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This one-shot contains mature content.
I looked in the mirror at the skimpy outfit that had been laid out for me. A long, lacy black dress whose neckline plunged to my naval, the skirt draping to the floor with a long slit that reached the top of my thigh. It barely left anything to the imagination. I smiled coyly – Rhys would absolutely delight in this.
At the thought of my mate, I heard a knock on the door. I readjusted the long earrings that accompanied the dress and called, “Yes?”
Rhys was at the door, and he answered, “May I come in?”
There was barely any need for privacy, given my mate had seen all of me already. Yet, he respected me and wanted to be sure to give me my space. I nodded, realized he couldn’t see that I nodded, and strolled over to the door. I opened it slowly, and his reaction was absolutely perfect.
"Feyre..." Rhys breathed as his star-flecked eyes glazed as they hungrily looked over my body once, twice. His knuckles turned white, clenching and unclenching into fists as if he was struggling to regain control. "I am going to shred those lacy things the moment we're done."
A shiver went down my spine at his words. I needed him now, needed to feel my body on his…
“Ah, ah,” He crooned, walking toward me and placing a finger enticingly on my chin. “Not until later. Besides… maybe we’ll give Keir a show.”
My nostrils flared and I almost pounced on Rhys, inviting a chuckle out of him. He was teasing me, making me go mad… I couldn’t stand it.
“We best be going. I’ll make it up to you,” Rhys promised, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek. I huffed, and we winnowed to the Court of Nightmares.
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We made our way up to the throne, heads turning as Rhys and I walked. I could feel everyone staring at me, eyes trailing up and down my body. I loved every second of it.
Rhys sat on his throne and patted his lap, signaling for me to sit down. I obliged, and Keir walked up to us, scowling at me in the process. I ignored him, looking at my dark-as-midnight nails. Keir wouldn’t dare say anything to me now.
Tantalizingly, before even speaking to Keir, Rhys began to draw circles on my upper thigh. I was instantly molten, and I felt him chuckle beneath me. Not yet, he murmured into my mind.
At the same time, his booming voice said to Keir, “Have you any news worth my time?”
Keir looked at the High Lord with disgust, his eyes following down to where Rhys’ fingers were, completely exposing me. I didn’t care – this was all part of the fun. “No,” he said, voice tense.
“Ah, then there’s no use for you then,” Rhys said, dismissing Keir. But Keir didn’t turn away.
Rhys’ fingers continued to trail up, and my body writhed into his touch. It took everything in me not to lose control. Ravenous. That's how I felt as his fingers slowly, finally, made their way over my panties. I tensed, the heat pooling at my center begging for more -- for his wicked hands to find exactly where I wanted them most. Keir, still not dismissed, watched over us in disgust. I could almost hear his thoughts.
Whore. Whore. Whore.
But he wouldn't dare call me that. Not after the first time, when Rhys had wrecked his arms so thoroughly they didn't heal completely.
Rhysand growled at Keir when he saw the way he watched us-- watched me. The way he stared at my pointed breasts, my thighs, the wetness pooling on the skimpy fabric that covered nothing. Keir's eyes were filled with lust as he continued scowling, though his eyes didn't look away when Rhys' fingers trailed up, up…
And plunged right inside of me.
I moaned loud enough for heads to turn, my hand grasping Rhys' thigh as my back arched and I searched for more, more of the pleasure that built inside of me as Rhys' fingers moved at an achingly slow pace. He purred in my ear, “Look at you, being such a good girl for me.” Fuck. I needed him in me, needed him to shred my clothing and take me on the spot-
Rhys chuckled and thrust his fingers harder, faster inside me. Ah-ah, he crooned in my head. I whimpered, shifting in his lap, and his other hand wrapped around my waist to hold me down firmly.
Bravely, Keir spat, “You’re disgusting.” Yet his eyes never left me.
Rhys only thrust his fingers harder into me, and he chuckled darkly. “Is that why you’re so hard right now?”
My breath hitched, and I dared myself to look. Sure enough, Keir was rock-hard, his pants concealing nothing. He looked as if he were holding something back, and he flushed a deep red. Suddenly, I had an idea. Shall we play a game? I spoke into Rhys’ mind. I felt him get even harder under me, I didn’t know how it was it was even possible, and I knew what his answer was.
Oh yes, Rhys said, and he smiled devilishly. He cleared his throat and said to Keir, “Pleasure yourself.”
My eyes widened and a moan escaped me, not at the thought of Keir pleasuring himself but because Rhys’ fingers sped up irresistibly faster. I was shocked, and slightly embarrassed, at Rhys’ orders. Keir looked at him in shock, but he stood still. He didn’t leave or have a nasty remark. He just stood there, staring at us, at me. As if in denial about what Rhys had said.
Keir stuttered, and Rhys laughed darkly. “You heard me. Pleasure yourself. You do want to see Feyre darling cum, don’t you?”
To my embarrassment, Keir moaned. Rhys was pissing me off. He had me on display in front of everyone, and now he wanted me to see Keir’s dick? Sure, the whole ordeal was turning me on – unbearably so – but I did not want to see Keir pleasuring himself. So, I did the next best thing. Something I knew would drive Rhys to the edge.
At a particularly hard thrust, as Keir was unbuckling his pants, afraid of what the High Lord would do if he didn’t obey, I moaned, “Oh, Keir.”
Rhys’ fingers stuttered for a moment. He growled loudly and wrapped his free hand around my throat, pulling my neck back. His fingers left me for a moment as he pushed my legs open all the way, and he plunged them back in at a mind-blowing pace. I continued to moan, but I knew my job was done. Keir was pleasuring himself in front of me, and our moans grew equally loud. I grew even wetter, Rhys’ fingers almost slipping out of me as he drove me closer, closer, closer to that edge.
“You can’t cum until Feyre does,” Rhys growled. I could tell me moaning Keir’s name embarrassed him, it caught him off guard, just as I’d planned. It was all part of my fun… I knew I’d be punished for it later, and I moaned wantonly at the thought. You do not cum until I say so, Rhys said into my mind, and I nodded. I was so close to that edge, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the sides of the chair.
Keir was slowly losing control, and I watched him. The sight of him disgusted me, but the images Rhys was putting into my head all but made up for it. Rhys, I said into his mind, please.
Beg me.
My eyes widened again and I whined, shifting uncomfortably in his lap. My legs began to shake, and I knew I could only hold back for a little longer. Rhys added pressure to my clit then, and I nearly screamed at the pleasure, and he cast a particularly dirty image into my head. “Please,” I said out loud, hoping my doing it in public would speed it up. I couldn’t hold on, couldn’t do it… “Rhys, please can I cum?”
Rhys chuckled and looked to Keir, who seemed to be struggling worse than I was. He was panting, his movements growing frantic. Sweat sheened on his forehead, and he fell to his knees in front of us, moaning uncomfortably. “What do you think Keir, should I let Feyre darling cum?”
“Yes!” Keir near shouted, and Rhys finally allowed me to. I screamed in pleasure as my orgasm wrecked me thoroughly, lasting longer than any previous ones. I didn’t care that the whole Court of Nightmares was watching me, what I needed was-
“Let’s go,” Rhys whispered into my ear and winnowed us away. I didn’t get to see Keir finish.
I felt my body get thrown onto a bed and my clothing vanished. I looked behind me and Rhys was already naked, stalking up to me. He looked furious. He slapped my ass, bringing tears to my eyes, and instantly thrust himself into me, moaning loudly. “How fucking dare you,” He spat, fucking into me roughly as I moaned loud enough for anyone in the surrounding rooms to hear. He slapped my ass again and began to thrust even harder.
“Please,” I begged, my hands squeezing onto the bed as he fucked me from behind.
“How fucking dare you,” Rhys repeated, his fingernails digging into my hips. I moaned loudly at the sting. “Saying another man’s name like that, embarrassing me in front of my whole court. Acting like… like a…” Rhys hesitated for a moment, unable to finish his sentence. I knew what he was going to say, so I nodded inconspicuously, giving him my permission. He grabbed my hair tightly and yanked it back, bringing my ear to his mouth. “Like a whore.”
I moaned at his dirty words and came on the spot. I didn’t realize how much I liked being called that. Rhys laughed and whispered in my ear, “You like that, huh? Being such a good whore for me. Take it.”
I continued to scream into the pillow and came for a third time not too long after, Rhys following suit.
Afterward, I lay in his arms as he held me close, stroking my hair. “Was that okay?” He whispered, checking in on me. I nodded enthusiastically.
“More than okay. I deserved it,” I said, my core still throbbing from our earlier actions. Rhys raised an eyebrow at that.
“That you did, Feyre darling. That you did.”