Feyre’s cheeks flushed not only because of the mind blowing sex that they just had but also at Rhysand’s words. Somewhere in her pleasure addled mind, Feyre was pretty sure he was only saying those words because she was an Omega in heat. That and he was Rhysand. He liked to flirt.

But she was so high on pleasure, filled so much that she felt like she was going to burst. The young human whined when Rhysand rolled his hips, pushing even more into her, and a hand grabbed his hip.

“I can’t take anymore… please.” Her inner omega was sedated for a moment, pleased that she was knotted with a strong male’s seed inside of her. But Feyre knew another wave of the heat would soon be on her. If not sooner because of how eager Rhysand was. “You have to stay still. I’ll bite you if you stay still.”