense leaving your mouth as they coaxed you through it. Their fingers slowed when you stopped twitching in their hold, stopping when you whined with how sensitive you were.

Your eyes had fallen shut at some point, and opened again when you heard pleased hums from both of them. Your face flushed at the sight of Rowan letting Aelin suck his fingers clean of your arousal, and judging from the glint in his eyes, he had gotten a taste as well.

“You’re delicious,” Aelin purred once she’d finished, pressing her plush lips to your own, the taste of yourself on her tongue sending a wave of heat through you, followed by another once she pulled herself away long enough to let Rowan kiss you.

You bit your lip as your eyes darted between them, unsure of how much you could ask for. Because even if it was just for tonight… You wanted as much of them as you could have.

Warm fingers drifted down your stomach again, fingers tugging gently on your panties. “What do you say? Should we take these off?” Aelin asked, the simple question sending a shiver of anticipation through you.

“Only…” you paused, glancing at both of them quickly before finishing, “Only if both of you join me.” Your teeth worried your lip as they shared a look, releasing it once you saw the matching, wicked grins on their lips.

“Oh, honey,” Aelin smirked. “That was always part of the plan.”

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