Novel & Cerita Rhysand And Feyre Fanfiction

Instead, he’d cooked her breakfast, fed her cat, and packed her an overnight bag like this was a sleepover. Cheerfully lying to herself that the feeling in her stomach was disconcertment, and most definitely not butterflies—because who the fuck got flustered over being kidnapped—she focused on the food. Conversation quieted as they ate, but despite the circumstances, it was almost… comfortable. Rhye watched her as she wandered around the loft, trailing her fingertips over a couple of the Fae artifacts they had laying around, gazing at the books filling the wall of shelves. He was trying to give her some space, not wanting to freak her out, but hell it was hard. He wanted to be close to her,

“The ones who lost control, for a moment.” I press my hands against his chest, trying to shove him away. But his skin is ice, and I feel it through my fingers. My body betrays me, shivering. “Where…where is she?” I manage, voice shaking. Betty. I replay the chaos, the flashing lights, the danger, the hands that almost grabbed her. “She’s safe,” Rhysand says, voice softening. “I would never let one of my kind hurt my mate’s friend.” His fingers trace my jawline, grazing my cheek. I flinch, but I can’t pull completely away.

He thrust again, once, twice, then slowly hooked his arm beneath one of my knees and shoved it up, folding me in half, angling himself even deeper. “They didn’t know how to ruin you.” I cried out his name again, shattered, high-pitched, and needy. His name the only thing I could remember, the only thing I could feel. Rhysand. “Fuck—you're so full of me,” he snarled, hand moving from my clit to my throat again, not choking, just firm, and grounding me to the bed. I cried out. “You’ll take every inch,” he said, voice like gravel, “until you forget every name but mine.”

I came with a muffled scream around Kairos’s cock, thighs trembling violently as Rhysand licked me through every wave, drinking down everything I gave him. They didn’t let me recover. Rhysand stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and positioned himself behind me. “My turn to feel this tight cunt again.” In one brutal thrust, he slammed into me to the hilt. I screamed around Kairos’s cock, the stretch burning so perfectly.

ELYSIA’S POV The room felt colder after he left. Not in a physical sense; the fire still crackled in the hearth, warm and steady. But something had shifted when the door closed behind him. The air felt heavier, emptier. I sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the furs, trying to steady my breathing as I stared at the closed door, as if it might open again at any moment. But it didn’t. He was here. The Alpha King was here—Alpha King Rhaegar. He had caught me just as I was about to collapse.

"We look forward to your mating ceremony invitation, Alpha Sebastian." Rhys spoke up from beside me, granting my stunned and blushing best friend a small smile that was so unlike him. He had, yet again, found a way to somehow read my mind and respond accordingly. He's telling us not to worry...That we'll see our family again... My wolf was just as touched as I was as we watched the uncanny interaction between the two important people in our lives. "Ditto, Lord Rhys. A road trip to the North sounds exciting."

He turned without waiting and she stalked after him, her long legs crossing like she was on a fashion runway or something. “How long have I been asleep?” I asked. “Almost a day,” She replied, “Come on, Lady Lorenza. Let’s get you back in bed. You still need to rest.” It was useless though. Because, the moment she gave me my medication and tucked me in bed, my mind was back on the Lycan King. And his obnoxious girlfriend. Maybe this was good. It would be easier for him to reject me. There would be no emotions attached and I would be able to go back to Agerna without any ties.

(Zyandra's POV) Rhett lay on the forest floor, his chest rising and falling unevenly, eyes half-closed, as though the night itself had drained him of his strength. I knelt beside him, my heart thudding in my chest. The anger that had fueled me moments ago was now tempered by something unfamiliar—pity, maybe, or the faintest flicker of doubt. He didn’t know, couldn’t know, what had just happened. He had walked into a world he had no concept of, and I had nearly killed him in blind obedience to duty.

Feyre’s POV His eyes never left mine as he drank and I, in turn, watched him, transfixed by the strangely erotic sight. She moaned, clutching his mouth to her neck, and encouraged him to feed even more as she squirmed about his lap. I swallowed and tried to look away, but I was held ransom by those glowing red eyes that refused to leave the purple of mine even as he drank. A few minutes later, he withdrew and she fell to his body, limp and weak while he cradled her as gently as he had when drinking.

“I did not want you to notice. I just liked seeing you lead. The way you made decisions. It made me feel safe.” He sat beside me. “This changes things. I thought the pull between us started with the scent. But you felt something real long before that.” I nodded. “The binding mixed everything up. But these memories are mine. Pure Soren. No Elio.” Rhydian took my hand in the dream. “Show me more. I want to see all of it.” We stood and kept walking. The forest changed to the pack house yard during a festival. Young me watched from the shadows as Rhydian spoke to the pack.