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Three naked males. Three impossibly powerful, devastatingly handsome Illyrian warriors. I could see them clearly in my mind, each muscle rippling beneath golden, sweat-slicked skin, their bodies sculpted as if by the hands of the gods themselves. Naked. Just steps away, basking in the haze of the sauna...
Rhysand’s voice slipped into my mind like a caress, smooth and teasing, silk and shadow curling through my mind. Interested in taking a look? The words unfurled in my mind, dark and wicked, like tendrils of smoke laced with amusement.
My pulse quickened, heat pooling low as his invitation deepened, dripping with sinful promise. Why don’t you join us, Feyre? There’s plenty of room for one more…
I nearly choked, swallowing hard as my gaze lingered on the spot where the three males had disappeared, retreating to the sauna to thaw after their annual snowball fight. The image of them — bare, sweat-slicked — was burned into my mind. A slow, aching pull coiled deep in my belly, tugging me forward, urging me to follow, to step into their den of heat and shadows. Rhysand’s teasing words echoed in my head, daring me, tempting me to test the boundaries of his taunting.
The bond hummed faintly between us, a subtle whisper of his amusement, of his challenge. Curious, Feyre darling? his voice flitted through my mind, rich and velvety, dark as midnight silk. It wasn’t just an invitation — it was a provocation, and the bond hummed with his anticipation.
My pulse fluttered, a sharp intake of breath betraying the chaos of thoughts swirling through my mind. The idea had taken root, refusing to be dismissed. To test the limits of his boldness. To see if my wicked, taunting mate truly meant what he’d suggested.
Rhys had teased before, hinting at the idea of me indulging in the attentions of two males in bed. But three? The mere notion sent a sinful thrill down my spine, equal parts daring and deliciously scandalous.
“You can’t be serious,” I murmured, the words slipping out more to myself than to him, though his smug amusement rippled faintly through the bond.
Oh, I’m very serious, darling. His voice curled like smoke, low and filled with wicked intent. The bond thrummed with the faintest hum of approval, his satisfaction spilling into me. And it’s your birthday, after all.
Before I could think twice, my feet moved of their own accord, drawn irresistibly toward where they’d gone. He had offered. And it was my birthday. Perhaps — just perhaps — I could...
“Are you…” Mor’s voice cut through the haze, trailing off as she stepped into view behind me. Her tone held a mix of disbelief and something dangerously close to pride.
I froze mid-step, glancing over my shoulder to find her wide-eyed, her gaze flicking between me and the direction I was headed. Her lips parted, as though she struggled to form the rest of the question. “Seriously?” she finally managed, her voice a hushed mix of shock and intrigue.
I shrugged, forcing a casualness I didn’t feel, though my cheeks burned with heat. “He did offer,” I replied, my tone laced with dry humor, hoping to mask the nervous fluttering in my chest.
Mor blinked, her expression shifting, her brow arching with exaggerated curiosity. “And you’re actually… going?” she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, eyes sparkling now with mischief.
I tilted my head, fighting a grin, and let the barest suggestion of a smile curl my lips. “Well,” I said, turning toward her with mock seriousness, “it is my birthday.”
Her jaw dropped, a soundless laugh escaping her as she shook her head in disbelief. “ Feyre ,” she murmured, eyes alight with amusement, “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
I chuckled softly and began walking again, throwing a sly glance over my shoulder. “Neither did I,” I quipped, the thrum of anticipation building with each step.
And then, without a shred of hesitation, I turned toward the sauna, letting my feet carry me down the hallway, each step a plunge deeper into the unknown. Anticipation coiled in my chest, and with it, a heady thrill that quickened my pulse.
As I rounded the corner, the soft, golden glow spilling from the sauna’s doorway spilled over me like a beacon. I paused for the briefest moment, a sharp intake of breath catching in my throat. A flicker of doubt surfaced — a whisper to turn back — but it was drowned out by the part of me that Rhys always managed to awaken, the boldness he pulled from me like a thread from a tightly woven fabric.
The moment I stepped inside, humid air enveloped me, thick and hot, wrapping around my skin like a second layer. The scent hit me first — the sharp tang of cedarwood mingling with something earthier, muskier, wholly them. The door closed behind me with a soft click , cutting off the rest of the world.
Cassian noticed me first. His head tilted up lazily, his dark eyes gleaming with intrigue as they roved over me. Beads of sweat glistened on his broad, sculpted chest, rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. A grin curved his lips, wicked and inviting, lighting his face with a teasing glow.
“Well, look who decided to join us,” he drawled, his voice like smoke and honey, rich with amusement.
Azriel’s attention followed, his gaze flicking to me like a predator scenting prey. Shadows danced faintly around his shoulders, even in the heat, their tendrils flickering as though intrigued by my presence. He didn’t say a word, but the way his eyes lingered, raking over me with deliberate slowness, spoke volumes.
Rhysand was lounging against the far wall, his long legs stretched out in front of him, utterly at ease. A smirk tugged at his lips, the High Lord radiating smug satisfaction as if he had orchestrated this moment down to the last detail. “Couldn’t resist, could you, Feyre darling?” he purred, his voice as smooth as velvet.
My heart thundered in my chest, each beat echoing in the charged, humid air that seemed heavier than before. I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning casually — or as casually as I could muster — against the closed door. Confidence, I reminded myself. I could play their games.
“You did offer,” I said, arching a brow at Rhys. My voice aimed for nonchalance but betrayed itself with the faintest tremor, breathless and wavering.
Rhys’s smile deepened, all smooth arrogance and wicked amusement. “And here you are,” he purred, his voice a dark, sultry caress.
Cassian’s grin widened, and he leaned back against the bench, his powerful frame sprawling like a lazy predator basking in its domain “Birthday girl gets what she wants,” he murmured, his tone laced with promise. “Tell us, Feyre. What do you want?”
Rhysand’s smirk deepened as he tapped his fingers lazily against the wooden bench. “Careful, sweet mate,” he murmured, his violet eyes gleaming with mischief. “We take requests very seriously.”
The heat in the sauna had nothing on the fire licking through my veins as I glanced between them, their gazes heavy with anticipation. My pulse roared in my ears as I realized there was no turning back now.
The silence hung thick in the air, broken only by the crackle of heat from the sauna stones. Their eyes bore into me, and I felt the weight of their attention like a caress, each of them waiting — watching — to see what I would do next.
Swallowing hard, I pushed off from the door and took a step forward. My knees felt weak, but I forced myself to meet Cassian’s smoldering gaze first. “It’s my birthday,” I said softly, a hint of nervous laughter in my voice, “and I thought… perhaps… I’d indulge.”
Cassian’s grin widened, his teeth flashing. “Oh, you’ll indulge, all right,” he rumbled, his voice thick with amusement and something far darker. “Come here, Feyre.”
Azriel leaned back slightly, his wings spreading just enough to brush the walls behind him, the motion casual yet predatory. His shadows danced like living things, curling around his broad shoulders and framing him in an aura of quiet menace. “She’s bolder than I thought,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth quirking in the faintest of smiles.
Rhysand chuckled from his seat, his legs shifting slightly as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. “She’s curious,” he corrected Azriel, his gaze locking onto mine with a heat that made my stomach flip. “And I intend to satisfy every ounce of that curiosity tonight.”
The words sent a shiver racing down my spine, and before I could second-guess myself, I closed the distance between me and Cassian. His hands were on me instantly, large and rough, guiding me onto his lap as if I belonged there.
“Good choice,” Cassian murmured, his lips brushing my ear as his hands settled on my hips, holding me firmly in place. “I knew sooner or later Rhys would let us have our fun.”
Azriel stood then, his movements slow and deliberate. He prowled closer, his shadows retreating just enough to reveal the sharp lines of his jaw, the piercing intensity of his gaze. He came to stand at my side, his fingers brushing against my arm, sending sparks of sensation racing through me.
“Kept you from us long enough,” Azriel said quietly, his voice a velvet promise.
Rhysand remained seated, watching the scene unfold with a look of pure satisfaction. “Take your time, boys,” he said, his voice a dark purr. “I plan to enjoy every second of this.”
Cassian’s hands roamed my sides, his thumbs brushing the curve of my waist as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my neck. His lips followed a slow, deliberate path along my skin, each kiss and nip sending waves of sensation through me.
“You’ve been holding out on us, Feyre,” he murmured, his voice a husky growl. “Do you have any idea how long we’ve been waiting for this?”
I barely had time to respond before Azriel’s fingers gently tilted my chin, turning my gaze to meet his. His amber eyes burned with an intensity that made my breath catch, his shadows brushing lightly against my skin as if testing my resolve.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked, his tone low and steady, yet there was an edge of restraint in his voice, a leash he seemed moments away from snapping.
I didn’t know what had come over me — whether it was Rhys’s gentle, relentless urging or the thick, heady scent of arousal coating the air, wrapping around me like a silken tether. My senses were in overdrive, every nerve aflame, every thought narrowed to a single, all-consuming word: need.
I had thought Cassian and Azriel were impossibly handsome when I first laid eyes on them — gods carved from stone with strength and beauty that defied reason. But knowing I could have them, that they were right here, willing and waiting…
Heat unfurled low in my belly, a molten ache that spread through me, leaving my skin tingling, my breaths shallow. The way they looked at me — with hunger, with intent, like I was the center of their universe in this moment — only stoked the flames higher.
Rhysand’s presence was a low hum in the background, a steady, grounding presence, but even he couldn’t stop the wild, primal longing that had taken root within me, growing stronger with every passing second. I wanted them — needed them — and the thought of what was to come sent a thrill racing through me, anticipation blending with desire until I could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
“Yes,” I breathed, the word barely audible but enough to spark something in Azriel.
His lips descended on mine without hesitation, the kiss a stark contrast to Cassian’s touches. Where Cassian was wild and consuming, Azriel was deliberate, calculated, his mouth coaxing and claiming all at once.
Behind me, Rhysand’s presence was a constant hum, a tether keeping me grounded as the two males took turns overwhelming my senses. He drew closer, his hand sliding to the nape of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair as he whispered down the bond, You’re beautiful like this, Feyre darling — giving in, letting go. Keep going. Let them worship you.
Azriel’s tongue slid into my mouth, slow and deliberate, a tantalizing rhythm that left me trembling. Each stroke was an invitation, a promise, and I melted into him, the taste of him dark and heady, like forbidden wine. A soft, helpless sound escaped me, swallowed by his lips as his hand cradled the back of my neck, holding me to him with gentle authority.
In front of me, Cassian chuckled, the sound vibrating through my skin as his lips brushed against my collarbone, planting feather-light kisses that sent shivers racing down my spine. “Such a responsive little thing,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin as his fingers worked deftly at the laces of my dress.
The fabric slipped from my shoulders in a whisper, pooling around my waist before Cassian tugged it free entirely. His large hands roamed my body, exploring with a hunger that felt both reverent and unrestrained. Callused fingers traced the curve of my hips, the dip of my waist, before moving higher, skimming the sensitive skin just beneath my breasts.
My breasts felt heavy, a delicious ache building as if begging for relief. Unable to resist the pull of his touch, I arched toward Cassian, a silent plea for more. His large, callused hands found me without hesitation, cupping the soft weight of my breasts with a reverence that sent a shiver cascading down my spine.
His thumbs brushed over my taut nipples, the rough pads of his fingers rolling and teasing the sensitive peaks until I gasped. Each touch was deliberate, a sensual rhythm that coaxed soft, needy whimpers from my lips, my body surrendering to his touch.
Azriel’s hands joined his, his touch feather-light yet deliberate as he traced patterns along my sides, his shadows curling like ribbons around my exposed skin. “Perfect,” Azriel murmured, the single word filled with a quiet intensity that made my stomach flutter.
Rhysand’s chuckle was a dark, velvet sound as he stood, finally closing the distance between us. “Don’t break her too quickly, brothers,” he said, his voice a command. “We’ve only just begun.”
Cassian’s lips found my neck again, his breath hot as he murmured against my skin, “You’ve got no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this, Feyre. How long we’ve wanted to touch you, taste you.” His hands tightened on my hips, holding me against him as though he couldn’t bear to let me go.
Rhysand’s low, dark chuckle broke through the haze of heat and sensation, his hands steadying me as he stood behind, pressing his body flush against mine. His lips brushed against the shell of my ear as he murmured, “Do you know how much I’ve dreamed of this, Feyre darling? Watching them touch you, watching you unravel beneath them.”
Cassian groaned from his place in front of me, his hands sliding up to cradle my face. “He’s been taunting us for ages,” he said, his voice thick with need. “Always talking about how stunning you look, how perfect you feel... and now that we’ve got you here…” His thumbs stroked my cheeks, his grin wicked. “You might just ruin us.”
Azriel, ever the quiet observer, leaned in closer, his shadows curling around us in anticipation. His amber gaze pierced mine, a smirk tugging at his lips. “He’s not as selfless as he pretends,” Azriel murmured, his voice a low, molten drawl. “Sharing you might be his gift to us, but it’s really for him. Isn’t it, Rhys?”
Rhysand’s laugh was rich and dark, vibrating against my back.
The thought slithered through my mind, unbidden but impossible to ignore — they’d done this before. Shared a woman. And yet, rather than anger or jealousy sparking to life, it was something entirely different. The idea of my mate with another, of him and his brothers sharing a female... It didn’t repulse me. No, it intrigued me. It aroused me. The thought sank its claws into me, and I couldn’t let it go.
Rhysand’s laugh was deep, smooth as silk, rumbling against my back as though he could hear my every sinful thought. “We're over five hundred years old, Feyre,” he purred, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Did you think I’d never learned to share?”
I shivered as his words settled over me, his voice as intoxicating as the heat of his body pressing against mine. “My brothers and I,” he murmured, his tone low and sinful, “we’ve long become accustomed to sharing our lovers. How could I be so selfish to keep something as delicious as you all to myself?”
The confession sent a jolt of heat straight through me. The weight of his words, the casual decadence of it, was almost too much. I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as he kissed the sensitive spot just below my ear, a soft chuckle vibrating through him.
But tonight, I wasn’t just theirs. Tonight, they were mine.
“They’re eager, aren’t they?” he teased, though his voice was rough, barely controlled. The edge of it sent shivers down my spine. His breath fanned against my neck, and I arched instinctively, caught between the need for more and the anticipation of his words.
“Just like I knew they would be,” he continued, a dark promise in every syllable. “They’ve been begging for a taste of you. Desperate for it. And now…” His fingers tightened, his laugh like a velvet whip. “Now they’ll never stop wanting you.”
I could barely think as Cassian stood, easily picking me up in his strong arms and depositing me on the bench he had just vacated. His wings were tucked in tight, beads of sweat skittering down the darkened flesh of his tattoos. Three very naked men stood before me, their eyes dark and hungry.
My breath caught as Cassian kneeled before me, his gaze locking with mine, my panties the the only barrier between us.
Cassian’s hands skimmed up the length of my thighs, his calloused palms sending waves of heat across my skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing a slow, lingering kiss just above my knee, then moved higher still, each kiss sending sparks of desire shooting through me. “I’ve been dreaming of tasting you,” he whispered against my skin, his voice low and thick with need.
Azriel’s fingers mirrored Cassian’s, trailing featherlight along my other leg, his shadows whispering across my skin as if they had their own desires. His lips pressed to the tender skin of my inner thigh, his breath hot and deliberate. “You’re trembling,” he observed, his tone quiet but rich with dark amusement. “Do you like being the center of all this attention, Feyre?”
Behind me, Rhysand’s hands roamed my hips, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on my bare skin. His chest pressed against my back as he dipped his head to murmur into my ear. “You should see yourself, Feyre darling. So beautiful. So utterly irresistible.” His teeth grazed the shell of my ear, sending a shiver racing down my spine.
Cassian’s hands gripped my hips, his lips trailing higher, closer, his grin wicked as he met my gaze. “Tell me how this feels,” he said, his voice a growl, his eyes dark with hunger.
Cassian tore the delicate fabric of my panties from me in one swift motion, leaving me bare as the warm air kissed the heat of my core. His gaze darkened, a primal hunger flashing in his eyes as they roved over my glistening folds. He inhaled sharply, the sound a growl at the back of his throat.
His broad shoulders sank between my thighs, and with a reverence that belied the desperation in his movements, he leaned forward. The first swipe of his tongue sent a shockwave through me, my back arching instinctively as a breathless cry escaped my lips. Cassian groaned low and deep, his eyes fluttering shut as if the taste of me was something divine, something forbidden.
My legs parted further of their own accord, hips rolling toward him in a silent plea. Slowly, deliberately, his darkened eyes opened, locking with mine as his tongue moved again, swirling with devastating precision. He looked up at me through heavy lashes, a wicked gleam in his gaze, and for a moment, he seemed otherworldly — like a fallen angel sent to tempt and ruin.
An angel of sin, of indulgence, and I was utterly at his mercy.
Cassian continued his maddening, deliberate torture, his fingers moving in languid, torturous circles over my swollen clit. Each touch was light but purposeful, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until whimpers spilled from my lips, unbidden and needy.
His tongue delved between my folds, the heat of his mouth sending sparks of pleasure skittering across my skin. Every stroke was slow and calculated, his tongue dancing along me with devastating precision. He alternated between long, languid licks and quick, flicking motions, each one dragging me closer to the edge.
My hips bucked instinctively, seeking more, but his strong hands pinned me down, holding me firmly in place as if savoring every tremor, every desperate movement I made against him. His eyes lifted, dark and gleaming, and the look he gave me was pure dominance, pure satisfaction.
“Stay still,” he murmured against my skin, the vibrations of his voice sending another shudder through me. His teeth grazed me lightly before his tongue swirled again, circling slowly, devastatingly.
My breath hitched, my body aflame as I writhed under his touch, utterly at his mercy and loving every second of his sinful torment.
Meanwhile, Azriel knelt beside me, the shadows coiling languidly around his broad shoulders as his dark, focused eyes locked onto mine. His hand cradled my foot with a tenderness that sent a strange thrill up my spine, his thumb brushing over the arch in a slow, deliberate caress.
He lowered his head, lips brushing the curve of my arch in soft, reverent kisses that left a trail of heat in their wake. Each press of his mouth was unhurried, as if savoring the taste of my skin, his actions so precise, so deliberate, it felt like a devotion I didn’t know I craved.
“You’re exquisite,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp that settled deep in my belly. His lips lingered on my arch before his tongue flicked out, a hot, teasing caress that made my toes curl involuntarily.
Azriel’s free hand traveled up my calf, his fingers tracing the lines of muscle with aching gentleness, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The contrast between his tenderness and Cassian’s unrelenting intensity left my body teetering on the edge of sensation, each touch a symphony of desire threatening to undo me entirely.
“Every inch of you,” Azriel continued, his voice darkening as his fingers slid higher, brushing the back of my knee. “Perfectly made for this. For us.”
I couldn’t believe this — Cassian’s tongue plunging deep inside me, Azriel’s lips worshipping every inch of my skin, and Rhys’s overwhelming presence behind me, a dark and commanding force.
Cassian’s grip was firm as he wrapped his hand around my ankle, lifting it effortlessly over his broad shoulder. The stretch sent a shiver through me, heightening the delicious tension coiling in my core. He groaned, the sound reverberating against my slick heat as his tongue delved deeper, exploring me with an intensity that left me gasping.
Each flick, each stroke, was maddening, his mouth devouring me like he couldn’t get enough. My hips moved of their own accord, arching toward him, pleading silently for more. Cassian’s free hand tightened on my thigh, holding me in place as he continued his relentless assault, his tongue spearing me with a precision that left my vision hazy.
Behind me, Rhys’s laughter was dark and indulgent, a silken purr that made my skin flush even hotter. “Such a greedy little thing,” he murmured, his breath warm against my neck. “Letting my brothers take you apart like this. Do you feel how much they worship you, Feyre?”
Azriel’s lips traced a slow path along my arm, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my wrist as his shadows curled around us, whispering promises of more. My body trembled under the weight of their attention, every nerve alight, every touch a spark igniting the fire that burned brighter with each passing moment.
When Rhys’s lips found the curve of my neck, the graze of his teeth sending a sharp thrill down my spine, my control began to fray. His breath was hot against my skin, a tantalizing contrast to the cool press of Azriel’s mouth as he worshipped the flesh of my collarbone.
And then there was Cassian — kneeling before me, utterly ravenous, his tongue plunging deep, stroking, lapping at me like I was the only thing he’d ever craved. His broad hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he devoured me, the sound of his groans vibrating through my core.
It was too much, the overwhelming pleasure stealing every thought from my mind. My body arched, my head falling back against Rhys’s shoulder as his hand slid around to grip my throat, grounding me in the chaos.
I broke apart, loud, desperate cries tearing from my lips as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me. My legs shook, trembling uncontrollably as my body surrendered to the sheer intensity of their touch. I clung to Rhys, his wicked smile pressed against my ear as he murmured, “That’s it, Feyre. Let them hear how good we make you feel.”
As my cries subsided into breathless whimpers, my body still trembling from the aftershocks, I felt Rhys's hand trail down my spine, his fingers a gentle command. "Up, darling," he coaxed, his voice a smooth purr. "We’re not done with you yet."
Cassian eased back with a final languid swipe of his tongue that left me shivering. His lips glistened as he stood, his dark eyes locking with mine, full of desire and a hint of mischief. Cassian sprawled on the bench like a king on his throne, his muscular legs spread wide, every inch of him radiating raw power and unrestrained desire.
He patted his thighs, his gaze never leaving mine. “Come here,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I moved to straddle him, the heat between us palpable, my breath hitching as a bead of sweat slid down between my breasts. His dark eyes followed its path, his tongue darting out to trace the trail, lapping it up with a groan that sent shudders through me.
As I straddled him, his strong hands gripped my waist, guiding me down until I felt the thick, hard length of him pressing against my slick entrance. A trembling breath escaped me as I reached down, gripping the thick base of him, my fingers barely encircling his girth. Slowly, I guided him to my entrance, the slick heat of me easing the way. He hissed, the sound guttural, his strong hands gripping my hips with a bruising force.
As I began to sink down, inch by torturous inch, my lips parted in a breathless gasp, forming a soft, silent “O.” He was thick, stretching me in a way that made my toes curl, the burn delicious and intoxicating. I had to lift myself twice, adjusting, my thighs trembling as I worked to take him deeper, until finally, with a soft cry, I settled fully onto him.
Cassian’s head fell back, a raw, unfiltered groan tearing from his throat as his hands slid up my sides, gripping my waist to steady me. “You feel... perfect,” he growled, his voice rough, his eyes blazing as they locked onto mine. “So tight, so wet… gods, Feyre.”
My nails dug into his shoulders as I shifted, adjusting to the fullness inside me, my body clinging to him, every nerve ending alight. He leaned forward, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth, mirroring the way he filled me below.
My arms wrapped tightly around Cassian’s neck as I moved against him, grinding down onto his length, the delicious friction sparking waves of heat through my body. His hands guided my hips, encouraging every roll and sway, his growls vibrating against my chest as I clenched around him. The press of our mouths was hot and desperate, a messy, lazy kiss that left me breathless, our tongues tangling as the wet sounds of our passion filled the space.
Just as I tilted my head for more, fingers tangled in my hair, a sharp tug sending a shiver down my spine. My gasp was swallowed by another kiss, but this one was different — dominating, teasing, entirely Rhysand. The realization sent a thrill coursing through me as Cassian’s lips left mine and moved to my throat, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin there.
“Look at you,” Rhys tugged my hair again, angling my head so he could claim my lips more deeply, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with possessive intent. “So eager to take him. Such a good girl.”
His teeth scraped against my neck as his free hand slid down, tracing a path between my breasts. His fingers found my nipple, pinching it gently until I couldn’t help but moan, the sound vibrating against his lips. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, each word a caress that made my skin prickle with need.
I murmured my agreement, feeling Azriel’s hands slide over my hips as I began to move on Cassian, my movements growing deliberate and needy. Each downward glide was slow and deliberate, drawing him deeper into me, my body trembling with pleasure as Azriel’s fingers traced the curves of my skin.
“Such a perfect girl,” Rhys whispered against my lips, his eyes locked on mine as he pressed his kiss deeper, his tongue delving into my mouth with possessive intent. Each stroke of his tongue was a brand, marking me as his. “Letting my brothers take you,” he continued, his voice low and gravelly, the heat of his words curling around me like a lovers’ embrace.
Azriel moved beside me, his shadows coiling around his body like a second skin. He knelt, his hands gliding up my thighs as he whispered, “Do you want more, Feyre? Or is Cassian enough for you?”
My answer was a breathless plea. “More… please.”
Azriel’s smirk was wicked as he shifted behind me. His hands gripped my hips alongside Cassian’s, and I felt the warmth of his skin on mine. In my haze, the distant, unmistakable sound of spit meeting skin reached my ears, followed by the deliberate slide of fingers splitting me open from behind. My eyes squeezed shut, a desperate little whimper slipping past my lips as I arched into the touch.
Three low, satisfied hums surround me, their approval rippling through the heated air. The stretch of his fingers inside me was slow, deliberate, coaxing, each stroke leaving me trembling with need. And then, just as my body began to adjust, his fingers withdrew, leaving me empty, achingly so, the loss a teasing promise of what’s to come.
He fisted himself, pumping a few times before using the arousal leaking from where Cassian was deep inside me as a lubricant. I felt the blunt press of him teasing my ass, his arousal mingling with mine as he moved with agonizing slowness. The sensation of him stretching me further, filling me completely, was overwhelming — a perfect blend of burning pleasure and exquisite pain that left me gasping.
Cassian’s hand cupped my jaw, tilting my face toward him as he kissed me, deep and consuming. His other hand slid between us, his thumb circling my clit in slow, deliberate strokes. “Take it, Feyre,” he murmured against my lips. “Take all of it. Let us ruin you.”
Rhys’s laugh was low and dark, his eyes alight with satisfaction as he watched from his perch, his hand lazily stroking himself. “Look at her,” he said, his voice dripping with pride. “So perfect, so utterly ours.”
I was so full, the initial stretch giving way as Azriel thrust into me, his movements deep and controlled, the burn dissipating with each slide of his cock. Meanwhile, Cassian moved beneath me, his hips pressing up, his fingers circling my clit with a deliberate rhythm that drove me wild. The combined sensation was intoxicating — Azriel’s thrusts pushing deeper, Cassian’s touch driving me to the brink of madness.
Azriel’s thrusts grew faster, harder, as he found a rhythm that had my body responding in kind — arching, meeting each thrust with an eagerness that only seemed to spur them on. Cassian’s grip tightened on my hips, pulling me down harder against him as his fingers continued their relentless circles on my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Look at you,” Rhys’s voice was a low growl in my ear, his breath warm and his fingers brushing against my skin. “So fucking perfect for us.” His teeth nipped at my earlobe, adding to the symphony of sensations. “You’re taking them so well, aren’t you?” he whispered, his words punctuated by the sharp pleasure of Azriel’s thrusts.
My answer was a desperate whimper, lost in the wave of sensation that crashed over me as their bodies moved together, filling me completely. I was lost in the pleasure, unable to think, only to feel — their hands, their mouths, their presence surrounding me. It was too much, not enough — it was perfect.
Azriel’s pace quickened, his movements growing more frantic as the pressure inside me built to a boiling point. Cassian’s fingers seemed to double their effort, his thumb brushing firmly over my clit as his other hand gripped my hip, holding me steady as he drove me closer to the edge. My body arched against him, seeking more, needing more, and then Azriel’s cock brushed a place deep inside me, finding that spot that had me gasping and begging for release.
Rhys’s grip on my hair tightened as he pulled me away from Cassian and Azriel’s movements for a moment, forcing my gaze to meet his. “Look at them,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. “Watch how they take you apart.”
I could barely nod, the words lodged in my throat as my lips parted, seeking more. My mate was quick to oblige, his hand wrapping around the back of my head, guiding me closer until I felt the head of his erection against my lips. I took him in, my mouth moving over him slowly at first, then faster, finding a rhythm that matched the pace of Azriel and Cassian’s thrusts.
“Such a good girl,” Rhys groaned, his hips meeting my mouth in sync with the other’s movements. “Taking everything we give you, aren’t you?” His fingers tightened around my hair, holding me there as he used my mouth to his pleasure, forcing me to meet every thrust, to take every inch of him. “You’re made for this — made for us.”
The intensity was all-consuming, the combined sensations of Azriel and Cassian filling me driving me to the edge of pleasure. I could feel the tension coiling in my belly, the pleasure mounting as their thrusts grew faster, harder. My body clenched around Azriel’s and Cassian's cocks, my breath hitching as I tried to hold on just a little longer, just until the moment felt perfect.
Rhys’s grip on my hair tightened as he watched my reactions, his eyes dark with desire. “That’s it, love. Let go for us,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Show me how much you want it.”
My mouth was filled with him then, his hot seed spilling over my tongue in long, hard spurts as he thrust deep into my mouth. I could feel the roughness of his fingers in my hair, holding me steady as he pushed deeper, deeper, until I was forced to swallow around him, taking everything he had to give.
At the same moment, Azriel’s cock stilled inside me, his groan echoing through the room as he shuddered, spilling himself deep inside of my ass. Cassian’s hands on my hips tightened almost painfully as he followed suit, his mouth pressed against my neck as he murmured my name against the skin. Each of them, one in my mouth, the others inside me — each filling their own part of me, overwhelming me with their combined pleasure.
I panted softly, the haze over my mind slowly lifting as my chest heaved from the intense pleasure. Azriel slipped out first, and I gasped at the sudden emptiness, my body craving the fullness it had just known. Rhys pulled me from Cassian’s embrace, his arms wrapping around me, drawing me close. His lips met mine in a slow, tender kiss, his hands brushing through my hair as he tucked it behind my ear, his gaze lingering on mine.
I savored the full, warm sensation as their seed seeped out of both of my holes — hot and sticky, an entirely welcome feeling. To have their release inside me, spilling over me, filling me up completely, was something I had never known I needed.
"You did so well, love," Rhys murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration. His hands moved gently over my skin as he spoke, his fingers brushing back a lock of hair from my forehead. "I'm proud of you." His kiss was tender, a soft press of his lips against mine, lingering just long enough to let me feel the weight of his pride in me.
I snorted inwardly, wondering why he would be proud of watching me take his brothers inside of my body, the thought echoing down the bond. I could feel his laughter in response.
He responded back through the bond, his voice low and pleased. Because you took them so well, Feyre darling. But you’re mine, all mine.
I smiled, humming softly in contentment. And I knew that while he might have shared me, might have taken pleasure in watching me fuck his best friends, I belonged to him — heart and soul.
Azriel stepped back with a slow, deliberate movement, his eyes never leaving mine. He reached down to where my dress had fallen, his fingers brushing against the fabric as he carefully picked up my dress. With a gentle, almost reverent touch, he slid it back up my legs, helping me step into it. Meanwhile, Cassian moved forward, his gaze fixed on me as he snatched my panties from the ground.
“Can’t leave these lying around,” he said with a mischievous grin, holding them up to his nose before folding them into his fist for safekeeping.
The males quickly wrapped towels around their waists before escorting me out of the steam room. As we turned the corner leading to the living room, Mor’s wide eyes took in the scene of all four of us — freshly fucked, hair tousled, skin flushed. Her gaze widened even more, and she inhaled sharply, her nose crinkling as she took in our disheveled state.
“Gods , you guys smell like a brothel,” she remarked, her voice thick with surprise. Her eyes swept over us — Cassian and Azriel with towels barely hanging on, Rhysand still dripping sweat from his brow, and me, eyes hazy and flushed with the post-coital glow, not even trying to hide the evidence of our earlier indulgence.
She shook her head, disbelief and something like amusement dancing in her eyes. “Damn, Feyre, I didn’t think you had it in you.”
Cassian’s low laugh rumbled through the air, filled with shameless satisfaction. “Oh, she had plenty in her.”
Azriel rolled his eyes, giving Cassian a sharp nudge with his elbow. “Subtle as always,” he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched in faint amusement.
I just shook my head, biting back the grin threatening to spread across my face, though the satisfied glow warming me was impossible to hide. Rhysand’s hand found my elbow, his touch gentle yet possessive as he began guiding me to our room.
But Mor wasn’t done. “Hey, Feyre,” she called, her voice teasing, a sly smile curving her lips. “How was it?”
I paused mid-step, glancing back at her over my shoulder. The memory of the night still burned vividly in my mind, and the evidence still lingered — Cassian and Azriel’s release slick between my thighs, Rhysand’s taste still ghosting my tongue. I let a slow, knowing grin spread across my face and winked.
“Best. Birthday. Ever.”