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The cold air clung to us as we entered the cabin, snow falling from our training leathers. A rare day off for Rhys and I, one we chose to spend training together like old times before coming up here for some quiet.
“How you’ll ever get used to flying in that cold, I’ll never understand.” I said, gesturing to Rhysands open wings, freezing water dripping from the membrane.
He gave me a sly grin, reaching out to wipe some snow from my shoulder. “The wings get numb which is why it’s key to warm them up quickly.”
His suggestive tone heated my core and I looked to the now roaring fireplace, the living room beyond bedecked in furs. “Well this seems as good a place as any.”
As I went to unbuckle my leathers he stopped me with a broad hand. “Actually…" His eyes sparkled with mischeif. "This is technically against the rules we established as boys, but I have a better idea.”
I quirked an incredulous brow before Rhys grabed my hand and guided me out the back of the cabin and towards, “The birchin?” I asked.
The shit eating grin he plastered on his devastatingly perfect face had a thrill shooting down my spine as he opened the wooden door. I instantly hummed at the delicious heat, taking in the space through the thick steam. Warm wood lined the entire room, three large benches against the walls as well as a small box in the corner emitting buckets of steam.
Rhysands deep, sensual voice sent shivers down my spine as he spoke from behind me. “Cassian, Azriel and I agreed that as boys we would not bring any lovers or conquests to this birchin. No sexual desires were to be fulfilled under this roof, it was off limits. Only to be used as a getaway from everyone and everything.”
Without turning around I swallowed, listening to the efficient sounds of him unbuckling his own dripping leathers, the wet sound of them hitting the floor nearly distracting me.
“So…why bring me here?”
I stiffened, a tingling emitting from my core as his looming presence crowded my backside. “Because you are no conquest or mere fleeting lover.” He kissed my bare neck and I shivered at the timber in his voice. “You are my queen. What’s mine is yours forever.”
Without another word he rounded me, the glorious naked backside of his drying my mouth as he walked to the opposite bench and sat before me. His dark eyes watched me predatorily as he reclined, enormous muscles and pristine golden tattooed skin on full display along with his large erection, bobbing against his stomach. I swallowed at the sight, never quite understanding how he was able to fit inside me.
Meeting his gaze I held my chin high and began tauntingly unclasping my leathers from the neck down, slowly peeling the wet material from my skin. He watched as I freed my breasts, nipples peaked and rosy from the cold. His pupils dilated and his jaw muscles flexed. Gods, I loved watching his body react to mine. Like a moth to a flame he truly was wrapped around my finger.
“Yes I am wrapped around your finger darling, but if you don’t undress quickly I will take matters into my own hands.” his tone was threatening and I whimpered slightly in response, ignoring that my shields were down.
Attempting to look as seductive as possible I wiggled my hips, breasts swaying as I shimmied out of the pants and stood bare before him in nothing but the tiny black thong I wore. Eyes never leaving his, I walked to him, standing between his spread legs. I ran my fingers experimentally over his chest, marveling at the muscle flexing under my touch.
Before he could reach out to grab me I rounded his body, straddling him from behind. He looked quizzically at me over his shoulder before I grabbed his large shoulders and began kneading the muscles there. He groaned, the sounds going directly to my core as I massaged his back.
“You must be sore after all that flying in the cold.” I murmured, my fingers singing at the rock like muscles of his back.
His head tipped back in pleasure, his large hands reaching around to encompass my thighs on either side of him, his fingers caressing the skin there in gratitude.
“Feyre..” he groaned.
I smiled in satisfaction, kneading a particularly tough knot in his shoulder when he barked from between his teeth. “Feyre.”
I leaned in close until my lips traced the shell of his ear, my hands sliding down slick skin to graze the hard planes of his chest. “Yes, Rhys?”
I asked innocently. His breath was a pant now. “Come here. Now.”
I stood on trembling legs, rounding his body before his large hands shot out to encompassed my narrow waist. I yelped as he ripped my thong off in one go, hoisted me atop him and laid down on the bench. I braced myself on his chest, nails digging into his chest to center myself.
We were both panting, aroused and electrified with the sexual tension in the thick, hot air. He smiled up at me once before yanking me up his body, poisoning my pussy over his face.
“Rhys!” I squealed in shock. We’d certainly never done this before. “What’re you-Ah!”
I gasped as his tongue licked a long stipe right up my slit, flicking my clit before diving into my core. I moaned, reaching down to grip his hair, slightly grinding on his face. His large hands moved me back and forth, coaxing me to ride him and pulling me down harder against him.
“Rhys I’m going to suffocate you-”
“ Good.” He growled into my mind as my thighs encompassed him, thoroughly cutting himself off from the air as he proceeded to eat my pussy like a starved man.
I was so aroused. We’d spent the entire day flirting, sharing little touches and glances here and there. He flew with me in his arms, rewarding me with a kiss whenever I mastered a new technique using my magic. It was our dance and now that he was beneath me, lapping at my cunt I was already nearing that edge, my climax crashing into me and barrelling down my body like a title wave.
“Ah! Ohmygods- Rhys-” I shivered and bucked against him, my body twitching as I rode out the aftermath of my climax.
I attempted to pull away from him, desperate for reprieve and to give him air. He held firm, continuing to eat me out.
“Stop! It’s t-too much I can’t-”
“ Take it and be a good girl.” He comanded into my mind right as his tongue speared me, fucking into me with precision.
“Ngggahh ohhh fuck me-” I gasped, tipping my head back as his growled vibrated aginst my oversensitive pussy.
“ That’s it, love. Ride my face, take what you need.”
His hand moved from my hip to cup my breast, rolling a nipple in his fingers and causing me to gasp. I ground against him hard, sending his tongue deeper and grinding his nose into my clit, my fingers yanking at his scalp.
“Uhh, yeahrightthere, oh fuck-”
His fingers tightened as a second climax neared, the pleasure so bliniding I screamed as I came, whimpering and begging him for more, more, more. I twitched violently, aftershocks coursing through me as he lifted me from him. I whimpered when I saw his face glistening with my arousal, violet eyes dark and lust filled.
He settled me in his lap and I watched him lick his lips clean before he cupped the back of my neck, angling my face to his. “Get used to that, because I am thoroughly addicted.”
I wasted no time in crashing my lips against his, the tangy taste of my arousal on his lips as his tongue licked my teeth. I hummed against his him as his warm hands roamed my curves, squeezing and explorative. My own hand traveled down between us and I wrapped my fingers around his cock, unable to grab the entire thing. He bucked onto my grip, our sweaty bodies grinding against each other in the steam.
Suddenly Rhys was maneuvering me onto my back on the bench, and lifting my legs over his shoulders until I was bent in half, bared before him.
“I didn’t know I was that flexible.” I murmured, gaping at the new angle.
“The steam helps.” He winked before fisting his cock and sliding it sensually against my slit, coating the enormous length of him in my arousal.
I nearly drooled at the sight, whimpering at his cockhead nudged my clit, marveling at the bulging veins and hardness of him. I was shaking, my cum dripping down the bench and coating my thighs.
Rhys’s eyes were glued to my pussy, his tattooed chest heaving with his breaths. “So beautiful,” he said, gliding his thumb along the folds of my core, voice hoarse. “You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”
I lifted onto my elbows, my face flushing. Before I could question his choice of compliment, he went on, his fingers moving to troke my thighs, rubbing them lovingly.
“I could die between these thighs or buried in your body and I’d be grateful.” He kissed my knees, the closest part of me he could reach.
His words mixed with the utter beauty of him before me had me nearly begging him. I placed my hand over one of his, drawing his eyes at last to meet mine.
“I need you.” I said quietly.
He snapped out of his daze, leaning over my folded body and pressing his cock past the folds of my slick pussy. Despite how many times we’d had sex or how aroused I was he still stretched me deliciously. I groaned as I watched his cock penetrate me, splitting me open inch by inch.
“Fuck Feyre,” He moaned. “Look at how well you take me. How much your pussy loves being fucked by me, its just soaking my cock.”
I mewled, the sound so animalistic I might've been embarrassed had I not been so thoroughly gone. His finger traced where I was stretched around him before he dipped that finger down to my other entrance. My eyes widened and he smiled devilishly at me.
“One of these days I’ll take you here too.” he said, circling that tight spot.
I gasped as he thrust further into my pussy. “People do that? Rhys you’d tear me in half.”
He bent down to kiss me, at last sinking into the hilt as we both sighed at the sensation of being fully joined. “Trust me darling. By the time you’re ready, youll be begging me to fuck that tight little ass of yours.”
Before I could respond he began pounding into me mercilessly, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the birchin in a lewd crachendo. I gripped onto his back, barley fitting my arms around the size of his torso as he drove into me, his mouth nipping at my breasts and neck. He never seemed to mind and in fact enjoyed when I scrathed up his back, leaving red nails marks that screamed of possesiveness.
“Cauldron, I've missed you. Missed this,” he emphasized with his hips drawing a groan from my throat.
In truth this was rare for us. Ever since the war we’d been swamped day in and day out, hardly any time to sleep or fuck, much less both. And if we did enjoy each other it was quick and half clothed, not usually sensual and slow like we wanted.
“I missed you too,” I breathed. “I missed having you inside me, ah!”
Rhys flipped me over onto my hands and knees, lifting my ass into the air before plunging back into me. I cried out at the tight fit, as he grabbed my waist and hoisted me onto his lap, one of his hands pawing my tits and the other circling my clit roughly.
“Say it again.” he growled into my ear, his voice hardly recognizable.
My back arched at his command, forcing him impossibly deeper inside me. “AH! Oh gods,” I panted. “I missed you so much-” I gasped out.
He chuckled deeply, licking a tear that escaped my eye in pleasure. His hand tightened on my neck and his lips brushed the shell of my ear.
“ Mine.”
I came with a hoarse cry, shaking violently as a tsunami of pleasure barreled down my spine, curling my toes as I shouted incoherent profanities.
“That’s it baby, ride my cock, come all over me with that sweet pussy.”
His words spurred me on, my pussy clenching him tightly as my muscles spasmed around his throbbing member. Minutes passed and we stilled, Rhys allowing me a moment to collect myself.
He placed a loving kiss on my brow, his other hand still massaging my breast while the other stroked my flat stomach. “You did so good for me mate.”
I smiled at him, sweat dripping down both of our hot bodies making each touch electric as our skin slid across wet skin. I opened my mouth to speak when a sound emitted from the door and we both snapped our heads to the wooden entrance now wide open, snow drifting into the steam filled birchin.
Cassian stood there, Azriel behind him. The shadowsinger was gone in an instant while Cassian gaped in shock, his large frame frozen in place.
Rhysand crowded over me instantly, throwing his muscled body before me and shoving me behind his back. The snarl that dripped from his throat was nothing short of animalistic and it even caused me to flinch as I crowded behind him, wrapping an arm around my chest.
“Get the fuck out!” He shouted to his brother who blinked rapidly.
“Shit! Sorry-” Cass turned to leave, a red siphon clad hand lifted in apology and to cover his eyes before he snapped his head back to Rhys.
“Wait- what the fuck? We said no sex in the birchin! It’s been five hundred years Rhys-”
Cassian's whining was promptly cut off by my waterwolf emitting from the billowing steam and chasing him out with a yelp, the sound of wet teeth gnashing as it attempted to bite Cassian in the ass. Rhys’s magic slammed the door close before I was bursting out into laughter.
My still glaring mate turned to me, a shocked expression on his face. “My brothers seeing my mate naked is not funny, Feyre darling.”
I wrapped my arms around him from behind, still grinning like an idiot. “Perhaps not, but I’ve always wanted an excuse to chase Cassian with one of my wolves.”
Rhys crooked a grin. “He’ll never live that down.”
With a deep sigh Rhys stood, holding out a hand. “Come, let's dress and head inside.”
I stood with a sheepish look. “You didn’t…I mean you didn’t finish.”
He shrugged. “Not important.”
He bent down and kissed me, his still hard cock pressed between us. I pushed my hands against his chest and guiding him back to the bench. “Feyre, Cassian and Azriel are-”
“Shhhh.” I said, “Don’t think about them.”
I knelt before him, grabbing his cock and pumping it in both fists. He groaned heavily, his head thumping back against the wall in defeat. I wasted no time in sucking and licking his cock as much as I could, marveling at how velvet soft he was in my mouth. I let go of him with a wet pop, saliva connecting from him to my mouth.
“Feyre-”
“You had your fun. This is my turn.” I said.
He cocked a grin and I rolled my eyes before I spit onto my breasts, coating them and his cock in wetness.
“Fey…”he trailed off, eyes glazing as he took in my idea.
I pressed my wet tits together and looked up at him expectantly. He was panting, his cock leaking precum as he guided it between my breasts and groaned at the sensation.
“Oh shit…Feyre, Feyre, Feyre,”
His favorite thing to say during sex was my name, and it certainly filled me with confidence. I smiled, reaching my tongue out to lick the tip of him as he speared my tits.
“You’re so pretty like this baby,” he gasped, sweat dripping off his chiseled chest. I wanted to lick his abs, to claw worship him as he did me.
“So beautiful with my cock between your perfect tits.”
I bat my lashes at him sensually, the sight of him coming undone, sent a wave of excitement through me.
“Touch yourself Feyre. I need to come when you do.”
He replaced my hands on my breasts with his own, squeezing them so he could fuck them. My breasts weren’t small by any means but they were dwarfed by his veined hands. The sight had me moaning as my fingers rubbed my swollen, wet clit and it wasn’t long before we were both coming.
Rhys spasmed, his muscles clenching as ropes of cum splattered onto my pale tits, painting them and part of my face. I came as well, shivering and groaning inconsolably.
My mate watched with a slack jaw as I proceeded to clean his cock with my tongue, licking up his cum and massaging his balls. I even rubbed his cum into my chest, as if applying lotion or a salve.
Rhys whimpered, actually whimpered at the action. I stood, sliding easily into his lap as he yanked me into a passionate and messy kiss, tongues and sighs of pleasure and long sought after relief.
“You are…a goddess.” He said through half lidded eyes, banding his strong arms around me.
I bit my lip with a small smile. “Just trying to please my high lord. If I’m the exception to the birchin rule, I have to make it count.”
Before he could speak, a loud voice called out from the cabin. “If you two are done fucking, we’d really apreicate it.”
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My laugh was gobbled up by the sound of Rhys’s growl. I rolled my eyes. “Territorial males.”
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