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Nesta sighed in relief as she collapsed into her favorite armchair. Her damn mate and Azriel had really driven the Valkyrie hard in the training ring today. The time she spent in the library had calmed her body, but her mind was still whirling more than she’d like. She had come a long way from where she was when she first came to the House of Wind after the war, but sometimes the crackling of the fire still shot a spasm of dread and grief up her spine. She practiced her mind stilling exercises, but good book was what she needed. Or a good fuck, she thought. A particularly salacious romance novel dropped onto the table next to her, out of thin air.
“Thanks, house,” she murmured.
Picking up the book, she flipped through the pages until she reached the first chapter and began to lose herself. Laughter echoed down the hall leading to the small library. Cass and Az sauntered in, taunting each other before looking to Nesta.
“You’re not reading that smut again, are you?” Cassian teasingly growled.
“You say again as though I’ve ever stopped,” Nesta smirked. Az rolled his eyes. Sometimes it seemed that accepting their mating bond just made his friends verbally spar even more often.
“Perhaps we ought to invite the females to our evening training to wear them out properly so they can stop all of these wicked thoughts,” Cass goaded.
Az choked.
“Pretty sure no amount of training could beat the perv out of you, Cass, let alone the infamous Valkyrie.”
But Nesta had stopped listening. She finally took her eyes off her book long enough to notice that the males had indeed just come from training. Sweat was glistening on their necks and their shirts clung to them ever so alluringly. Nesta couldn’t help but think back to a time long ago when she first watched them spar at the House of Wind. When all she could think about while watching their statuesque, delightfully male bodies move together was how it would feel to have them both worshiping her body together. She’d had that thought many times since that first time, even once she and Cass had mated. She suspected that he knew. He’d sometimes catch her staring and give a wicked smirk to Azriel, who would blush and falter. Nesta often wondered what would have happened that day Az had almost caught her on her knees before Cassian in the dining room. What if he hadn’t made sure they heard his approach as she knew all to well was within his powers? She shivered.
“Uh, Nesta?” Azriel prodded. “You in there?”
Nesta started, a blush creeping over her face. They were both staring at her, a look of mischief in their eyes.
“Sorry, I guess I grew sick of listening to you insufferable males prattle on.”
“Sure, Nes,” Cassian crooned, pacing closer to her. “More like you were thinking something particularly dirty. Perhaps planning to write your own novel?”
Her blush deepened as arousal curled around her gut. The scent of her desire filled the room. Warmth filled her to the core. She wasn’t sure what made her decide to say it, but the temptation won out.
“You caught me. I was just wondering what it would be like to have both of you worshiping me. Together. If what they say about wingspans is true, I think I’d hardly be able to walk tomorrow,” she mewled.
Cassian growled. Nesta could feel the heat of his desire and met his stare triumphantly. Cassian gave her a lazy shrug before turning to Azriel, who was rigid in the doorway. Azriel frowned.
“I feel insulted,” he purred. “Hardly walk? You wouldn’t be able to stand.”
Nesta’s eyes widened as she looked between the two males. Cassian’s eyes were utterly lustful as he looked his best friend and his mate up and down, one after the other.
“I think it was a challenge, Az,” he chuckled. “Should we prove her wrong?”
Azriel stalked forward, hazel eyes locked onto Nesta, full of intent. The door quietly swung shut behind him and Nesta swallowed, looking between the males.
“House, can we please have some privacy?” She choked out.
Nesta’s heart was pounding as she slowly rose from her chair. She was usually so sure of her self, but she didn’t know what she hadn’t gotten herself into. There was no denying the throbbing desire between her legs and, although the pulsing bulges showing through the pants of both males were obvious enough, she needed to confirm. Would this make things weird? Did they really want to do this or was this something they were only doing for me?
“Are you both sure?” She asked nervously, trying to hide how much she desperately wanted this.
In answer, the males pulled her to them. Cassian kissed her with agonizing attention, nipping at her lip as he pulled away.
“Are you?” Cassian growled.
Azriel came to stand behind her, pressing the solid length of him against her ass. A small gasp escaped from Nesta’s mouth and she arched her back in response. He was truly massive. She reached for Azriel’s hand a guided it to her breast, rolling her ass against against him, needing to feel the sheer enormity of him more intensely.
Both males chuckled.
“I know you said you wanted us to worship you, but we are going to make you beg before the night is over,” Cassian promised, breath heavy on that spot where her neck met her shoulder.
A shiver went down Nesta’s spine as she exposed more of her throat. Cassian bit down just hard enough to elicit a squeal, holding Nesta still as Azriel palmed her breast, pinching her nipple and tugging gently on it. Azriel sunk to his knees tugged down the silken bottoms of Nesta’s pajamas and groaned upon seeing what was beneath - nothing, save the perfection of Nesta’s body. He wedged her legs a little wider apart, lightly stroking down her ass and thighs with his scarred hands and trailing kisses. Nesta trembled with anticipation, fighting the impulse to push his hand to where she needed him. He nipped her plump ass cheek.
“Patience, Nesta.”
Cassian pulled her top over her head, revealing the porcelain expanse of her generous breasts. Cassian lowered his mouth to one nipple, sucking roughly, and rolled the other between his finger tips. He knew his mate well and knew just how to make her plead. How to bring her to the very edge over and over again, torturing her to near breaking before finally allowing her to find her release. Tonight would be no exception.
Nesta stood starkly naked before them. Wetness threatened to drown her as the males continued their ministrations. She reached to remove Cassian’s pants, but he pinned her hands with one of his and removed them himself with his other. Cassian’s cock sprung loose, showing just how much he was enjoying watching Nesta squirm. His free hand went around it and began to slowly pump just as Azriel made his move.
Azriel’s fingers found their mark, sliding through the slickness of her desire. He slowly circled her clit before moving his finger back and thrusting it into her. She moaned and bucked as he added another finger. His fingers continued pumping in and out of her with ease.
“You’re so wet for me, Nesta,” Azriel cooed.
“Let’s move this to the couch,” Cassian growled. Nesta laid herself out, hips and legs hanging off the arm of the couch. Azriel got back into position between her legs and resumed the endless pumping and caressing. With his other hand, he pulled back the hood of her clit and gently sucked while stroking it with his tongue. Nesta had never felt anything like it.
Cassian knelt next to her on the couch, in the perfect position for Nesta to take him into her mouth. She cupped his balls, rolling them in her hand. She took his cock in her hand and licked from the base and straight to the tip. She ran her tongue across the tip before taking the head between her lips and sucking. She could feel Cassian’s shudder as she ran her hand down his silken length and took his wholly in her mouth. Even after all of these months of being with each other, she had never gotten used to the size of him and how wild his taste made her. She scraped her teeth down his shaft as she pumped and circled her tongue around the tip all while working the base with her hand.
Amid moans, Cassian took a fistful of her hair in his hand, thrusting himself into her throat. Nesta gagged, but pulled him in deeper, savoring the feeling of Cassian bucking against her. He hungrily kneaded her breasts right as Azriel added another finger inside of her. The sensation sent her hurtle over the edge. Azriel’s fingers curled into her g-spot, bringing her deeper in her climax. Her thighs tightened around Azriel’s head, holding him in place as he guided her refused to let up, letting her squirm against him. The vibrations of Nesta’s moans against Cassian’s cock had him spilling down her throat when Az pulled away and stood up. He was still fully clothed and yet, between them, had managed to make her cum harder and faster than she could’ve imagined. Cauldron boil me.
Nesta couldn’t see straight. She tried to get up, but Cassian held her shoulders down.
“We aren’t finished here,” was all he said.
Cassian approached Az and ran a finger down his wing. Azriel moaned loudly. He took Az’s face in his hands and tenderly but thoroughly kissed him, pulling his hips into his and grinding against him. She knew he was tasting her on his friend’s tongue.
“Touch yourself while you watch,” Az commanded Nesta.
In a flash, Cass ripped through Azriel’s shirt and tugged his pants off.
Nesta’s jaw dropped. Mother above, he hadn’t just felt massive… he was truly ENORMOUS. The wingspan rumors really were true. She was salivating, the arousal that hadn’t yet begun to fade easily doubling at the mere sight of him. Cassian dropped to his knees and took Az in his mouth, fingers digging into Az’s backside to anchor himself. Nesta sat up, spreading her legs so she was on display for them both and reached her hand between her legs, using the wetness still pooled there to circle her sensitive clit. She could barely stand the touch after the orgasm she had just had, but she couldn’t stop. Her eyes were glued to the pair. Azriel was fucking her mate’s face and it was by far the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Azriel locked eyes with her and grinned wickedly as he tightened his grip on Cass and fucked him harder.
“Please,” Nesta pleaded. “Let me help.”
“Cass, your mate truly is filthy. Listen to her begging,” Azriel taunted.
But Cassian wouldn’t let up. They forced her to keep watching. He reached further behind Az and dipped a finger deep into Az’s ass. Nesta groaned, again finding her release. Az shuddered, ejaculating into Cass’s eager mouth. Cassian smiled, licking his lips and turned toward Nesta who was panting, lust heavy in her eyes.
“Did you like that, sweetheart?” he purred. She nodded, still unable to look away. Az smacked him on the ass before returning to Nesta on the couch.
“Get on your knees,” Cassian demanded.
“Make me,” she sneered, the challenge plain from the curl in her lips.
The males grabbed her and flipped her over forcefully, though careful not to actually hurt her. The struggle left scratches down their arms and broad red handprints on her ass, which she gleefully lifted up for them.
“Good girl,” Az said, reaching his hand between her folds again and running his hand through her. He brought his fingers to her mouth and made her open for him, sucking her slickness off of him. She ran her tongue lazily around his fingers, sucking fiercely. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, which was already hard again. Fae males really were Cauldron blessed, she thought. He barely fit in her mouth, but she did her best, slamming him into the back of her throat over and over again. Cassian stood beside them gripping Nesta’s backside roughly as Az’s hand ran over his cock. Az pulled back and worked his way underneath Nesta.
Nesta ground herself against the rock hard length of him, both of them moaning in ecstasy at the feeling. He guided himself between her folds, rubbing his tip through her slick and against her clit. He slid his cock down and slowly began working his way inside her. Even though she was utterly soaked, much to his immense pleasure, she was still so snug around him that he was careful to take his time, not wanting to rush things. But Nesta had other plans. Az started to cautiously inch himself into her when she slammed herself down onto him. Cauldron be damned if he though he could make her wait. They both cried out as she fiercely rode him, relishing every inch of him.
Cassian watched, lubing himself up, and went to stand behind Nesta. He began massaging her ass, working first one finger and then another inside of her while Az continued to pump into her front. The two slowed so that Cassian could spread her for himself. He guided his cock to her entrance and started pushing himself in.
The sensation was more than Nesta could bear. Two immense Illyrian males were inside of her. Nesta writhed against them, adjusting to the fullness. The males began moving slowly, finding a rhythm. The three of them rocked against each other, each moaning. Nesta whimpered in pleasure as Azriel sucked her nipples in turn and Cassian raked his nails down her back Spasms overtook her as she reached climax again, bucking between the two males. They held her the waves of pleasure washed over her.
Cassian cleaned himself so he could bring himself home inside of her for the finish. Azriel sat on the couch and pulled Nesta onto his lap, sliding his drenched cock into her ass. Nesta grunted, but ground herself onto him more firmly, lifting herself up and down as she got used to the feeling of him. Az had his hands reaching in front of Nesta, worshiping her tits further. she leaned back into his chest, a hand reaching up to caress his wings. Azriel was humming with pleasure, barely able to contain himself. Lust was overwhelming Cassian as he stood before them, taking advantage of the angle to thrust himself into her cunt. The sight of his mate and his best friend was nearly enough to make him cum on it’s own, but he was determined to make the most out of this. They moved together in her, Nesta caressing Cassian’s wings with her other hand. Cassian roared, doubling his efforts and Nesta cried out, her orgasm swiftly approaching. Azriel’s grip on her breasts intensified, holding her in place as much as pleasuring her. Cassian wrapped a hand around her throat, squeezing just enough, and used the other to press his thumb into her clit and make small, hard circles. Cassian’s cock slammed repeatedly into her g-spot, rubbing against Az’s through her walls. Nesta’s vision nearly went black and she lost control of her body from the pleasure as she shook. Her muscles tightened around both cocks, the waves continuing to wrack her. She noises she made were feral and had both males roaring as the came deep in her holes. They lay heaped together, shaking and panting.
Cassian, still sheathed in Nesta, lifted her off of Azriel’s lap. Cum spilled down her at the removal of Az’s cock. Cass carried her back over to her armchair and plopped her down, removing himself at the same time. Still bent over, he kissed her softly and deeply before pulling away slowly. The two males gathered their clothes and winked at her, strutting bare-assed out the door of the library.
Nesta sat back in her chair, still short of breath and utterly bewildered. She knew she should probably clean herself up, but found that she indeed couldn’t stand.
“Cauldron boil me!” she cursed and insufferable fae male laughter echoed down the hallway.