“I…” There was a soft moan and Feyre’s toes curled as Rhysand kept moving, sliding out of her and rocking back in. It was hard to think, especially when her inner Omega was so strong and wanted the Alpha.

“So I could…” Feyre leaned up and kissed Rhysand’s scent gland, mouthing it as her hand pulled on his hair, forcing his head to the side. “If I bite down right here…” Feyre bit down but she didn’t break the skin, teasing and tormenting them both.