After Rowan breaks the news of your mating bond You have some alone time waiting for your new found mates to return. It leaves you with some thoughts running a little wild.
warnings: smut, threesome
note: this is technically a part 2 to my Lysaedion fic (linked here) from last poly week but it can be read as a standalone!
Basking in the sunshine all you can think about is how you’re lucky enough to have two mates. Two! And it’s the two people you are so deeply in love with and who clearly want you as badly as you want them.
Your fingers brush against the edge of the soft picnic blanket occasionally grasping at the lush blades of grass. Since the moment Lysandra was called away from you all you could think about was what the future with your mates would look like. Or what you would get them for a mating gift.
Rushed murmurs and quick footsteps have you sitting up. A warm feeling in your chest getting brighter and brighter as Aedion and Lysandra approach. A bright smile breaks out on your lips as they round the corner of the hedges.
Aedion looked pissed, surely at the news of Rowan spoiling their news. Lysandra lays a hand on his strong chest, nodding her head in your direction, making her soft brown waves bounce. Your fingers flex at the sight wishing you could run your fingers through her soft locks. Aedion looks down at you, the anger melting from his face at the sight of your smile.
“My mates,” you say, reaching a hand out to them.
Aedion’s large hand engulfs yours as he sinks down onto his knees in front of you. Even kneeling the male towers over you. He brings your fingers to his lips pressing soft kisses across your knuckles. “I’m so sorry y/n,” Aedion whispers. “I’m sorry we did not get to tell you first.” You trace the side of his face down to his jaw with a feather light touch that has him squeezing his eyes closed and letting out a shuddering breath. “It’s ok. I’m happy I know that this pull I feel towards the two of you isn’t all in my head. That there’s this beautiful connection between us after wanting you both for so long.” You quickly blink away tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
Lysandra sniffles next to you, her slender hand brushing your hair behind your ear and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You let out a hum, leaning your head onto Lysandra’s shoulder and press a flurry of kisses to her neck. “I need you, both of you.” You moan unashamed against Lysandra’s skin.
Aedion grabs your hips, pulling your back flush against his chest, grinding his hard length against your ass. Your fingers thread through Lysandra’s hair, pulling her in for a kiss. Your lips move against each other slowly, taking each other in. Her tongue prodding at the seam of your lips. You let her in and Lysandra cradles the back of your head, your breasts pressing against hers.
Behind you, Aedion groans at the sight of his mates kissing and grabbing at each other. His hands wander to the back of your dress to undo the ribbons. Lysandra senses what he’s doing. Her eyes fly open and claws quickly slash Aedion’s shirt in half. He shrugs the scraps of fabric off, quickly getting back to your dress, pulling it down your shoulders.
You help Aedion shimmy the dress off letting it pool at your knees on the blanket. “Fuck you’re perfect,” Adeion breathes out. Lysandra hums in agreement, her fingers dragging up from your thighs to under your breasts. Her thumbs rubbing slow circles on your pert nipples. You moan, dropping back against Aedion, his warm chest helping ground you before you can completely float away from their pleasurable touches. An unbearable heat pools in your core making your hips twitch. “You want us to touch you, love?” Aedion’s rough voice has your eyes fluttering shut. “Yes,” you whimper. He teases you, running his fingers back and forth against the waistband of your panties. Finally, Aedion slides his hand down past your clit down to your entrance, collecting your wetness to bring his fingers back to your clit. You moan at the attention he gives your sensitive bud. The slow, agonizing circles Aedion is torturing you with, combined with Lysandra pinching and twisting at your nipples has your eyes rolling back and moans getting louder with each touch.
“Fuck so good, feels so good,” you pratically yell. Lysandra moves to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving marks on your skin. “More please more!” you beg.
“Gods you sound so sexy begging for us. Our mate, so perfect.” Lysandra groans.
Your head is titled back now thanks to Lysandra angling you to better reach where your neck and shoulder meets. Blinking up at Aedion you grind your hips down against his hand. “Want your fingers. Please please please.” All Aedion does is smirk down at you. His attack on your clit stops as two of his fingers plunge into your pussy. “You can take them, baby. Yeah, there you go. That’s our good girl,” He groans out. The look of pleasure on your face has him growing harder in his pants, his cock aching to be in you.
Lysandra doesn’t let up as Aedion hits that perfect stop inside you making you see stars. You can feel your orgasm building. That tight feeling coiling in your stomach signaling you’re so, so close to what you want. Your mates can feel it too. Can feel your pleasure echoing in their chests as they bring you to the edge.
With a few more thrusts of his fingers Aedion has you coming on his hand. As you ride out your high Lysandra coos loving words at you. “Yes baby, so good for us. Good girl. Gods how did we wait so long to tell you,” she goes back to gently stroking your cheek making you fully depend on Aedion to keep you up right.
They give you a moment to let the haze from your pleasure pass. Blinking owlishly you give them a tired, devious smirk. “Later,” you pant. “We are doing that and so much more later. Tonight , preferably.”
Note: Happy Day 2 of @polysjmweek! This one is much happier than yesterday’s fic I promise.
Day 2 is Reveal. Everyone around you is happy and in love. You’re happy for your friends, you just keep wondering when it’ll be your turn to be happy. The problem is you see yourself being happy with a pair that’s already mated and married. But that funny feeling in your chest gives you hope.
Warnings: none
Flipping the page of your book you feel Aedions eyes on you. Not giving him the satisfaction of knowing, you keep reading.
A few moments later the prince clears his throat. “Is there a reason you are interrupting me?” You ask without looking at him. Aedion slides down the couch until his thigh touches yours. Your cheeks flush at the contact. Your thoughts run wild with images of Aedion touching more than just your thigh. Thinking about his hands on your body has something in your chest pulling at your ribs, urging you to get closer to Aedion.
But the image of Lysandra, her beautiful emerald eyes blinking up at you, makes you feel guilty. Another pang spreads through your chest mixed with that pull you feel when you think of them. It’s all in your head you tell yourself.
“Yes. I want you to put your boring book down and hang out with me.” You hear the smile in Aedion’s voice. Rolling your eyes you meet his gaze. Aedion slips the book from your lap plopping it on the coffee table. “Besides, your neck must be killing you from looking down.”
Now that you’re thinking about it your neck feels strained. You roll it out, wincing a little. “Well-”
Adeion tsks at you, getting up to stand behind the couch. His rough, battle worn hands start rubbing at the exhausted muscles. Your eyes fall shut at the relaxing way his thumbs press to relieve tension.
You miss Lysandra peer around the corner, watching. She smiles at the two of you. Aedion feels her presence through the bond, his head turning to smirk at his wife. Lysandra nods before leaving the two of you alone.
After a well needed nap you head out to the castle gardens for a walk, needing to clear your head further. Keeping your eyes to the ground you walk right into one of the people you were trying to not think of. That tugging feeling back in your chest.
Looking up startled you open your mouth to apologize. “Y/n,” she says excitedly. “I haven’t seen you all day.” Lysandra loops her arm through yours. A wicker picnic basket swinging from her other arm. You give her a tight smile.
Ignoring your mood Lysandra guides you out the front door. “Aedion and I were supposed to have a picnic but he got pulled into a meeting, would you like to join me?” That pulling feeling in your chest makes itself known again. Tugging at your ribs, demanding you say yes. Lysandra stops at the entrance of the garden looking at you with that bright smile of hers. You can never say no when she looks at you like that. Just like when Aedion’s eyes slowly roam your body. That small smirk pulling at the corner of his full lips. Both are dangerous.
“Umm…sure.” You try to perk up. This is a good thing. You love one-on-one time with Lysandra. She’s someone you have a deep connection with. You feel safe with Lysandra. Especially in quiet moments with the couple.
She lets out a sound of joy, guiding you further into the massive gardens. You help her lay the blanket down next to the white roses. They remind you of snow against the deep green leaves. Feeling like a little bit of winter as spring blooms in Terrasen.
You sit across from her, crossing your legs under your dress. You watch as Lysandra pulls out little bowls and plates of your favorite foods, setting them in the middle of the blanket. That feeling in your chest spreads warmth through your body. Feeling special that Lysandra knows you prefer blueberries and chocolate to strawberries.
“Please, dig in.” she gestures at the spread. Picking up a scone she starts to spread butter on the soft center humming to herself. You reach for the finger sandwiches first. Moaning as the sweet bread she made them with melts against your tongue. “Delicious.” you hum. Lysandra’s sweet giggle fills your ears. You stare at her with a dreamy look. Wondering what it would be like to hear that perfect sound all the time. You wonder what it would be like to be happy with them.
Lysandra is staring back with her own dreamy look. Her heart raced, beating quickly against her ribs. Her lips part, finally gaining the courage to tell you what her and Aedion have known for months.
The sound of boots rustling in the grass makes Lysandra pause. Both of you turn your heads to see Rowan. The king looked serious as ever. “Aelin is looking for you.” he says instead of greeting the two of you. Lysandra gives him a polite but annoyed smile. “Can it wait?”
Rowan arches a brow at her, his eyes dancing between the two of you. His nostrils flaring slightly. “I don’t mean to interrupt time with your mate, but she said it’s an emergency.”
Color drains from your face, quickly whipping your head toward Lysandra. You find her face flushed with anger. Those pale cheeks now apple red. She whips one of the little bowls at Rowan's chest.
“Buzzard! We haven’t told her yet!” she screeches. Rowan has the sense to look petrified as snow leopard spots flare on her neck and arms. Without another word he takes off back toward the castle. Lysandra lets out an angry groan. Standing, she points at you. “Don’t move. I will be right back and we’ll talk.” she smoothes down her gown and composes herself. “I will bring Aedion as well. Right after I give our king a piece of my mind.”
You can’t help but smile at her retreating form. Laughing at her muttering about Rowan being the biggest gossip and never knowing how to read a room.
Once you’re alone with the flowers you let the information sink in. Mate. No, mates. The pulling in your chest makes sense now. The longing you feel whenever you’re around them. Aedion and Lysandra are your mates. You let out a squeal of joy and pop a blueberry in your mouth in celebration.
