There was a gasp when Rhysand responded to her bite. Hearing and feeling him react to her made her feel powerful. She rocked with him, needing him more than she needed to breathe.

She sucked on the bite marks, mouthing the bruised skin. She wanted Rhysand. Feyre had wanted the Alpha Fae since the car and she knew she shouldn’t. She had denied herself until now. She could make him hers, if what he told her was right.

“You want this Rhysand?” Feyre bit down again but once more didn’t break the skin.