His breath was barely controlled and shuddered on the exhale as she played. Rhys could feel how hard he swallowed, how he instinctively bared his throat more, purring at her nips and nuzzles. A low, rough laugh came from him. "Oh, you wicked little thing. Holding me in thrall and torturing me like this while you have me so thoroughly trapped?"

It was true. Everyone believed that Alphas were the superiors but in this moment, Feyre had him by the balls, almost literally! And very literally by the knot. Highly aggressive and stupid Alphas forgot that part of an Omega power.

Rhys let her play and encouraged it, with every presented option, he gave an equal opinion-the farther away from that one marking gland had him lamenting that of course his skills hadn't been good enough (this time) to convince her while when she teased closer, he had lost his wits and resorted to leaning in slightly with that soft, breathless plea.