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I could feel my cheeks warming with the wine we were all drinking together. The inner circle - me, Rhys, Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Amren - were all seated around the table at the town house having just finished eating dinner. Well, we’d really finished eating over an hour ago and had since been drinking and talking and laughing, luxuriating in a shockingly normal night together despite the constant turmoil that seemed to surround us. Everyone seemed happily buzzed, content to just be together for once.

I laughed almost uncontrollably as Cassian flirted with Mor, shamelessly laying it on thick as she swatted his hand away from her. Even Azriel and Amren seemed in good spirits, laughing along and drinking their fair share.

I felt Rhys’s eyes on me from across the table and looked in his direction. He was smiling at me, a look of unabashed adoration covering his face.

Can I help you? I asked through the bond. You’ve been looking over here an awful lot tonight. Wouldn’t you rather watch Cass get rejected again?

My darling, all I want is to see you happy. You look beautiful when you’re laughing, he said back. Plus that dress you’re wearing is making it incredibly difficult to think about anything other than getting you upstairs as fast as is socially acceptable.

I blushed and looked away, trying to at least appear to be paying attention to the rest of the group’s conversation.

“Well, as much fun as it is to get drunk with the lot of you, I think I’ll head up to bed. Feyre, I hope you’ll join me soon.” Rhys winked at me and made his way up the stairs. Amren and Cass feigned disgust, rolling their eyes, while the rest of the group laughed.

“Subtle, as always,” I muttered as Az and I stood to clear the dishes. We had decided to all stay together in the town house for at least the weekend. Everyone started to retreat to their own quarters, and by the time Az and I finished with the dishes the house was quiet. We said good night and I started up the stairs toward the room I shared with Rhys.

About halfway to the second floor, I decided to get the book I’d been reading from the study in case I had trouble falling asleep, though that didn’t seem entirely likely given who was waiting for me upstairs. I tiptoed back down the steps and through the hall, rounding the corner to the study before stopping short at the sight in front of me.

My cheeks burned as I took in the scene: Cass stood behind Mor, pressing the front of her body into the built in bookcase. In one of his hands he held both of hers pinned above her head. His other hand was under her dress, not visible from where I stood, while he kissed and bit at her collarbone.

As quickly and quietly as I had happened upon this scene, I turned around and hurried back up the stairs. I burst into the bedroom to find Rhys lounging in our bed. He looked alarmed at my face and demeanor as I closed the door behind me.

“What is it? Did something happen?”

“No, no, nothing like that. I just…” I laughed a little and climbed on the bed to kneel next to him. “I just walked in on Cassian and Mor in the study - I can’t believe it! I didn’t think we’d had that much to drink and…you don’t seem very about this.”

“Well, it’s not exactly the most surprising thing…”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Are they together and no one told me?” I feigned shock, sprawling myself across my mate’s and kicking off my shoes.

“Not exactly…I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this but I couldn’t figure out how - or when - to bring it up.” Rhys seemed nervous, looking across the room to avoid meeting my eye and running a hand through his hair.

I sat back up, tension suddenly wracking my body. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

He looked back over at me and dropped his hand to take mine before sighing. “Nothing’s wrong, my Iove, I just…ok well I’ll start by saying that absolutely nothing needs to change here unless you want it to.”

“Ok…” I said slowly, starting to feel my heart rate picking up. I had no idea what could possibly be making Rhys this stiff and nervous. “Rhys, whatever it is, just tell me. It’s ok.”

He sighed again. “Alright. I really have been meaning to tell you this, there just never seemed to be a great time. But…we, the inner circle that is, have had an arrangement for quite some time.”

“An arrangement?” So vague, so ominous.

“Yes. We’ve had an understanding that we can all…enjoy each other’s company, physically, no strings attached, essentially.”

I balked, sitting up straighter. “ Excuse me ?”

“Before you’re worried, I haven’t…partaken…since we left Under the Mountain. Once I realized you and I were mated, it didn’t seem right until we could sit down and talk about everything. But yes, we all sleep with each other, with the exception of Mor and I obviously. And some other select friends join in from time to time. None of this is a constant thing, but periodically it’s nice to burn off some steam with people you…trust.” He paused to allow me to speak but I had no words, only continuing to stare at him open mouthed. “And as a member of the inner circle now, this um…arrangement applies to you as well. If you wish.”

Now I was truly stunned. My face burned, letting his words sink in.

“Are you saying…that I…but we’re mated…”

“Yes, and of course that will always come first. Think of this as merely an…extra. Completely optional of course. I’m fine to forgo it all if that’s what you prefer.”

My head was spinning but…not in an entirely bad way. I was shocked but also curious. And I couldn’t help but think of what I’d just seen downstairs, placing myself in Mor’s position in my mind’s eye, with Cassian’s hard body pressing me into the books, mouth latched onto my collarbone while his hand trailed up my thigh inching closer and closer to my core.

Rhys laughed, pulling on my hand suddenly so that I fell flat on the bed face down with my head turned to one side. He straddled my outstretched legs and pinned my hands above my head, making me gasp.

“I must have shocked you for you to leave your walls down like that. Is that something you want, Feyre darling? For Cassian to have his way with you? Or maybe Az and I together, taking turns making you moan our names?” Rhys had both of my hands pinned in one of his while his other started to push my dress higher up my thigh. I was breathing hard and fast, having trouble processing what was being asked of me. I tried to arch my back, raising my ass in the air to make room for Rhys’s hand to circle around the front of me, but he pushed me roughly back down on the bed and I grunted and exhaled sharply.

“Answer the question, Feyre love.” He stroked my backside and tightened his grip around my wrists.

“I…I think yes.” My mind was swirling, thoughts jumping from one worry to another excitement then to another question. But yes, that was true. That did sound like something I wanted.

I could hear the feline smile in Rhys’s voice. “Good. Then I’ll tell the others that you are officially fair game.” He spoke slow and seductively, his words making me shiver and ache in my core. Rhys moved his hand to my hip and flipped me roughly back over onto my back, still holding my hands above my head. He used his other hand to grip my face possessive my, just hard enough to snap all my focus back onto him. “Just don’t forget who you belong to, darling. You’re mine. My mate.”

My breath stuttered in my chest. “Always,” I whispered to him.

“Good.” He leaned down and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and letting go of my face in favor of trailing his hand down my body to my aching core. He began to rub back and forth over my clit, but staying over my dress and panties so that the movement only served to frustrate me further. I whined into his mouth, trying to push my hips closer to his.

“I imagine,” he said between kisses, “that you’re going to be very popular. New toys, you know?”

I moaned into our kiss, unable to conceive of a real response. He continued rubbing me, moving his mouth from mine to the side of my neck. Then, between kisses and tantalizing bites, he spoke just below my ear in a voice full of dark promises I couldn’t begin to wrap my mind around quite yet.

“I should warn you, Feyre darling, Cassian and Azriel like to play rough with their toys.” He laughed darkly. “Let the games begin.”

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Two days passed essentially as usual. The inner circle was busy with their meetings, moving in and out of the house. I was busy as well, coordinating some new service projects in Velaris, but no matter what I was doing, I had trouble keeping my mind from straying. I found myself thinking constantly of Rhys’s words - let the games begin. But was I supposed to initiate that? Or just wait for something to happen? I still wasn’t sure what any of this meant or if I even wanted anything to happen. Although even I knew I was mostly lying to myself about that.

The third day after my conversation with Rhys was another busy one. He’d been up and out of the house on work early, before I’d even woken up. I hadn’t seen or heard from him all day. This didn’t particularly bother me - I had been off working all day as well - but I was looking forward to spending some time with him alone before we went to sleep.

After a dinner out with Mor (no mention, again, of my place in the “arrangement”), we returned together to the town house. Immediately upon opening the front door, we could hear Cass and Amren arguing in the dining room, for the most part in a good natured way.

Mor sighed and gave me a look, “Well I guess one of us should go in there and referee this. Want me to take it?”

“If you don’t mind. I haven’t seen Rhys all day so I’m going to go upstairs and see if he’s back yet.”

I dragged myself up the stairs, feeling the exhaustion of a busy week weighing down my steps. I was already fantasizing about a hot bath to unwind, maybe with some company from Rhysand…

I opened the door to our bedroom to find Rhys lounging on the bed, looking over some official looking papers. He looked up at me and smiled, “Hello, Feyre darling.” His violet eyes had a little extra light in them, his smile just a little more mischievous than usual.

“Oh no, what is it?” I asked warily, dramatically hurling myself onto our bed. I crawled across the bed into his lap, kneeling over him while straddling his hips.

“Nothing at all, I’m just happy to see you,” he said, still smirking.

“Mhmm…” I hummed, not really believing him for a second. But he slid his hands into my hair on either side of my head and pulled me in for a kiss, deep and slow, and suddenly I couldn’t care less about whatever he’d been smirking about. I could feel the tension of my day starting to loosen from my shoulders and I sighed contentedly into our kiss.

“Long day?” Rhys asked, pulling back slightly.

“Long week, actually.”

“Well,” Rhys started, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. “We thought me might try to help you relax a little.”

“ We ?”

“Come on in!” Rhys shouted, his eyes never leaving mine as he continued to smile at me in a way that sent shivers down my spine.

The door opened and I whipped my head in its direction. My heart immediately leapt into my throat, beating hard and fast as Azriel stepped into the room wearing his Illyrian leathers.

“Hello, Feyre,” he said. He closed the door behind him but remained standing just in front of it.

“Hi. Rhys…what is this?” I asked, turning back to my mate.

Rhysand ran his hands from my face, down my back, and up under my shirt, stroking the skin of my lower back. “I thought you might be curious to try out the arrangement I’d explained. I do believe one of the scenarios I mentioned specifically involved Azriel and I. And I thought that having me around for the first taste might make you a little more…comfortable.”

I looked back over at Azriel who smiled at me wickedly, echoing the expression on Rhys’s face. I wasn’t entirely sure Rhys being around would make me less nervous but…I’d be lying to myself if I pretended I wasn’t curious about all of this. I straightened my spine, looking again between Rhysand and Azriel and deciding in that moment to pretend I knew what the fuck I was doing and that I wasn’t scared.

“Alright then,” I said, putting on a face and tone that I hoped read as confident and ready for anything. “What did you have in mind, Az?”

Azriel smiled wickedly again, finally taking a few steps closer to the bed. “I thought we could play a game.”

My confidence faltered as I remembered Rhysand’s words from the other night: I should warn you, Feyre darling, Cassian and Azriel like to play rough with their toys.

“A game?” I asked, the words coming out a little too breathlessly. A game with two of the most powerful men in the Night Court. A game with someone who tortures for a living.

Az only nodded at me, taking a few steps closer until he was at the foot of the bed. He gestured with his finger, “Turn around.”

Heart pounding in my chest, I obeyed, turning in Rhys’s lap so that I was settled between his legs with my back leaning into his chest. Rhysand ran his fingers through my hair and across my collarbone, settling his hands at my waist and holding me tight to him. I shivered, chills erupting down my spine.

“What kind of game?” My voice was coming out too high and small - so much for my confidence routine.

“The first and most important rule of this game,” Az said, climbing to kneel at our feet on the bed, “is that you do everything you’re told, when you’re told to do it.”

“I’m afraid obedience doesn’t come very naturally to our little Feyre,” Rhys said. I could hear the smirk in his voice and I rolled my eyes.

“And the second rule?” I asked.

“You have to stay very quiet.” Az said.

“Another thing our Feyre does not excel at.” I tried to swat at Rhys behind me but he dodge my hand and laughed, leaning in to bite at my neck teasingly.

“You wouldn’t want our friends downstairs to know what you’re doing up here, would you?”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the blush I could feel spreading across my chest. “Alright. I’m in. Do your worst,” I said, immediately regretting my wording when both men laughed darkly under their breath.

Az smiled wickedly at me and I felt like I had just a taste of the fear some of his captives must feel. That smile said a lot about the man - his capabilities, his dark imagination, his desires.

“To start, no hands. Rhys?”

Rhysand took each of my wrists and pulled them behind my back, pinning them behind me in one of his hands.

If anything is too much, just tell me through the bond and we’ll stop right away. Ok? I heard Rhys’s voice in my head.

Ok, I said back. I almost couldn’t hear my own thoughts over the sound of my heart beating.

“And legs apart,” Az instructed. Rhys hooked his ankles around mine and spread both of our legs, leaving me in a position completely open and unable to move.

Azriel moved closer, kneeling between my legs just in front of me. He leaned in slightly and tucked my hair behind my ear, his fingers trailing across my cheek on their way back. My lips parted and I was panting slightly. Basically nothing has happened yet, but I could already feel every nerve ending in my body as if they were electrified.

“You look scared little Feyre. Are you afraid?” he was taunting me, I could hear it in his voice.

I swallowed before speaking to try to steady my voice. “No.”

Az’s eyes flicked over my shoulder to meet Rhys’s.

“I think she’s lying,” Rhys said, nuzzling his nose into my hair and tightening his grip on my wrists slightly.

Azriel shook his head. “No lying Feyre, that’s against the rules too. Now tell me,” he took my chin in his fingers, leaning in close so that our noses almost touched. “Are you afraid?”

My breath was embarrassingly loud already. “Yes, a little.”

“Good girl,” he said, leaning in the last inch and pressing his lips to mine. They were softer than I expected, even softer than Rhysand’s. We kissed slowly while Rhys played with my hair with his free hand.

“Just relax, Feyre,” he said softly. “Let go.”

I tried to hear him. I took a deep breath and let my shoulders fall, releasing the tension I’d been holding in my arms. Sighing that breath out, my lips parted and Az took the opportunity to deepen our kiss. A thrill shot straight through me the moment our tongues met and I let myself get lost in it, kissing him back fully and deeply, relishing in the feeling of Rhys’s solid body behind me and the two men holding my arms, legs, and face. I didn’t have to think, I realized, I could just be. Just go with the flow.

I felt a hand on my waist, squeezing once before sliding up and over my shirt. I moaned into our kiss as he skated over my breasts. It was hardly anything at all, but the intensity of everything happening made even the smallest touch send a bolt of electricity straight to my core. Fingers circled my nipples through the fabric of my shirt and I panted into Azriel’s mouth, trying my best to stay focused on kissing him.

“She likes it when you pinch them,” Rhysand said, stroking the side of my thigh. My face burned hot.

“Yeah?” said Az against my lips. “Like this?”

He pinched one nipple lightly and I whimpered into his mouth.

“A little harder,” Rhys said.

Az huffed a laugh and bit my lower lip just as he pinched hard on my nipple. I cried out, involuntarily thrusting my hips forward.

Az pulled back from my mouth. “Now, Feyre, you’re going to have to do better than that at staying quiet. Or maybe we have to help you a little? What do you think, Rhys?”

Rhys moved the hand that had been resting on my thigh to my neck, squeezing my throat just enough to make my head spin a little.

“Try now,” he said. I could practically hear the feline smile in his voice.

Azriel slid his hand under my shirt and up to my other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers for a few seconds before pinching hard again. I cried out again but with Rhys’s hand around my throat, it only came out as a strangled sound.

“Much better. And you look so pretty with his hand around your neck, Feyre. Can you thank Rhysand for helping you?”

“Thank you,” I whispered through my constricted throat. Blood was pounding in my ears. This was so much more than I had bargained for but…I found myself loving every fucked up moment of it.

“How about a thank you kiss?” Rhys whispered in my ear, lightening his grip just a little. I turned my head to the side and he kissed me feverishly, kissed me in a way I could feel down to my toes. I lost myself in it, barely registering as Azriel undid the tie on my pants and slid them off me. I felt his hands slide up my legs and land on my thighs, pressing them into the bed. A thumb pressed down on my clit through my panties so suddenly that my whole body bowed against Rhys’s chest.

“Fuck!” I moaned loudly, my head whipping back around to look at Azriel.

“Shhh sweetheart, we’re being quiet remember.” He smirked at me as his thumb dipped under the side of my panties and slid up my center to my clit. He moved over it just a few times and I tried so hard to be quiet that when a sound finally came out it was less of a moan than a strangled cry.

He moved his hand away and I couldn’t help but push my hips forward wanting so so much more.

“That was a little better but I think you might need some more help.”

Rhys removed his hand from my throat and pushed two fingers into my slightly open mouth.

“Good. Now I’ve heard you’ve had a long week. Do you want to cum for us, Feyre?” he started rubbing my clit with his thumb again and I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded.

“What was that?”

He squeezed my thigh hard and I opened my eyes again. “Yes, please,” I said as best I could with my mouth full of Rhys’s fingers. This was honestly humiliating but I was having an incredibly difficult time making myself care.

“That’s what I thought.” Azriel pulled off my panties and left them on the bed right next to us. He knelt between my legs and wasted no more time before running his tongue up my center and sucking my clit into his mouth. My eyes rolled back and I groaned around Rhys’s fingers as Azriel worked my clit with his tongue. It didn’t take long before I could feel the muscles in my core tightening. Azriel moved one hand from my thigh and I felt his finger sink deep inside me right as his tongue flicked over my clit again. He curled his finger over and over and the combination started building a pressure in me so intense that it was almost painful. I was trying my hardest to stay quiet but I let out a strangled moan as he added a second finger. I was losing it so so quickly.

Rhysand pushed his fingers deeper in my mouth and I gagged on them, tears welling in my eyes. “Shhh baby, you’re doing so good.” I felt his hard cock pushing into the back of me and between that, his words, and everything Azriel was doing to me, I came hard and suddenly, doing my best not to bite down on Rhys’s fingers.

But Az didn’t stop, didn’t move his mouth from me, only started fucking me harder with his fingers. The moment I came down from my first orgasm the next one started building, the pressure even more intense. I came hard again, groaning and arching my back painfully, trying to pull my legs together but Rhys still had them held down and apart with his own. And still Az was going.

“One more for us sweetheart?” Rhys asked in a low voice, pressing my tongue with his fingers.

“Uh-uh,” I tried to mumble with a full mouth. I could hardly think. The line of pain and pleasure was so blurred I couldn’t tell what was happening to me. I could hear desperate nonsensical sounds coming from me as my third orgasm built. And then it hit and I think I blacked out for a moment, the room ceased to exist and I came to with tears streaming down my face, screaming around Rhys’s fingers, which, admittedly, did help keep me much quieter.

Az finally pulled away, his mouth and hand glistening. Rhys took his fingers out of my mouth and petted my hair soothingly. “So good baby, you did so good for us.”

Az sat up and looked at me with a smirk, holding my chin in his fingers. “You look so pretty with all those tears in your eyes, honey. You should come over here and see, Rhys.”

Rhysand untwined our hands and legs and I knelt as he moved to the front of me alongside Azriel. I could feel my cheeks turning redder under their gaze but…I didn’t hate it. Something about the way they were talking to me was so unbelievably hot, even if it was also degrading and infuriating.

“Aww and she’s shaking too,” Rhys said in a mock pitying voice. “Is it too much for you, little Feyre?”

I shook my head moving to wipe the tears from my face.

Az grabbed my hand, stopping me. “Don’t. I like them.” A chill went down my spine and straight to my core. I put my hand back in my lap.

“Ok,” I said quietly.

Azriel started to undo his belt and my mouth went dry. “Do you think you can take just a little more, sweet thing?”

I nodded, my eyes flicking to meet my mate’s. “Not me today, Feyre, darling, I’m just here to watch.”

My gaze shifted back to Azriel as he was pulling off his pants.

“Hands and knees facing Rhys, Feyre.” Az commanded, but he let just enough softness slip into his voice that I was reminded we were all friends. We were all just playing a game that I was, in reality, in full control over.

Rhysand stood at the foot of the bed and I shakily moved onto my hands and knees facing him. Az was behind me, stroking himself lazily and running a hand up and down my backside. He smacked my ass once and I yelped in surprise. I heard him laugh under his breath and he rubbed it soothingly again.

“Here, Feyre, open up,” Rhys said, picking up my panties and pressing them into my mouth. My face was on fire, I had never done anything like any of this and I couldn’t believe how much I was loving every second of it. “That should help keep you quiet.”

Rhysand held eye contact with me as I felt Az sinking his cock into me slowly. I was so wet that it slid in easily despite his size and I moaned deeply at the delicious stretch, my eyes rolling into my skull. Az soon as he was fully in, As pulled back and started fucking me steady and hard. My limbs were still gelatinous from before and my arms quickly collapsed, my chest pressing into the mattress with my head turned to the side. Az held me up by my hips and I could feel pleasure building in me with every deep thrust. And it was deep . Once again I found myself riding the line between pleasure and pain, moaning incoherently with my own panties in my mouth.

Rhysand had taken his cock out of his pants and was stroking himself in front of us. “Gods you look so beautiful like that. Are you going to cum for us one more time, sweetheart?”

I could only whimper in reply as Azriel picked up his pace, fucking me mercilessly and cursing under his breath. “Fuck you’re so tight, Feyre. Let me feel you cum around my cock.”

And he didn’t have to wait long. “Ohmygodsohmygodsohmygods,” I was deliriously saying over and over again, though it was obscured by the fabric in my mouth.

“Look up at me when you’re going to cum, Feyre,” Rhysand said to me. I could tell he was getting close, moving his hand faster over himself. The pressure in me was building to an almost unbearable amount and I knew I was right on the edge.

I pushed back up onto my hands and looked up at my mate, meeting his violet eyes full of heat and lust. With his free hand, he pulled my panties out of my mouth. I gulped some air in for just a few seconds, trying desperately to hold back my moans as Az pounded into me.

“Think you can help me finish, sweetheart?” Rhys asked.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Ohmygodsyesyesyesyes.” Rhys threaded his hands in my hair and worked his completely hard cock into my mouth.

He groaned and the sound sent a bolt of heat straight through me. “Good girl, just like that.” Rhys started fucking my mouth, holding me by my hair so that he could control the speed. I felt so deliciously full, so wanted and so so close to cumming.

Az tightened his grip on my hips and pulled me back hard onto his cock before I felt him cum deep in me and that was it for me. I moaned loudly, almost choking on Rhys as I squeezed my eyes shut and came hard around Azriel. Rhys followed soon after, pumping into my mouth a few more times before cursing under his breath and finishing down my throat. He pulled out and I swallowed before rolling onto my back and panting heavily, trying to catch my breath. My face was wet with tears and drool and Rhys’s cum but I didn’t have the energy to care.

Az picked up my foot and started rubbing it soothingly and Rhys leaned over me, kissing my forehead and playing with a piece of my hair.

Suddenly, I started laughing. Like full on hysterically laughing, unable to really process everything that had just happened.

I opened my eyes to see both of them grinning at me.

“What’s so funny?” Az asked, switching to my other foot.

“I think I won the game,” I said and we all burst out laughing together.

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My head was spinning in just the right way as I danced at Rita’s, just a little bit looser than I normally would due to the several (read: 3 and half) drinks Mor had pushed on me so far. I laughed as Cassian took my hand and spun me around a few times before I stumbled clumsily into Rhys. He didn’t seem to mind though, only smirked down at me and pulled me into his arms to dance closer.
The night was all Mor’s idea. We’d all been so busy we’d barely spent any time together the last week or so and the intense schedule was beginning to wear on all of us. Mor, of course, thought the cure was a night out dancing and copious amounts of alcohol. And, despite our grumbling about how much we all had to do, she was turning out to be right. For the first time in weeks, we all let go and had some fun. Even Amren was out, albeit holding down our both with a drink in her hand instead of dancing with the rest of us.

I took a deep breath, relishing in the rare weightlessness of the night. Rhys slid his hands up the front of my thighs, pressing me closer to him, my back against his chest. I laid my head back against his shoulder and turned my head into his neck, kissing him right where I could feel his pulse beneath his skin. I felt more than heard a soft moan in response and he pulled me against him even tighter. He ducked his head and grazed his teeth along the edge of my ear making goosebumps erupt along my arms and legs.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to take you out back and have my way with you,” he murmured in my ear.

I laughed try to cover the way my heart stuttered and cheeks heated up at the tone of his voice.

“And risk being seen and ruining our good reputation?” I spun in his arms to face him, meeting his eyes with a challenge.

Rhys’s eyes flicked behind me, and his mouth flattened in displeasure. “I think we might already be in danger of being scolded,” he said flatly, though still smirking enough to show he was being light hearted.

Before I could ask what he meant, I felt a hand around my waist pulling me back from Rhys.

“Alright, I’m borrowing Feyre before the two of you disappear again,” Mor said, sticking her tongue out at Rhys as he rolled his eyes. “Come on, Feyre, let’s get another drink.”

Mor took my head and pulled me across the dance floor toward the bar. We stood side by side and Mor ordered us each a shot of something and a cocktail. The shots came first and Mor handed me mine with a wink.

“Bottoms up,” she said, clinking her drink against mine before tossing back her drink. I followed her lead, squeezing my eyes shut as the sweet blue liquid burned its way down my throat. I coughed a little but didn’t totally hate the feeling of warmth that spread through me from the center out. I opened my eyes and Mor and I laughed as I coughed again.

“So…do you want to talk about it?” she asked with just a hint of a smirk.

“Talk about what?”

The bartender handed us our cocktails and Mor took a pointed sip, leaning against the bar with her hip propped against it.

“The ‘arrangement’ as Rhys likes to call it,” she said.

I dropped my eyes immediately and took a long sip of my drink, savoring the sweet taste.

“Oh yeah, that. To be honest, I’m not too worried about it, I just don’t want to…mess anything up. With Rhys, I mean.”

“Oh don’t worry about that,” Mor took another sip of her drink. “We all know situation. You and Rhys are mates - that comes before everything. The rest of us are just…sugar on top.” Mor winked at me.

“‘Us?’” I asked, suddenly fining it difficult to maintain eye contact with Mor. And also suddenly very aware of the small amount of space separating us in the loud and crowded bar.

Her red lips parted into a heart-stopping smile and she set her drink down on the bar, moving even closer to me. I stopped breathing for a moment as she twirled a ringlet of my hair around her finger, gaze dropping to my mouth.

“The boys aren’t the only ones who get to have a little fun, you know,” she said quietly, her hip bumping mine as she leaned toward me. She looked back up at my eyes, her brows raised before shooting me a crooked smile. “Finish your drink and follow me?” A question, not a demand.

I glanced over toward Rhys, dancing with the rest of the group. They’d even dragged Amren out to the floor and she swayed hesitantly next to them, not looking completely miserable as Cass goaded her into dancing. As if he could feel my gaze, Rhys looked over at me and winked before returning his attention to Az, Cass, and Amren.

I took a steadying breath and knocked back the rest of my drink in one go, placing my glass back on the bar.

“Alright, Mor,” I smiled back, trying to match her flirtatious confidence. “Let’s go.”

She grinned and took my hand, pulling me back across the dance floor toward the back of the bar. We turned down a dark hallway and for a moment I thought we were heading to the alley outside but then Mor pushed opened a door and pulled me into a dim room. Well, not really a room so much as a storage closet. My head spun and I giggled uncharacteristically as Mor pulled the door closed firmly behind us and locked it.

“Here?” I asked, laughing.

I felt Mor’s hands on my hips, pulling me into her. “I locked the door,” she said and her lips met mine. She tasted sweet from the drinks we’d had and I sighed into her mouth, the buzz helping me relax into our kiss.

I draped my arms over her shoulders and slid my tongue into her mouth. Everything about Mor was soft - strong, but soft. Her mouth was completely intoxicating, tongue meeting mine as we kissed. Her hands slid from my hips, over my ass, and up my back. My dress was backless and her hands against my bare skin felt amazing.

I don’t know if it was the alcohol emboldening me, but I spun us slightly, leaning Mor against the door we had just come through. She made a little noise into my mouth and I took that as a positive sign, kissing her deeper and more fervently. I moved my hands down her arms, over her breasts to settle on her hips as she moved her grip back down to my ass, pulling me against tight her.

Standing this close, one of her thighs was wedged between mine and the sudden movement against my core sent a bolt of want through me. I giggled again and felt her smiling as she pulled back a little and placed a long, slow kiss on my jaw.

“Something funny?” she asked, slowly kissing her way up my jaw.

“I just…” My breath caught as Mor kissed the sensitive spot just behind my ear. She must’ve noticed because she stayed there, letting her teeth graze my skin. “I just didn’t expect this.”

She huffed a little laugh against my neck. “Do you like it?” her voice was sweet in my ear.

Just as I was about to answer, she pulled me against her again, her thigh between my legs creating delicious friction against my center. “Yes,” I said, too breathily and now she was laughing.

“Me too.”

I put my hands on either side of her face to pull her lips back to mine. The music was loud through the walls as we made out. We were both a little breathless and our hands explored aimlessly. I was just drunk enough that everything felt a little loose, a little blurred, but only enough to make me relaxed and not overthink how much I was enjoying this.

Soon, I felt us sliding down toward the floor. When we hit the ground, Mor’s back was still leaning against the door, her legs outstretched in front of her. I was straddling one of her thighs with my hands threaded in her hair, holding her face to mine.

I rolled my hips experimentally and nearly whimpered into Mor’s mouth at the friction on my clit. Mor’s hands found my hips and helped guide me into a rhythm, rolling myself on her thigh over and over as we kissed feverishly.

I pulled my mouth back for a second to press my forehead against hers, both of us breathing hard.

“Oh. My. Gods,” I panted in time with the movement of my hips. I could feel something inside me getting tighter, warmer, and it made me more desperate.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, moving one hand to pull my head back to hers before putting it back on my hip. I made a breathless needy moaning sound into her mouth as she pushed me down harder onto her and it was the final straw to crumble my inhibitions.

I ground myself on her thigh, no longer caring how desperate it seemed. I was desperate. The pressure in me was building deliciously but slowly and I whimpered as I tried to find the best angle to get me over the edge. I still had one hand in Mor’s hair and I moved the other down between her legs, rubbing over her skin tight leggings in time with my movements.

We weren’t even really kissing at that point, just panting and moaning against each other’s mouths as we chased our releases. I was getting close and I guessed she was too judging by how tight her hands had become around my hips.

“Oh fuck, oh my gods” Mor moaned in a high breathy voice. I couldn’t believe how much that sound turned me on. So much so that I barely registered another voice somewhere in the distance, instead rubbing over her clit a little faster.

But then I heard it again. “Mor? Feyre? I saw you guys come back here, please do not make me check all these doors.”

It was Cassian, close enough I couldn’t ignore it this time.

“Fuuuuck,” Mor groaned with frustration, leaning her head back against the door and closing her eyes. I had stilled myself and we were both panting, trying to catch our breath.

“The bar is closing! They’re kicking us out!” Cass shouted down the hall.

My face turned bright red as I realized we were going to have to leave this closet together and there was absolutely no way to pretend we weren’t doing what we had just been doing.

“No chance he’s going to walk away, huh?” I whispered.

Mor sighed. “I highly doubt it.”

We stood up shakily, giggling as we tripped over each other’s limbs and did our best to fix each other’s hair and makeup.

“Alright,” Mor said dramatically with her hand on the doorknob, “Here we go.”

She opened the door and Cassian was standing right on the other side sporting the most shit-eating grin I’d even seen.

“Well, hello there,” he said, not even trying to contain himself. My cheeks burned red, not because I was ashamed but just embarrassed at being caught doing this in a storage closet in public.

Mor seemed less fazed, just rolling her eyes and swatting at Cass’s chest as she lead us back down the hall toward the dance floor.

“Great timing, Cass,” she said.

Cassian laughed as he slung an arm around each of our shoulders and the three of us made our way out of Rita’s to meet the rest of our friends outside.

Chapter Text

The 6 of us walked back through Velaris to the townhouse, the night sky sparkling overhead. The breeze off the Sidra felt especially cool on my flushed skin.

Rhys fell in step beside me, placing a hand on the bare skin of my back.

Where did you disappear to, my love? He asked through the bond.

I smirked, not meeting his eye but looking straight ahead as we walked as a group. I sent an image down the bond of me whimpering and grinding on Mor’s thigh.

I felt Rhys’s fingers clench subtly over my spine. Mmm, he purred, looks like you had quite a night.

Would’ve been better if we hadn’t been so rudely interrupted by Cassian. I sent another image down the bond, of Cassian’s shit-eating grin when Mor and I left the closet. I looked over and Rhys was choking back a laugh.

Rhys’s hand dropped lower, squeezing my ass hard enough that I had to suppress a squeak. The others walked in front of us, seemingly unaware as Rhys leaned in close to my ear.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered against my ear before closing his teeth around my earlobe. My breath caught in my throat. I was so keyed up already from my encounter with Mor that every word, every touch from Rhys sent shivers through me. I was aching in my core, on the verge of begging for relief already.

“Rhys…” I breathed. We had slowed our walking, dropping a bit further behind the others.

“Good girls get taken care of,” his hand moved to my hip, fingers digging into my skin just slightly. “Do you want to be a good girl for me?” His voice was smoke drifting in the night.

“Yes,” I whispered, leaning my weight into his side. My legs felt shaky and my head was still light and floaty from the drinks. Anything, I’d do anything right now was what I was really thinking.

His grip on me tightened almost painfully and he laughed darkly as he leaned back to my ear. “Careful what you let slip out of that pretty mind of yours, Feyre. ‘Anything’ is a dangerous promise to make the Lord of Nightmares.”

Oh. That voice. That voice had me clenching my thighs together, breath suddenly stuttering in my chest. I could play this game.

I schooled my face into the most innocent look I could, my eyes wide and lips pouty.

“Well I would hate to ever break a promise, High Lord .” I blinked my eyes up at him and did my best not to smirk when surprise cracked through his facade briefly.

“Oh that’s it, we’re done walking.”

Before I knew it, we were winnowing, landing with a jolt in our bedroom. The room was lit dimly by a couple small lamps and the moonlight streaming in from outside. In the light of night, Rhys looked more powerful than usual. Dark, hard lines, reminiscent of the version of him that ruled in Hewn City. It was intoxicating. I loved having every version of him available to me.

Rhys crowded me to the wall slowly and deliberately, eyes only leaving mine to drop to my lips once he had me caged in between his arms.

He pressed a single chaste kiss to my lips. “Kneel for your High Lord, Feyre,” he commanded quietly.

My breath was coming in short, shallow pants and I did as he said, sinking to my knees in front of him. I looked up at him through my lashes, my lips parted.

Rhys put his hand under my chin, thumb trailing up and down my jaw line before settling on my lower lip, pulling it into a pout.

“You’re so beautiful. So sweet and all mine.” He was speaking in a low sultry voice, eyes raking all over me. “Stay right there, sweetheart.”

I could hardly stand the anticipation as Rhys walked across the room, grabbing a pillow from our bed. I felt so much heat inside myself, so much want and lust and need and all I wanted to do was make him want me. He brought the pillow over to me.

“Up a little,” he said, looking down at me, “and spread your legs.”

I did as he said again, rising up on my knees and parting them. He crouched down in front of me and pushed the pillow between my legs before standing back up and sitting on the edge of our bed a few feet in front of me.

“You can sit back down, sweetheart.” I dropped my hips, settling myself into a straddle over the pillow. I could already see where this was going and a flush was spreading across my chest and cheeks. “Like I said, Feyre, good girls get taken care of. Have you been a good girl?”

I nodded, biting my lower lip and looking up at Rhys.

Rhys shook his head slightly. “ Have you been a good girl, Feyre, darling?”

I let out a shaky breath. “No.”

“No?”

“No, High Lord .” I tried my best to suppress a smirk.

“Watch your tone, sweetheart,” he said mockingly. “Now let’s try to do as we’re told. Show me what you were doing that got you so worked up tonight.”

“I…” I didn’t know how to do this. I’d never performed like this, with someone just sitting and watching me.

“Show me, Feyre.” That voice. That cruel, court of nightmares voice that sent a cold shiver down my spine.

“Yes, sir.”

I gripped the front end of the pillow, leaning over it and pushing my hips down experimentally. The pillow was firm and the friction against my center sent sweet little shocks through me. I rolled my hips, moving myself over the pillow a few times. I sighed out a shaky breath, closed my eyes, and tried to lose myself to instinct and feeling. I let myself move faster, a little more desperately, unabashedly rubbing my clit on the pillow over and over, gripping hard with my hands to hold it in place. My breath was coming faster and it did feel good, but not good enough.

“Look at me, Feyre.”

I looked up, not stopping the motion of my hips. Rhys’s gaze was burning down at me and I felt embarrassed, on display and desperate, but not in an entirely bad way.

“You look frustrated. Something wrong?” He smirked down at me.

“It’s not enough,” I whined, sounding much needier than I meant to.

Rhys tutted at me condescendingly. “What do you need, darling?”

I was turned on enough from Mor earlier that I could feel a heat building in me but I could already tell there was no way this was going to be enough to make me come.

“I need more.” I tried adjusting my angle a little, whimpering when it didn’t help at all. Between the few drinks I’d had and how close I’d been to finishing earlier, I was losing all my inhibitions. Everything about me was need and want.

“Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll give you what you need, Feyre.”

“Please,” I panted, “please, please, please.” Every word was coming out breathier than the one before it but I was so beyond caring.

Rhys hummed, almost purred, contentedly to himself as he stood and came back over to me, standing in front of me. He slid a hand around my throat, squeezing slightly and using his thumb to push my chin up to look at him.

“You sound so sweet when you beg for me. You want me to make you feel good, sweetheart?”

I nodded hypnotically, my gaze not leaving his eyes.

“Show me how much you want it.” He squeezed my throat just enough to make my head float.

It took me a moment to catch on before I rose up on my knees, lowering his zipper and pulling his already hard cock from his pants. He moved his hand from my throat to grip my hair at the nape of my neck as I took him into my mouth as deep as I could get him.

He let out a breath, using his grip on my hair to control my movements entirely. He moved my head back and forth slowly but every time pushing me further and further until I could feel the tip of him hitting the back of my throat with each stroke.

“Mmm, now you’re being a good girl for me. Do you like being on your knees for your High Lord?”

I hummed what I hoped would be understood as a positive response as he kept moving my head over his cock.

“Are you mine, Feyre?”

I hummed again.

“What was that?” He pulled my head back and off of him suddenly enough that I gasped at the tug on my hair.

“I’m yours,” I panted, looking up at him.

“Come here, sweet thing.”

I stood shakily, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I rose.

He took my face in his hands and kissed me so deeply I could feel it adding to the heat building in my core. I moaned into the kiss, not even trying to hold back the want I was feeling, just letting it all out.

He pulled away too soon. “On the bed,” he said, giving me a peck on the lips before pushing me gently toward the bed a few feet away.

I climbed on to it, crawling across until I was situated with my head on the pillows. He followed, pulling my panties off before pushing my legs apart and settling between them.

My dress was pushed up over my hips, leaving my lower half bare. Rhys was laid over top of me, his cock resting just over my center. I pushed my hips up a little, moving back and forth to feel his hardness pressing into my clit.

He smirked down at me, “Does that feel good? Do you think you could get yourself off just doing that?”

I bit my lip, nodding at him as his hand circled my throat once again, squeezing. Emboldened, I rocked my hips back and forth over the length of him. It felt so much more intense than the same motion had on the pillow. I was so desperately turned on I could feel myself getting closer and closer within seconds, especially with his hand tightening around my throat and his lips on my neck.

“Oh my gods, Rhys, please please please,” the words came out strangled through his grip on me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give my good girl what she wants.” Rhys pulled back slightly and then finally sunk himself deep in me. I was too lost in him to be embarrassed by the breathy moan that left my mouth the moment I finally felt him. “Fuck, you feel so good every time, Feyre.”

I could only whimper in reply as he started moving in me. I had expected him to be loose and fast but instead he moved slow and deliberately, making sure I felt every inch of every movement deep in me. I couldn’t tell if this was a punishment or a reward. I tried pushing my hips up, attempting to set a faster pace, but he pushed them back down onto the mattress with one hand as the other found my clit and started rubbing slow, slow circles.

“Rhys, gods fuck please more please,” I whimpered incoherently into his neck.

“Shh, baby, just relax. You’ll get what you want, I promise.”

I made some noise that was half whining and half moaning as he pressed a little harder on my clit, still making slow steady circles with his thumb as his hips snapped into my rhythmically. This wasn’t the pace I was used to, but there was a certain addicting feeling to it. I could feel everything inch of him moving in me, building anticipation with every stroke. My needy whimpers quickly turned into moans as I felt the tension in me ratcheting up at a delicious pace.

“That’s it baby,” he purred, nipping at the skin on my neck, “I told you I’d take care of my good girl.”

I felt hot everywhere, could feel my muscles starting to clench tight around him. He never sped up his pace but started snapping his hips harder at the end of everything thrust. I was so close, a whole night of build up waiting to break over me. My moans turned breathier and higher until no sound was leaving me, my mouth just a perfect O as I was right on the edge of losing it.

“There it is, let go, Feyre.”

My back arched off the bed as I came, Rhys’s hand coming up to cover my mouth and quiet the sounds I was making. He came quickly after me, his hands on my face and hip tightening and loosening as the tension rolled over him and left his body. His movements slowed as we both came down from our orgasms and he collapsed next to me on the bed. I heard our friends moving around downstairs, having just gotten home as we finished.

Rhys groaned happily, pulling me close and biting my shoulder before kissing the same spot.

“My sweet, sweet Feyre,” he said, kissing up my neck. “I am utterly lost to you.”

I laughed a little and thought again what I had thought earlier after leaving Rita’s: anything. I’d do anything for him.