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Heat has started
Feyre’s thumb hovered over the blue button on the screen. Was she really doing this? Could she really spend her heat with a stranger that had been selected for her by an app? What if the agency had made a mistake? What if she had made a mistake in trusting them? A very expensive mistake…
But then again, what was the alternative? To spend it alone? To go out in the night and ask the first decent-smelling alpha she meets to accompany her home for a four day fuck fest? Yeah, that wasn’t unsafe at all. And there was no chance in hell that she would go through another heat alone.
Feyre had been a late bloomer, so to speak. Growing up poor with not enough food, her body had needed the little energy it had to keep her alive, which was probably why her first heat came as a shock a few weeks after her twenty-first birthday. At least that’s what the doctors told her. That first heat had been torture. Feyre had been all alone in her small studio apartment, and she had been so sure that she was dying. It had taken eight torturous hours and a very panicked call to the nurses advice line for her to understand what was happening.
She was in heat.
She was in heat and she had nothing at home that she might need. No blankets to make a nest. No food that didn’t have to be cooked. She didn’t even own a vibrator. That heat had been horrible, and as if the heat itself wasn’t bad enough, she had been convinced that she had developed carpal tunnel from having to use her hand to try to satisfy the ache between her legs. Thankfully, the pain in her wrist had disappeared within a few days, but the memory of that heat haunted her for months. It was a small mercy to know that she only had to go through a heat once a year.
Her second heat had been, if possible, even worse than the first one. Her beta boyfriend (now ex, thank god), had offered to help her. Tamlin had always been kind, if only a little bit controlling. She used to think that it was his way of showing her that he cared, but after spending that heat together, it was clear that he didn’t really care about her at all. He hadn’t been able to handle the fact that he couldn’t give her what she needed. He had probably offered to help her because he wanted the chance to fuck her for four days straight, but since he couldn’t give her a knot, she had ended up sobbing because everything hurt and he couldn’t take the pain away. He broke up with her three days after the heat had ended. It was clear that he hated that he hadn’t been able to satisfy her, not that he would ever admit that. Instead, he blamed Feyre. She wasn’t surprised. Apparently, she hadn’t thought about his feelings when she cried and begged for more, knowing he couldn’t deliver. He said that he didn’t like the fact that she was needy and emotional, but in reality, she knew that he just hated the fact that she didn’t need him .
Feyre’s third heat had been better, but not good. She had been prepared. She had made a nest worthy of Pinterest. She had stocked the kitchen with food. She had even bought one of those scary looking knot dildos. The dildo hadn’t been enough, though. Sure, it filled her, but going through a heat wasn’t just physical, she had learned. It was mental. Emotional. She had realized that she needed someone to talk her through it. Someone who was there to take care of her. Someone that would praise and feed and knot her – that was what she needed.
In other words, Feyre needed an alpha.
And so, for her fourth heat, she made a pretty hefty dent in her savings account and signed up for Velaris - the new app for omegas and alphas who needed to find partners for their heats and ruts. Well, it wasn’t only an app, it was an agency that matched you with a fitting partner in a safe and, to Feyre’s surprise, quite scientific way. When she had first signed up, she had received an email inviting her to one of their facilities. Even though the company was only a few years old, you could find them all over the country by now and Velaris was already one of the most popular apps on App store. Feyre had no idea who the owner was - nobody did - but whoever they were, they had to be filthy rich by now.
She had been asked to bring identification and a piece of clothing that she had worn the day before. One part of the matching process was something they called scent matching , which was exactly what it sounded like. She had spent almost four hours in their clinic - having her blood drawn and different tests made to make sure that she was healthy before being asked to go into a room where she was presented with ten different items of clothing. She had to rate each item on a scale from 1-5 and was told that she would be matched with someone whose scent she had rated 4 or 5.
At the end of the day, she’d been sent home with a few documents to read through and a questionnaire to fill out in the app. A few days later, she had received her first notification from the app and she almost dropped her phone when she hurried to read the message.
You have been matched.
Feyre couldn’t see the names of the alphas she had been matched with (for security reasons). The app only showed her the first letters of their names - R, H and T. She would spend her next heat with R, H or T, depending on who was available when she clicked the small button that would alert them that her heat had begun. And now, as she sat here in her kitchen, feeling that deep, familiar ache in her stomach, she couldn’t help but wonder who they were. And if the match wasn’t satisfactory, would she get a refund? What if they accidentally matched her with the alpha that had smelled like old socks and regret? She shivered at the thought. For a fraction of a second, she actually moved her thumb away from the screen, thinking that maybe she shouldn’t do this after all. Maybe a solo-heat wasn’t that bad? Surely, she had overreacted?
A cramp tore through her body, making her double over. Whincing in pain, she took this as a sign. This was clearly her body’s way of telling her to stop spiralling and just press the damn button already.
She glanced down at the screen again, at the three letters in black under the blue button.
R H T
Who will it be?
Feyre touched her thumb to the screen.
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Suddenly, everything happened much faster than she had anticipated.
First, a notification from Velaris:
Your heat has started. Do you need transportation to the heat hotel?
She pressed yes since there was no way she would be able to drive right now.
A car will be with you in approximately 20 minutes.
She swiped away the notification, only for another one to pop up.
Rhysand is available.
She stared at the screen. She hadn’t expected anyone to answer that quickly. He must have been logged into the app already.
The app wanted her to confirm that she was okay with meeting this man, so she clicked on his name, which brought her to his profile. She hadn’t been able to see it before, and maybe that was for the best, at least that’s what she told herself as she stared at the photo of the alpha she had been matched with.
Rhysand wasn’t just hot. No, he was devastatingly beautiful. Never in her life had she seen such perfection. She blinked hard, almost expecting the photo to disappear when she opened her eyes again, but no, he was still there. His eyes intense, almost violet. Dark hair, defined jaw and a playful smirk on his lips that promise Feyre all kinds of wicked pleasure.
She clicked yes before she could talk herself out of it.
Quickly, as though she had been burned, she put the phone screen down on the table and stared at the wall in front of her, feeling panicked and nervous and excited, all at once. She was going to meet Rhysand. She was going to meet the most attractive man she had ever laid her eyes upon.
He was going to knot her.
The thought made her pussy clench around nothing, making the empty feeling even more evident.
“Rhysand,” she whispered, needing to taste the name. It felt good on her tongue.
She looked down at the old leggings and knitted jumper she was wearing. It wasn’t a particularly sexy outfit. Would he care? The omega in her couldn't live with the thought of this man not liking her, so before she left the apartment, she made sure to put a few lacy things in her bag. They would feel like sandpaper on her sensitive skin, but it would be worth it if she could please him.
Pleasing him had suddenly become her number one priority.
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The car was punctual and the beta driver said exactly six words to her:
“Feyre Archeron?”
and
“Have a nice stay.”
The hotel was located in an old building in one of the nicer neighbourhoods in town. Velaris owned multiple hotels since one part of their business model was to offer a safe space for omegas and alphas to meet. It was definitely one of the things that made Feyre feel okay about this whole situation. Rhysand may be gorgeous, but she didn’t know if he was a good man, so the big red button next to the bed definitely made her feel safer. She looked around the room, taking in the light walls, the dark wooden furniture and the plush bed. There were a few pieces of art on the wall that she knew she would have studied more closely if it hadn’t felt as though her body was on fire. Her heat had definitely started. She pulled off her sweater and let it fall to the floor. Normally, she wouldn’t want Rhysand to think of her as messy, but at this very moment, she couldn’t care less. She just needed it off her body. Feyre’s stomach cramped again, making her bend over and gasp in pain. Why did heats have to be so fucking miserable?
And of course, that’s when someone knocked on the door.
“Shit,” she muttered and tried to stand up straight. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from groaning as she made her way over. Hadn’t they given Rhysand a key card?
Feyre took a deep breath, praying to god that she hadn’t been catfished and opened the door.
A woman stood on the other side of the door, holding what looked like a blanket. Feyre hoped that the confusion and disappointment she felt wasn’t too obvious on her face. She looked at the woman, noting the small embroidered V on her shirt, which told her that she was one of the employees at Velaris . Her scent made it clear that she was a beta. Come to think of it, it seemed as though every person that worked at Velaris was a beta.
“This is for you,” the woman said and handed the fabric over to Feyre. “Is the room satisfactory?”
Feyre glanced behind her as if she could find a good answer there. “Uh, I think so.”
The woman smiled at her. “If you or the alpha need anything, you can call us,” she pointed to the phone on the wall next to the door. “We are here all hours of the day, and so are our chefs. You can find the room service menu on the desk.”
She might have said something else, but Feyre had stopped listening. The fabric she had been given was definitely a blanket, and not only was it the softest thing she had ever had the pleasure of touching, but the scent…oh god, the scent. Like citrus and the sea, and something floral yet masculine. She wanted to bury her face in it. Wanted to wrap herself in it and never leave.
Thankfully, the woman had stopped talking, which probably meant that she was finished.
“Thank you,” Feyre said, reaching for the door.
“Of course. Enjoy your stay.”
As soon as the door was shut and locked, Feyre picked up the note attached to the blanket.
For your nest. Can’t wait to see you.
- R
She didn’t have to be told twice. She put the note on the night stand and climbed into bed. It was warm underneath the fluffy duvet. Too warm . She sat up and started to rearrange the covers and blankets and pillows until it felt perfect. Until she found herself in the middle of a giant ring of fluffy fabrics, the gray blanket draped carefully over her body. She let herself breathe in the scent that now surrounded her.
Alpha, something primal inside of her purred. Alpha will take care of me.
Without really thinking, she touched the tip of her tongue to the blanket, desperate to taste it.
To taste him.
A small whimper escaped her lips and she had to press her legs together to try to relieve the ache that was building there, but it was of no use.
Why is so fucking warm in here?
She kicked off her leggings and threw her socks across the room. She was only in her tank top and panties now, and they were already ruined with slick. She debated whether or not she should leave the bed and go change into something sexier, and less wet , but the task seemed quite impossible to her right now. Without really thinking, her hand found its way between her thighs, her fingers tracing the damp material there. God, she was horny. A small whimper escaped her lips as she pressed two fingers to her clit through the fabric. She needed release, and even though she knew that it wouldn’t really help, she slid her hand beneath her underwear and began circling her clit. Closing her eyes, she rolled over so that she was on her stomach and pressed her nose to the blanket again. Rhysand’s scent almost had her eyes rolling back in her head, and she tried to imagine that it was his fingers between her legs. That he was the one giving her what she needed.
The orgasm wasn’t spectacular, and it definitely didn't take away the pain, but the most urgent desperation to be filled seemed to have calmed down for now. Sighing, Feyre curled up on her side under the blanket and pulled the soft material over her head. Being surrounded by Rhysand’s scent like that was heavenly . She knew that she should get up, but her nest was too warm and comfortable and perfect. A few minutes, she told herself. A few more minutes, then I will get up and put on the lacy lingerie I brought. Just a few more minutes…
It was the heat that woke her. The hotel bed felt like a furnace, and as Feyre slowly opened her eyes, she felt disoriented. For a moment, she forgot where she was and wondered if she had woken up inside a dream somehow. Unfortunately, a cramp in her lower abdomen made it very clear that no, this was not a dream.
A whimper escaped her lips and she almost sobbed from the pain. How was it that she always forgot how awful her heats were? She twisted her fist in the blanket that was still draped over her and tore it off her body.
“There you are.”
Feyre froze, her brain trying to make sense of what she was hearing. That voice clearly belonged to a man. It couldn’t be something she made up in her head, because not even in her wildest dreams could she have created such a smooth and silky voice. It matched his scent, Feyre thought as she slowly twisted her body so that she could look over her shoulder.
There, in an armchair on the other side of the room, sat a man covered in shadows, his face only lit up by the small lamp on the bedside table. He looked good in darkness – as though he belonged to the night.
Rhysand.
Even clouded in shadows, she could tell that it was him. He was even more beautiful in real life. She might have uttered those words out loud, which would have horrified her if she hadn’t been preoccupied by the pain in her stomach that was currently trying to kill her. She pressed her eyes shut and hugged herself, biting her lip to keep herself from whimpering.
In a heartbeat, Rhys had crossed the room and was kneeling next to the bed, a steady hand on her arm.
“Omega, are you okay?”
The people pleaser inside her wanted to tell him that yes, she was okay and he didn’t have to worry. But that’s not why he was here. He was here to take care of her, so she shook her head meekly. “No,” she managed to whisper. "Hurts."
“I know,” he stroked her hair, soothing her. “I’m here now.” His voice was like velvet wrapping around her and she could feel herself calm down. “You’re doing so well, omega,” Rhysand whispered, the praise going straight to her core.
“Alpha,” she whined, sounding just as needy as she felt.
He rested his hand against her sensitive neck, his thumb stroking her cheek. “I’ll take care of you, sweet thing.”
Feyre hummed and turned her face so that her nose was pressed to his wrist. His scent was stronger there and she had a sudden urge to bite him. Sink her teeth into him and claim him. Her body was screaming at her, begging her to let this man make her his. “Rhysand,” she murmured, her lips ghosting over his skin.
She could feel him tense next to her and for a short moment, she was afraid that he would pull away. It turned out that he intended to do the opposite.
Faster than what should be humanly possible, he had her on her back in the middle of the bed, his strong body pressed to hers. He was holding himself up on an elbow and Feyre had to bite her tongue to keep herself from begging him to rest his entire weight on her. She needed more . Needed him closer .
“Say my name again,” he all but growled as he slid his thigh between her legs, applying pressure right where she needed it.
A gasp escaped her lips and her hand went up to grab his shirt. She wanted to pull him closer.
She wanted to pull the shirt off him.
She wanted his skin and his scent and his knot. Oh god, she wanted this man’s knot. She wanted to be filled and fucked and used. There was a small voice in the back of her mind telling her that they should probably talk. Get to know each other. But there was no time for that.
Her body was burning for him and he had to put the fire out or she would be consumed. She moved her hips against his thigh, seeking the friction she so desperately needed but his big hand held her still, grasp firm and controlling. She whined in frustration.
“No, Feyre. You will say my name if you want my touch. If you want my knot .” He whispered that last part against the corner of her mouth. “I need you to tell me who’s going to take care of you and fuck you and fill you.” He moved his hips just once and that was enough to make Feyre see stars.
“Rhysand,” she moaned, his name like a prayer or her lips. “Please.”
“Please what?” she could feel him smile against her skin as he kissed his way down her throat. Small, gentle kisses that made her body scream for more.
“Please touch me.”
“Where do you need me to touch you, Feyre? He kissed that sensitive spot below her ear. “Here?” another kiss, this time on her collar bone. “Maybe here?” Feyre shook her head, a pathetic whine escaped her lips. Rhysand chuckled and continued his path down her body. “How about here?” He kissed the top of her breast through the fabric of her shirt and before she could answer, he pressed his warm mouth to her aching nipple.
“Ah–oh, please.” Feyre moved her hand to the back of his head, trying to show him that he was definitely getting warmer, but that was clearly a mistake because Rhysand grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head. She met his gaze, his dark hair falling down over his forehead, his eyes bright and full of the same need she knew that he could see in hers.
“Keep them here.” His voice was low and full of darkness.
“What if I don’t?” she asked, mostly because she didn’t trust her body right now.
The smile on his lips was wicked. “Oh, but you will, because you want to please me, isn’t that right?”
Feyre could only nod in answer and Rhysand bent down and dragged his nose along her neck, breathing her in. “Already so sweet for me,” he murmured and let his tongue taste her skin. Feyre tried to press her legs together to relieve the ache but his thigh was still there, holding her legs open. “And you taste so fucking sweet, too.”
Then, with his lips at her ear, he whispered, “I bet your cunt tastes like heaven, Feyre.”
She could feel a fresh wave of slick between her legs and an involuntary moan left her lips at his dirty words. She had written in her profile that she enjoyed dirty talk, and Rhysand had clearly done his homework.
“Will you let me taste it?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please. You can do anything just… please .” She was desperate for his touch. His tongue. His cock. She wanted it all and she wanted it now.
Rhys kissed her cheek and pushed himself up so that was straddling her leg. “So polite,” he chuckled and moved his hands down her arm, along her neck and collarbones until he reached the top of her tanktop, his fingertips gracing one of her nipples through the thin material. “How much do you like this top?”
Feyre didn’t have time to answer before he had torn the white top right down the middle, making her gasp. “I’ll buy you a new one.” Then, he reached one hand behind his neck and pulled off his own shirt too. Feyre only had seconds to admire his body, but oh god , what a body it was. Tanned skin with rippling muscles and tattoos that seemed to move with him, as though they had always been a part of him. She wanted to lick those tattoos. She wanted to trace them with her tongue and continue down, down, down…
Her thought was interrupted by Rhysand bending down, pressing his body against hers, making her whimper again. He slid one hand behind her head, holding her like something precious. Something to take care of and cherish. Bending down, Rhysand kissed the corner of her mouth. “If I do something you don’t like, you need to tell me to stop, okay?”
The words didn’t make sense. Something she didn’t like? How was it possible that this god of a man could do something she didn’t like? It was an absurd thought, but she nodded nonetheless. Anything to please him.
“Good girl.”
There was nothing slow or hesitant in the way Rhysand kissed her, like there so often was when you kissed someone for the first time. His kiss was like a promise. A need. I want you, he seemed to tell her as he teased her lips open. You’re mine. He kissed her like a man starved. Like he needed her as much as he needed air. It was fire and passion. Hot and needy and claiming. Feyre wanted to move her hands. Wanted to hold him to her and never let go, but more than that, she wanted to be good. She wanted him to praise her and please her, so she stayed just like he had instructed, her body moving against his. “Fuck Feyre,” he rasped against her lips. “So good for me.” His hand came up to cup her breast. “So fucking beautiful.”
You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen was at the tip of her tongue, but the words died when he pinched her nipple while simultaneously pressing his thigh against her aching core.
Finally.
Without really thinking, Feyre started moving her hips against his thigh, unable to stop her body from seeking the release she so desperately needed. Rhysand kissed her harder, one hand coming down to her hip - not to stop her this time, but to hold her. Help her.
“That’s it, Feyre darling,” he murmured against her lips. “Take what you need. Make yourself feel good.” Rhysand kissed her harder, dirtier. His sweaty body felt like heaven against her skin and she took and took and took. She was so wet. So fucking wet and empty and horny and it wasn’t enough . It was as though she was chasing something that would forever be out of reach. A frustrated tear fell from her eye.
Rhysand gently nipped at her lower lip before sticking out his tongue to catch her tear. Maybe it was her heat, or maybe it was the fact that she was going stupid from how horny she was, but him licking her tears away was definitely on her top ten list of the sexiest things she had ever experienced.
The other nine things on the list had also happened in the last five minutes.
God, she was losing it.
“It’s not enough, is it?” he asked, and she couldn’t tell if he was teasing her or not. She didn’t really care. She only cared about the way he was kissing his way down her neck. “You need something more, don’t you?”
Feyre nodded.
“Tell me what you need, darling.”
“More.”
She could feel him smile against her skin. “More what?”
Feyre balled her hand into fists. “Just…more,” she said, frustration lacing her words.
“Hmm,” he let his fingers travel up the side of her stomach, up her ribs. When he reached her breast, he drew little circles around her nipple, making her lose her mind.
“Alpha, please,” she groaned. “Please touch me.”
“But I am touching you.”
“More. Harder. Please.” Feyre could no longer string full sentences together, but she seemed to have gotten the message across. Rhysand rolled her nipple between his fingers, making her hiss.
“You like this, don’t you?” Before Feyre could answer, he bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth while his fingers continued their torture on her other breast. “You like the pain.”
She did. Oh, god she did. She had never been brave enough to ask a partner to do all the things she dreamed about, but somehow, Rhysand seemed to know exactly what her body craved.
“You don’t want me to be gentle with you, do you?”
Feyre shook her head. “No.”
Rhysand sucked her nipple, hard. Feyre squirmed underneath him. “Good. Such a good girl for telling me what you need.”
“Will I get a reward for being good?”
Rhysand laughed and she was quite certain that she had never heard a lovelier sound.
“Oh, I plan on rewarding you for days, omega.” He began kissing his way down her stomach and Feyre forgot every single word in the English language when he reached the edge of her underwear. She was still wearing her boring, black cotton panties, but luckily, Rhysand didn’t seem to care. No, he was looking down at her covered sex as though he had found religion there. Feyre blushed and stared up at the ceiling. It felt too intense to look at him while was exploring her.
“Such a mess. Is this all for me?” Rhysands fingers gently traced her through the cotton. The slick, he meant. Are you this wet for me?
“Yes,” Feyre breathed, “All for you.”
A growl, and then her panties were torn off, thrown across the room. “That’s right. This is all mine.”
“Yours. All yours. Yes, please ,” she panted. She could feel his breath against her soaked cunt.
Rhysand positioned her with her legs over his shoulders and slid his hands under her ass so that he could pull her closer to his mouth. His tongue teased her opening, clearly tasting her straight from the source.
“I was right,” he said, his voice thick and full of need. “Just like heaven.”
Rhysand didn’t eat her out. No, he devoured her. Claimed her. His tongue tasted and took and gave and she was gasping, her hands gripping the sheet just to have something to hold onto.
“Rhysand,” she moaned when he flattened his tongue and licked her clit, once, twice, before dipping it back into her.
“That’s right,” he kissed her thigh, “say my name when I make you come.”
A finger entered her and he sucked her clit into his mouth. “Fuck,” she screamed, and he answered by pressing another finger into her. It wasn’t enough, not even close. But it was better. She wasn’t empty.
Within seconds, she was right there on that edge again, so fucking close, but still not all the way there.
“Alpha, I–oh, fuck, I need…” she had no idea what she was saying, she was too lost in the sensation of his face buried between her legs.
“You need what I give you,” he said matter of factly, and then his mouth was back on her, his fingers fucking into her, hitting that spot that had her seeing stars.
Yes, alpha. I need what you give me. Need you. Need you.
Mine.
She came with his name on her lips.
Rhysand, Rhysand, Rhysand.
It was the only word left in her vocabulary. The only word she would ever need.
When she found her way back to herself, Rhysand was kissing his way up her body, his tongue tasting her skin.
“Thank you,” Feyre breathed, her body feeling lighter.
He huffed a laugh. “You’re very welcome.”
He kissed her slower this time, as if trying to memorize her taste. With her eyes closed, Feyre let herself revel in the feeling of his lips on hers. She never wanted this to end. Never wanted him to leave. Could she keep him forever?
When he ground his hips against her, she could feel his cock between her legs, so close to where she needed him to fill her. She had no idea when he had removed his trousers, not that it mattered. She was just glad that he was naked. That they both were. Feyre was starting to grow needy again. Rhysand pushed himself up so that he was looking down at her once more. She still didn’t dare move her hands. As she met his gaze, she knew that she would do anything this man asked of her. Anything, as long as he stayed here with her.
“So fucking pretty,” a gentle finger caressed her cheek. “And you made such a pretty nest for us. Such a good girl.”
The praise made a home in her heart.
And in her aching core.
Blushing, she asked, “You…you like it?”
He hummed and stroked his thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. “Did you imagine me fucking you in it, Feyre?”
Her flushed skin grew even hotter. “Maybe.”
“Hmm, I think you did. I think that’s why you fucked yourself with your little fingers before I arrived.”
She could feel his hard cock against her stomach now. Could feel the precum dripping from it. Did he like the thought of her pleasuring herself while thinking about him? It sure seemed like it. So, like the good omega she wanted to be, she kissed his jaw and nodded. A pathetic little sound left her when she pressed her lips to that spot under his ear that she wanted to sink her teeth into.
With a growl, he grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “But it wasn’t enough, was it? That’s why you were so needy when I showed up. Moaning and stirring in your sleep, so desperate to have that pretty little cunt filled.”
Fuck. The things this man said. It made her want to get down on her knees and show him just how good she could be for him.
“What were you dreaming of, darling? What made you so wet and needy?”
Feyre’s eyes rolled back when he slid his cock between her legs, his hips thrusting once, twice, soaking his hard length in her slick.
“You,” she moaned, “Alpha. I need you, please, I need…”
He growled and buried his face in the crook of her neck, right where her scent was strongest. When his tongue licked her there, right over that sensitive, forbidden spot, Feyre couldn't hold back anymore. She needed to touch him. Needed him on her and in her.
“Can I touch you now?” she all but pleaded with him.
“Yes.”
Without hesitating, Feyre wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him up to her. She kissed him this time. It was slow at first. Sweet. A gentle exploration that quickly turned deeper. Rougher. Messier.
Another slide of Rhysand’s cock between her folds had her begging for more.
“Please,” her fingers tangled in his hair. “Need you. Need your knot, alpha.”
He placed his cock at her entrance, making Feyre sob in frustration when he just held himself there. She tried to move. Tried to get him inside, where he belonged.
“Do you think you can take me?” his voice was thick with lust and Feyre could tell that he was holding himself back. “I was planning on stretching you with my fingers first.”
“No,” she whined and wrapped her legs around him. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I can’t– I need…”
The head of his cock slipped inside and Feyre had to bite back a sob.
“Such language,” Rhysand said with a mischievous grin on his perfect lips.”Let’s see what other obscenities I can make you scream.”
That was all the warning she received before he pushed into her, her cunt struggling to take all of him. She gasped, her mind hazy from the pain and pleasure spreading through her body from her core. He was stretching her, filling her so completely, she didn’t know where she ended and he began.
It was pure bliss.
“So fucking tight,” he swore and tightened his grip on her hip. Feyre hoped he would leave a bruise there. She liked the idea of finding his marks on her body.
His face was buried in the crook of her neck, his lips moving against her sensitive skin. “So perfect.” He pulled out just an inch and pushed back inside. “Such a perfect little omega.”
“You feel so good,” she moaned and she could feel his cock swell inside her. He cursed under his breath and pulled out so that only the head of his cock was inside her again.
“Do you want me to go slow?” The question seemed to pain him.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Thank fuck.”
Rhysand fucked her like she needed to be fucked; hard, deep and fast. She felt the world shift, something inside of her changing with every stroke of his cock. This was what it was like to be with an alpha. This was what her body was made for.
His cock hit a spot inside her that had her seeing stars. “Rhysand,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“So pretty when you take what I give you,” he praised. “So perfect.” Another thrust. “Can’t believe my luck.” Dipping his head, he licked her throat, making her moan. “This fucking scent,” he growled. “I just knew I had to have you. That you were mine.”
She wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to get him even deeper, but he was already everywhere. In her body. In her mind.
In her soul.
When his hand found its way between their bodies, his fingers gently stroking her clit, Feyre was quite certain that she had died and gone to heaven. “Mine,” he whispered against her skin.
“Yours.”
The word seemed to please her alpha. His hands on her body grew rougher, his breathing faster. “That’s right. You’re mine. My omega. Mine to fuck and knot and take care of.”
“Ah, yes–please. Need it. Knot me.”
“Is that what you want?” he asked, as though he didn’t already know the answer. “Do you need me to knot this pretty little cunt?”
Pleasepleasepleaseplease
His fingers on her clit moved faster, taking her closer and closer to that blissful edge. “That’s it darling. Come on my cock. Come on your alphas cock and I’ll give you what you need.”
I just need you, alpha.
My alpha. My Rhysand.
I just need you.
Make me yours.
Feyre was swept away on a sea of stars, her pleasure washing over her in waves.
She felt herself clench around Rhysand, and it didn’t take long until he buried himself in her, his knot swelling at the base of his cock. With her name on his lips, he spilled into her, filling her so completely. Another wave of pleasure seemed to roll over her at the thought of Rhysand filling her with his seed. Her back arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back. Somewhere far away, she could hear a voice smooth as velvet whisper praise against her skin.
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Heaven. Feyre was in heaven, she was sure of it.
She came back to her body slowly, her eyes adjusting to what felt like a new world. In her soul she knew that there would forever be a before and an after in her life, and this moment marked that change.
She was laying on top of Rhysand, her legs on either side of his hips and her head tucked under his chin. His knot was still inside her, filling her. He had draped the blanket over them, and Feyre could have sworn that she heard a soft purr coming from him. She must have stirred because Rhysand kissed the top of her head, his fingers stroking her hair.
Feyre lifted her head so that she could look at him, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden.
“Hi.” The word was barely more than a whisper.
His answering smile almost took her breath away. “Hi.”
“So,” she began without really knowing what she wanted to say. It had been so much easier to talk just minutes ago when all she wanted was his knot. Now that she had it and her heat had calmed down a bit, she truly had no idea what to say to this man that had fucked her so good, she wondered if she would ever recover. And since her brain wasn’t functioning properly at this very moment, she went with, “I’m Feyre, which you already know.”
She could feel his chest vibrate as he chuckled. “And I’m Rhysand, which I’m sure you know since you were screaming it just a few minutes ago.”
Feyre buried her face in his chest, trying to hide her red cheeks.
“But you can call me Rhys.”
“Rhys,” she repeated. “It’s nice to meet you.”
He laughed, and Feyre wished that she could bottle that sound and listen to it on a rainy day.
“You don’t think it’s a bit late for pleasantries when I’m quite literally buried inside of you?”
She shrugged. “I just didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want there to be an awkward silence and my brain is still a bit too fuzzy to come up with an interesting topic of conversation.”
She rested her cheek on his chest again and let her finger trace the tattoos there.
Rhys shivered under her touch. “You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want to. I don’t mind the silence.”
“I just thought we should get to know each other.”
“We will.”
She yawned. “Don’t you think it’s a bit weird that your knot is inside me and you don’t even know me?”
“No,” he answered quickly. “Do you?” Was there a hint of insecurity there, or did she imagine it?
She thought about it for a moment. “No, I guess I don’t. It feels…nice.”
Rhys let out a sound that sounded like something between a laugh and a scoff. “Nice?”
“What’s wrong with nice?”
“It’s just not the word I would have used to describe this.” One of his hands grabbed her thigh underneath the blanket.
“What word would you have preferred then?”
“Fantastic. Life altering. Perfect. Take your pick.” His hand moved over the curve of her ass and her back, his arm coming around her, hugging her tighter to him.
“Those words are certainly better than nice.” The last part of the sentence was swallowed by another yawn.
Rhysand placed another kiss atop her head. “Just rest, Feyre. We have all the time in the world to get to know each other.”
“Four days,” she murmured, her eyes drifting close. “My heat is only for four days.”
“If you think I’m letting you go after four days, you are sorely mistaken.”
It was her turn to laugh. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do? Kidnap me?”
“If you’re into that kind of thing, then yes.”
She snorted. “I’m not.”
But then again… maybe she was? The thought of Rhysand taking her and keeping her for himself was weirdly enough not the worst idea she had ever heard.
Or maybe that was just her heat talking?
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” She could hear the smile in his voice.
“No,” she lied.
Rhysand hummed and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “I’d kidnap you in a heartbeat if you asked.”
“Good to know.”
“Sleep now, Feyre darling. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
As she drifted off to sleep, she could have sworn that she heard Rhysand’s soft voice whisper one single word into the night;
“Mine.”