“Goodnight, High Lord.” Feyre went and found an empty room but even the empty rooms held Rhysand’s scent, his scent and others, but his scent stood out the most. She needed to get away from him before she did something stupid. Like jumping him. She needed to get back on her suppressors.

Not knowing where her clothes ended up, Feyre slept naked. Well if you call tossing and turning all night as her core ache to be filled by the strong Alpha that was just a few doors down sleeping, then Feyre slept. It was a horrible sleep and by the morning she was exhausted. But she didn’t get out of bed.

She waited to hear Rhysand head down stairs first before she got up. She showered and washed in the adjoining bathroom, feeling more human after a long hot shower, but the clothes were her next issue. She didn’t want to put on the dress and she still had no idea where her other clothes had gone.

So she snuck out and with her inner omega urging her on, Feyre snuck into Rhysand’s room. It was a good and bad idea because as soon as she entered, she was aroused. Her folds were slick and she found herself distracted from her original goal.

It took her longer than she would have liked but she found a shirt that would be long enough and put it on. Aroused and dressed only in his shirt, Feyre headed downstairs. She saw the suppressors and was tempted but her inner Omega roared not to take them.

Fuck.

“Please tell me there is coffee.”