Rhys Book Novels & Stories

“Is that a challenge, baby?” Amara looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his as she tilted her head. “Do you take it as one?” Rhys walked behind her, his chest touching her back as he raised his hand and ran his fingers over the several books on the shelf above. Eyes sharp and amused. Amara was almost pressed between him and the book rack, heart in her mouth and legs clenching. She knew he was doing it on purpose. “You like fantasy, more like magic and knights.” He pulled out one book, a thick book with a light brown cover with images of a knight and a woman. He tilted his head. “Never grasped what’s so good about this one though.”

Putting a solid plan in place, the only thing missing was the location of Riocht. I had Tyron, my future royal Delta, right now, Gamma of the pack, and Xander begin to comb the library for any information about the kingdom, and King Mathias was going to have Abner Brooks start looking in their library. Unfortunately, any books that had been in MacTire had either been destroyed or moved a long time ago. Lamia was going to contact Tawny and ask them to research their books too. Remembering, it was Tawny who first alerted us to the fairy tale about this shifter prophecy in the first place.

Whatever game my body wanted to play had no place here. Later we sat on the couch with the ocean light filling the room. She chose the spot that forced the outside of her thigh against mine. The dress rode higher when she shifted. One knee fell open and the soaked crotch of her panties flashed for a clear second. The sight hit me like a fist. My cock hardened fully, thick and obvious against the fabric. I stared at the page of a book I could no longer read and told myself it was the heat. The isolation. The fact that I had been alone too long and she was simply young enough not to notice what her body did to a man. “Rhys never talked about you much,” she said, voice easy. “I keep wondering w

I think he groaned but it's almost inaudible. "Here..." He drawls as he passes me a book, wrapped in plain black cover. It's nothing fancy. Like any mere book you'd find randomly. "This is my most accounted journal. No one's ever read it. You'll be the first. Consider it a gift from me." "Why should I read it?" He comes to sit on the bed and locks his eyes on mine for the umpteenth time today. I can't count how many times he's played me inside those field orbs of his. "What's the most powerful piece in Chess, little eagle?"

I wasn’t expecting him to call straight away but I’m kind of excited he has. “Hi Jareth, sorry to bother you I didn’t expect you to call me back straight away.” I smile and he grins back at me “It is my pleasure Iris. I had a feeling you might contact me sooner rather than later after all we still have a lot talk about.” He sits grinning like a Cheshire cat and I can’t help but grin back. “So what is it you want to ask or talk to me about?” “Well I have my grandmother’s book, you called it a grimoire? I wondered how to get it open?”

None of this was and so I could not look at him like that, or think of him like that. “You stare at people like they are books and like you can read them” My words slurred together but he understood what I meant “I see you looking at the others as if they are your own reflection” “If others are books, then you are an open book that is closed, does that make sense?” Rhys asked . It sounded like something he read, and yet it felt right. That made some kind of sense. He tilted his head in confusion and I wondered how long I stared off without saying anything until he brought it up again. He looked at me expectantly waiting on an answer.

ALEX The car was still warm as fog clogged the windows. I leaned forward against Rhys’s chest, feeling his heartbeat echo as he idly traced circles on my thigh as if he didn’t want the quiet to end. Outside the night hummed, a faraway streetlight flickered through the mist, and cars breezed by, oblivious to what was happening here. "I'm going to kill the monarch." Rhys said. “You’re thinking too hard,” I murmured, as I slid down his legs and sat on the chair.

RHYS’S SECRET BARGAIN “A betrayal cloaked in sacrifice still bleeds.” Dawn cracked like shattered bone over the Iron Ridge, red and cold. The camp was silent—too silent. Lyra woke first. She reached for her blade by instinct, heart already thrumming. Something was wrong. The fires were still burning, but one tent was missing. Elara’s and so was Anya’s. And Rhys… Rhys had returned. He appeared at the base of the ridge like a ghost stepping through mist. No sound. No scent. Only the flicker of unnatural markings seared across his arms—burned deep, like chains forged into flesh.

Rhys, after having a lengthy conversation with her, had reported that her leg was healing up nicely and that she seemed to be getting around just fine. Ember met my gaze, and I saw a flash of bravery flicker through her eyes as she raised her chin and said, “Bored.” “Bored,” I repeated. I certainly hadn’t expected that. “Now don’t tell me you’re making Rhys haul cartloads of books to your room just for fun?” She smirked, a welcome new expression on her face that hinted at a depth of sharp humor lurking beneath the surface of her personality. “Oh, I absolutely am,” she said dryly. “You’d better not tell him though, he seems to enjoy it, and I’d hate for him to feel like he has to stop.”

“Probably not.” My heart jumped when he closed his book, set it on the table, and stood. I hadn’t expected him to give in. Rhys walked to the pool, pulling his shirt over his head as he did so, and I lost the ability to breathe. Broad shoulders, perfectly sculpted muscles, abs one could grate cheese on. Absolute masculine perfection. This is not the first time I have seen him naked, in fact, I have seen more than that, but every time I look at his body, it is even better than the last time.