روايات وقصص ضمن Rhett X Link

He sired me, and even I fear him greatly. I reach Rhett through our mind link. When he connects with me, he seems uneasy. "Are you good?" "Uh, yes. I mean, not exactly. I feel a bit lightheaded." "Why? Where are you?" "At Rick's." Rhett slurs like he is distracted by something. I try to invade his mind and see through his eyes but he is too stubborn. He never allows me to do that, and it is twitchingly annoying. "So, there is someone in the field."

Havermouth, Present Time, 1.5 weeks after Retaking Havermouth From the Van Helsings “Fuck, Heath,” Rhett’s muttered complaint was half-hearted and followed by a smothered moan. “Oh…” The mattress moved as he rolled onto his back complaint with Heath’s seduction. Aislen felt the blankets lift, letting in cold air, as Heath rolled to cover his mate and slid down Rhett’s body, nipping and kissing along his torso.

The forest screams. Rhett collapses forward, gasping. I barely catch him before he hits the ground. His skin is burning with fever, his veins nearly hallow beneath. I drop to my knees with him. I can feel the link already forming—my being syncing to hers. My life bleeding into hers. “Breathe,” I whisper. “It’s done.” He looks up at me, eyes unfocused. “Did it work?” “Yes.” He exhales, relief breaking through his pain. “Good.”

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.

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.”

Luke's mind linked back. Rhett got to his pack house his mind kept lingering on the scent. It was intoxicating. He knew that Hendrix might be right. The smell made him crazy. Why did she run? He thought to himself. Even if Hendrix had frightened her, her wolf should have tried to fight her to go to him. He frowned. He was frustrated in more than one way and needed a release. Tiffany.. Rhett mind linked her. Yes Rhett. Her voice purred into his head.

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.

"I believe you should see this before we vote." He simply angled a data slate toward Lucius. The massive screen in the hall mirrored its display. On screen, the sacred, moon-drenched waters of the Moon Spring came into view. And in the center of the spring, two naked bodies were tangled together.

One strike - exactly as Rhett taught me - and he goes down hard. But as I stand over him, victory feels hollow. This wolf, this monster who haunted my nightmares, suddenly seems . . . small. "Do it," he spits blood, eyes wild. "Finish it. Prove you're just as violent as—" "No." The word comes easily. "I'm not you. Not Xavier. I don't need to destroy you to prove my strength. Not anymore" Through our bond, I feel Rhett's fierce pride. Feel his love and approval washing over me.

I asked, trying to get a response again. He huffed and ruffled his blond hair with one of his hands. I laid a hand on his shoulder and sat down on the icy cold rock he was also sitting on. “I came back ahead of the rest.” He finally replied with an unsteady voice. “Rhett, what’s going on, where’s Ria?” I was worried for a couple of reasons. One, Rhett never left Ria. Two, he seemed unsettled, which was not like him. And three, if there had been a problem, I would have thought he would have called me. See, because he had no counterpart (animal spirit), he couldn’t mind link like shifters, so we relied on phones as a form of communication.