Nesta x Cassian x Azriel threesome we missed in silver flames

Nesta x Cassian x Azriel threesome we missed in silver flames (Nesta's pov)

By using all of the will I could muster, I managed to pull myself from the romance novel the house selected for me, to go and join Cassian and Azriel for dinner.

As I made my way down a flight of stairs, I reached the dining table where fond memories greeted me staining my cheeks pink. I shook my head and charged for the head of the table. I pulled out the chair and seated myself.

"Evening nes," my mate said as a way of greeting. I simply nodded in response.

To my left sat Cassian, and to my right was Azriel. As a plate of soup and crusted bread and butter appeared Infront of me.

Slurping my soup my eyes darted from the two illyrians, a thought I had briefly entertained from a few weeks ago at training re-appeared in my mind. I wonder what it would feel like placed between those two. Having both pleasure me at once. I shook my head once again banishing the thought. 

A smirk appeared on Azriels face at that moment.

"What?" I asked him in more of a command than question.

The shadowsinger simply giggled as he lowered his head to his spoon and took another slurp, knowing that an answer would be found easier by the man at my left I glanced over to Cassian,

"What is he laughing at?" I asked rather passive aggressively.

Again, Cassian giggled. As if that was an answer. I opened my mouth but before I could speak my mate interrupted me,

"We can scent your arousal, nes," he drew out the nickname in a long, sensual, slightly mocking note.

Blood started rushing to my face. Shit.

"What are you two? hounds?" I scoffed, "smelling my 'arousal'," I said as if it were a joke, trying desperately to cover up the genuine tension, they both just glared at me "ok fine, was reading another romance novel the house recommended for me, so- yeah that is probably what you can smell," with a nod of my head, trying desperately to sound convincing. Neither of the illyrians looked impressed. Double shit. Of course, they knew I was lying, spymaster and all. I let out a huff as I continued to polish off my meal.

After a few moments Cassian said with a smirk on his face "I must say, this is one of my favourite rooms in the house," my brows knitted together as I was questioning what he was referring to. He tilted his head towards me and then it hit me. Oh gods. He was referring to that fond memory I had thought about not to long ago. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm eating," the spymaster said with a rather disturbed look on his face. Well, there goes any hoped of being pleasured by both.

"Yes, and so was she at the time," Cassian added with another smirk "I seem to remember sitting where you where nes, while you where under the table sucki-,"

"Enough!" I said with a raised tone. I dropped my spoon and kicked my chair back preparing to leave but suddenly Azriel gripped my wrist stopping me in my tracks. A puzzled look appeared on my face.

"Sit down. You haven't finished your soup," he purred.

Cassian then wrapped his hand around my other wrist, leading me to my seat.

"Azriels' right, we don't want you leaving on an empty stomach,"

Something about the smell of the room changed in that moment. Oh gods, they were aroused to. Both of them. Now I guess I was the hound. My eyes widened lightly as I sat back down and pulled in my seat. They both eyed me as I dropped my head low draining the remaining few spoon-fulls of soup.

"That's a good girl," Cassian purred.

And I looked up at him to see sensual promise in his words and stare, my gaze flicked to Azriel whose face mirrored my mate's. I leaned back in my chair.