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Aedion:
Aedion never thought he would find himself back at the taverns in Rifthold, but with Aelin and Rowan staying at the Westfall's townhome so Yrene could keep an eye on her during the pregnancy, Lysandra had insisted they come with.
The tavern they went to was nicer than he had previously frequented, and they were able to get a table in the far back, away from prying eyes.
Tonight was a celebration, it had been five years since the war and though his queen could not celebrate with them she was more than happy to see them off.
"I'm getting another; these are weaker than I remember. Do you want anything?" Lysandra's voice called over the clamor of voices, and Aedion shrugged giving her a grin.
"Since the king was so generous to front the bill, I'll gladly accept that."
She rolled her eyes at him as she stood from the booth, grabbing his half-full mug of ale and downing it in a single gulp.
"Men and their grudges." She leaned down to kiss him, a smile playing on her lips.
He laughed against her.
"Nothing so trivial. I'm merely paying him back for cheating during the last hunt."
She pulled back and shoved his shoulder gently.
"Oh please, just because you're a sore loser doesn't mean he is a cheat. I'm sure Manon runs him ragged with training. Pretty sure she'd have his head if he lost."
Lysandra's head cocked as if hearing something and blinked, murmuring, "Wryd, that timing, hold that thought." Before disappearing to the front where the bar sat.
Aedion frowned, shrugging to himself as he leaned his head back against the plush leather seat.
Lysandra appeared a minute later and he started up at a raven-haired Crochan witch and the Queen of the Witches herself.
"Look what the cat dragged in." Aedion nodded in greeting and Lsyandra gave him an unimpressed look at his attempt at a joke. "And who's your friend?"
The female at her side gave a nod, she was pretty and looked about Manon’s age. A knowing grin playing along her lips gave Aeidon pause.
"A friend." She said simply, and they went to sit at the opposite side of the booth, drinks in hand.
The Chrocan gestured for the queen to go first and Manon gave a look that would make most people whither but the other Witch merely continued to smile.
Lysandra sat beside him, placing her hand on his thigh under the table.
"Does this 'friend' have a name."
The female took a sip from her cup and seemed to be mulling it over.
"Nadia."
How she said it made Aeidon look again between the two witches, feeling like he was missing something.
"So," Manon rolled her eyes at her companion and looked to the two across from her. "I assume you are out celebrating; Dorian had said he recommended this place and I for one, and grateful to see you making use of his funds."
Lysandra beamed at her; they'd been fast friends during the many visits to the wastes.
Manon had often stolen her away and forced Aedion into the company of the King of Adarlan who frequented the witch's domain.
"Yes, he's awfully generous." Aedion's tone was dry.
It's true he no longer held any ill will towards Dorian for the past king's misdeeds but they still but heads over the simplest of things.
Their tempers seemed to get the better of them and Lysandra found it quite amusing.
Manon laughed at that, it was a sound Aedion heard infrequently from the queen but more often as the years went by.
"Well, that's not a very prince-like thing to say," Nadia said.
She leaned back and threw her arm to the back of Manon, not touching her but rather resting her arm on the ledge behind and when the queen didn't pull away or make a face at the movement Aedion wondered how close they were.
Lysandra snorted into her drink and it spilled over onto her chin as she giggled.
The sound made Aedion's blood heat and he realized this would be a very awkward moment to get a boner but gods, he loved that sound.
"What?" He asked, passing her a napkin to clean her face of the amber liquid.
She ignored him, her green eyes flicking between the two.
"No way." Her grin was wide and she threw her head back laughing.
Nadia began chuckling at that, but the sound seemed too deep for the petite frame.
"Gods, I was waiting for you to figure it out."
Aedion startled at the sound of the voice and turned back to face the Witch.
Nadia gave him a wicked grin and then in an instant, Dorian Havilliard sat before him.
Lysandra reached across the table and shoved his shoulder, still laughing.
"Oh by the wyrd, I didn't even scent you." She looked back at a stunned Aedion. "You can't tell Aelin about this I'll never hear the end of it if she thinks I was too drunk to smell him."
"You believe my scent to be that pungent?" Dorian brought a hand to his chest in mock hurt, "You wound me, lady."
"Oh please," Lysandra reached for her drink again. "When I can smell the sea though it is miles away, I know I'm bound to see those sapphire eyes lingering about."
Dorian's eyes sparkled and he moved his hand to trail down Manon's back. "I have learned to shield it and I don't linger; I prefer to lurk."
It was Aedion's turn to laugh.
"I was hoping to get to know the Crochan better; a shame it turned out to be you."
"Ouch." Manon drawled, stirring an iron-tipped finger in her drink.
Dorian pulled her closer and she begrudgingly went but Aedion didn't miss the slight softening of her features.
"I don't think I agree with the shift of this conversation, considering I'm the one supplying your habits." Dorian gestured to them with his cup.
"I'm sure this will no doubt put a dent in your pockets," Aedion said.
"If it's anything like our youth I don't doubt it."
"Hopefully, this time we won't try to kill each other." Aedion smiled wolfishly and Dorian returned it.
The king kept his gaze as he took another sip, "Hopefully."
He used that phantom force to pull a few bottles of wine from a passing waitress whom he tipped so generously that she nearly stumbled, but it could have also been from the sight of him as her eyes lingered upon him and Aedion was grateful Manon didn’t note it though he wasn’t sure if she was a jealous type.
Issues aside, Aedion couldn't deny the king's looks.
Lysandra slid closer to him, and Aedion downed the contents of his drink as he prepared for an interesting night.
Lysandra:
Lysandra knew it would be a long night after the 5th bottle of wine, since she figured the varying species and powers at the table left them with the near inability to get inebriated.
She still had a clear head but felt more carefree than usual and her laughs slipped more freely from her lips.
The bar had closed a few hours ago, but there were perks to being out with the ruler of this kingdom.
She had been worried that an argument would spark up between Aedion and Dorian as it so often had with their butting tempers but to her surprise, when she left to relieve herself half an hour ago, Aedion had shifted to his side of the table.
They were deep in conversation, laughing and shoving each other like old friends, though sometimes one shoved a bit forcefully.
She was sitting close to Manon now, their thighs brushing and she was surprised when the Queen didn't pull her leg away. Manon went to refill her and Dorian's cups and Lysandra raised a brow.
"I'll need at least eight more bottles for myself, and then you can begin to worry, as for the princeling, his stamina is.." Manon trailed off and gave a knowing look, and Lysandra threw her head back, laughing, while Manon gave a small smile and it warmed Lysandra to see the slight changes in her over the years.
"Cheers to that." She clinked her glass and drank the contents knowing she was in the same boat with the number of drinks needed and her own “princeling’s” stamina.
"I'm a king, I'll have you know," Dorian said from across the table.
Aedion gave a fake gasp "I had no idea we were in the presence of royalty." He made to stand, his body pressing closer to Dorian's. "Do you wish me to bow?"
"Careful," Manon crooned. "It'll get to his head and soon it’ll be too big to wear the crown."
They all laughed at that and Aedion slapped a hand on the table.
"So, anything you witches do for fun that might interest us?"
Aedion quirked a brow , and Manon leaned forward.
"You couldn't handle it."
"I handle you just fine," Dorian said in a way that nearly made Lysandra blush.
Manon stiffened and batted at an invisible force at her shoulder.
"You're insufferable."
"I love it when you talk dirty to me." He purred.
Lysandra's blood did heat at that and she stretched her leg to graze against Aedion under the table and though he didn't react, she saw a flush creep up his neck.
"So how does that even work?" Aedion said, gesturing to Manon's shoulder.
"Piqued your interest, have I?" Dorian smirked at him.
Aedion rolled his eyes but she noted the flush deepening. "For once, but honestly. Is it...like an actual hand?" He gestured again "Show me."
Suddenly a hair stirred at the nape of Aedion's neck and he stiffened slightly but Lysandra could sense that it was not in fear.
"It is," Dorian said throwing his arm back and taking a sip from his drink. "I can feel your pulse and grab things like I would with my hands." He wiggled his fingers and Lysandra's drink lifted from the table.
She grabbed the cup from the air and rubbed her leg against Aedion's under the table again.
"So, back to these witch games." Lysandra shifted her body to Manon. "Go on."
Manon scoffed, "Oh, no I don't think those games are for this occasion. Those usually didn't end pleasantly for at least one party."
Dorian raised his hand, "Yeah, me. You almost knocked my teeth out the last time I lost."
Aedion guffawed and the king scowled at him though there was no real anger.
Aedion shoved Dorian's shoulder with his, "I think I have a better game."
Dorian turned to look at him, mischief sparking between them.
"Questions and Commands."
"I don't take commands." Manon deadpanned.
"Don't you?" Dorian raised a brow and Lysandra had to commend his poker face.
She'd stared death in the face but none stared back quite like Manon Blackbeak.
"Careful, Princeling." The challenge in her tone had Lysandra shifting closer in her seat, intruiged.
"Scared?" Lysandra said, surprising even herself.
The queen of the witches turned, looking the shifter up and down.
"Never."
Dorian:
"Okay then," He raised the wine to Lysandra in question, and she nodded before he poured. "Ladies first."
"Always the gentlemen," Aedion said beside him in a mocking tone.
"Okay shifter, question or command?"
"Question."
"I have to know, what form is your favorite besides the snow leopard."
"When did you grow so dull?" Aedion grumbled into his drink.
Lysandra seemed to think momentarily before nudging Manon's shoulder with hers.
"A Wyvern."
Dorian raised his drink to her. "Good choice."
Aedion nudged Dorian's drink out of his view and rested his arms on the table again.
"You're next, your majesty." Aedion gestured to Manon, and Dorian sent a phantom touch up her arm and he noted her leaning towards it.
"Question or command?"
Manon didn't hesitate. She held Dorian's gaze with a wicked grin as she answered Aedion's question.
"Command."
He smiled back at her and Aedion let out a low whistle.
"Kiss the king."
She rolled her eyes, and though he'd done it a thousand times before, his blood heated. "You're both dull."
Manon sat up and leaned across the table before gripping Dorian by the collar and dragging him towards her.
He had often been more dominant when it came to their bedroom activities and so she startled him with the fervor in which her mouth met his.
The rest of the room fell away, and he opened his mouth for her; she tasted like wine and smelled of leather, and he groaned.
He felt Aedion stiffen next to him and would have been embarrassed until he felt her iron teeth nip at his lips and felt himself harden in his pants before she roughly shoved him back and sat, licking her lips.
He gave a breathless laugh before turning to Aedion.
"I'll have to thank you for that one." He grinned and took another sip. There was a heated look in Aedion's eyes that surprised Dorian, but he didn't mention it as he continued. "Your turn."
"Command," Aedion said without prompting.
Dorian's grin deepened, and he gestured to Lysandra. "Now, you two."
Aedion, to his credit, didn't hesitate.
Their kiss was softer and Lysandra sighed against him. Dorian's eyes shifted to Manon's at the sound and her foot sought his out. Rubbing up his calf, he stifled a groan.
Aedion stroked her hair back but Lysandra didn't seem to want soft as she pulled him down harder against her.
Dorian had learned more about his magic, about different uses and the heightened senses he learned to use had him scenting arousal. The phantom hand at Manon's shoulder began to trail along her skin, scraping against her.
He felt goosebumps break out and bit his lip as his eyes flicked between the kiss and Manon's still-flushed face.
Aedion sat back and suddenly, the air felt charged. Dorian wasn't sure if it was his magic but he stirred restlessly in his seat.
"Okay, who would like to command me?" He asked, not needing them to ask which option he'd choose.
Lysandra shifted even closer to Manon and cocked her head at the king, her gaze moving between him and Aedion across the table.
A moment passed, and a silent conversation seemed to pass between her and her husband before she met Dorian's gaze again.
"Kiss him."
The room fell quiet and Dorian could hear his heartbeat as he looked to Aedion.
The prince shrugged and waited, holding his gaze.
"I've never-" Dorian began but stopped when he felt Manon's leg brush his, her own arousal kicking up a notch. He took a sharp breath. "Fuck it."
He surged forward, grabbed Aedion's long blonde hair, and pulled his mouth to his.
Dorian hadn't kissed anyone besides Manon in years, had never kissed a male and the first thing he noted was that Aedion tasted like winter.
He gave a surprised gasp and gripped Dorian's shoulder tight, he had meant to go slow, but when Aedion's mouth parted for his, he took the invitation. Manon’s leg brushing his urging him on.
He pulled Aedion’s head back further, their tongue's clashing, his grip tightening in the prince’s hair as a growl rumbled from the his throat.
Dorian smiled against his lips and pulled firm again before sitting back.
Lysandra appeared breathless when he turned to face the two across from him and that charged energy seemed to sharpen.
No one spoke for a moment and Dorian wondered how far this would go, how far he wanted this to go.
"Command or question?" Aedion asked Lysandra, his voice thick.
"I don't think I'm in the mood for games." She whispered, her tone dripping with lust and Dorian could taste the truth in her words.
They all looked around and each other and it was like something snapped. Dorian used his magic to shove the table aside as he and Aedion lunged across the space where the table once was.
His lips crashed into Manon's and he heard Lsyandra moan against Aedion's lips as they collided.
The two females were sitting so close they were all nearly pilled on top of each other and he felt Manon grip him through his pants while a hand trailed up his side, gripping his shirt. It was too small to be Aedion's and he shifted closer, reaching a hand out to grip Aedion's hair.
"Stand up." He growled against Manon's mouth and she rose. "You too." He tugged on Aedion's hair again and a primal growl rumbled out of him, but he stood, pulling Lysandra with him.
"I think it's only fair that we share since you did." Dorian brushed a phantom hand down Lysandra's hair and Manon pulled the shifter towards her. Their lips met and Dorian tugged harder on Aedion's hair.
"Prick." The male said through gritted teeth.
The king smiled at him and fell to his knees before Manon, pulling Aedion with him.
"I may not make you bow, but you can't say I didn't get you on your knees."
Aedion huffed a laugh but he was breathless, they both were.
They tugged the girl's hips to them in tandem, Lysandra was wearing a dress and so Aedion began fisting the fabric, pulling it up her hips before he reached the cotton undergarment.
Dorian's own fingers worked to undo Manon's riding leathers and he tugged them down so fast they nearly ripped.
Manon snarled against Lysandra's mouth above him but he couldn't bring himself to care as he saw her bare before him.
He breathed a cool breath against her center and his voice was low and rough against her skin. "Apologies, your majesty."
The snarl shifted to a groan as his mouth met her center, his tongue circling her clit as he nudged her legs apart and entered her with two fingers and she moaned again m.
A whimper left Lysandra, and Dorian's gaze shifted to see Aedion doing the same. He looked up at Manon again as he drew his fingers out and began a quick rhythm that he knew she craved.
He sucked on the bundle of nerves and shifted his thumb to press firmly against it as he nipped at her hip. She bucked against him and he looked up to see their kiss growing feverish, consuming, their hips turned away so their necks were craned to keep connected.
He used a phantom touch to begin undoing the corset at Manon's back and her own iron nails shifted behind Lysandra to tear at the fabric.
Once Manon's top was removed, he moved the hand to pinch at her hardened nipples, pumping his fingers in harder, faster and she came apart a second before Lysandra.
They stayed there momentarily, Aedion and Dorian working them through their orgasms as they breathed open-mouthed against each other.
After working them through the throughs of it, Dorian grabbed Aedion's neck and dragged him towards him.
Their lips met, and they groaned in unison at the combined tastes.
"Get on the table." He said against Aedion's lips and shoved him back.
"I don't take orders from you." Aedion's hand shot into Dorian's hair and tugged hard.
"You don't." He whispered, "Or you won't."
Aeidon growled again and crashed his lips against the kings once more, Dorian tightened his grip on his neck and Aedion gasped.
"Fuck you."
"You wish." Dorian shoved him again and they grinned wickedly at each other.
"Lay on the table." He repeated, his eyes flitting to Lysandra. "So she can ride you."
Aedion's eyes blazed, and Lysandra nodded, still breathless.
Manon:
Manon had been with multiple partners before but it had never been like this. Dorian and Aedion stripped with assistance from her and Lysandra and the shifter shoved Aedion back onto the table, crawling on top of him as they kissed.
Manon could still feel the her taste on her tongue as Dorian grabbed her face and kissed her, pushing her to the booth wall and then she tasted their combined arousal.
"You're so beautiful like this." He whispered against her lips and she moaned, ripping the last piece of clothing from his body, scraping her nails down his chest hard enough to make him hiss.
"You're not so bad yourself." He smiled against her and heard a moan behind them; the building scent of their combined arousal was heavy in the air.
Dorian trailed biting kisses along her neck, she could see over his shoulder as Aedion pulled Lysandra down onto his considerable length. The male threw his head back in pure bliss and then tugged her off of him with a groan as he lifted his head to the pair.
"Fuck, turn around, watch.".
The shifter did as she was told and her eyes met Manon's as Dorian's teeth clamped around her nipple simultaneously, and Aedion shifted his hips to pull her down once more.
Their moans were a chorus in the air and she shoved Dorian off of her, he stumbled back a step before pulling her towards the others.
He tugged her in front of him so her back was to his chest.
"Do you want to try something?" He whispered in her ear, teeth grazing as they watched Aedion's grip tighten, no doubt hearing the seductive promise in the king's words.
"I've done more than you can dream of." She purred, scraping her nails down his thighs.
He chuckled low. "Then show me, you can kneel and taste her while I fuck you."
A tingle spread through Manon's entire body and darkness save her, that tone.
"Yes." Lysandra cried out as Aedion began moving faster. "Yes!" She said again.
Manon didn't need any further invitations. She dropped in front of the table where Aedion's legs dangled off of it near Lysandra's.
She heard Dorian kneel behind her as she began trailing kisses up Lysandra's thighs and he sheathed himself in one quick thrust. She cried out against her soft skin while Dorian tugged firmly on her hair.
She groaned and he began moving behind her. She was nearly in his lap as he began to thrust, drawing closer with each rough movement.
Manon could hardly focus but she leaned as far she could with his iron grip on her hair and when her tongue reached out to where Aedion was thrusting into Lysandra, they both groaned.
The male sat up, banding are arm around her waist and it pushed them forward so that Manon had more access.
She had sheathed her iron teeth but still scrapped her teeth against the bundle of nerves, her tongue moving in time with Dorian's thrusts behind her.
"Oh gods-" Lysandra's cry was cut off as Aedion reached around to grip her chin to crash hip lips into hers.
The angle made it difficult for Lysandra to move but when Manon opened her eyes she saw the familiar indents from invisible hands below Aedion’s arm as Dorian assisted in lifting her faster, harder.
She felt a sensation at her core, and Dorian's teeth sunk into her neck as he reached around to circle her clit.
A snarl rumbled from her lips against where the others were joined and they both cried out above her.
She looked up to see them both staring down at her, faces flushed, and then Aedion's gaze shifted behind her to Dorian. His head was pulled back by an invisible force, baring his throat and he cried out again when Lysandra began kissing up his neck.
Manon continued flicking with her tongue as Dorian's hips pounded against her backside, pushing them forward. It felt wild and raw and absolutely filthy and she reveled in it.
He scraped his dull nails down her back and the sensation made her squirm beneath him.
Lysandra's hand shot out when Manon nipped at her bud, gripping where Dorian's hand already grabbed her hair, and Manon could feel she was close.
Aedion:
Aedion had thought he lost his mind earlier when Dorian had kissed him, he knew how the king had been with the Witch, hell they all heard him on the ship and he couldn't deny that the sounds made him need a cold shower but this?
Gods above.
Dorian released his hair and stared up at him from behind Manon, one hand reaching around to pleasure her clit as the other gripped her hair with Lysandra's fingers digging into his skin as she held on.
Aedion still had one arm banded around Lysandra as he thrust into her, thankful for the assistant from that phantom touch as it was difficult to find purchase. He was still growing more feverish, a carnal part of him thriving.
He looked down to where the Witch's mouth moved against his wife, and the periodic strokes of her tongue against his shaft had stars dancing in his vision. Lysandra's grip tightened on Dorian's hand, fingers digging in hard enough to draw blood and the king threw his head back, a growl rumbling from his chest.
Aedion's eyes lingered on the tanned body, the muscles that tensed as he leaned back to get a better angle and pounded into Manon
He felt a moan where he was thrusting into Lysandra, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
"Oh gods, oh gods-" Lysandra began again and he knew she was seconds away. He angled her head towards him again and swallowed her cries of pleasure, biting at her lip as Manon grew rougher, her strokes firmer, and he felt Lysandra clench around him as she came.
She moaned his name into his mouth and Manon pulled her head back to watch her; Aedion's own hand shifted then to hold her down and rock her against him.
He heard a thud and Manon cried out. The two pulled apart to watch Dorian rock onto his back, pulling Manon flush against his chest, her legs spread out on either side of his knees as he planted his feet and thrust into her roughly. Aedion thrust once more before the sight before them had him spilling into Lysandra. They both groaned, their eyes fixed on the two.
The Witch writhed in his arms and Dorian had one arm banded across her stomach to keep her hips from lifting and one at her neck, pulling her lips to his like Aedion had with Lysandra.
His wife was panting against him, their chest rising and falling in heaving breaths as they watched the two monarchs fuck.
He heard the queen groaning against the king and he figured she was falling prey to those damned invisible hands as she spasmed.
Dorian's own hips began faltering as they seemed to come apart.
Manon nipped at his lips as she breathed heavily against him before they looked up at the two still on the table.
"I think I like your game." Manon breathed and they all laughed, breathless.
There was still a wild gleam in their eyes and when Aedion saw the same look reflected in his wife's eyes as she reached back to kiss him, he knew it would be a long night.