A/N: A little spice and sweetness as a birthday present to myself. 

The soft glow of moonlight spilled into Nala's bedchamber, casting silver streaks across the dark walls and pooling over the luxurious velvet and silk adorning the space. Shadows swirled lazily in the corners, responding to the quiet hum of Azriel's power as he leaned against the edge of the massive bed, his wings partially unfurled. His hazel eyes, smoldering with restrained heat, followed Nala as she removed her crown, setting it aside on an ebony stand.

"You've been restless all night," Azriel murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Nala turned, her golden gaze locking onto him with a smirk playing on her lips. "Restless? Or simply energized by a day well spent?"

He chuckled, a rare sound, dark and rich as he crossed the room in a few graceful strides. His fingers brushed her jaw, tilting her face up. "Both, I suspect," he said, his tone softer now, shadows flickering toward her as if yearning to touch her as much as he did.

Before she could respond, the heavy oak door creaked open without warning. Nala's head snapped toward the sound, though her expression softened instantly at the sight of their unannounced visitor.

Amren stepped into the room, her black hair seeming to absorb the moonlight. Her catlike eyes gleamed with mischief as they darted between the two. She moved with her usual confidence, her petite frame belying the immense power that hummed just beneath her skin.

"Interrupting something, am I?" she drawled, the corner of her lips quirking into a faint smile.

Nala arched a brow but didn't bother hiding her amusement. "Hardly. Though you seem to have a habit of appearing at the perfect time."

Amren sauntered closer, her gaze sweeping over Azriel, lingering on the way his wings flexed ever so slightly in her presence. "I sensed something... intriguing." Her tone was light, but the glint in her eyes was anything but. "Imagine my disappointment if I'd missed the fun."

Azriel's shadows curled toward her, cautious and curious, but he didn't move away from Nala. Instead, he studied Amren with the same quiet intensity that had made him so dangerous on the battlefield. "You never miss much, do you?" he asked, his voice laced with dark amusement.

Amren smirked, tilting her head. "I try not to."

The room was heavy with tension now—not the kind born of danger, but something far more intimate. Nala stepped forward, her movements deliberate, and reached out to touch Amren's cheek. Her golden eyes softened, though her tone retained its edge. "You've had a long day too, haven't you?"

Amren's smile widened slightly, her sharp features softening under Nala's touch. "Nothing I can't handle. Though," she glanced meaningfully at Azriel, "a distraction is always welcome."

Azriel stepped closer, his presence enveloping the space as his wings curved slightly forward, enclosing the three of them in a cocoon of shadow and moonlight. His hand brushed Nala's waist, grounding her while his eyes flicked to Amren with unmistakable interest. "Then stay," he said simply, his voice low and inviting.

Nala's heart thudded in her chest as she looked between them, her two mates—so different yet perfectly balanced. She smiled, a mix of affection and challenge lighting her expression. "Who am I to deny you both?"

Amren chuckled, her laughter soft and warm as she took Nala's hand and let Azriel's shadows curl around her. Together, they sank into the night, the room filling with quiet laughter, whispered words, and the unspoken bond that tied them all together.

For this moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was only them, wrapped in moonlight, shadows, and the undeniable pull of something more profound than passion—something eternal.

As shadows curled tighter around them, Amren's gaze flicked to Azriel with a sly glint. Her movements were unhurried, almost predatory, as she stepped closer to the towering male. Nala leaned back slightly, watching with a small smirk as her third stepped into the space Azriel usually commanded so effortlessly.

Amren tilted her head, studying him with that same sharp, piercing focus that could strip away defenses with a glance. Her hand lifted, light as a whisper, and brushed against the edge of his wing where the membrane met the joint.

Azriel stiffened instantly, his breath hitching audibly, and his shadows shivered as if caught in a sudden wind. His wings twitched, instinctively half-flaring, but he didn't pull away. His eyes darted to hers, wide with a mix of surprise and something far deeper, more primal.

"Careful," he said, though his voice was rougher now, his usual composure slipping. "That's—"

"Sensitive?" Amren interrupted smoothly, her lips curving into a wicked smile. Her fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along the edge of his wing, feather-light yet devastating. "I know."

Azriel's shadows flickered wildly, as though unsure whether to pull her closer or retreat entirely. His jaw tightened, his hazel eyes darkening as he tried to maintain control—but it was slipping, fast.

"You're not as untouchable as you pretend to be, are you?" Amren purred, her hand continuing its slow, teasing exploration. Her touch lingered at a particularly sensitive spot near the apex of his wing, and Azriel's head fell back slightly, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

Nala, still perched at his side, laughed softly, the sound rich and filled with amusement. "Look at you, Azriel," she teased, running her fingers lightly along his arm. "Always so composed, so controlled. And now, one touch—"

"Both of you," he managed to say, his voice strained, though the fire in his gaze betrayed just how much he was enjoying this. "You're playing with fire."

Amren leaned closer, her hand still tracing lazy circles along his wing. "Good," she murmured, her voice low, intimate. "You've played with shadows long enough, Azriel. Let's see how you fare when someone else takes control."

His breath hitched again, and this time, his wings flared fully, a testament to just how much power she held in that moment. Despite his size, his strength, he seemed entirely at her mercy—a rare, intoxicating sight.

Nala stepped in, threading her fingers through Azriel's hair, grounding him as Amren worked her magic. Her golden gaze flicked to Amren, her voice soft but firm. "Don't break him too much. We'll still need him to think tomorrow."

Amren laughed, the sound rich and melodic. "Oh, don't worry, my fire. He will be just fine tomorrow."

The tension in the room shifted, a charged balance of power, love, and something far more visceral. Azriel, always the composed warrior, stood at the mercy of the two women who knew him best, and for once, he didn't fight it.

Instead, he surrendered—to the touch, the moment, and the unshakable bond that tethered them all together.

***

The golden light of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains, soft and unobtrusive, casting a warm glow across the expansive bed. It was a bed designed with precision and care, large enough to comfortably hold the powerful wings of both Nala and Azriel, which rested behind them without crowding the space.

Amren lay nestled between them, her black hair a cascade of darkness against the light silk pillows. Though her petite frame was dwarfed by her companions, her presence radiated authority even in sleep.

Nala blinked awake first, her golden eyes catching the sunlight as she turned slightly, taking in the peaceful scene. On her left, Azriel's wings were partially unfurled, the rich leathery expanse reflecting faint shadows across the walls. His arm was stretched across Amren's waist, his expression softened in a way only sleep could coax from him.

Amren stirred next, a soft hum escaping her as her sharp, silver eyes opened lazily. She tilted her head to glance at Nala, then Azriel, a faint smirk curving her lips. "For all your wings and power, you both sleep like pups," she teased, her voice low and amused.

Azriel chuckled, his eyes opening as his shadows swirled faintly around the bed. "And yet, you're the one curled in the safest spot," he countered, his voice rough with sleep but laced with humor.

Nala laughed softly, her golden gaze flicking between them. "It seems to me that this arrangement works well for all of us," she said, stretching luxuriously without disturbing her wings. She leaned down to brush a kiss across Amren's temple. "Though, if we're being honest, Amren claims the middle far too naturally."

Amren scoffed, but her smirk remained. "It's the price of tolerating both of your overprotective tendencies. Now, hush. I'm enjoying the peace."

Azriel shifted, propping himself up slightly, his hazel eyes gleaming with warmth as he ran a hand along Nala's arm, careful not to disrupt Amren. "Peace is fleeting," he murmured, glancing toward the window where the light was growing brighter. "The Court waits for no one, not even us."

Nala groaned softly, leaning into him. "Don't remind me. Just one more moment," she murmured, her voice thick with affection.

Amren sighed dramatically but didn't move. "One moment. Then I'm shoving you both out of this bed myself."

The three of them lay in quiet comfort for a few more breaths, their bond a living, tangible thing that held them together even in the stillness. Beyond the chamber, the Night Court awaited its rulers, but for now, the world could wait.