Tamlin Feyre #rhysand Novels & Stories

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.

The beautiful woman with golden hair and her cheerful smile that she threw at me, she was carrying Ruella. I might pass out. Rhysand chuckled, he squeezed my hand. “The woman beside me, Amanda Dimitriou. You probably know her family." I smiled as I glanced at all of them in turn, and I stopped at a handsome and quite like Rhysand-but in the younger verse, who was looking at me with his mischievous smile. I guessed that he was Rhysand's younger brother. I've heard that Zane Miller and his wife have three children: Rhysand, Bellva, and maybe this young man too.

I felt the possessive weight of his hand settle on my shoulder, fingers digging in just enough to send a warning. “Your wife is quite the delight, Holmes, I didn't think you'd mention how captivating she is, she's a good company to keep," Rhysand said, his tone lazy as he twirled the glass in his hands. Alex’s grip tightened on my shoulders—so briefly that anyone else might’ve missed it, but I felt it. I swallowed hard, keeping my expression composed. “She is,” Alex replied, his tone dripping with false warmth. "I'll take my leave now and leave you two love birds," Rhysand said before getting up to leave.

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.

The way he tilted his head, the glint of disdain in those storm-gray eyes, it was pure, unspoken threat. A promise of what would happen if Allister pushed just a fraction too far. Allister stood tall, refusing to step back. Posturing. Two alphas, locked in silence. No words, just presence and power. But the worst—best—part? It wasn’t for him. It was for me. Rhysand wasn’t claiming dominance over Allister, he was claiming me. His energy wound around me, pulled at my skin, my breath, the aching heat that coiled low in my body, and fuck, my body responded.

Lance’s eyes flick towards me as I push my arm out and sweep Rory behind me. “Lance….calm down!” I whisper to him, reaching out to touch him. But Rory pulls me back. “What are you doing?” He snaps at me. “These are my friends…they won’t hurt me!” I whisper back to him “Odd choice of friends!” Rafe tugs at me, whispering into my other ear. “Sssh!” I hush Rafe rolling my eyes at him. “Hong and Tate, take Aida back to where she should be!”

Third Person POV Talia’s fingers tightened around the area of her dress that she was holding. Her knuckles were getting white from the grip as Sylvia’s insolent words still echoed through her mind. This insolent little girl! She dared mention his name! The name of the only man she feared and respected in the whole world. The name of the man that ruled the entire werewolf world without needing an alliance. The man who set the foundation for the power levels today and who gave birth to the current global nemesis, Adrian.

Fenrir stood closely behind Tamara. “How are you? It's been a while.” Tamara took his offered hand and let it go rather quickly when she felt Fenrir tense behind her and shift on his feet. He was a lot closer to her. She felt this prickling sensation go through her and the mark on her palm itched. She knew it was because of him and had no idea what his problem might be. “Good, working. This is my friend Andy.” She wasn’t going to use his real name with these people. She didn’t want them to know him. If someone was looking for him his unique name was going to be a give away.

They’re all waiting for me to speak. I clear my throat and start to speak, even though the memories are too fresh in my head and it’s making me a bit nervous to speak about it. “I’ve seen everything,” I say. “My Lycan Ivory is the significant other of the evil Shape Shifter Rhysand. She’s now inhabiting my body, and it seems that he knew that. He found her through me again, and that is the reason why he’s trying to get to me. He wants her back, but their love has turned sour and now he just wants to possess her for revenge. He wants to destroy everything just to get her back.”

The only thing that should make him suspect it's me has been changed now so I step forward boldly and offer my hand in a handshake. "Dragmir Fenrir, at your service." He nods and plants the most flirty smile he has in his arsenal on his face as he takes my hand. "Rhysand, of the northern Lycans. Eager to have you." I take my hand back and watch him get into the car. Safira is deathly still when I look at her but she's noticed it too. I get into the car and keep my distance from Rhys. I think the playing field just became a tad bit more even.