“Hmmm? I’m covered. I’m not showing anything am I?” Feyre turned in a circle, showing herself off. She was in full Omega mode and she was losing control quickly. She had never been around an Alpha this long without suppressors and last night was torture.

It was taking a lot not to jump Rhysand.

She moved over to him and the coffee, standing right beside him. She reached across him to grab a cup and filled it up.

“How many brothers do you have? And they’ve never seen a girl in a shirt before? Sugar please.” She held her cup out.