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Nesta’s gaze was fixated on the tanned, glistening skin of the Illyrian warriors as they threw precise punches in the training pit with a level of skill she knew took centuries to build. They fought with intelligence, their muscular bodies tattooed and scarred, displaying their experience and their power. Cassian absorbed a blow to the ribs, returning with a shot to Azriel’s stomach. She knew that if the males put their full power behind their siphon-clad fists, they would both be a broken mess.

The sheen of sweat over their muscles was like an aphrodisiac, their movements pulling her into a trance as if she were reading one of her sultry romance novels. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be between their towering bodies, having all of that focus and skill directed towards worshiping her. A coordinated duo, working her in tandem until her mind emptied to the point where only utter bliss remained. Would Cassian, the General Commander, take the reins? Or would Azriel surprise her with his own display of dominance?

As her thoughts turned filthier and filthier, her flyaway hairs suddenly blew through her vision from a gust of air. Broken out of her spell, she turned to see Rhysand landing behind her, tucking his wings in. While the fighting males hadn’t glanced their way, she was sure they tracked his arrival the second he approached the training pit. He stood a few feet from her, arms crossed as he observed his brothers. She couldn’t stand him, and knew that he shared the same loathing for her. Rhysand would never forgive her for sitting by while her family starved, forcing his mate to provide for them. Her harsh words towards her other sister, Elain, at the river house the day before surely hadn’t helped. Perhaps that was why the High Lord decided to drop in during training. Maybe he needed to unleash his disappointment upon her once more.

“Your training is going well, I see,” he said coolly, his eyes still not meeting hers. Her skin bristled at that. Of course, he would stop by during her one moment of inactivity. She sharpened her tongue, unable to be civil with her brother-in-law.

“Come here to parent me again, Oh Mighty High Lord?”

“How lovely of you to address me appropriately,” he smirked, not looking her way as her eyes rolled. “It was clear yesterday that your treatment of Elain has not improved.” His features dropped to a frown. “I felt the need to ensure that you are not abusing the kindness my brothers are showing you. You have a knack for finding the cruelest words to cut someone down with.”

His comment caused regret to lurch in her heart, because although she and Cassian were tentatively finding some middle ground, Rhysand was right. Despite the kindness and patience Cassian had shown her, she had lashed out at him before, and likely would again.

At her silence, he turned from where Cassian and Azriel were still sparring and faced her fully. “Have you done so?” he asked with a lethal edge to his voice. “Have you hurt Cassian?”

She had. She had cut him with her words many times, and she almost ducked her head in shame at the thought. But things had begun to change. Like last night, when he came to her room. Nesta had attempted to put some barriers between them, but those words were more taunting than cruel. Her reward had been magnificent. She had never felt such pleasure as she did with him between her thighs, pumping his fingers into her while his mouth —

She suddenly felt talons scraping at the edge of her brain. Her extended silence after Rhysand’s questioning must have irritated him enough to go prying. She would never let him into her steel-encased mind, could never let him see the rot within. He would know, then, that she wasn’t worth helping, and would send her back to the humans. He pushed harder, demanding to know what abuse she had inflicted upon his friends. Her walls were strong, but not strong enough to hold for long against him. So, thinking quickly, she pushed through an image that she hoped would scare him off from trespassing again.

His talons retracted instantly, his body physically jerking back a step. Night swirled in his eyes, and a nasty expression took over his face. She flashed a cruel smirk in response to drive the point home. She was sure he was disgusted and disappointed, but what else was new? He knew now where not to tread.

She looked over to where Cassian and Azriel were finishing their match, one last jarring punch thrown to signify the end. They recovered quickly, looking towards Rhysand in unison.

“Training is done for the day,” he instructed, sharply. “Cass, Az, meet me at the river house. Leave her here. Now,” he commanded before taking to the skies, winnowing away quickly. Azriel donned his shirt on his way to the water station, while Cassian strode towards Nesta. She didn’t deserve the concerned look on his face.

“What happened?”

She also couldn’t stand the softness in his tone. She needed space between them again. Especially now that his glistening pecs were a foot in front of her face.

“Just your precious High Lord being too nosey for his own good,” she sneered. Azriel's eyes flashed a clear warning to her from where he stood.

“Watch it, Nes,” Cass cautioned quietly, with only the slightest edge, before he walked towards Az to prepare to leave.

She studied the ground before trudging inside without another word. Her anxiety tunneled her vision as she retreated to her room. She hadn’t wanted to get them in trouble, she just wanted to make it clear that trespassing into her mind was not welcomed. Hopefully, Rhysand learned his lesson.

She didn’t need anyone to see the rotting darkness inside of her.

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Cassian and Azriel stood before Rhys, who was seated at his desk. Az always stood perfectly still, but Cass couldn’t help but shift on his feet. He wanted to believe that Nesta was growing as a person, but he worried he had been summoned here because she had pushed his brother a little too far this time. Or had she said something about their night prior? Oh Gods. He knew Rhys wouldn’t truly be mad, but he would certainly be disappointed. Cassian was tasked with overseeing Nesta’s recovery, and feeding into one of her old patterns would not look good.

Rhys looked back and forth between them, his eyes narrowed as if he were studying them, looking for any changes. “How are things going at the house?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence. “Is everything going well with… Nesta?” He spoke her name like it was a curse.

Azriel stayed silent, ever the secret keeper, leaving Cass to choose what to share. His mouth opened, but before words could come out, Rhys continued.

“I’m wondering if you need a reminder as to why she is in that house. Or if I should reassign Amren to take over the situation.”

“Rhys, what happened?” Cassian asked warily.

“How about I show you what I saw, as I’d rather not have to put it into words. Then I would love to hear an explanation as to why this happened. With my sister-in-law,” he hissed, looking like he had eaten something sour.

They both nodded hesitantly, and Rhys entered their minds. What Cassian saw was… there were no words. An all-too-brief depiction of Nesta on all fours, with Azriel taking her from behind, and himself fucking her mouth. Holy Gods.

It was soon over, and Rhys buried his head in his hands. “Explain”.

“Rhys, I swear to you that was not a memory. Is there a chance —“ Azriel started.

“Thank the Gods,” Rhys groaned, cutting him off. “I didn’t see where it came from, I got out of her mind as fast as possible. I think… I think it was intentionally created to teach me a lesson not to go prodding around where I am not welcome.”

Cassian could not say a word, staring wide-eyed at the floor. He knew Azriel was studying him, but he couldn’t bring himself to meet his gaze.

“Now that that’s settled, I will be doing my best to forget this ever happened. But please,” Rhys glanced up, “keep her focused on getting better. If she hurts Feyre one more time, I’m afraid I will lose my patience”.

With his dismissal, Azriel wordlessly winnowed them back to the house. Cassian still could not look his way, quickly excusing himself to get cleaned up. He was still damp from their sparring this morning, which now felt like it was hours away despite being only a handful of minutes.

He trudged to his bathing chambers, and when his bath was ready, sank his large body under the surface. His thoughts had been swirling after seeing the image Nesta created. Did she want that? The heaviness between his legs told him that he would not mind bringing that fantasy to life. Everything to do with Nesta lit a fire under his skin. He had hoped it would quell after getting a taste of her, but it only strengthened his desire. He ached to taste her sweet pussy again.

He wondered what Az was thinking. He had never shared a woman with either Azriel or Rhysand, but they had all been with separate women in the same room before. He knew this would be… different. More.

He couldn’t help his hand from wandering, gripping the base of his heavy cock that jutted from the water. He groaned at the contact, tipping his head back to rest on the ledge of the tub. He desperately wished for daemati powers, so he could rewatch what he saw, over and over again. He began working his hand up and down with a firm grip.

The fact that Nesta had fantasized herself in such a submissive position between them drew a moan past his lips. She had wanted Cassian fucking her throat while holding her head in place by her hair, wrapped tightly around his fist. He pumped harder, squeezing tighter, imagining how it would feel to have her perfect lips around his cock. To see her submitting not just for him, but for Azriel too, letting him use her body so viciously while doling out her pleasure as well. His wrist flicked as he worked himself harder.

There were so many more possibilities that Nesta didn’t even realize. Az was private, but over the centuries, Cass had gleaned some tidbits about his preferences. He would have Nesta completely taken apart if that was what she wanted. They’d work together to make her forget everything until all she could remember was their names. He needed to taste her again, but he also needed to fill her, to give her that satisfaction. He wanted to get his cock in her mouth, her sweet pink pussy, and buried deep in her ass. Imagine how she’d feel having both of them at once — without warning, Cassian came into his firm fist with a deep, guttural groan.

He stroked himself gently a few more times before relaxing back into the tub, letting his satisfaction wash over him. His mind had finally quieted, but after a few moments, his thoughts started to whirl again. It didn’t feel right that they had seen Nesta’s fantasy, especially since she didn’t even know they had. But telling her would likely make her uncomfortable, and she would surely lash out. He didn’t even want to discuss it with Azriel, and he certainly wasn’t ready to reveal how much he had enjoyed the thought of it.

He had thought it would be difficult to train with her this morning without being distracted by thoughts of the night prior. But he knew now, tomorrow would be damn near impossible.

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Nesta wakes to a comforting heat plastered along her back, a strong, heavy arm draped around the bare skin of her waist. Cassian breathes deeply on the pillow behind her. Ever since their mating ceremony, his room became theirs. Despite the massive bed being big enough to fit three warriors of Cassian’s size, wings included, they always ended up spooned together on the edge of the mattress. Cassian was a cuddler, after all.

After a few moments of rest, she decides to squeeze in some more reading before they join Azriel for breakfast and go up to the training ring. Despite completing the Rite, she still has centuries of training ahead of her.

Without disturbing Cass, she stretches her arm as far as she can, her fingers snagging on the spine of her latest book. She manages to slip it to the edge of the side table, eagerly bringing it to her side. Emerie loaned her this book from an author new to Nesta, and it has next to no plot, but plenty of delicious spice. The dim light of dawn shines through their massive windows, allowing her to read.

She cruises through a particularly steamy chapter when she feels a breath of air puff against her neck. Her body tenses, then relaxes, feigning sleep as she quickly but quietly presses her closed book down onto the mattress.

“Sweetheart, there’s no need to pretend to be asleep,” Cassian’s deep voice murmurs in her ear. “I’ve been reading over your shoulder since you woke up.”

Her eyes shoot open at that, and she twists to face him. “You have not!” She denies.

“You’re reading a smutty threesome book? Is that why you can’t seem to put it down?” he tsks. “You dirty little thing.” The smirk is not leaving his face.

There is no point in denying it at this point. She didn’t often read books with threesomes, but the idea of being overpowered by two hot, fictional men is, of course, enthralling.

“As if you haven’t had a threesome before.” She is attempting to deflect but realizes she may have brought herself into a larger conversation.

“Only with two women,” he replies casually.

“Really?” She couldn’t deny that she was surprised, seeing how close his friendships are. “You and Az haven’t…?”

“Not yet,” he smirks.

Her eyes widen. “What is that supposed to mean?”

It’s his turn to deflect. “Have you, Nes?”

She eyes him, not quite ready to let him off the hook, but deciding to answer anyway. “I have tried, but both times were rather disappointing,” she admits.

“And why is that?”

“I found it to be a bit too… uncoordinated. Clumsy. I was expecting more, but it was hard to find good partners.” She turns toward him now, pinning him with her cold gaze. “Now, tell me what you meant by that comment,” she demands.

A flirty smile spreads further across his face. “I only meant that… well, maybe one day Azriel and I will join the same bed. We’ve been with our own women in the same room, but never together. Yet,” he tacks on again, making her huff.

Her blood turns icy. “And who will be your third party? Do you forget that you are now a mated male?”

“Nesta,” he purrs, his lids drooping seductively, “Of course you would be the third.”

Heat rushes to the tips of her delicate fae ears, and she struggles to maintain her composure. “And who says I would ever want that?” she retorts.

“I know you would want that. At least, you did before.”

She sits up now at his words. “What in the world would make you think you know that?”

“I’ve said too much already,” he mutters, moving to sit up as well.

She pushes a hand to his bare, muscular chest and shoves him back onto the mattress. “Tell me, now.”

He covers his face with his hands, making a chuckling sound as if he is already regretting what he is about to say. He finally drops his hands and simply admits, “I’ve seen it.” Thankfully, she does not have to press him further, as he carries on after a pause. “Do you remember when Rhys came to our training when Az and I sparred? And immediately pulled us away to his office?” Her cheeks flush instantly, matching the shade of her ears. Oh, Gods. “He thought what you had shown him was real. We were able to confirm it was not, after he showed it to us.”

She immediately throws the blanket over herself, hiding underneath the covers. “Us?” she squeals out. Embarrassment floods through her. She remembers what she had been imagining that morning, what she had shown Rhys. How many dinners has Azriel sat across from her, knowing that she had so vividly imagined him and Cassian fucking her? She might just die.

Cassian puts a gentle hand on her through the blanket. “Yes, Azriel saw it too. We never spoke about it again. But Nes… fuck. I have thought about it a hundred times since.”

“What?” she shoots back out from under the covers, shock lacing her words. “You have?” She tries to cover her flaming cheeks.

“Darling, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m sure Azriel was positively flattered,” his half grin is all too seductive.

“I am not embarrassed,” Nesta insists, though she certainly is. When Cassian chuckles, as if she is not the be believed, her spine straightens and she drops her hands to press into the mattress. “In fact,” she adds, “I quite admire that figment of my imagination.” Let’s see if Cass is laughing now.

Cassian's face grows serious. Suddenly, he wraps his large hands around her waist and tugs her over his lap to straddle him. She gasps at the feeling of his hard erection, only a sheet between them. Heat curls through her body in response. He grips her chin to lock her gaze onto his.

“Nes…”, he doesn’t seem to know where to begin. “If this is something you want to explore, you should know it’s something I want to explore as well.” Her face must show her surprise at his revelation. “When we got home from that meeting, I was hard as a rock. Just thinking about that five-second glimpse into your imagination was enough to send me over the edge.”

“Cass,” Nesta is breathless and can’t stop herself from rubbing over his length. While Nesta once envisioned those two powerful Illyrians taking her body, things were different now. She and Cassian are mates, and she doesn’t want to ruin their friendships with Azriel over a silly fantasy, no matter how hot it would be. “You fulfill me in every sense of the word. It’s not something I need, and I wouldn’t want to rock the friendships we have with Az.” Cassian alone surpasses her needs continuously. But she can’t help but think how exciting this would be if they could make it work.

“You may not need this, but just wanting it is enough for me. I want this. I want to give you everything. And I have been Azriel’s friend and brother for over five centuries, my mate. I know him deeply, and trust him just as much. Our friendship is a mountain that cannot be moved.” Nesta can’t help but rock over his length, her body seeking stimulation at the mere suggestion that Cass wants this too. He becomes breathless, reaching up to plant kisses from behind her ear down to her collarbone. Her eyes slide shut as his stubble abrades her sensitive skin. His teeth scrape the hollow of her throat. “Fuck,” he mutters, sliding her off of him to the center of the bed as he moves to rise. “Get on your knees, baby. Hands on the headboard.”

“This conversation isn’t over,” Nesta rebuts, stubbornly holding out on assuming her position. Cassian knows by now that he needs to wear her down before earning her submission. This morning, however, she is eerily close to the edge already.

“Oh, darling,” he says with a smirk, shifting her body to the position he commanded. “This conversation is just getting started.”

With a shiver trickling down her spine, Nesta releases the thin thread of defiance she was clutching and allows herself to be manhandled into place.

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Cassian’s mate eases, spreading her knees and arching her back with her arms drawn above her. Her perfect ass is tipped up in invitation, her naked body smooth before him. Cassian kneels behind her, gliding his hands up her hips, before gripping and spreading her cheeks to reveal a peek of her glistening pussy between her legs. He hardens even more, needing to be inside her.

One of his hands slides up Nestas spine, to push her chest down into the mattress, while his other finds her wet heat. He slips two fingers inside, slowly at first, then pumping faster, to get her ready. Despite their active sex life, he needs to make sure Nesta is at least a little warmed up before she can take his girth.

His fingers retreat and the leaking head of his cock kisses her folds, before slowly sinking forward. She lets out a moan beneath him, and he shifts his grip to her hips again, patiently pulling her onto him, until he is fully sheathed. Nesta is gasping into the sheets, and Cass bites down hard on his lip as he rocks slowly while she adjusts. He sees her shoulders relax, then pulls out for a deeper thrust.

Her hips grind back to meet him, soft noises falling from her slick mouth. “Oh, Cass,” she moans, “you see, how could I need anything more?”

Pumping his hips harder and deeper, he reaches up toward her face. “Suck,” he commands, easing his thumb between her lips. Her eyes are already beginning to daze, but her tongue eagerly draws him into her mouth, sucking and getting it nice and slick. He fucks it into her mouth, in pace with his thrusts.

Cass slows his rhythm and withdraws his hand, ready to show her a ghost of what she could be missing. She clenches around him so deliciously when he rubs his wet thumb soothingly where they meet. He stills and slides his thumb oh, so gently, along the top of his shaft and into the tight tight squeeze of her pussy.

“Cass!” She squeaks, her body quivering.

“You can take it, baby.” His voice has become husky, strained. He thrusts experimentally, cock pulsing with the tight drag. She bucks beneath him, whining. He leans over her to murmur in her ear, “I want you to imagine how Az’s cock would feel alongside mine. Fuck, baby. Could you even take us both?”

“Cass, Cass, I feel so full,” she slurs, rocking back to meet him, over and over. Her movements become more erratic the closer she gets to coming. He hooks his thumb to grip her, causing both of them to groan with the sensation of his bulging knuckle. His other hand dips to her front, roughly tweaking a nipple then drawing down towards her clit.

Cassian feels her body wind tighter and tighter as he circles her nub. “Come,” he commands, and she obeys perfectly. His wings splay out as he feels her clenching around him. He fucks her through her orgasm, nearly reaching his own. But he’s not quite finished with her. After Nesta’s tremors still, Cass removes his thumb, covered in her cream. He brings it to the tight bud of her ass, applying pressure to the rim. A grin spreads across his face as she cries out.

“Cass! Ah,” she pants.

They have done anal once before, and Cassian pays close attention to those books she reads. He knows what she desires. His thumb sinks into her, and a long groan of ecstasy escapes her lips.

“Fuck,” he snarls, feeling her pulse around his dick and his thumb. “Take me, baby. Such a good girl.” His thrusting continues. This is magical - her slick pussy around him, and the feel of her tight ass. He leans back and spreads her legs slightly further apart, letting his heavy balls swing against her sensitive clit with each thrust. “Imagine Azriel fucking you here,” his thumb moves deeper, in and out to show his meaning, “working with me to give you the most shattering orgasm of your life. Two Illyrians, taking you in tandem.”

Cass isn’t sure if it’s his filthy words or all the combined sensations, but Nesta comes violently, shrieking and jerking as she flexes around him. He tips his head back and thrusts quick and hard, the feeling of her orgasm sending him over the edge with a bellow. He collapses over her back and bites gently into her shoulder. After they both catch their breath, Cassian gives one last thrust with his thumb for fun before easing out of Nesta to the tune of her light moans. Their all-knowing house has provided their usual cleanup supplies on the bedside table, and he uses a warm cloth to clean up his mate before lying down beside her and drawing their bodies together.
“How was that, darling? That seemed like a productive conversation to me.”

Nesta’s eyes remain closed, but he can see a smirk tug at the corner of her lips. “You’ve worn me down, Cass. Literally.” She mumbles.

“Let me at least talk to him. Let us do this for you.” He strokes her back. “I’ll go join him at breakfast, you stay here and rest some more. The house will keep you fed, no doubt.”

Her eyes open, and she studies him cautiously. “If you truly think this will not make any waves, then I trust you. We have eternity to have thousands of adventures and experiences, we might as well start now.” Cass can’t resist kissing his brave, beautiful mate.

“There is one thing you should know,” Cass says, rising to prepare himself for breakfast. “Azriel had a lot of choices taken away from him in his early life. He craves control more than any of us. I have seen him with his bedmates, and you should know he will accept nothing less than complete control.”

He watches Nestas cheeks flush again. “I… I will let go of my control if that’s what he needs.”

He grins and leans down, nipping her butt cheek. “Let’s not pretend you aren’t a total submissive in bed when the right man is in charge.” He laughs and jogs to the bath, dodging the pillow Nesta chucks at him.

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Azriel is already at the table when Cass enters the dining room. Despite the shower he just took, his blood is still thrumming and his heart pounding.

Of course, Azriel has to be the most observant male in Prythian. “Tell me,” he says simply, putting down his fork.

Unsure where to start, and amped up on endorphins, Cassian just jumps right in with a wide grin. “Would you have a threesome with us?”

Azriel clearly wasn’t expecting that question, his brows rising high, then furrowing, then raising again. “What Rhys showed us… Cass, that was before you two were mated. You’re sure she wants this now?”

“We just discussed it.. deeply,” his smirk widens.

“You want this?”

“Brother, we’ve shared every aspect of our lives. We have a foundation that is hundreds of years strong. I want to give my mate unbelievable pleasure, and we have the means to do so. As long as you want to, I find no reason why we shouldn’t,”

Azriel looks down at his plate and mulls this all over in silence before glancing back at him. “I would be pleased to help, but I have certain… limitations. I need control, Cass, but she’s not my female to command,”

Cass took his seat beside Azriel, reassuring him with a hand on his shoulder. “We discussed that as well. I will take your lead, Az. If you need dominance, you have it. She may not seem submissive, but Nesta craves to cede control behind closed doors.”

Azriel searches his face, finding the answers he seeks in the sincerity in Cassian's eyes. “Then so long as you have no doubts, I’d be happy to join you. Let’s make a war plan, general commander,” Azriel says with a smirk, his pupils dilating with excitement

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Nesta is curled up in her reading chair, enjoying another book by the fire, when Cassian and Azriel enter her reading room. She straightens instantly, shocked at how quickly her body heats. She has been waiting for this day since her conversation with Cassian two days prior. He had returned from breakfast and told her simply that Azriel wanted her to set any boundaries, but otherwise, he was eager to join them.

She practically buzzes with nervous anticipation as they approach, stopping by the chair opposite her.

“Hello, Nesta,” Azriel purrs, “I’ve been told you want to play. Is that correct?”

She merely gulped in reply.

“If you do,” he said slowly, “we need to be on the same page. Clarity is incredibly important. So tell me, Nesta, do you want me to fuck you?”

Every authoritative bone in her body melts away into nothing. A dark blush fills her cheeks at his straightforwardness. “I don’t know - I mean if you - if you wanted to,” she begins to stammer.

The left side of his mouth curves up in a smirk, “Don’t be shy, Nesta, we’re going to have fun. But I need to hear you say it. Would you let me fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“What parts of your body?”

She understood now. He’s looking for her boundaries. “Anywhere. No - no limits.”

“Good girl,” he hums. Azriel stalks towards her chair and begins circling her slowly as he speaks. “I want you to answer yes, no, or maybe. Understood?” She nods. “Use your words, Nesta.”

A shiver runs down her spine. “Yes.”

“Would you like being blindfolded?”

“Yes.”

“Choked?” He continues circling her slowly, her heartbeat hammering.

“Yes.”

Each idea sends her heart racing faster and faster. Her pussy throbs between her clenched thighs.

“Bondage?”

“Yes.”

“Suspension?”

She hesitates, but only because she has never considered it before. “Yes.”

Cass stands by the other reading chair, arms crossed casually and staring at her with molten fire in his eyes. He takes in every word that is said, a predatory smirk on his face.

“Spanking?”

“Yes,” she practically whispers.

“Would you like to be whipped?” he purrs.

She blushes furiously, spotting the thick, hard ridge trying to escape Cassian's leathers. “Maybe,” she says.

He stops behind her and leans in, his lips brushing her ear. “Nesta,” he speaks softly, “I can tell truths from lies. Try again.”

“Yes.” She whimpers, shifting in her seat to try to ease the ache.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. "My final question, what will be your word if you want everything to stop?"

"Silver," Nesta responds, using the safe word Cassian made her choose months ago. They like to play rough.

"Perfect, Nesta. Thank you," he says, backing away and returning to Cassian's side.

They stand watching her, delicious smirks on their faces. She stares back, before asking, “What now?”

“Now, I’m going to bed,” Azriel says with a nearly evil grin. “I have a busy week ahead of me. I’ll find you when I’m ready.” And with that, he leaves the room. Cass strides to the door as well, as if to leave.

“Cassian!” She hisses, her fingers digging into the arms of her chair.

He turns to her with an easy smile, “Yes, sweetheart?”

She groans, throwing her head back in frustration. “Please,” she whimpers, barely able to see through the fog of her desire. With a grin, he crosses the room to her, kneeling in front of the chair.

“Do you need help, Nes?” He asks coyly, his hands running up her skirt along the outsides of her bare legs.

“Please, Cass, I need to come. It hurts,” she moans, sliding a shaky hand into his hair and pulling his head closer to where she needs him.

He chuckles, his breath puffing against her panties. His hands slide up her thighs, and he curls his fingers around the waistband. His hazel eyes meet hers, dancing in the firelight. “Say please one more time,” he requests gruffly.

There is no fight for control tonight. “Please,” she whines, lifting her hips.

With that, he slides her panties down her legs, tossing them behind him. In an instant, he hoists her legs up over his shoulders and pulls her to meet him, causing her to slump in her seat. Cass wastes no time, delving his tongue into her swollen pussy. The two Illyrians got her so worked up, merely from the power they exude, that it does not take long for her to reach her peak pleasure.

Cassian's fingers squeeze her outer thighs in a firm grip, making her lightheaded. He assaults her clit with his tongue, laving it with kisses and sucks. Her legs clench around his neck as he releases his legs, one ripping open the laces of his pants, and the other delving into her pussy. She can feel his shoulder rippling as he jacks himself off, timing his fast strokes to the speed at which he fingers her. With one firm suck to her clit, he crooks his fingers and massages her in the perfect spot, wrenching a scream from her as she comes on his mouth and hand.

When she regains a fraction of strength, she slides from her chair and joins him on the floor, batting his hands away to replace his grip with her own. She strokes his thick, massive cock just the way he likes it. With a firm grip and a little bite from her nails, she leans down to lap at the head.

“Fuck!” He shouts, his hand shooting into her hair to hold her down as he ejaculates onto her tongue. She laps up his seed, panting. They collapse to the floor, sharing sleepy grins.

“Seems we’re both excited about this,” says Cassian as his eyes slide shut.

Nesta can hardly wait.