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I laughed and dodged as Azriel swung at me with his sword, whirling around for a strike with my own that he easily blocked. He cocked an eyebrow at me, fighting a grin as we worked our way around the training ring, neither of us gaining an advantage over the other.
“You’ve gotten very good,” he praised, even though I was breathing heavily and he had barely broken a sweat.
“Flatterer,” I murmured, bracing myself for another round of blows. The shadowsinger loved to fight dirty; he had shucked off his shirt the moment we had entered the ring and it was all I could do to not get distracted by the taut muscles under tattooed skin that tensed and bunched deliciously as he expertly twirled his blade. It would be exactly like him to pay me a compliment, then ten seconds later pull a move that left me flat on my back with his sword at my throat.
Rhys had already been gone when Azriel and I awoke this morning, and since he hadn’t left a note we had no idea when to expect him back. Az had asked if I felt up to some training, and while I could think of a few more pleasurable ways to spend a few hours, it did feel good to get my body moving, allowing me to set aside the stress of my duties as High Lady. I circled warily, trying to determine what his next move would be, but a tendril of star-flecked darkness wove its way between us, drawing our attention to the figure standing near the weapons rack.
“Rhys!” I dropped my sword and ran toward my mate, who caught me as I flung myself into his arms. An audible sigh behind my back told me that Az was picking up my discarded blade, then he too joined us as he put both weapons away and dropped a kiss on Rhys’s cheek. I smothered a small grin at the gesture; ever since Azriel had started spending the night with us occasionally, he had gotten much more generous with his affection.
“Where have you been?” Azriel asked, concern evident in his voice. I looked over at him, but he merely crossed his arms over his bare chest and raised both eyebrows at Rhys.
"Cassian needed some help," Rhys explained, his arm still firmly wrapped around my waist. "I actually need to go back to Windhaven because Devlon is being… difficult."
Az snorted. "Difficult is probably his middle name."
"Probably," Rhys agreed with a grimace. "He's not the main problem, though. There's been unrest in some of the other camps and it's spreading. I need to put a stop to it." A muscle in his jaw tightened and I squeezed him harder, understanding immediately what he wasn't saying. Illyrians understood strength and power, and enforced rank with brutal measures.
Rhys sighed and squeezed me back. "At least it shouldn't take too long."
I looked up into his face, reading the sadness and weariness there. "I'm coming with you," I announced. Rhys opened his mouth to argue, but I cut him off. "I'll wait for you at your mother's house, but I want to be there for you. And I want to see Cassian," I added as an afterthought.
"Two Illyrians aren't enough for you, Darling?" Rhys teased, and I punched him in the stomach. Hard.
"He's my brother too, you prick," I shot back, and his eyes softened the way they always did when I referred to our family.
"I'll come as well," said Azriel, who had been silent during our exchange. We both turned to look at him, my surprise echoing down the bond from Rhys.
"But you hate going there," I blurted, examining the impassive expression he wore like armor, looking for any tiny crack. He just stared back at me, waging a silent battle of wills, until he uncrossed his arms and sighed again.
"I know you don't need a guard, Feyre, but the Illyrian males are threatened by you, and Rhys will be busy. I could never live with myself if anything happened to you just because I decided to stay here." His gaze, burning into mine, was imploring, and a rush of affection swept through me. He was right on both counts: I didn't need a guard, but I couldn't deny that having him at my side would make any Illyrian think twice about trying something with me.
I nodded and Rhys relaxed slightly against me, his lips twitching up into a small smile. “I’m not sure whether I should be relieved you said yes, or jealous that you didn’t argue with him,” he quipped, and I stepped away from him in mock offense.
“What can I say, he’s just so pretty,” I replied sweetly, batting my eyelashes at the shadowsinger, who rolled his eyes.
“I’m going to go get cleaned up,” Azriel announced, turning back toward the house. “I’ll be ready to go in half an hour.” I definitely didn’t stare at the way his leather fighting pants clung to his powerful legs and ass as he walked away from us.
“You’re drooling, darling,” Rhys teased, his eyes dancing with mirth as I snapped my gaze up to his, and I very maturely stuck out my tongue at him.
“I need to bathe and change too,” I announced, and with a mischievous smirk Rhys wrapped his arms around me and winnowed us straight into our bathroom. He flicked his wrist and steaming water filled the cavernous tub, and with another lazy motion my sweaty clothes disappeared, leaving me before him in just my skin.
“Cad,” I chided, stepping around him to sink into the tub, feeling his eyes tracking every movement.
“You’ve never minded it before,” he shot back, his grin razor-sharp. Instead of deigning to reply I created a small wolf out of the bathwater to chase him, laughing, out of the room so I could bathe in peace.
Twenty minutes later, I straightened my leathers as Azriel strode into the room, his hair still damp from his own bath. I dried it for him with a quick blast of warm air as I reached for his hand, and he squeezed mine once in thanks. Rhys grabbed our other hands, closing the circle between the three of us, and with only his nod as warning we were swept into swirling darkness.
We landed in a small clearing on the edge of Windhaven, a sharp chill in the air compared to the mild weather we'd left behind us in Velaris. I breathed deeply, enjoying the slight burn in my lungs, before motion out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I dropped Rhys and Azriel's hands and turned to face Devlon, who sneered but said nothing at my presence. He was flanked by a pair of other Illyrian Lords, and just behind them…
"Cassian!" A grin broke over the large male's face as he brushed past the others and swung me into his arms.
"Hey, little sister," he crowed as he lifted me off the ground, my legs dangling like a child's as I laughed and hugged him back tightly.
"I missed you," I admitted as he put me back on my feet and dropped a loud, smacking kiss on my cheek.
"If you're quite finished," Devlon drawled from behind him, his scowl even more pronounced than before, "we have business to attend to."
Cassian made a face but nodded at Rhys, who brushed my cheek affectionately and gestured for Devlon to lead the way. "I'll be back as soon as I can, Darling," he promised down the bond as he followed the three Lords toward the center of the camp.
"You aren't going with them?" I asked Cassian, who had turned to embrace Azriel as well.
"And miss out on time with my favorite High Lady?" he shot back, his tone light, but I could see the shadow lingering in his expression. I gave him an unimpressed glare, and he relented with a sigh. "This is nasty business, Feyre," he admitted. "Rhys hates having an audience."
My heart cracked for my poor mate, having to play the villain yet again to defend the world he had worked so hard to create, and I shared a quick glance with Az. Rhys was going to need a little extra attention from both of us after this was over.
"Tell me what you've been up to," I said with forced gaiety, turning back to Cassian again, and he seemed more than happy to change the subject. He launched into a story about a training exercise gone wrong as the three of us started off in the direction of Rhys's cabin.
Although we skirted around the camp instead of marching straight through it, we encountered a number of Illyrians going about their business. The females averted their eyes, hurrying past, but the males were outright hostile, their faces twisted with hatred any time I made eye contact with them. I did my best to ignore it, but as we approached the cabin, we found our path blocked by half a dozen warriors, their Siphons gleaming from their chests in a rainbow of colors.
“Move,” Cassian ordered, his tone brooking no argument, but the group’s leader, a broad male with a yellow stone over his heart, merely sneered.
“We don’t answer to you, bastard,” he spat, looking down his nose at the General. His lip curled as he took in Azriel on my other side, then turned his disdainful gaze on me. “You aren’t welcome here, whore,” he hissed, and the males behind him nodded in agreement. I narrowed my eyes at him and opened my mouth, prepared to give him a tongue-lashing Nesta would be proud of, but Azriel beat me to it.
“You’ll speak to your High Lady with respect, or I’ll cut out your tongue,” he said coolly, his hand tightening on the hilt of Truth-Teller at his thigh.
In response, the male spat on the ground, his compatriots closing ranks behind him, and both Cassian and Azriel tensed beside me. I held up a hand to forestall them; I could handle myself, and they both knew it. "Look how the dogs obey the bitch," the leader said with a nasty smirk, and I snapped.
It took no effort at all for me to rip into the male's mind, my lips curling into a humorless smirk at his meager shields. He stiffened as I sunk claws of adamant into his consciousness, grasping tightly as he fought back against my control. "Kneel," I ordered, and the male dropped to his knees, a vein in his neck throbbing as he tried to resist, hatred still shining brightly as we locked eyes. The others' expressions changed quickly from disdain to confusion and even outright fear, but I was just getting started.
"You don't have to like me, that's fine," I began conversationally, sauntering over to stand in front of my kneeling captive. "But Illyrians recognize and respect power, yes? You think this," - I tapped on his Siphon - "is power? Let me show you power." I raised my hand, and the male yelped in surprise as he burst into flames. I made sure they weren't burning him, not yet, but I allowed him to feel their heat. "I could burn you alive, make sure you stay conscious the whole time, feel every lick of flame until your miserable life ends." With a thought, the flames went out. I dropped the temperature in the surrounding area twenty degrees, frost creeping over the ground at my feet. "I could give you hypothermia in the middle of summer." I let the temperature return to normal as every male took a step back. "I could fill your lungs with water, and drown you on dry land. I could burn out your eyes with the power of the sun." I cocked my head the way I had seen Rhys do so many times, the motion of a predator assessing its prey. "Draw your blade," I ordered, my iron grip on the male's mind still forcing him to obey.
He did so slowly, real fear in his face now, but I wasn't done proving my point. "This is real power," I said, spreading my arms. "Cut your own throat."
I could feel him fighting me with every fiber of his being, and a sick thrill went through me as he tried and failed to stop the slow arc of his blade through the air. Just as it was about to meet his skin, I held up a hand. "Stop, I've changed my mind." He trembled with impotent rage, the blade of his knife a hairsbreadth from the hollow of his throat, and I leaned down so I was at his eye level. "Next time you cross me, I won't stop you," I said quietly, although I was sure every male behind him could hear me perfectly. I patted his cheek condescendingly, then stepped back to Cassian and Azriel. "Get out of my sight," I ordered, finally releasing my hold on his mind.
One of the less brave males bolted immediately, literally turning tail and running off, while the others were less willing to turn their backs on me. I bared my teeth in a savage smile as they retreated, none of them bothering to help up their so-called leader, who, red-faced and brimming with ire, rose to his feet, sheathed his blade, and launched into the sky.
I didn't let myself relax until I could no longer hear any trace of them, and I jumped when Cassian placed a tentative hand on my shoulder. "What the fuck, Feyre?" he demanded, and I turned to face him, raising an eyebrow.
"What? You thought I'd let you have all the fun threatening people?" I asked, finally noticing how fast my heart was beating and willing it to calm as I clenched and opened my fists to dispel the tension.
He stared at me for a moment longer, before a huge grin broke over his face. "Gods above, that was amazing," he said with a chuckle. "I thought for sure there was going to be a fight. I could kiss you."
"Get the fuck in line," Azriel murmured, and I turned to look at him at last. His face was carefully neutral, his expressionless mask firmly in place, but there was no mistaking the desire burning brightly in his eyes as he gave me an approving dip of his chin. Heat flooded through me, shooting straight to my core as his pupils dilated further, and it took every bit of my self-control not to slip my hand between my thighs to relieve the sudden ache there.
Cassian's gasp brought me back to my senses, and I looked around to see what had caught his attention. My stomach dropped as I found him staring open-mouthed at Az and me, his head swinging back and forth between us. I saw the exact moment the realization hit him, his jaw going fully slack just as I caught the familiar scent of Azriel's arousal. Fuck. I looked desperately back to Azriel, who was turning a lovely shade of pink, then grabbed both males by the wrist and winnowed all of us the rest of the way to the cabin.
We landed in the small kitchen not a moment too soon. "You two are fucking," Cassian exclaimed, his accusatory finger waving wildly in the air. Az and I exchanged a glance, my lips twitching as I saw the shadowsinger try to bite back his own mirth. "This isn't funny," Cassian hissed. "How could you do this? Does Rhys know?"
"Do I know what?" All three of us turned to the door as Rhys walked in, his shoulders slumped with the weight of the task he'd had to perform. I rushed over to his side, opening my mental shields for him and pushing love and comfort down the bond.
"I'll show you the full story later, but Cassian thinks I'm having an affair with Azriel," I told him as I snaked my arms around him, and I felt his amusement as his chest shook with silent laughter.
"Ah, so that's why his face is such an interesting color," he replied, hugging me tightly to his chest. The tension he'd carried in melted away as the full absurdity of the situation in which we now found ourselves set in. "Want to see if we can make him faint?" He shot me a mischievous grin and kissed me lightly, before striding over to where Azriel still stood. Without any hesitation, Rhys grabbed Azriel's face with both hands and pressed their lips firmly together.
A faint choking sound came from Cassian's direction, and I tore my gaze away from my two males to look at him, a laugh bubbling up at the expression on his face. “Yes, Rhys knows,” I teased, finally answering his question. He gaped at me, then back at the other two, who were still entwined. “You’re starting to make me feel left out,” I complained, and they broke apart at last, Azriel’s hand lingering on Rhys’s hip.
“What… you… when…?” Cassian’s jaw worked as he tried to get out a complete thought.
“Take your time, Cass, I know words are hard for you,” Rhys drawled, and Cassian scowled and flipped him off.
“How long has this” - he gestured between the three of us - “been going on?” he demanded.
“Several months now,” my mate replied calmly, then continued as Cassian opened his mouth again to demand more answers. “As it turns out, if you tease Feyre enough about having two males at her disposal, she’ll eventually decide she wants to try it.” My cheeks heated as all three sets of eyes landed on me, but I kept my chin high.
“And you picked him?” Cassian went on, nodding at Azriel. “You know I would have been happy to warm your bed, Feyre.”
I raised my eyebrows at him as I gave him a long, assessing look. Sure, Cassian was objectively attractive, but he wasn’t only Rhys and Az’s brother, he was mine too. “Cass, I love you, but absolutely not,” I replied, shaking my head. “For one thing, you don’t know the meaning of the word ‘subtle’ and the whole Court would have known about it within a week.” He looked deeply offended, but I continued on before he could get a word in edgewise. “For another, I know you and I don’t feel that way about each other, so it would have just been awkward for everyone.” I put my hands on my hips, daring him to argue with me, but he wisely remained silent. “And finally, Azriel is prettier than you.”
Soft chuckles floated across the room from both Rhys and Az, and Cassian looked torn between affront and amusement before the latter won out and he reluctantly joined in. He raised his hands in surrender, his gaze still flitting between the three of us. "So how does it work between you?" he asked.
A giggle worked its way out of my mouth, and Rhys grinned. "Surely you don't need me to explain the mechanics of two males and one female in bed together, Cassian," he teased, drawing Azriel over to where I stood. "Although if you stick around long enough, you might get a practical demonstration."
I elbowed him in the ribs as Cassian grimaced, his face twisting with distaste. "That's not what I meant, asshole," he snapped. "I just… I've never heard of a mated pair taking a lover before."
Rhys and I looked at each other, then at Azriel, then the three of us shrugged in unison. "We're sort of just making it up as we go," I admitted. "But no matter what happens, we will always be family."
Even I wasn't sure that really explained anything, but Cassian seemed to accept it as he finally nodded. "Well I already kicked Rhys's ass for you, so you just let me know if I ever need to do the same to Az," he said at last.
I stepped forward and kissed his cheek in thanks, grabbing his hand and squeezing tightly before retreating back to Rhys and Az. "We should probably get going, before someone else decides they want to pick a fight with one of us," I announced, and Rhys's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Someone else?" he asked, voice soft, and I knew that was our cue to leave before he decided to mist the entire population of Windhaven.
"I'll tell you when we get home." I grabbed his hand and Azriel's, looking over my shoulder at Cassian. "Bye Cass, come see us soon, love you!" He blew us all a kiss and winked, and I winnowed us back to our bedroom in Velaris.
"What did you mean, someone else?" Rhys demanded the moment we emerged from the shadows between places, his tone laced with rising anger. I shared a quick glance with Az, who seemed more than willing to let me handle this, so I sighed and grabbed both of Rhys's hands with my own.
"It's easier if I just show you," I said, looking up into his stormy violet eyes, and I dropped my shields to let him in to see my memory of the confrontation. I showed him how the group of males had appeared before us, the things their leader had said and how I had taken control of him, even let him feel the thrill of having him in my power, although I was less than proud of it. When I reached the end, he pulled me into his arms, crushing me tightly to his chest as he buried his face in my hair.
"I'm so sorry you had to face those males, Darling," he murmured. "I hate that you had to deal with them."
“I kind of liked watching her deal with them,” Azriel volunteered, his voice deep with rekindling desire.
“I see that,” my mate replied as I showed him my memory of Azriel’s face, how his pupils nearly swallowed the hazel of his irises. Rhys ducked his head to press kisses down my jaw, nipping softly at my ear. “I, too, find a strong female incredibly arousing.” He rolled his hips against me, and I felt the truth of his statement brushing against my stomach.
“Is that so?” I asked, sliding one hand down his chest to palm him through his pants. Rhys usually preferred to be in control in the bedroom, no doubt a product of the decades he had spent serving Amarantha, but on rare occasion, when his duties as High Lord became overwhelming, he preferred to let me lead. I suspected this was one of those times, so I decided to test the waters. “Why don’t you get undressed for me, then?” I suggested.
Rhys abruptly pulled away from me and I looked up at him in alarm, but his eyes were already half-glazed as he quickly shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it aside before starting in earnest on the buttons of his shirt. I grinned at his quick compliance, then glanced over at the shadowsinger. “You too, Azriel,” I ordered, and he dutifully began shedding his own layers.
I kept my eyes on them as I kicked off my shoes and tugged off my own jacket, but left my shirt and pants. In moments, they both stood before me in nothing but their skin, awaiting my next command. I took my time drinking in the view of their beautiful bodies, their hard lengths straining toward me, before I turned and climbed up onto the bed, settling on my back against the pillows at the top.
Azriel raised his leg as though to follow me onto the mattress, but I stopped him with a raised hand. “No, Az, you’re going to suck the High Lord's cock, and I’m going to watch.”
The thick scent of male arousal filled the room as he obeyed, dropping to his knees and turning Rhys toward him so I had a good view of them both from where I lay. Rhys whimpered as Azriel’s tongue darted out to taste him, his hands immediately twining into his hair. “Be good, Rhys,” I warned as Azriel took his length fully inside his mouth.
The groan that Rhys let out as Azriel swallowed him whole had me reaching for the buttons on my own pants, flicking them open so I could slide one hand into my undergarments, the other creeping up under my shirt to grasp and pinch at my breast. My breathing came harder as I teased myself, applying enough pressure with the fingers between my thighs to ease the ache, but not enough to work me up toward a climax. I sighed - a soft, breathy sound - and Rhys stiffened, whipping his head around toward me. His nostrils flared as he took in the positions of my hands beneath my clothing, his expression almost pained.
"Let me see, Feyre," he demanded, and Azriel pulled away to look over at me as well. I just raised an eyebrow at him, reminding him exactly who was in charge as I continued touching myself. "Please," he added.
"No," I replied, jerking my chin at the pair of them. "Keep going."
Rhys's eyes stayed locked on me as Azriel returned to his task, my skin heating under the intensity of his stare. The soft slurping sounds coming from Azriel were obscene, and the sight of my mate's cock disappearing between his swollen lips made me increase the pace and pressure of my fingers as they drew tight circles right above my entrance.
"Are you wet, Darling?" Rhys asked as he thrust his hips gently, using his grip on Azriel's hair to hold his head steady.
I nodded as I slipped one finger across my slick folds; truthfully, I had been since the moment Azriel stared at me with naked desire back at Windhaven. My eyes dropped to the male in question, who was watching me even as Rhys fucked his mouth. I moaned as a familiar tension began to build at the base of my spine.
“That’s it, Feyre,” Rhys panted between thrusts. “Want to watch you come. Will you do that for me, Darling?”
Damn him, he knew exactly the effect his words had on me. I vaguely noticed how tightly the hand on my breast was clenched as I worked the other at a feverish pace, wanting to give my mate everything he asked for. He groaned as I shut my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze any longer, and the low sound triggered my release. I shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over me, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as I slowed the movements of my fingers to a crawl, just enough to be pleasurable through the aftershocks of my climax.
My eyes fluttered open just in time to watch Rhys spill into Azriel’s mouth, his muscles tightening as he stiffened and pulled the shadowsinger’s face flush with his stomach. “Fuck,” he muttered, his gaze finally returning to the male before him, and he tenderly stroked Azriel’s jaw. “So good to me,” he murmured as he withdrew entirely, catching a small drop of his release that had escaped and pushing it back into Azriel’s mouth with his thumb.
My core clenched at the sight, and suddenly I was wearing far too many clothes. I shoved my pants and underwear down in one movement, tossing them both aside, and pulled my shirt over my head to leave me bare to the two pairs of eyes that were now trained on me. Azriel still knelt in front of Rhys, who wore a satisfied smirk, and both looked at me expectantly.
“Come here, Az,” I purred, my voice low and husky, and he quickly obeyed, rising to his feet and rounding the bed to stand in front of me. I took his erection in hand, stroking slowly and drawing a low groan from the back of his throat. “Rhys,” I began conversationally. “Why don’t you have a seat?” I gestured at an armchair near the fireplace. “Az and I are going to put on a little show for you.”
He grinned, and with a wave of his hand the chair appeared behind him. He settled into it, regal as any king, and his cock twitched with renewed interest. “Azriel, be a dear and make sure Rhys doesn’t interrupt us, would you?” I requested.
Four shadows detached themselves from the hollows of Azriel’s wings and flew over to where Rhys now sat, wrapping around his wrists and ankles and tethering him to the chair. Rhys opened his mouth as if to argue, but closed it again as I raised an eyebrow at him.
“What else would you have me do, my Lady?” Azriel asked in that midnight voice of his, drawing my attention back to him.
I gave his cock one last squeeze before letting go. “Lie down, on your back, with your head toward the end of the bed.”
He complied instantly, shuffling his wings so they lay comfortably to either side of him, then looked up at me expectantly. I straddled his prone form, his hands coming to rest on my thighs, and I ground our hips together as I blew Rhys a kiss. Azriel groaned as his solid length rubbed against my wet heat, and I leaned down to capture the sound with my mouth. He opened for me at the first touch of my tongue, his lips pliant against mine, and he tasted like Rhys and sex. I rolled my hips, suddenly desperate for more friction.
Bracing my hands on Azriel’s broad chest, I sat back up to find Rhys watching us intently, his hands curled into fists and eyes dark. I dropped my gaze to his lap, where the evidence that he was enjoying being a voyeur was on full display, and decided to up the ante. Without breaking eye contact with my mate, I reached down to grasp Azriel’s cock, positioning it at my entrance. I slowly lowered down onto him, enjoying both the stretch as he filled me completely and the burning desire written across Rhys’s face.
“Touch me,” I breathed as I raised and lowered myself, and Azriel’s hands immediately swept up to my breasts, pinching and kneading just the way I liked. I threw my head back in pleasure, drowning in sensation as I sped up my movements.
Rhys cursed from his chair, his arms and legs straining against Azriel’s shadows. “Fuck, Feyre, you look so good bouncing on his cock. Does he feel good, Darling? Is he filling you up like you deserve?”
I whined an affirmative as Azriel thrust upward, matching the motion of my hips and hitting a spot deep inside me that had stars dancing across my vision. He dropped one hand to the crease of my hip, his thumb resting at the apex of my thighs, providing the perfect spot for me to grind against as I began to chase my pleasure once more.
“How does she feel, Az?” Rhys asked, a note of pleading in his voice. “Is she soft and wet for you?”
I looked down and found an expression of intense concentration on the shadowsinger’s face as he focused single-mindedly on satisfying me. “Fucking perfect,” he growled, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust, and I mewled, riding him even faster.
“That’s it, Feyre, let me see you come on his cock,” Rhys wheedled. “So beautiful, just perfect…” I lost track of the litany of praises from my mate amidst the rising wave of my climax, my eyes locked onto the hazel ones below me.
“Come for me,” Azriel murmured, a command I was helpless to refuse. My rhythm faltered as I obeyed, slumping forward onto Azriel’s chest as I squeezed my eyes shut and shattered around him. “Good girl,” he whispered, and I distantly realized I had lost control of the situation, but found it impossible to care as the final waves of my climax washed over me. Azriel stroked a comforting hand down my spine, holding me gently as I came back down from my high.
When the feeling returned to my body, the first thing I noticed was that Azriel was still hard inside me, although he held perfectly still as I shifted in his arms. The second was that Rhys was still talking, small snippets finally registering as my brain caught up with the rest of me. “...please Feyre, let me join you, let me make you feel so good…”
“You can let him go now,” I muttered against Azriel’s neck, and I felt him smile in response. Moments later, the bed dipped behind me, Rhys’s lips attaching themselves to my shoulder as his hands ghosted over the globes of my ass.
“Can you handle a little more, Darling?” he asked as a finger teased over my rear entrance.
I nodded, my face still buried against Azriel’s skin, and moments later that same finger, now covered in oil, returned and started working its way into me. I squirmed against the pressure, and Azriel smoothed a hand through my hair, making low, soothing sounds. “You’re so good to us, Feyre,” he murmured as Rhys stretched me open. “Such a good girl, riding my cock, letting me take care of Rhys. Now we’re going to take care of you, yeah?”
All I could do was nod as they jostled me into position, my body still boneless between them as Rhys withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. I fisted my hands in the sheets on either side of Azriel’s head as he pressed in, inch by inch, until I was so full I could barely stand the pressure. “There you go, you’re okay,” Azriel crooned. “Can we move, love?”
In reply I rocked back slightly, making all three of us gasp in pleasure. “Oh fuck, she’s squeezing me so hard,” Rhys gritted out. “Not gonna last very long.” He rolled his hips experimentally, and I could feel every hard ridge of him moving inside me.
His hands landed on my hips and Azriel’s moved to my waist, both of them holding me in place as they alternated thrusts, making sure I was never empty. I lost all sense of where I was, of who I was, as I succumbed to the pleasure they gave me, the sensation of being surrounded and worshipped by the two people I loved most in the world. Rhys grunted with each flex of his hips, signaling how close he was to release, and though Azriel was silent I could feel the tension in his body beneath me.
“Come on, Feyre, you can give us one more, can’t you?” Azriel asked, panting slightly.
I shook my head. I was overwhelmed; as good as they both felt, it was too much.
“Yes you can, Darling,” Rhys argued, and I felt his mental claws tapping at my shields. I dropped them for him, and he was instantly everywhere, a new wave of pleasure flooding my senses as the very essence of his being melded with mine, coaxing and stroking and working me higher.
I cried out, a wordless, strangled sound, as Rhys sunk his teeth into the junction of my neck and shoulder, barely hanging on to consciousness as a third climax barreled through me. Rhys cursed as I dragged him with me into oblivion, enmeshed as he was in my mind, and Azriel followed right after as he watched both of us peak above him.
The three of us lay there for seconds or minutes or hours, a sated, sweaty mess, before Rhys withdrew and rolled onto his side. I trembled from head to toe with exhaustion and sudden chill from the lack of his warmth at my back. Azriel pushed back my hair to try and look at my face, but I kept it buried in his neck. “Feyre, can you look at me?” he asked.
“No,” I answered honestly, my voice a hoarse rasp. I couldn’t move a muscle if I tried. Gentle hands wrapped around my waist and I found myself hoisted into Rhys’s arms, my head falling heavily onto his shoulder.
“Are you alright, Darling?” Concern filled his voice, and I managed to open my eyes enough to see the genuine worry clouding his face.
“Amazing,” I croaked, my eyes drooping shut again, and a low rumble of a laugh shook Rhys’s chest. The thought of getting cleaned up vaguely crossed my mind, but I was just so tired…
“Go ahead and sleep, Feyre. We’ve got you.” Azriel’s voice was faint, like he was far away, but even so I knew the truth of his words. Today, tomorrow, and in a hundred years they would still be true, no matter what happened, so I snuggled closer and finally allowed myself to drift away.