neverbendtheknee: Tyler James (Throne of night)
Rhysand ([personal profile] neverbendtheknee) wrote in [personal profile] mortalsoulimmortalbody 2025-02-27 01:31 am (UTC)

Oh, she was unbelievably tempting. And that was bad. Gloriously bad! His eyes took in the pulse in her throat, the way her eyes unfocused, the way she listed towards him. "Oh, very much so. I am dead serious," he murmured, rooted to the spot, making no move to come closer or to touch her. He knew she wasn't going to go anywhere. He had the supply of drugs, should she choose to take them, the car was also keyed into his finger prints (thank you, Azriel for that tech upgrade) so leaving on wheels wasn't going to happen.

"If you want to take your chances out there, without any knowledge of the streets or the inhabitants...." He let that thought drift off. His people tended to behave but they weren't without their urges. A fresh Omega from the outside was easy pickings and he would rather not have her introduced to the town like that.

When she scurried back out he let her, even making certain he was clear from her path. He had to take a deep breath himself, closing his eyes and willing his Alpha to settle the fuck down and there was no reason why he should be acting like this! He's dealt with so many, ferried them to this sanctuary, why the hell was this one calling to him like this!?

Deciding that he needed to do something, Rhys headed into the kitchen to start in on something for a meal. He had no idea when she last ate and the girl looked like she needed a few pounds of good food in her. Rumaging in the fridge, he took out ingredients and the pans needed for chicken parm and focused on that between texts with is cousin about the new arrival. Of course she was squealing about it.

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