When Do Rhysand And Feyre Sleep Together Novels & Stories

He just sat there, both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead at nothing. "Tell me it's not true," he said finally. Her stomach dropped. "Tell you what's not true?" "Don't." His voice cracked on the word. "Don't make me say it out loud if you're just going to lie to me again." Giselle's hands twisted in her lap. "Vexeon, I—" "Did you sleep with him." Vexeon turned to face her now, eyes dark, unreadable. "Damien Nightshade. The Lycan King. On your birthday. While I was upstairs waiting for you."

It was the scent of a male Alpha in the aftermath of a feverish, unchecked hunt—the smell of sweat, heat, and raw, visceral desire. I yanked back the heavy fur hangings of the bed. The world tilted. Rhys wasn't mourning. He wasn't dead. He was sprawled across the silk sheets, his massive, scarred chest rising and falling in a slow, post-coital rhythm. And wrapped in his arms—held with a possessive, crushing strength I had never once received in ten years—was her. Their naked arms were entwined atop the charcoal furs, hers pale and slender against the bronzed, powerful cord of his bicep. She was tucked against his side, her hair a chaotic silk spill across his shoulder.

"Are you alright? Is something bothering you?" Rhysand shakes his head and rests his chin on her shoulder. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just angry. You kept saying something about shifting to one permanent form and it just bothered me. This is the life I want for us, just having different forms and living good lives together. I just . . . want us to stay together forever and have kids. Don't you want that?" He kisses her neck. "You're all mine. Just mine. Don't do anything rash again, you understand? I might not be so kind next time. . . ."

Because she-wolves ovulate with the full moon, so there is a high possibility of getting pregnant. I ignored the raw possessiveness I felt at the thought of her having my child. Our child, mine and hers. I walked into the room Asher disappeared into and rushed to the bed. pulling the covers out roughly with one hand, because his scent on it was driving Cassian crazy, I placed Feyre on the sheets and got into the bed with her, holding her to me close. I could hear him working in the bathroom, the sound of rushing water is almost soothing knowing I can make her feel better.

I just stare up at the darkness, watching raindrops streak across the massive glass wall like tears the sky can’t hold back anymore. I feel his heartbeat thudding against my ribs, the sticky warmth between my thighs, the delicious ache in my muscles, the faint throb where his teeth marked my throat. Eventually, Rhysand shifts just enough to ease some of his weight off me without breaking our connection. He rolls us so I’m draped across his chest, his cock still half-hard and nestled inside me. One arm bands around my waist like iron. The other hand keeps playing lazily with my hair. “You’re shaking,” he murmurs.

His entire body bowed over mine like he was trying to fuse us together, his release not just pleasure, but claim. When it was over, there was nothing left. No sound. No movement. Just the ragged sound of our breathing in the aftermath, tangled bodies trembling in a bed that felt like it had barely survived us. Heavy breathing, sweat, and skin against skin. The distant, echoing sound of reality slowly returning. I lay there, limp and trembling, staring at nothing. Rhysand’s hand smoothed over my spine once, then again. Possessive, and gentle. I almost leaned into his touch… but he suddenly pulled out without a word.

Sophie fell to the bed, and in her head, she replayed the last moments of their lovemaking. “I heard you.” Rhys said after a while. His heart still beat wildly in his chest, and his body still yearned for more. Sighing, he turned and drew her towards him so that their bodies touched. “In the forest,” he continued. “I heard you.” He felt Sophie’s head nod in acknowledgement beside him before the sleep enveloped them, and they drifted off into darkness. ***

She pleaded, half asleep. Rhyland considered for a moment. It wasn’t against the rules. He didn’t have any where else to be and it would be rude to leave when she had asked him to stay. The dragon-shifter didn’t want to risk upsetting her, and in all honesty, he wasn’t opposed to a snuggle so he settled down into the bed and pulled her into his arms. Enveloped by his heat and his scent Lillah’s breath evened out and she fell into a deep sleep.

But Adrian’s hand slid up his arm, his lips parting in invitation. And Kaelen didn’t move. The night became a blur. Their anger gave way to something heavier, breaths quickening as Adrian tugged Kaelen's shirt off with one move. Then pulled him close, their lips crashing together in a deep, hungry kiss that left them both trembling. When Kaelen finally broke away, the silence between them was louder than any sound. They both would regret this. Under the haze of alcohol, Adrian pulled Kaelen into the sheets, desire drowning out thought.

He lay down on the couch as usual, after taking off most of his clothes, ending up only in boxers, making me blush. For my part, I slipped into my room – the only real one – put on pajamas as usual, and fell asleep in no time. However, before I could even have a good dream, Rhys appeared at my door. "Can I sleep with you?" he asked nervously. I stared at him horrified, thinking for a moment that he was some specter, but he took several steps towards me, allowing me to recognize him better. "What are you doing here?" I grumbled, covering my head with the blanket. "Go to the couch!”