#rhysand fantiction

[tamlinsbedroom]

Chaper 9: Awaited Rutting

When I awoke, Rhysand was on the other side of the bedroom packing a suitcase for us. I silently observed him until he finally felt my heavy eyes on his back. His shirtless back, I should say. I watched the muscles ripple as he moved.

“Like what you see?” He purred. I blushed and much to my dismay got out of bed, wobbling up to him. He pulled me into him and I breathed in his scent that both lulled me to sleep and made me wake up.

“We’ll winnow to the Spring Court after breakfast.” He smoothed down my hair as he spoke. “Did you sleep well?” I nodded, but not before my stomach growled. He chuckled, zipping the suitcase shut.

“Let’s get you some breakfast, Alanna darling.” He grabbed my hand and walked downstairs with me carefully, gesturing for me to sit at the loaded table. I wasn’t shy as I gathered waffles, bacon, and eggs onto my plate. Even though we were winnowing, something told me that I was going to be in desperate need of strength for what I felt was going to happen later…

I saw Rhys smirk at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes, it truly is astonishing how neither of us have ravished you yet.” My eyes widened and I was thankful that we were the only ones there.

“Are you nervous?” He asked me. I wasn’t about to lie when he had a direct pathway to my mind.

“Yes…” I admitted. He smiled softly and set his hand on mine.

“We will go at your pace. You don’t have to worry when it comes to us. We’d never do anything you didn’t want to do…even Tamlin. Though his past actions do make me have my doubts.” I didn’t ask what actions those were. We finished up breakfast quickly and Rhysand gathered up the suit cases.

“Ready?” He held out his arm to me. I nodded and took it.

In a whirl, we were suddenly in the Spring Court again, right outside the front doors of the manor. Not half a second later, the doors flew open. Tamlin greeted Rhys with a hard look, his jaw clenched. He looked at me and that look subsided, checking over me as if to see if I was okay.

“Come in.” He held the door open for me, but when Rhys came up behind me it “magically” shut on him.

“Rude rude rude.” Rhys mused. Tamlin snarled at him, pointing a finger.

“You are never to take her against her will again. I mean it.”

“Of course. It had to be done this once, and you know it. You should be thankful because right now I have half a mind to—“

“Hey.” I butted in. “Can you two relax? I’m safe and here. You,” I gestured to Rhys, “keep telling me alllll about how this mating bond is supposed to make you act like rutting stag and yet you’re both bickering like a married couple!” They looked equally as shocked at my little outburst, before chuckling.

“You’re right, darling.” Said Rhys with a grin. “Allow us to show you what you so desperately want to see.”

Tamlin was in front of me in a heartbeat, slamming his lips against mine with fury and passion. I kissed back, the fire being fed gasoline as the blood in my veins heated.

Rhysand was behind me, pressing kisses on my exposed shoulder before I heard a loud rip. My dress, well, what was left of it, was on the floor in pieces. I was now stark naked between the two men. Rhys grabbed Tamlin and I as we winnowed to the lord of spring’s chamber.

“You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for you.” Said Rhys, his lips now attacking my chest, tweaking my hardened nipples between his fingers as Tamlin made his way in-between my legs. He spread them harshly, hungry for the feast that awaited him.

“Go on, Tamlin. Feast on our mate.” Tamlin growled in answer, his tongue delving inside of me as Rhys continued to fondle my breasts.

“F-fuck!” I moaned out in a high pitched wail, never have felt this sort of pleasure. Tamlin’s tongue now was licking my clit in stripes, spitting on it and kissing it, quite literally making out with my pussy.

“How does she taste?” Rhys asked, peering down between my legs. Tamlin came up with his chin glistening.

“Like raspberries and cream.” He grunted, delving back down to suck my bundle of nerves in his mouth, ever so slightly clamping his teeth down on it. Just enough so that I felt the intense pressure. Rhysand turned to me and kissed my lips, his tongue sliding into my cavern and quickly dominating my own. He tasted like melons and strawberries from breakfast still, and—

“Oh my gods!” I yelped at Tamlin inserting not one, but two of his large fingers inside of me.

“Easy.” Rhysand said to him. Tamlin began curling them into my g-spot and my eyes rolled back into my head.

He kept fingering me for what felt like hours before taking them out and shoving them into my own mouth. I sucked around them, my tongue dipping between the digits.

“She’s ready.” The high lord said to the other.

“Who do you want first?” Rhys asked. That decision felt impossible to make, and Tamlin glared at him sideways.

“I don’t know…” I couldn’t choose without disappointing one of them. To my absolute surprise, Tamlin spoke.

“I’ll take her mouth.” He said to Rhys, looking equally as shocked. He nodded, and the males—my males, started stripping in front of me. Their chiseled abs and muscles shined in the light, and when they dropped their pants at the same time…mother above.

Their cocks were equally as large…and as beautiful. Tamlin’s was curved ever so slightly upward, a vein running through it. It was just as sun kissed as the rest of his skin, the tip a pretty pink. His balls were round and oh so heavy. Full of cum. Rhysands, on the other hand, was straight, with more veins on it. The head was a reddish pink, and his balls were just as big and full. I was about to be bred by these two—

“Are you ready?” I hadn’t even noticed Rhys between my legs, Tamlin in front of me, cock heavy on my lips.

“I want you both to breed me.” I didn’t know where those words came from, but I meant them with every cell in my body. They looked at each other, nodding. Tamlin waited to put it in my mouth, instead opting to kiss my temple and rub my arms comfortably.

“I need you to tell me if it’s too much, alright?” Rhysand told me, concerned at how fragile I was.

I felt the tip sting as it stretched me, Rhys looked into my eyes deeply.

“Are you okay, darling?” He asked reassuringly.

“Mhmm…just slow…” I held onto Tamlin’s hand, my grip tight as he slowly pushed into me.

“Such a good girl.” The blonde whispered into my ear, kissing my neck over and over again.

When Rhy’s was fully sheathed inside of me, I thought that I was going to explode. I had never felt so utterly full…his cock touching every inch my walls.

“You feel so. Fucking. Good.” He paused his words on each thrust. “Dammit I can’t hold back…”

Tamlin opened my mouth with his fingers, gagging me as a sort of test before he put his dick down my throat. I nodded at him…I needed him. The males were quenching a thirst I’d never known I had. His cock hit the back of my throat as I hollowed my cheeks around it.

“I wonder if your pussy feels as good as this pretty little mouth.” Tamlin mused, now fucking my throat at the same pace as Rhys fucked my pussy.

“Tamlin…you have no idea.” Rhysand was now pounding me, his balls clapping against my ass. He grabbed my ankles and put me into a mating press, his cock going even deeper. Tamlin pulled out to give me a breather, tears streaming down my face along with spit. Rhys frowned.

“Don’t rough her up like that.” Tamlin snarled and made a comeback.

“Then come fuck her throat and see how hard it is not to.” Rhys laughed, and I felt it surge deep within me. That familiar feeling of being right on the edge, about to jump off. Rhys pounded faster, and harder, and deeper.

“I’m going to cum inside of you. Mark you as mine. My one and only mate. Get ready Alanna darling…I’m cumming!” He did just that, his hot seed shooting against my cervix as he grunted deeply. He was about to collapse on top of me when he pulled away. Tamlin, now out of my mouth stood between my legs.

“My turn.” He smirked. Rhysand was now next to me, his hand in-between my legs. Rubbing his cum into my clit as Tamlin thrusted in. I almost came then and there, the sheer pleasure overwhelming.

“Gods you were right, Rhysand. Her mouth is heaven but this—“ He thrusted particularly hard “—is beyond compare.”

My clit continued to be fondled and rubbed by my other mate, all while my blonde one drilled me. Rhys fucked me with passion, with force. But Tamlin…he fucked like an animal. Both of the males made me feel so good in equally as addicting ways. I was lucky—so incredibly lucky.

“P-please Tamlin, Rhys. Make me cum…I can’t take it anymore!” I yelled out, right on the edge when a few more rubs and thrusts tipped me over.

It came crashing down not like a wave, but a tsunami. Rhys held me as I must have dug my nails into his arms.

“Dammit she’s clenching so fucking hard! I’m cumming—“ Tamlin released inside me lastly, his load just as big and hot as Rhysand’s.

I nearly passed out when Tamlin pulled out, laying down on the other side of me.

The evidence magic bond was leaking out of me onto the sheets, all three of our essences. Rhys went to go grab a warm wash cloth as I caught my breath next to Tamlin. When he was back, Tamlin held one of my legs open so Rhys could wipe the sweat and cum off of me. I flinched when it made contact with my overstimulated clit. Rhysand apologized, pressing a simple kiss to it. He discarded of the towel and went to lay next to me.

Both of the males at either of my sides made me feel the most protected I’d ever felt in my entire life. Rhys must have heard me as he squeezed my arm.

“Thank you. Both of you.” I spoke alas.

“What for?” They both said in unison, making me giggle and them glare at each other.

“Everything.”

They both kissed my cheeks, Rhysand to my right and Tamlin to my left.

“Sleep, Alanna.” Said Tamlin. Draping an arm over my midsection.

“She’ll need it for the amount of fucking we’re all going to do tomorrow.” Rhys mumbled with a smirk, snuggling up to my side and kissing my forehead. This wasn’t so bad after all.

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Chapter 12: Meeting at the Summer Court

By the time the staff came to the door and told us there was a message from the other high lords, it was clearly too late.

The rebel faery male had already threatened Rhys and Tamlin. It was as if I hadn’t even heard all of the commotion. I just stood there in shock. Rhys removed the glamour from me, making me visible once more.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. What the hell?” Rhys cussed, the peace he had cherished when they won the war now disintegrated. Tamlin furiously shook his head and suddenly ran out of the room, a loud roar accompanying the shaking of the manor.

Rhys took the message from them and read it.

“A meeting is in immediate order. On the new moon sunday. Meet at the summer court. A band of surviving soldiers of Hybern have joined together to get payback. Keep your loved ones close. Lord Tarquín and Lord Beron.” He shook his head, squeezing the bridge of his straight nose with his fingers.

“Tamlin! Enough pouting, we have important matters to discuss!” Rhysand shouted, soon sighting Tamlin having winnowed back upstairs to the study. His hair was disheveled, a thin film of sweat covering his forehead. He walked up to me steadily, turning my face in his hands as he surveyed the cut from the window breaking.

He healed it quickly, smoothing his thumb over the slightly scarred skin. He held me in place.

“Alanna, no one is going to touch you. Don’t you worry for even a minute, do you understand me?” His eyes were pleasing. I nodded my head in response, no doubt having fear in my eyes.

“We have to go to the summer court on Sunday.” Rhysand grimly said, coming to my side to embrace me. Tamlin simply glanced at him, a murderous look on his face at what had just happened. A wave of his hand and the window looked just as untouched as before the faery came crashing through it.

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I had been made to accompany my mates to the summer court, as they had been quite strict about not letting me out of their sight since the ordeal took place.

We strode to the gates of the beautiful property. The summer court was beautiful, but it was not my home. It’s beauty did not beckon me and make me feel safe like the Spring court and Velaris did.

The lord who just have been Tarquín greeted us, his eyes darting to me immediately.

“Who is this?” He asked, curiously eyeing me. I knew he could smell my human scent.

“This is Alanna.” Rhys started, Tamlin’s fists clenching. “She’s my mate—and Tamlin’s.”

Tarquín looked as though he wanted to burst out laughing, though he did not.

“By the Cauldron, mating bonds truly are a mystery. Welcome, Alanna.” He took my hand in his, his soft brown skin looking beautiful against the summer sun.

I, on the other hand, was hot. I wasn’t used to the sun being this bright, beating down on my flesh, even with the lightweight dress on. Back at the village, my…former home, it was always chilly and cloudy.

Tarquín led us to a grand meeting room, and there were the other high lords there. Their ears all perked up, eyes immediately trying to make the connection between Rhys, Tamlin, and I. I felt Rhys’s hand on the small of my back, a silent reassurance. I was seated between my two mates. There were others there as well, clearly the wives and children of the other high lords. It might have been the most awkward thing I’d ever experienced, and I almost sighed in relief when Tarquín spoke, standing up.

“As you all know, we are here today because of a rogue soldier of Hybern. They have threatened us, wanting to get even for the lives lost due to our powerful tactics. A plan needs to be made so we can execute them and move on to the peace we all deserve.” Tarquín finished, sitting back down.

A brutish brunette male spoke next, his ginger sons next to him.

“Why don’t we just track them and kill them on the spot?” He cut in.

“Clearly,” Rhys began. “They have some sort of hidden power. They would not be foolish enough to break into our courts and threaten us otherwise. It would be an excellent idea to send out spies. To gather information on their powers so we can outsmart them.”

Other high lords nodded in approval.

“Very well. We each send out our best spies from our courts with a tracking spell from the remains of DNA. Anything from a shoe print, pieces of fabric, blood, saliva, anything you all can muster up.”

The meeting went on for a while longer, about to end before lord Beron taunted us.

“Who’s the human whore?” Tamlin’s claws darted out and he snarled like an enraged animal. Rhys growled at him, standing up to tower over him as a threat. Beron started laughing out loud, throwing his head back. So did his sons, and everyone else except Tarquín and the wives and younger children of the lords.

“You mean to tell me, that both of you are mated to the same human?” Lord Beron laughed.

Tamlin lunged now, claws out and pressed against Beron’s neck.

“You keep your mouth shut.” He snarled, spitting on his face. The high lord of the autumn court was about to use his fiery powers before Rhys butted in.

“Beron, you may want to think carefully of what you were thinking of doing.” A single talon appeared on Rhys. Lord Beron cussed at Tamlin before backing off, winnowing him, his wife, and sons back to his court.

“Well, I think this concludes the meeting. Collect the DNA samples and send your best spies. We meet again in a week.” Tarquín stated, everyone winnowing one by one, leaving just us three before the high lord of the summer court stopped us.

“Before you go, I just wanted to congratulate you all. You have a rare blessing.” Tarquín smiled at us. Rhys and Tamlin both nodded in thanks, while I just awkwardly smiled at him. I though that out of all the other rude high lords, the one of summer was my favorite. He was kind, and for that I was grateful.

Rhys took my hand and we all winnowed back to the Spring Court.

The following events consisted of my mates bathing me, fucking me, and placing me in-between them as we drifted off to the dream world. I found that my absolute favorite place to be was in the embraces of my males.

Tamlin always was the big spoon, while Rhys laid on his back and had my head on his chest. His heartbeat drummed me to sleep; Tamlin’s warm fingers tracing patterns onto my bare skin.

I wouldn’t be complete without them, and I’d only be half complete with one of them. They were the lions, and I was their lamb.

[tamlinsbedroom]

Chapter 11: A Never Ending War

Note: This is set after the war with Hybern, and the OC you will read about is a soldier of Hybern who survived, gathered other surviving soldiers, and wants revenge. The stance is set after ACOWAR and obviously Feyre never existed in this story and Amarantha and Hybern were defeated just by Amren, Tamlin, and everyone else. Hope that makes sense!

Rhysand carried me away to the porcelain tub filled with warm water. Tamlin, kneeling next to the bath checked the temperature before nodding to my other mate.

As soon as I was placed in, the warm water soothed my aching muscles and buffed away all of the sexual fluids from our activities.

“Look how cute you are. Like a wet puppy.” Rhysand teased, causing Tamlin himself to chuckle in response. Tamlin reached for a bar of lavender scented soap, dipping it in the water. He gently held my arm, washing me with it. I was truly being pampered by my mates, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.

Rhysand grabbed the other bar, starting on my feet and legs, massaging me. I moaned slightly in relief and pleasure, content at that very moment.

“Feel good?” Tamlin asked me. I nodded in response, smiling at him sweetly. He was such a good caretaker. That’s all he had been doing since he found me that day…Those unpleasant memories began to play through my mind. Both the males noticed my rapid change of emotion, and Tamlin had a knowing look on his face. Rhysand looked ever so confused, as if there was something he didn’t know. That was right. He didn’t know all of it. Only that Tamlin found me hurt in the woods.

“When I found Alanna, she had been running from a group of men. They burned her village and—and they hurt her.” Tamlin said sadly, the way he said the word hurt not needing to be explained based on the cringe that shuddered through Rhys.

“Oh Alanna…I’m so sorry.” Rhysand held my hand, Tamlin already caressing my other one. Tears silently slipped down my cheeks. The lord of spring kissed them away, while the lord of night licked them off of me.

“No one is going to hurt you ever again. Do you hear me? No one would dare try now that you have not one, but two high lords as your mates.” Rhysand stated, his words not faltering even once. I nodded in thanks, giving both of their hands a squeeze.

They continued to wash me until I was all clean, drying me off with a fluffy cotton towel and wrapping me up in it. This time Tamlin carried me to my room, Rhys following behind him.

As much as they wanted to just spend the day cuddling me, they explained, they had to tell me some very vital things.

After I was clothed, Tamlin led us to the study. I seated myself down in one of the chairs, a curious look on my face.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Alanna,” Tamlin started. “There are things you need to know. Things you need to heed.”

“We have enemies. Both of us. These enemies would like to use you against us in any way they can. You are our weakness now. Our enemies have leverage over you. Not only this, but there are high fae that take delight in torturing and killing humans.” Rhysand explained sternly, but in as nice of a tone as he could muster up.

“Once people become more aware of you, word will spread. That two of the most powerful high lords have a shared mate.”

“I understand…what do you need me to do?” I picked at my fingernails, trying to hide my anxiety.

“You need to stay with us, or with an escort at all times when you want to go anywhere but about a mile from the manor.” Tamlin said, his tone business like. “It’s too dangerous for you to be on your own, let alone as a fae, but especially as a human.”

“Okay…” I agreed, unable to hide the fear in my voice. I knew why they had to do this, but it still was unnerving. I couldn’t complain. I was a homebody at my core, not exactly the adventurous type.

“We’re so sorry that you had to be brought into this…” Rhys sighed, petting down my hair.

“I’m not.” I retorted. “Or else I’d never have met you both.”

Their eyes both pricked with tears, clearly never have been loved by another in this sort of intensity.

“Oh Alanna—“

*CRASH*

The next thing I knew, shards of glass from the breaking of a window flung in our direction, making a long, shallow cut on my face.

The males both lunged toward me, putting me behind them. A glamor was cast over me so that I was virtually invisible to whatever had just broken the window.

I saw in front of us a high fae male. His long brown hair and blue eyes were nothing compared to the evil look plastered on his face.

“High Lord of the Spring Court and the Night Court, together after the war. How touching.” The male said, his voice rough.

“Who the hell are you?” Rhysand snarled, his talons out on display. Tamlin growled deeply, his own claws appearing from his knuckles.

“No one you know, although I trust we will get acquainted quite closely soon.” He replied smoothly, the heels on his boots hitting the floor which each slow step.

“You’re trespassing in my court. You broke in to my home. There is punishment for that.”

The faery only chuckled condescendingly in response.

“In the war, you stole many things from me. Many people from me. It’s only fair, that you pay up as well.” His grin turned into a wretched expression. “Every high lord will give me a sacrifice of someone you love by the. You have the time span of three full moons. If you do not, you will regret it and watch your courts burn. You may summon my soldiers with this.” He dug into his pocket, pulling out a blood red crystal and chucking it in front of my mates.

Just as Tamlin lunged for the faery, he vanished.

Not seconds later, there was a knock on the study door. A servant said through it:

“My lord? I have urgent messages from the Winter and Autumn Courts.”

Those messages were a tad bit late, it seemed.

[tamlinsbedroom]

I will be starting a Tamlin x OC story called “The Lions and the Lamb” here and on Archive of Our Own!

The story will take place after the war with Hybern as if there was no Feyre (like she basically doesn’t exist in this).

Tamlin finds a human girl named Alanna in the woods, wounded. He takes her under his wind and discovers that she is his mate. He has dealings in the night court, and soon Rhysand meets Alanna as well. Though Prythian thought there was alas peace, evil is just around the corner.

There will eventually be smut, but will be a slow burn with a soft!Tamlin and soft!rhysand all in a poly relationship! There will be angst.

[tamlinsbedroom]

Chapter 7: Rhysand

The strange faeries voice rung in my ears, and I stood there, half naked, in shock. Tamlin was quick to step in front of me.

“What are you doing here? Never mind I don’t care, get off of my land.” Tamlin snapped, venom dripping off his tongue.

Rhysand’s smile turned feral as he tutted.

“Ever the hospitable high lord.” Rhysand walked forward and began circling me. I looked down in shame and crossed my arms, attempting to hide beneath them as he gazed me up and down. Tamlin took a daunting step towards him, then stopped mid-way.

“I would remember your place, Tamlin. You know what I’m capable of.” The male chuckled.

“What a pretty flower you’ve acquired. Where did you pick her?” Rhysand asked, his violet eyes on me again.

“It’s no business of yours.” The violet eyed faery looked at my midriff, the bandage covering it. I almost saw what mirrored worry in his eyes, but it vanished in a flash.

“Anyways, I’ll be visiting a little more often now that you’ve got something at this tiring court worth my while.” Tamlin snarled like an animal.

“What so you mean ‘worth your while’? You are not welcome here. And you certainly won’t be going near Alanna.”

“Ah, that’s the flowers name, is it? Alanna. I think she should decide whether or not I’ll be going anywhere near her, don’t you darling?” He locked eyes with me, and it was hard to keep looking into them.

“I—I don’t know you.”

“You didn’t know Tamlin here, either. Until he saved you.” Both Tamlin and my eyes widened in shock, how did he—“What if I saved you too? Had something to offer that you couldn’t possibly refuse?”

“I don’t even know you’re name.”

“It’s Rhysand. But you, my little flower, can call me Rhys.” He said teasingly, tracing his hot finger against my collar bone. I should have wanted him to stop, to go away, but at the same time it felt like it did with Tamlin. That magnetism, pulling me towards him. What was going on? I was starting to get angry. It was as if he read my mind as he spoke next.

“I have an answer to that question you keep asking yourself, Alanna. I know it’s eating you up. Poor thing, being so illiterate to this world and it’s laws.” The gears in my mind were turning ten million miles an hour. I wanted to know what it was, but wouldn’t Tamlin just tell me?

“No, he won’t.” Rhys read my mind again. I looked at Tamlin, and he looked at me with pleading eyes. I had to know.

“Fine, deal. Now tell me.” The black haired faery laughed and put his hands behind his back.

“My end of the bargain comes first, you’re coming with me.” He grabbed my arm and the next thing I knew, I was gone from the Spring Court.

When I observed my surroundings, I was in a very nice home. It was like the manor, but more—comfortable. Relaxed. Rhys came into my view. I shuddered, realizing I was still in undergarments.

“W-where am I? Please don’t hurt me I didn’t know—“ He grabbed my face and shushed me.

“Alanna, you’re fine. I’m not going to hurt you. Now. About your question.”

“Tamlin, is your mate.” My eyes widened in shock. Mate? I have heard that before, in mortal legends. The way that the High Fae bonded to each other—

“But, he is not your only one.” My jaw must have literally dropped to the floor. I didn’t understand, how could someone have more than one mate? And I thought humans couldn’t have mates.

“My goodness, your think so fast. It’s extremely rare for even high fae to have two mates, let alone a human. But, you, my dear Alanna, are not entirely human.” This was all too much…father has spoken legends passed down my family about my great grandmother being a high faery, but we thought it was just a family whim or something. Two mates. It wasn’t hard to figure out who my second one was.

“And…you’re my second.” He nodded. “How did you even find me?” I asked, conduction expressed clearly on my features.

“I had dreams about you. About a girl in a human village, a girl who loved to read, and could never hurt a fly. I saw you in the prythian, in the forest running from those pigs. I saw Tamlin find you, and bring you back to the Spring Court. I couldn’t get to you in time, I knew Tamlin had to be the one to meet you first.” I looked at him in disbelief. I didn’t know what to think. Two mates? Two High Faery mates? I began to get lightheaded. He grabbed my chin gently, making me look up at him.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, and I truly am sorry that I’m putting this on you. I just couldn’t hold back any longer, I couldn’t bare Tamlin hiding you from me.”

“He really knew? And he wasn’t going to say anything?” Rhys nodded.

“You’ll soon learn that he is very protective. Too protective. Nonetheless, he is your mate too. So, we will all just have to deal with each other. Good thing is, Tamlin and I are both High Lords of of own courts and—“

“What? You’re a High Lord too?” I put my hands on my head and couldn’t believe what fate had felt me. Rhys chuckled, a real chuckle full of warmth.

“The cauldron truly has blessed you, Alanna darling. Now, get changed and just hollar when you’re done. I’ll carry you to dinner.”

“I can walk.” I stood up shakily, trying to prove my point and almost fell down. I guess all the strength it took me to stand up in the lake of starlight had drained my energy.

Rhys was quick to grab my arms and steady me, touching his pointer finger to my nose as a cute gesture.

“Sure you can.”

I opened the drawers in my luxurious but cozy room to find purely lingerie. How the hell was I supposed to get comfy in this? I stormed to the closet and that selection wasn’t much better, but I settled on a satin black dress. It hugged my figure in all the right places…

I didn’t even have to hollar for him as he knocked on my door.

“Come in.” He did so. He looked at me as if I was a long lost treasure chest full of rare gems.

“This was the only suitable thing to wear…” I admitted. He smiled softly.

“You look beautiful, my mate.” He said the last two words with a growl, and my thighs clenched together. I heard stories of how when mates first came together they fucked…over and over and over again.

“Well darling, as much as I’d like to do that, it’s going to have to be with us both. It’s only fair to Tamlin.” He said, his words lingering as he traces a hand down my back. He kept reading my talked mind, I assumed it was some sort of fae magic.

“Listen to me Alanna. We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you don’t want this, say the words and I walk away. I can’t make promises about if Tamlin will do the same, but you have mine.” He kisses my cheek before picking me up gently. I groaned at how close he felt to me, his hands holding me up just under my arse. I couldn’t deny that I had wanted them both, from the moment I met them. This was going to be a crazy ride…