Romans & histoires Acotar #rhysand

Zara's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. "Ladies," he said. Casual. Easy. Like this was routine. Then he reached across and stole a fry off my plate. "Did you just–" He took another one. "Those are my–" "You weren't eating them. You were rearranging them." He looked at Sienna. Then Zara. Devastating smile – the real one, the rare one, deployed with surgical precision. "I'm Rhys." "We know," Sienna said. "Everyone knows."

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

Amren asked with raised brows. "The southern region of Hagrid," Rhysand said as he walked over to the antic mirror and slowly slid down his sleeve, revealing his tattooed back that was covered in scars, a vampire head with a bleeding mouth tattoo in his upper back, the image was not only eye-catching but also filling the onlooker with trepidation, it was mysterious.

His bare, brown upper body allowed me to see things there more clearly than last night. Rhysand broad-shouldered and narrowed to his hips. An eagle tattoo runs from his left upper arm to his left chest and is decorated with tattoos of strange letters on his chest and both elbows on the inside of his arms. There was a chain necklace hanging around his neck. I blinked at the indecent sight the moment I woke up. Rhysand del Millero is truly the perfect demon who can fool anyone. Look, he makes me hate him even more for being so handsome and irresistible.

Nox mocked. “I was not the one having an affair openly in my mate’s presence, Beta dear,” Rhys jeered. “Sweetheart, an affair is passionate and fun. You were a mistake,” Nox replied. Rhys saw red. “I am so glad that you are NOT my mate. Thank the goddess that she sent Aaron to me just in time,” Rhys screamed.

in this pack… “Um…So does this pack has any trueblood?” Charlotte asked impatiently. She needs to know who he was. She watched Matt as his expression changed to a guarded one…. He hesitantly answered, “ Yes…we do…” Charlotte held her breath to hear the answer… “Alpha Azraiel is a Trueblood…!”

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

But I followed him. I could not stay behind. Outside the gates stood a tall man with a thick skin and deep blue eyes. Alpha Kael. He looked even stronger than the last time I saw him. Alpha power was already smelling on his body and he was breathing like thunder. His eyes found me immediately right there as I got lost in thought. “Annie,” his voice cut across the room. “I have come for my mate and my pups.” The woods went silent for a while. I felt another kind of power as Damon touched me.

Andrew called a few men and they carried Ashton to one of the guestrooms. Maya followed along and although Andrew tried to stop her, she could not yield. Ashton was her mate and her alpha, how could she stay still while he was in danger? The pack healers came quickly when they were summoned. They immediately gave Ashton a shot to help with getting rid of the wolfbane and after making sure that everything else was okay, they left. In the huge room, Ashton was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His sharp looks and his imposing aura had diminished and only a gentle and harmless look could be seen on his handsome face.

he says as he pulls me by my waist, and lifts my chin with his index, placing a soft kiss on my lips. His touch always causes sparks on my skin, making a blush creep up on my cheeks as I look into his eyes. I can't help but smile. "Tyler Slate...my favorite Primord of all time." gosh, even her voice is beautiful. I can hear a growl in my head while I try to keep myself composed. He turns towards her voice, undoing our hug and stepping forward towards her, "Hope... My Goddess, look at you? You look just as beautiful as ever. How are you?" he says as he engulfs her in a hug. The gesture fills me with both anger and resentment for some reason.