Rhys' expression went from mildly confused to suspicious. She was barely wearing anything in front of him and he was barely more than a stranger! The way she sauntered right over to him and reached across for the coffee-- He inhaled, eyes almost rolling in the back of his head.
Shit, shit shit shit shit!
"They have," he said as mildly as he could, adding spoonfuls of sugar in until she said stop. His mind was reeling, though. He's handled Omegas in heat before, mostly while rescuing from unsavory situations and placing them into an Omega center as quickly as he could. It has been alluring all those other times, but this time? Oh, he didn't want to take her anywhere except to his bed. SHIT!. "Though I would imagine it might be a little out of character for you to meet them in this state. And I have two."
Rhysand dumped his own coffee down the drain and reheated water again for the tea concoction that was in the cupboard, trying to work as quickly as he could without leaving her side for too long. This was bad. He couldn't have three Alphas in here right now! If he didn't rip their throats out as soon as they walked in, there was going to be a huge fight over Feyre.
No, he couldn't risk it. The meeting would have to wait. Summoning his phone to his hand, he made certain he was as close to her as possible without touching her. That in of itself was torture as he tried to send a mass text to his people. Meeting postponed for the next three days at least. Don't bother coming to the townhouse and that meant Mor, too.
Just as he hit send, the door opened. Well, fuck, this was the first time they decided to be early. He heard their voices, full of curiosity. Of COURSE they would want to be here early today! Cassian came in first, already joking with Az about something. In a silent snarl, Rhys took Feyre by the shoulders and gently moved her behind him as the door to the kitchen area opened.
"Hey, that smells--"
"GET. OUT."
Frozen in place, the first Illyrian stared wide eyed at his High Lord, mouth agape. Azriel looked over his shoulder, caught sight of the woman in just Rhysand's shirt and nothing else, his eyes going wide. Amren, behind them, was cranking about how they were idiots to stand in the doorway and they needed to keep moving. Azriel grabbed Cassian's shoulder just as their cell's dinged at the same time and started tugging him back. "Meeting's canceled, Amren. We have to go."
"What? Why?" The fae looked around the two giantous men and peered right at Rhysand's face, then noted Feyre. She cackled, pointing at the High Lord. "Oh, you are fucked, boy!"
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Shit, shit shit shit shit!
"They have," he said as mildly as he could, adding spoonfuls of sugar in until she said stop. His mind was reeling, though. He's handled Omegas in heat before, mostly while rescuing from unsavory situations and placing them into an Omega center as quickly as he could. It has been alluring all those other times, but this time? Oh, he didn't want to take her anywhere except to his bed. SHIT!. "Though I would imagine it might be a little out of character for you to meet them in this state. And I have two."
Rhysand dumped his own coffee down the drain and reheated water again for the tea concoction that was in the cupboard, trying to work as quickly as he could without leaving her side for too long. This was bad. He couldn't have three Alphas in here right now! If he didn't rip their throats out as soon as they walked in, there was going to be a huge fight over Feyre.
No, he couldn't risk it. The meeting would have to wait. Summoning his phone to his hand, he made certain he was as close to her as possible without touching her. That in of itself was torture as he tried to send a mass text to his people. Meeting postponed for the next three days at least. Don't bother coming to the townhouse and that meant Mor, too.
Just as he hit send, the door opened. Well, fuck, this was the first time they decided to be early. He heard their voices, full of curiosity. Of COURSE they would want to be here early today! Cassian came in first, already joking with Az about something. In a silent snarl, Rhys took Feyre by the shoulders and gently moved her behind him as the door to the kitchen area opened.
"Hey, that smells--"
"GET. OUT."
Frozen in place, the first Illyrian stared wide eyed at his High Lord, mouth agape. Azriel looked over his shoulder, caught sight of the woman in just Rhysand's shirt and nothing else, his eyes going wide. Amren, behind them, was cranking about how they were idiots to stand in the doorway and they needed to keep moving. Azriel grabbed Cassian's shoulder just as their cell's dinged at the same time and started tugging him back. "Meeting's canceled, Amren. We have to go."
"What? Why?" The fae looked around the two giantous men and peered right at Rhysand's face, then noted Feyre. She cackled, pointing at the High Lord. "Oh, you are fucked, boy!"