in our youth

Three: Cassian

A/N: AHHHH, sorry for the delay in posting chapters, I had a periodical writers block on this one, but here you go angels!

There were certain perks to being the High Lord's general and how I was treated the moment I sauntered into Rita's was undoubtedly one of them. The slight fae female behind the bar had vibrant pink hair and glittered eyelids. She gave me a knowing smirk as I walked up to the bar. She rolled her eyes playfully, handing me my drink before I even had to ask her for one.

    "Look at you," I cooed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you'd been paying attention to me." She blushed bright red and scoffed. I kept my eyes glued on her as I lifted the plastic cup to my lips and took a deep drink. I loved the way my eyes made females blush and squirm. I was somewhat of a menace, just as both my brothers were. What was the point of being the most powerful Illyrians and most sought-after fucks if you didn't have some fun with it?

    We perhaps had too much fun with it. My mind flitted back to a few nights ago when Az and I had both brought females back to the townhouse and shared them with Rhys. Rhys was the worst about flirting. The High Lord had nearly fucked his way through the entirety of Velaris by now. I half expect the girls I bring home to recognize him from past rendezvous every single time I bring one home to fuck.

    I walk through the crowd, taking no small amount of pleasure from the way people scuttled out of my way. I strolled up to the table where Rhys and Az already had multiple females pawing at them and giggling at their shitty jokes.

    "You're late," Az accused with a glimmer of taunting in his eyes.

    "Better to take longer and enjoy the journey than be quick off the mark," I shrugged at Az, and Rhys scoffed with an eye roll.

    "So, are we getting shitfaced tonight, or what?" Rhys said with a devilish grin. He had fae woman tucked under both arms, giggling and swooning over him. Smug prick. Az had a girl in his lap, smirking over her shoulder.

    "Don't be daft," I rolled my eyes, lifting my cup and finishing it in seconds. A pretty waitress came by ordering drinks, and I ordered two more. I planned to be on another planet before I got home and inevitably crashed.

    Az and Rhys were on their fourth by now, having gotten here before I did. They both had a familiar glazed look in their eyes that let me know they were over halfway to their intoxication destination.

    "Cass!" A girl behind me squealed, wrapping her arms around my neck from behind a little more clumsily than she likely meant to. My eyes widened at Az and his eyes flicked up to the female clinging to my back before looking back to me with a jutted lip and a shrug.

    Assuming it was fairly safe, I turned to see the silver-haired fae I'd hooked up with a few times. She was a good time. If that was where my night ended up, I wouldn't be upset about it. I spun her, sitting her in my lap. She giggled, turning her head to kiss my neck. I sighed into her touch with a smug smile on my face. She smelled like amber and something addicting. And slightly like mirthroot.

    "Hi, love," I smiled at her.

    "Hi," she beamed back.

    The two girls hanging off of Rhysand stood and scurried off to the dance floor together. He sighed in relief, letting his head loll back against the booth. The girl from Azriel's lap wandered off to the bar, and all that was left was the three of us and... I think her name was Tatum?

    "Boys, I am in the mood for debauchery, I cannot lie," Rhysand grinned, resting his hands behind his head. A thrill ran through my body at the thought. Rhysand's last urge for the taboo had landed us all in a sex-ridden game of truth or dare.