Rhysand And Feyre Novels & Stories

He just held Valerian's gaze, steady and unreadable, and let the silence answer in whatever way Valerian needed it to. For a moment, something almost like panic flickered across Valerian's face — quick, involuntary, gone before he could fully hide it. I don't think he'd ever considered, in two years of assuming I'd always come back, that someone else might actually want to stay without needing to be chased. "This is ridiculous," he said, mostly to himself, already reaching for the version of the night where none of this had happened. "You've known her a few weeks." "Long enough," Rhydian said.

The fated mate bond slammed into me with full, overwhelming force. I stared down at our joined hands in quiet shock. Iris felt it too. She gasped softly, her hazel eyes widening as she tried to pull her hand out of my grip. "What... what is this?" she whispered, her voice finally cracking as she stared at me. Instead of shoving her away or losing my temper, I simply tightened my grip on her fingers for a second, feeling the warm sparks burning between us, before releasing her hand with absolute, effortless calm. Out of all the women in the world, the Moon Goddess had chosen Ethan Willow's sister to be my fated mate. The bloodline of the man who ruined my life was tied to me by fate.

his forehead pressing against mine, his breath harsh on my face as we came, his muscles tensing and twitching. I felt his throb as stream after stream of hot seeds poured out of me. I buried my face in his neck and took a deep breath. Rhysand let go of our bodies that were still connected, and then moved to shift to an oblique position. I buried my face in his neck, enjoying the rest of my release, and he kissed my forehead many times. >>> I had to force Rhysand to let me go and a few times hit his flesh lightly and bit his lip so he finally gave in. He's crazy because his lips are bleeding from my bite and he can still smile and laugh.

He stood there stiffly, surrounded by broken champagne flutes, and Thorne stood to the side, a smirk on his lips. "What's going on?" I asked again, fear creeping into my heart. Rhysand didn't reply. His eyes looked away. Thorne's gaze met mine, his lips tugged into a mischievous smile. "Ah, Ms. Hayes, good to see you… we were just talking about you." I didn't wait for him to finish as I rushed toward Rhysand. "Rhys, what's going on?" He didn't respond immediately. "What happened?" I asked breathlessly, reaching out to touch him.

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.

What if… Rhys moved closer, crouched in front of me again and tilted my chin up slightly with his fingers. His skin was cold, his gaze steady. For a second, the air between us shifted. I felt something small but electric, like a pull. He must have felt it too because his hand dropped instantly and he stepped back like he’d touched fire. I blinked, so utterly confused. “Get some rest. My people will watch over us,” He muttered tightly. “We move at dawn.”

Freya Everything around me faded as my eyes refused to move, staring at the man before me, I drank him in, a good head taller than me with thick red hair and pale skin, his eyes stood out against his complexion and damn were they show stopping. He had a strong jaw, wide shoulders, and thick arms. He obviously looked after himself. My eyes trailed down his body on their own accord as reality seeped back in. My mate. Shay was over the damn moon, I could feel her excitement inside our head and the almost dance she was doing wasn’t exactly subtle but the rational, cynical part of my brain had me trying to rein it all in.

The Anastasia wore off slowly, and everyone's eyes shifted to Braylon when they heard a grunting sound. Eryx was the first one to reach out to Brayl; when the latter opened his eyes, he was received with a shower of pecks and, last, ly on the lips. Mr Rhys was utterly speechless, witnessing the scene in front of him meanwhile, Mrs Rhys was happy, and finally, they could express themselves openly. The throat-clearing sound got everyone back to their senses; Eryxyx didn't back away; he, sat near Braylon, holding his hands gently.

It was a testament to the deep understanding they had forged between their two races. Darian's journey took him deeper into the heart of the lycan continent, where he encountered a lycan pack unlike any other. It was here that he met a lycan named Elena, a creature of mesmerizing beauty and grace. Her luminous silver eyes held the wisdom of ages, and her laughter echoed like the sweetest melody. In her presence, Darian felt an inexplicable connection, as if their souls had been drawn together by a force greater than themselves.

Felicia and I were the same. "King Darius, I don't want to hear how bitter you are right now. It seems your bride left you. Sadly, she doesn't even want to have a vow with you. I think you're lucky because you don't need to be caged in a marriage that you never like in the end. Lucky her, too." My beta angrily snarled. Her eyes were glowing, making me realize that she had the blood of the Lycans. I thought she was mixed because the color of her eyes was different. As she continued to speak, her words cut deep, revealing a side of her I had never seen before. The tension in the room was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets she might be hiding.