Rhett And Link Fanfic Novels & Stories

He had Ryker against the wall so fast, even the air hadn’t caught up. “If you touch her,” Link snarled, “I’ll bury what’s left of you under this estate.” Ryker just laughed. Laughed. “I won’t need to. She’ll come to me willingly. When she realizes being ‘yours’ is a death sentence.” I found Link that night in the training hall. Shirtless. Bloody-knuckled. Pounding into the bag like violence was oxygen. “You should’ve told me,” I said. He didn’t stop.

She needed to use every tool in her arsenal, she added as she lifted her head to meet Heath’s eyes. “You have one too,” she tapped her finger gently on the tattoo of the knotted Celtic cross under her collar bone. “Does Rhett have one there too as well as on his face?” “You haven’t seen Rhett undressed?” He was amused and raised his eyebrows as he stepped under the spray. “Not since I’ve been back,” she stepped in after him. “We’ve only… We f-ked in the hallway and he kept his clothes on.”

I try to link to her, but there’s nothing. “Oh, don’t bother trying to link to her. Her blood is full of wolfsbane,” Rhett beams. Walking toward her, he then fists her hair, making her look at me. My jaw tightens as I stare at her. “Look at this? So pathetic,” he growls. “So what? You did all this so you could please her? Couldn’t find another bitch to fuck?” I ask with a smile. I know something about Alaric. If I want to ruin whatever they have planned, I will have to use him.

“I think I’m going to pin you down, wank you off, and then feed you your own come.” “F-k,” Rhett laughed as he leaned forward to seal their mouths together, his hand closing on Heath’s hip to tug him closer. His tongue tangled with Heath’s forcefully, taking Heath’s mouth with his own as he ground his hips into Heath’s. He turned them, pushing Heath’s back up against the railing and sucked his way down Heath’s neck shoving Heath’s t-shirt up his body in order to nip at his nipples and drag his tongue down the centreline of Heath’s body. Heath groaned, his eyes closing and his head rocking back on his neck, his elbows braced on the railing as Rhett dragged his jeans down his legs. “Oh, god, g

Sierra's screams, almost inhuman in their despair, filled the abandoned altar. She cursed Rhett with a frenzy, "You'll get yours, Rhett, just wait! Your comeuppance is coming, and you'll never see Fiona again. She knows everything!" Rhett ignored her, leaning against the wall, whispering to himself, "Fiona, it's all right... I've avenged you… We can start anew." At that moment, he felt the mind-link break completely, vanish into thin air. Rhett's heart pounded as he dashed back to the royal cave like a shadow.

"Why did you need to come and tell me all of this?" He signed loudly, lifting my chin with his finger so that my eyes met his. "Lana, I like you. In fact I'm drawn to you and I can't seem to stop thinking of you." Rhett confessed, his eyes darting to my lips. "I don't want my mistake of not breaking up with Di sooner to interfere with anything that might happen between us." "I like you too, Rhett." I whisper.

The fence rattled and shook, making far more noise that he liked, and the bottom edge was ragged, catching in his fur, and burying through it to his skin. Rhett contained the urge to yelp as he wriggled through to the other side, gouging fur and flesh out on the sharp metal, and he smelled the metallic richness of his own blood warm on the air as he fought free. The Van Helsings, deep in the noise of their rescue efforts, had not overheard his small fight with the chain-link.

But beneath it—something else pulsed. A whisper. A growl. A dark, ancient echo threading through his mind. Mine. Mine. Bring her to me. Rhett snarled, shaking his head violently to silence it. The bond was reacting—overreacting. Twisting. Something was wrong with her. Something Livia had done. He smelled blood. His vision snapped into focus as the rogue sentries guarding Livia’s hideout came into view. Two wolves lunged. Rhett didn’t slow. He hit the first one so hard its body flew into a tree. The second slammed into his shoulder, but Rhett spun, jaws locking around its throat, lifting, throwing—

His laughter dies as soon as his eyes land on him, and his face darkens dangerously. “If you break her, priest, then you break me, and you also break him.” He says as he tips his chin toward Rhett as the chain drags another few inches, "And, if I remember rightly, your last encounter with a feral werewolf didn't go too well, did it?" Perfect. I’ve landed myself in the Twilight reboot from hell. No sparkles. Just runes, blood, and way too much testosterone. Rhett drags air through his teeth, never looking at them, only at me. The bond inside of me pulls back, as if it’s baiting him closer.

“I’m going to take Aislen to Redbank shopping, and then stop by Charlotte on the way back. Stay here and finish painting. See what you can find out about Talen. Talk to him and his blood slave. And keep an eye on Cam.” “He’s totally in lust,” Rhett chuckled. “But aren’t we all? That sex, Heath,” he groaned and rolled his eyes back into his head with a flutter of eyelashes. “F-king hell. I’m sore as f-k, but I want to do it all again.” “Yeah,” Heath couldn’t fight his grin. “It was pretty incredible.” Rhett snorted. “Even if the bond isn’t quite what it should be, the sex more than compensates.”