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Nesta ran down the streets, hood pulled tightly over her head to hide her face in the dim glow of the fae lights. It was cooling down as night settled in, but was still warm from the hot summer’s day, and loose curls of hair stuck to Nesta’s neck and forehead as she moved. She ran quickly through the darkness, only the lamps lining the cobblestone walkways casting light at this late hour, the sun long-since set behind the vast and looming mountains of Velaris.
She could hear the sounds of revelry from a tavern in the distance as she drew closer, the subjects of the city drinking and enjoying themselves without having any idea of what was occurring nearly right outside the doors of the establishment. She rushed past the well-lit windows, trying to stick mostly to the shadows of the closed businesses nearby. She was near-panting from exertion, the erratic breaths rushing from her chest from both the movement and adrenaline. They seemed to echo off the street as the blood rushed through her ears.
Once she cleared the stretch of bright lights and loud noises, she ducked into a dark alleyway, pressingly tightly up against the wall to blend into the night while she did her best to calm her racing heart. Her skin was clammy with sweat as she pressed her fingers to the brick walls behind her, her chest rising and falling violently as she gasped to fill her lungs. She hadn’t considered that she’d get this far when she decided to run, assuming one way or another that they would track her down.
She had known the odds were against her–they always were–but after today, she had to try.
She screwed her eyes shut, trying hard not to think too much about it, her heart still erratically thumping like a running hare in her chest. She opened her eyes slowly, tipping her head back against the hard, rough wall of the alley and looking up at the night sky, painted with a smattering of stars.
She was listening carefully for any sounds when she felt it.
The lightest caress.
It might have even been mistaken for the sweeping of her skirts by anyone else.
But she was not anyone else. And she knew the feeling of that cold, shadowy touch.
“Shit.”
She was off running again without hesitation, feet pounding on the stones as she sprinted farther and farther from the city center, the lights growing more rare as she made her way to the residential outskirts near the tail of the Sidra – away from the House of Wind and the glowing lights and the revelry and the person she had to be in the light of day.
Nesta. Nestaaaaa.
She swore she could hear the voices whispering, taunting, as she upped her pace, low and quiet and distorted in her ears. Her breath caught painfully in her throat as she ran harder, trying desperately not to give in to the urge to look behind her at what followed.
Was that a figure up ahead in the dark? Did she hear the flapping of wings overhead? Were the shadows beneath the fae lights shifting?
Her panic sent prickles all over her skin, the paranoia heightening all of her senses as she pushed her abilities to the absolute limit while she ran like the wind.
Almost there. Almost.
Her legs, twined thick with hard-earned muscle pumped wildly, her feet slapping loudly against the cobblestones. She could see the house at the end of the street, the great oak doors of the sanctuary familiar to her. She felt the sweat coating her back as she sprinted, the bouncing curls sticking to her forehead and cooling with the breeze.
Just a little further.
Ten more steps, eight, five.
WHAM.
Something slammed into Nesta’s waist, ripping her back like a pull cord and punching the air from her lungs.
“NO–” she went to yell, but her mouth was immediately shut with a hand clamped over it.
The shadows wrapped around her wrists without hesitation, pulling tightly and looping around her hips and feet until she was completely imobile, the harsh stop and adrenaline enough to momentarily disorient her.
The voice spoke low and dangerously in her ear.
“You almost beat us this time.”
“Mmmph,” she garbled through the shadow as he laughed, dark and low, the smell of cinders and cold mountain air enveloping her entirely. Then she was ripping through the cold air of time and space, falling back into darkness with nothing but the tether of his hands on her to keep her stable.
Her feet landed harshly, knees almost buckling, but the presence at her back was a steady weight, holding her still and firm.
It was still dark, the lack of light making her blink hard as she tried desperately to reorient herself, the strong hands pressing in on her biceps.
“Hello, Nes,” spoke a deep voice in the dark. It was not her captor, but another. In the dim light from the window, she could see the silhouette of a massive set of wings, her body shuddering in response. Goosebumps rose over every inch of her as the lips belonging to the male behind her met her ear.
“Gave us quite the chase this time, hm?” He nipped at it harshly, sending a bolt of white hot arousal straight to her core.
Nesta loved the chase, but she loved it even more when she was caught.
Her pulse was still hammering from running, and the massive male taking precise, predatory steps towards her wasn't helping matters. Cassian stopped so close to her that she had to tip her head back onto Azriel's shoulder to look into his eyes. He smelled of the air before snow and the camphor trees that used to line her family’s property in the human realms. She inhaled deeply.
“Hello, Cass,” she exhaled, not sounding nearly as teasing as she intended, her voice left breathless with want.
“I think she's glad she lost, brother.” She closed her eyes at the sound of his voice, the promise in the low timbre of it made every nerve ending within her come alive. She could feel herself practically dripping down her thighs.
“I think you're right.” Cassian's hands came up to her chest, slowly pulling the button from the hooded cloak and pulling it from her shoulders as Azriel stepped back to let it fall to the ground. She gasped at the cool air on her back, her thin dress doing very little to keep her skin from prickling at the sudden loss of heat, but Azriel’s rough hands were already at her neck, undoing each button of the dress. He moved tortuously slowly as though they had all the time in the world, and Nesta let her head fall forward, her forehead grazing Cassian's chest as she bit back a frustrated whine.
“Ah ah ah, Ness. You know the rules. You lose, and we're in control for the night.” He grabbed her chin gently but firmly between his thumb and forefinger, pulling her up to face him in the dark room.
She could see his hazel eyes now that her fae vision had adjusted, the primal hunger barely contained within them as they focused solely on her. She trembled with anticipation.
“Doesn't she smell lovely when she's wet for us?” Azriel asked. She sighed, eyes shuttering closed at the crude words.
“If I touch you, sweetheart, will you be dripping?” She did whine then, her back arching at their heated language.
“Words, Nesta. Use your words.”
She pulled her lips between her teeth, a smile spreading across her face and eyes glittering.
“Is that how it's going to be tonight?” Azriel’s words poured out like honey across her skin as he ghosted his mouth across the tender space where neck met shoulder. She shivered with the muscle memory of him sinking his teeth into just that spot, as he so often did. Nesta pushed herself back against him in response, wiggling her ass against his erection and catching him enough by surprise that she got to revel in the small gasp he let out before reeling himself back in.
Azriel liked control, too.
He pulled her dress roughly down her shoulders, hands bunching the fabric as he slid it over the swell of her hips and ass. She heard Cassian bite back a groan to find there was nothing beneath it and she grinned.
Exactly as she'd planned.
“Naughty girl.”
She could hear Azriel’s wings crack out as his shadows wrapped back around her wrists and pulled taught, the last thing she saw before her vision went dark was the hazel of Cassian's eyes nearly being eaten by his blown out pupils. She loved the cool feeling of the shadows on her body, her nipples pebbling harshly in response while Azriel pulled her harshly back against his chest, bare now and hot against her. “That’s my pretty girl, Nesta.”
She could feel one of his hands winding up across her chest, teasing her nipples as he passed them to brace his massive palm across the expanse of her throat. She tipped her head back further, exposing her entire neck to him, and he bit back a moan at the wanton display of trust. She couldn’t stifle her smile hearing it, knowing she'd been the one to rip the delicious noise from him. Cassian was lifting her leg by the ankle, pressing kisses far too softly for the feral nature of this situation up the expanse of her bare leg. She shuddered at the feeling, writhing back again into Azriel, who firmly pressed those sharp canines against her neck, his thumb in the hollow of her throat.
Cassian’s warm breaths and gentle lips skirted up the inside of her leg, finally stopping to tease her inner thighs. She sighed as she felt his warm exhales against her, the sensitivity and anticipation making her push up on tip toes with her other foot, bucking her hips forward for any sort of friction to relieve the ache that was building, building, building.
“Not until we say so, love. Be a good girl and listen.”
She whined but acquiesced, trying her best to relax back into Azriel as Cassian put the first leg over his shoulder and began the process anew with the other. While Cassian pressed featherlight kisses to her skin, Azriel’s warm, rough hands made their way to her breasts, kneading them and twirling his thumb and forefinger around her nipples while she gasped for air. By the time Cassian had made his way back up to her sex, she was a writhing mess. She could feel Azriel’s cock, painfully hard and pressed between the cheeks of her ass, the sheer size of him never failing to take her breath away.
“Oh, sweetheart. You're an absolute mess,” murmured Cassian as he used his thumbs to spread her out in front of him. She wanted to throw a sharp retort out, the pressure and anticipation riding her hard and making her want to snap. But the second she opened her mouth, Cassian’s warm tongue laved against her slit, and her words became a warbled moan ripped forth from her throat.
“That's right, baby girl. Tell us how you like it.” Azriel’s voice in her ear rumbled, his deft, elegant fingers still playing with her tits while Cassian feasted upon her like she was his final meal. Years of being mated to him meant she knew damn well how good he was at this, but even if he’d done it every single day, Nesta knew she would never tire of it.
Her hand reached down into Cassian’s tousled curls, her nails scratching at his scalp as he let out a deep groan that vibrated against her, her thighs shaking with the impact of it. She reached her other hand back above her head, searching for Azriel, too.
“I'm here, Nes.” She shivered, loving the pet name she'd only ever allow the two of them to use falling easily, familiarly, from his lips. “Do you like this? Watching us both worship your body?” She nodded hastily, her lip caught between her teeth and brow furrowed as she rocketed towards her high, the arousal building in her stomach like a lightning strike.
Cassian began to draw tight circles against her clit with his tongue, pausing only to insert one finger, then another as Nesta began to lose control. Azriel moved one hand back to her throat, squeezing just enough to blur the edges of her vision and make her yearn for both more air and more pressure, simply more, more, more.
Cassian removed his fingers from her, and she fought the urge to cry out, gritting her teeth against the near anguish she felt at being pulled back from so close to the edge. But then Cassian reached between her legs, and she heard the sharp intake of breath from Azriel right at her ear as she felt the movement between her thighs. He positioned the head of Azriel's cock right between her slick folds, pressing it close with his fingers as Azriel thrust slowly back and forth, small noises leaving him as though each were painstakingly pulled from his chest.
Then Cassian's mouth was on her again, bringing her right back to that precipice as though he'd never stopped at all. He laved at her clit, tongue alternating between precision-sharp licks and long lashes of his flattened tongue, occasionally moving lower and using that sinful mouth on the crown of Azriel's cock as it pushed forward then drew back. The puffs of air in Nesta's ear from Azriel's lips were like an erotic song, too lost in his pleasure to hold them back in that controlled way he favored. She loved to see the Spymaster so undone, so unraveled by her and her mate's ministrations that he couldn't hold himself back, the unmeasured breaths proof of their sensual activities in the dark.
She could feel his abs shuddering at her back, tensing as he too climbed to the precipice of his pleasure, Cassian's trained mouth on both of them.
She decided to play.
Nesta began to writhe back on him, pushing her ass into him and grinding her wet cunt along his cock. The feeling was almost too much for her, and she could feel her own grip slipping as she released a loud, ragged moan, Azriel's fingers tightening on her hips now. She hoped they left bruises.
“Do you like that, Shadowsinger?” She murmured in a low voice as she fucked her mate's face, her other hand snaking up to grab onto the hair at the nape of Azriel's neck. “Do you like the feeling of my wet cunt and his hot mouth at the same time? I do.” He groaned, deep in his chest, the vibrations shaking against her back and waking that sleeping beast inside her even further.
“Bad girl, Nesta.” He breathed into her ear, biting down harshly on her neck right as Cassian sucked her clit into his mouth, and she was lost.
She was only vaguely aware of her screaming as her pleasure rolled out harsh like a thunderclap through her spine, the feelings spiraling out of control as she came back to. She could hear both males breathing heavily, could distantly tell she was being moved as she was laid down gently by the two, Azriel a warm presence at the front of her body and Cassian stroking down her sides and spine as the shadow lifted from her vision.
“Now, now, Nesta. You broke the rules. What do we do when the rules are broken?”
She looked up at Azriel with beseeching, wide eyes as Cassian left hot, open mouthed kisses down the side of her neck. She sighed, letting her eyes slide closed as his broad, calloused fingers found her nipples, twisting and pulling them just enough to border between pleasure and pain.
Azriel grabbed her jaw tightly, causing her eyes to shoot open.
“Eyes on me. I think she needs to be punished, Cassian. Don't you?” She could feel Cassian's emphatic nod from behind her, moaning as his teeth grazed her exposed throat. She bared it further to him. “Do you need punishment, sweetheart?” She took her lower lip between her teeth, smiling ferally up at him and nodding, and he struggled to keep his eyes from rolling back.
She reached behind her, elegant fingers seeking Cassian's length. She tipped her head back, eyes finding his. “Can I?” His pupils dilated, hungry eyes turning near predatory at her question. He all but growled his affirmative answer, the breath whooshing from him as she gripped him firmly. “And you?” She whispered as her forehead found Azriel's chest. She felt him nod against her, unwilling to risk words.
She loved to see them both so undone for her, worshiping at her altar, their worlds and focus centered in on her and her alone. She gripped them both in tandem, their impressive erections too large to allow her to wrap her hand fully around either. She'd been thinking about this nonstop since today, one of the rare training days where Azriel and Cassian sparred no holds barred. It wasn't often they sparred together during instruction without holding back, but the nights always ended like this when they did.
She paused momentarily to both of their audible objections, only to earn groans from them both as she licked each hand liberally and then returned to her chosen duty with vigor. Cassian bowed his head against her shoulder, while Azriel tucked her head beneath his chin, the three of them sweating, breathing, moving as one. Their hands roamed her skin, fingers grabbing and grasping until they found their destinations, Cassian’s slipping around her body to rub her clit again, making her push back and lose her rhythm while he laughed in her ear.
“We promised to share, right?” Azriel’s hands skirted over her sides, grazing her breasts when she arched and moving them up to her shoulders then over them.
“Open.” Nesta thought the Spymaster was talking to her, eyes finding his, but instead she found his hands passing her mouth, moving to Cassian’s. She watched Cassian take Azriel’s elegant fingers into his mouth, sucking deeply and rolling his tongue around them. As soon as he pulled off with a responding pop through the room, Azriel's fingers were moving south down Nesta's writhing body, the tight, circular movements of Cassian's fingers on her clit already rapidly bringing her towards her climax.
When Azriel's fingers dipped between the cheeks of her ass, that ridged, cool caress slipping gingerly into her, she moaned into the open air, no reservations as she let them hear how their touches affected her so thoroughly. They worked her in tandem, the lewd sounds of their hands and bodies moving in time with each other filling the air.
“Look at her coming apart for us again. Do you like that Nesta? Do you want more?”
She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as she barrelled towards the precipice, gripping them both in her hands.
“Tell us,” came Cassian's rough snarl from behind her.
“Please, gods please.” She was delirious with the pleasure.
“You're so pretty when you beg.”
Nesta whined, the feelings becoming overwhelming as she was shoved violently over the edge, doubling down both her grip and her efforts in the frenzy as she came a second time. She could hear both males groaning, the three of them pressed tightly against each other.
“Come on me. Cover me in it. Mark me and make me yours.” She whispered roughly, and that was all it took. The two Illyrians let go, both moaning into her neck as they did, their hot spend roping out onto her body while their harsh breaths mingled in the air.
She could feel their fingers release from her, could hear their hushed breaths as the two of them caressed both each other and her own body in between them.
“I hope you boys aren't tired,” Nesta breathed out teasingly. “My turn.”
“But you lost!” Cassian corrected sleepily, half sitting and looking at her accusingly.
“And the deal is winner gets control until all of us cum. Now, I'm pretty sure we've done that,” she gestured to herself. “Now it's my turn.” Her grin was wicked as she sat up between the two, still covered in both of them as she turned to crawl.
“Where do you want us, Nes?”
“Depends, Cass, do you want to be in my cunt or my mouth.” His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the question, groaning at her crude language.
“Give me that pretty cunt, sweetheart.”
“Lay down on the bed.” He did and she threw her leg over his hips, straddling him and hovering over his cock which had already hardened back to attention and was currently bobbing against his stomach. “Az, up here.” Azriel came to stand near Cassian's head on the bed, towering above them with massive wings flaring. Despite two rolling orgasms, Nesta's arousal was potent in the air around them as she lined herself up over Cassian’s cock. She reached down, swiping it once then again through her soaked folds while Cassian used his thumbs to spread her wide.
“Look at that pretty pink pussy–” Nesta cut him off by pulling a gasp from his lips as she abruptly sank down on him, rolling her hips as she reached the bottom, skin meeting skin. His fingers gripped her hips relentlessly, driving up into her immediately to meet her thrust for thrust as she took Azriel's impressive length into her mouth, swallowing around him until she gagged.
He laughed above her, low and rough, as the tears gathered in her eyes and his rough fingers collected her loose curls.
“Do you like it when I fuck your face, love? Is that what you want?” She nodded, lips still spread wide around him. Despite his callous tone, he rocked forward gently at first, allowing her throat to adjust to the motion before he picked up the pace. Cassian shifted his next thrust just enough that she moaned abruptly around Azriel, making him buck in return.
This was it, all she wanted or needed in this immortal life: these two Illyrians who loved and cherished her and the wicked games the three of them played together.
She pulled off Azriel, panting, his dark eyes focused on her.
“Is this where you want to finish, Shadowsinger?” The challenge in her voice revealed where she would like him to finish, and he met her teasing with a wild smile, his eyes predatory and focused. No other words were exchanged as he made his way off the bed, pulling open the wooden bedside drawer, grabbing a bottle, and making his way behind her on the bed. He’d already worked her open earlier, but he spread the oil along his fingers, dancing them teasingly around her ass.
She focused instead on Cassian, her lover, her mate, laid out beneath her as she rode him, his stomach muscles tensing beneath her in the low light of the moon through the windows. She dragged her nails up and down his chest, drawing a gasping noise from him as he tipped his head back into the pillows, his onyx hair a sharp contrast to the white satin.
“Gods, Nesta…” His pleading drove her wild, pushing her to grind down even harder against him until Azriel’s hand on her hip made her still. Cassian took the opportunity to breathe while Azriel lined himself up with Nesta, holding her gently as he pushed slowly into her. It was nearly too much, as it always was, the sensation of them both inside of her at once. Even stilled here together, she was overwhelmingly, completely, entirely full of them, and she couldn’t stop the low moaning that left her lips if she’d wanted to.
“Move,” she gasped, trying to do it herself for the friction, but they had already begun. They weaved in tandem.
In, out, in, out.
Sawing her in a motion that was unmatched by any other feeling in the world.
She looked down with eyes heavily lidded with lust to find Cassian staring up at her with awe and reverence, his mouth slightly agape.
“Beautiful.” And if she hadn’t been so flushed already, she would have blushed at the words. Azriel moved behind her and pulled the hair off her shoulder, kissing and dragging sharp teeth down her neck once more. She was impossibly close again, her thighs tensing almost painfully with the pleasure rushing through her veins. She shivered between them, and she felt their responding sounds as they both tried their hardest to hold on.
“One more for us, Lady Death?” Cassian gritted out between tensed teeth, moving his hand to her front once more to tease her sopping clit.
“Oh, fuck–” she screamed her release to the world, the sensation barreling through her like a canon through the skies. She was distantly aware of Azriel reaching down around her, gently stroking Cassian’s wing, her whole body lighting up as he cried out, thrusting up into her one final time and filling her with hot ropes of cum. Finally, Azriel wrapped his arms tightly around Nesta’s waist, pounding erratic, feral pumps into her until with a ragged groan he too emptied into her, the three collapsing together onto the sheets below.
They were a sweating mass of bodies and deep breaths as they rolled to the side, their cum slipping out of Nesta as they did. She was loose and boneless in her pleasure, snuggling down into the blankets beneath them. She pressed her face into the pillow and must have drifted, coming back to, but not bothering to open her eyes as the bed dipped in front of her and she felt a warm cloth cleaning her up. She was oversensitive, twitching beneath it as the male above her laughed.
Cassian, it was Cassian.
She would know either of their laughs even in the darkest of nights.
“Did we wear you out, love?” That was Azriel, cuddling into her back and sighing the words into her hair as he so often did afterwards. Decades of these trysts had led her to know their habits, their wants and needs, as well as her own. She remembered how surprised she’d been to learn that Az was the cuddler of the group, but not disappointed. The bed dipped again as Cassian got under the covers with them both in their massive bed, tucking in and wrapping an arm around her waist to brush his fingers against Azriel’s side.
She was glad they’d bought this townhouse as a small, unknown reprieve from their permanent residence in the House of Wind. Whenever they needed to get away, to play, they always had somewhere to go.
“Love you, boys.” The words came easier to her now, the years softening some of the jagged, brutal edges that had formed back when she’d been human.
“Love you both,” Cassian murmured, pushing her hair off her brow and placing a lazy kiss to it.
“Mmmph mm nnhg,” Az grumbled, his lips pressed to Nesta’s neck and already halfway to sleep. She understood the sentiment, sighing contentedly.
She let sleep take her, the exhaustion of the night catching up to her now in the place she felt safest.
She’d take these games of theirs any day.