p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian was in absolute awe at the girl kneeling below him. The way her soft, velvety lips wrapped around his cock and the occasional glances she stole from under those fluttering eyelashes had his heart skipping beats. He sucked in a breath as she grazed her teeth against his length./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanemThose smutty books must really go in depth, /emhe thoughtem. There's no way sh/em–/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"emspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /span/emNesta flicked her tongue against the tip of his cock before swallowing as much as she could, removing all coherent thoughts from him as he groaned loudly. He twisted his fingers into her soft, golden brown hair and gently pushed her head down further onto his length. Nesta looked up to meet his gaze, and Cassian understood the unspoken words in her eyes. Harder. He nearly melted there, but raised his eyebrow to silently ask, emare you sure/em? She gave a quick nod and smirked, squeezing him tighter./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Any remaining restraint he had snapped as his hips bucked to meet her warm mouth. "Good girl," he muttered as he thrust into her mouth, the grip in her hair tightening. Nesta moaned around him as he fucked her mouth, nearing closer and closer to his release./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"A floorboard creaked in the hall. Steps scuffed along the floorboards, warning the two of Azriel's approach./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian released Nesta's head as she lept away from him and hurried to make herself look busy. Cassian quickly hid his aching cock and tried to look interested in his dinner./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""Good evening," Az said, glancing at the two. If he knew what he had interrupted, he gave no indication./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian gave him a gruff nod before staring into his food. Nesta mumbled some excuse about needing to go to bed early before rushing off. Az glanced at Cassian and smirked before piling his plate high with food and sitting across from him at the table./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""Why." Cassian couldn't bite back the annoyance in his tone./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""I'm chaperone, remember?" Az replied with a cool smile. "Plus, I need to eat at this table too. Can't have you two fucking on it," he said, taking a bite of his food./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian sighed. Az was right, he and Nesta should be more considerate of the shared space with Az. They had to be making his brother uncomfortable, reminding him of his own unrequited desire for Mor. Besides, from what Cassian knew, Az hadn't been with someone in decades. The two brothers used to be more rowdy in their younger days, going out together to find partners for the night, sometimes even sharing. Since Aramanthas reign and losing Rhysand, they had been too focused on their enemies to pursue any of the previous pleasures./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Azriel was likely more frustrated than anything, Cass realized. He hadn't had a female in years, and suddenly his brother is practically fucking a girl on his kitchen table. Not to mention suffering through the scent of their arousal constantly./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian looked down to his untouched plate of food. He took a few bites before glancing at Azriel, whose shadows twirled around him./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Breaking away from his thoughts, he realized just how hard he still was. Nesta was incredible, and the sudden interruption had him aching for more. Thinking of what else her mouth could do—/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""I'm still here, you know?" Az rolled his eyes and made a face of disgust at Cassian's scent./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""You really couldn't have waited another five minutes?" Cassian huffed. "I didn't even finish and now she'll be too embarrassed to face me for the rest of the night," he trailed off before lowering his voice. "You know as well as I do that a hand doesn't compare," he muttered./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Az rolled his eyes and continued eating./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian's thoughts drifted again, but this time to what Nesta ran off to do. She was always reading those filthy books the house gave h—the books. A lightbulb lit in Cassian's head as he recalled one of her more recent readings. He had managed to sneak up behind her and steal a glance at her novel, only to find her engrossed in a vivid depiction of two men with a woman. Naturally, he feigned a gasp at the pure filth and teased Nesta as she smacked him with the book./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"The gears turned in Cassian's head as he finished the remaining food on his plate. He was impossibly hard, Az was likely lonely and jealous, and Nesta was probably just as frustrated as him, resigned to only the company of her hand that night. And if she was so engrossed in that novel—/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Clearing his throat, Az brought Cassian out of his thoughts. Azriel stretched his wings as he stood back from the table and began cleaning up./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""Quiet tonight, huh?" Az remarked. Azriel was used to the silence, but on a normal night Cassian filled it with constant talking—no matter if Nesta and him joined in./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""Just… thinking." Cassian replied shortly. "Trying not to throttle you for interrupting potentially the best sex of my life," he added with a grin./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""Feel free to fuck all you want Cas, just not on the kitchen table for Cauldron's sake," Azriel retorted with a smile before he ducked into the hallway, shadows trailing behind him. span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Alone in the dining room, Cassian sighed and weighed his options. He could approach Nesta, but the passion burning through them earlier had been dampened and turned to embarrassment when Azriel interrupted. If he visited her room now, there was a good chance she would simply ignore him. If he had a new proposal however, one she felt she couldn't turn down…/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"The ache in his groin still remained, reminding him of earlier./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"emCauldron be damned/em, he thought. emIt's worth a shot./em/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian stood from the table, spreading his massive wings as he stretched his muscles, sore from the morning's training. He smirked to himself as he remembered his own brother's wingspan—and what else that wingspan indicated. Nesta knew damn well what that wingspan meant too, and if his glance at the romance novel told him anything, she'd be happy to see some proof of the correlation./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanemThose smutty books must really go in depth, /emhe thoughtem. There's no way sh/em–/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"emspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /span/emNesta flicked her tongue against the tip of his cock before swallowing as much as she could, removing all coherent thoughts from him as he groaned loudly. He twisted his fingers into her soft, golden brown hair and gently pushed her head down further onto his length. Nesta looked up to meet his gaze, and Cassian understood the unspoken words in her eyes. Harder. He nearly melted there, but raised his eyebrow to silently ask, emare you sure/em? She gave a quick nod and smirked, squeezing him tighter./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Any remaining restraint he had snapped as his hips bucked to meet her warm mouth. "Good girl," he muttered as he thrust into her mouth, the grip in her hair tightening. Nesta moaned around him as he fucked her mouth, nearing closer and closer to his release./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"A floorboard creaked in the hall. Steps scuffed along the floorboards, warning the two of Azriel's approach./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian released Nesta's head as she lept away from him and hurried to make herself look busy. Cassian quickly hid his aching cock and tried to look interested in his dinner./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""Good evening," Az said, glancing at the two. If he knew what he had interrupted, he gave no indication./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian gave him a gruff nod before staring into his food. Nesta mumbled some excuse about needing to go to bed early before rushing off. Az glanced at Cassian and smirked before piling his plate high with food and sitting across from him at the table./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""Why." Cassian couldn't bite back the annoyance in his tone./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""I'm chaperone, remember?" Az replied with a cool smile. "Plus, I need to eat at this table too. Can't have you two fucking on it," he said, taking a bite of his food./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian sighed. Az was right, he and Nesta should be more considerate of the shared space with Az. They had to be making his brother uncomfortable, reminding him of his own unrequited desire for Mor. Besides, from what Cassian knew, Az hadn't been with someone in decades. The two brothers used to be more rowdy in their younger days, going out together to find partners for the night, sometimes even sharing. Since Aramanthas reign and losing Rhysand, they had been too focused on their enemies to pursue any of the previous pleasures./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Azriel was likely more frustrated than anything, Cass realized. He hadn't had a female in years, and suddenly his brother is practically fucking a girl on his kitchen table. Not to mention suffering through the scent of their arousal constantly./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian looked down to his untouched plate of food. He took a few bites before glancing at Azriel, whose shadows twirled around him./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Breaking away from his thoughts, he realized just how hard he still was. Nesta was incredible, and the sudden interruption had him aching for more. Thinking of what else her mouth could do—/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""I'm still here, you know?" Az rolled his eyes and made a face of disgust at Cassian's scent./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""You really couldn't have waited another five minutes?" Cassian huffed. "I didn't even finish and now she'll be too embarrassed to face me for the rest of the night," he trailed off before lowering his voice. "You know as well as I do that a hand doesn't compare," he muttered./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Az rolled his eyes and continued eating./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian's thoughts drifted again, but this time to what Nesta ran off to do. She was always reading those filthy books the house gave h—the books. A lightbulb lit in Cassian's head as he recalled one of her more recent readings. He had managed to sneak up behind her and steal a glance at her novel, only to find her engrossed in a vivid depiction of two men with a woman. Naturally, he feigned a gasp at the pure filth and teased Nesta as she smacked him with the book./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"The gears turned in Cassian's head as he finished the remaining food on his plate. He was impossibly hard, Az was likely lonely and jealous, and Nesta was probably just as frustrated as him, resigned to only the company of her hand that night. And if she was so engrossed in that novel—/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Clearing his throat, Az brought Cassian out of his thoughts. Azriel stretched his wings as he stood back from the table and began cleaning up./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""Quiet tonight, huh?" Az remarked. Azriel was used to the silence, but on a normal night Cassian filled it with constant talking—no matter if Nesta and him joined in./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""Just… thinking." Cassian replied shortly. "Trying not to throttle you for interrupting potentially the best sex of my life," he added with a grin./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;""Feel free to fuck all you want Cas, just not on the kitchen table for Cauldron's sake," Azriel retorted with a smile before he ducked into the hallway, shadows trailing behind him. span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Alone in the dining room, Cassian sighed and weighed his options. He could approach Nesta, but the passion burning through them earlier had been dampened and turned to embarrassment when Azriel interrupted. If he visited her room now, there was a good chance she would simply ignore him. If he had a new proposal however, one she felt she couldn't turn down…/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"The ache in his groin still remained, reminding him of earlier./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"emCauldron be damned/em, he thought. emIt's worth a shot./em/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .25in;"Cassian stood from the table, spreading his massive wings as he stretched his muscles, sore from the morning's training. He smirked to himself as he remembered his own brother's wingspan—and what else that wingspan indicated. Nesta knew damn well what that wingspan meant too, and if his glance at the romance novel told him anything, she'd be happy to see some proof of the correlation./p