ACOTAR Oneshots

Feysand/Rowaelin Foursome**

"Any ground rules?" Asked Aelin.

Feyre couldn't believe they were doing this. Both Rowan and Rhys faced each other with their arms wrapped casually but possessively around their females in front of them.

Rhys was the first to speak up. "I'm the only male ever allowed inside my mate," he said, looking directly at Rowan.

"Same here," agreed Rowan. "And the only one allowed to bite her," he added, nipping at Aelin's neck. She giggled and playfully shoved his face away.

Rhys smirked. "Kinky, but noted."

"Speaking of kinky," said Feyre. "My mate's wings are very.....sensitive," she said as she trailed a finger down the hard membrane. Rhys shuddered and closed his eyes, holding back a groan.

Rowan raises his brows and Aelin chuckles. Feyre continued, "but they are only mine to touch."

Aelin and Rowan nodded. "Then what are we waiting for. Let's start already." Aelin unraveled herself from Rowan's arms and slowly prowled toward Feyre who tried not to tense up. Rhys's hand was steady on her waist rubbing circles in comfort. He knew she wanted this but he could also feel her restless nerves.

Aelin approached her and pushed a stray piece of hair behind Feyre's ear. She was beautiful beyond measure in a fierce way Feyre thought uncommon but mesmerizing.

Aelin leaned in and tentatively placed a kiss on her lips. And another. And another. Liking the new feeling, Feyre pushed past her anxiety and kissed Aelin back. After a moment, Aelin teased the seam of Feyre's lips with her tongue, asking for entrance. Feyre let her in immediately.

They explored each other's mouths. This was different then kissing Rhys who was passionate in a rougher and more grounded way compared to Aelin's sensual and flowing way. Feyre felt like she was floating and melting into Aelin's body. She lifted hands to her waist and shoulder and Aelin moved hers to her jaw to deepen the kisses. Feyre looses herself in the moment for awhile, taking in all the new sensations.

She gasps when she feels Rhysand's hands start to move up and down her waist and his lips explore her neck and shoulder. When she parts from Aelin for a moment she can see Rowan doing the same thing to his mates neck. Everyone is close together now in a mess of hands and kisses. Feyre's cheeks heat when she thinks about what they are doing. Especially when she thinks how Rhys just watched her make out with another female right in front of him. Rhys sends lust filled amusement down the bond. All these new experiences are causing her walls to come down.

When Aelin finally pulls apart, Feyre makes eye contact with Rowan over her shoulder. He gives her a smirk that promises mischief and sex.

"Go ahead." Aelin said.

Her mind tells her to move forward but her legs aren't working. She hears Rhys in her head through the bond.

It's okay. I want to see you kiss him.

That's enough encouragement for her. She maneuvers herself closer to him and leans in at the same time Rowan does for a heated kiss. It is different from the start, much different from his wife. She was slow and torcherous with her tongue while Rowan is rougher than Aelin but just as good. He bites her lower lip and she gasps. Aelin laughs and Feyre can feel faint humor down the bond from her mate. She blushes at how Rowan's action turned her on and that Aelin and Rhys both watched it.