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The weather was perfect today - the waves were gentle, the sun was shining, and you felt a sense of peace washing over you as you played in the surf near the shore. The water felt divine against your fur, and when you broke through the surface of the water the air kissed your cheeks with a cool breeze.

Days like this were your favorite. Your fellow selkies were further into the water, leaving you with a few peaceful minutes to play and swim on your own, and with the perfect weather, you felt calmer than you had in recent memory. You broke through the surface and turned onto your back, floating on the gentle waves.

You floated for a while, soaking in the sun’s rays until you were a commotion to your right. Your eyes drifted over to see what was happening, landing on a woman that looked panicked. She ran into the water, chasing after a small, floating something that was growing ever closer to you. You scanned the shoreline, looking for any potential threats, but found none.

The water parted easily for you as you made your way to the floating object, the woman still only a little ways into the water. The crying reached you just as you came upon the object, the sound of the sea having drowned it out before.

When you looked at the bundle, your heart leapt into your throat at the sight of a baby, just barely managing to keep afloat in the inflated circle it was placed upon. Immediately, you went underneath it and flipped onto your back, allowing the child to float on your stomach as you carefully brought it back to shore. The crying stopped as soon as you were carrying the child, and you peeked up at its rosy cheeks, and you let out a soft honk, finding the babe too cute to not react to. With those chubby cheeks, pitch black hair, and violet eyes, the baby was perhaps the cutest thing you had ever seen, only rivaled by the young of your own kind.

You floated towards the shore, meeting the woman who was now waist deep in the water.

“Oh thank the gods!” she exclaimed as she scooped the baby into her arms, looking down at you, gratitude shining in her blue-grey eyes. “Thank you, thank you,” she cried, tears streaming down her beautiful face.

You made the split second decision to shed your coat, standing before her on two legs. “You’re welcome,” you said softly, your voice cracking from disuse.

While her eyes were wide, the woman didn’t back away from you. Instead, she moved closer, placing a hand on the skin of your arm that wasn’t covered by your coat. “How can I repay you?”

You shook your head. “There is no need. I’m happy to have saved your little one.”

“Feyre!” a man shouted in the distance, his form approaching you at a rapid pace. You clutched your coat tighter to yourself, unease settling in your gut. “Feyre, why did you leave without-” his words were cut short when he saw you, eyes that matched the baby roving over you curiously.

“Rhys, this woman just saved our Nyxie,” Feyre said, passing the delicate bundle in her arms to the man. “I swear, I looked away for one second and then he was floating out-”

“He’s okay, Feyre, he’s okay,” Rhys soothed, a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was then that you looked, truly looked, at their faces, and you realized that they were the most beautiful couple you’d ever seen. It was no wonder that their child was so adorable. “Is there anything we can do for you?”

You shook your head once more. “I have everything that I need.” Want, though, that was a different story as you stared at the trio, a pang of longing going through you.

“Please, let us do something. Would you like to come for our house for a meal?” Feyre offered.

More time with them- “Yes, that would be lovely,” you said quickly, more than ready to get to know the couple better.

“Wonderful! Our home is only a short walk from here,” Feyre said with a dazzling smile. “And I believe that Nyx has had enough of an adventure for the day, if you’d like to go now.”

You glanced back to the water, spotting a few of your kind poking their head out of the water to watch your interaction with the humans. You gave them a short nod, a promise to return before nightfall. “That would be fine.”

The walk to their home was short, though on your shaking legs, it felt far longer than it truly was. It was one of the cottages you had spied from the waves, decorated cozily. You felt comfortable stepping into the building, though your coat was still wrapped close to your body.

Rhys set to making a meal while you and Feyre sat on the couch, your attentions focused on Nyx. He was such a cute baby, only a few months old. His cheeks were chubby, as well as his arms and hands. Hands that were constantly grabbing at your coat, a bright look in his eyes as he played with it.

You were so wrapped up in the three of them that you hardly noticed as night fell, too entranced to bother paying attention to the time. But once you did notice, your thoughts finally drifted back to your pack, who were likely waiting for you, fear building with each minute that you didn’t return.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, giving Nyx one last pat on the head. “I need to get back, but…” You bit your lip, unsure if you should say your next words but saying them anyways, “I would like to see you again.”

Both of them smiled wide. “We’d like that too, darling,” Rhys said, a comforting hand landing on your shoulder, the warmth of him seeping through your coat.

“How will we find you?” Feyre asked, the slightest hint of worry in her eyes.

“I’ll come to you. If that’s okay, of course.”

“That’s perfect. Come any time, love,” Feyre said, stepping forward to press her lips to your cheek. Your face was flushed as she pulled away, heart thundering in your chest.

You left then, not wanting to accidentally move to far with them before the time was right, when you knew that they want you in the same way that you want them. The entire walk back to the shore your cheeks stayed warm, and just the thought of her lips against your skin sent them flaming once more.

Soon. You would return to them soon.

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“I think I’m going to pass for tonight. I’m not feeling well,” you said, feeling bad about the almost-lie as you saw your brother’s face fall.

“Do you need to me to stay here and take care of you?” Cassian asked, worry spilling into his eyes.

“No, it’s just a headache, Cassie. I think I just need to lay down for a bit.”

He gave you a once-over, looking carefully to make sure you weren’t hurt in some other way that you weren’t saying. “Alright… If you need anything, just let me know. Okay?”

“I will.”

“I’ll see you later, munchkin,” Cassian said, giving you a brief squeeze before finally leaving your bedroom doorway. You shut the door, letting out a sigh of relief. You began stripping out of your clothes, then walked to your wardrobe. You flicked through your nightgowns, trying to pick out the one that would appeal to him the most.

You landed on one made of violet silk that just barely covered the swell of your ass, a number that had driven your secret lover wild in the past. While you did have a slight headache, you really wanted to stay home in the hopes that Rhys would seek you out before your brother returned home.

An hour passed after the house had quieted before a knock sounded on your door, sending a flutter of excitement through you. You could scent Rhys through the door already, feel his magic playing on the edge of your mind. “Come in.”

Rhys’s eyes went wide for a second at the sight of you sprawled on your bed with most of your skin exposed, then narrowed as he stalked towards your bed. “I heard you had a headache, darling. I thought I might be able to lend a hand,” he purred, already kneeling on the bed and prying your legs apart.

“That’s just what I was hoping for,” you giggled. You let out a soft gasp when Rhys lowered himself between your thighs, his tongue licking a broad stripe over your sex before his tongue dove between your folds, lapping at your arousal. He wasted no time in pressing a finger into you, quickly followed by another as his tongue moved upwards, licking at the sensitive bud there.

His violet eyes watched your face, drinking in the sight of your pleasure. He worked you perfectly, already knowing the spots that drove you insane and had you begging for him. Your hand worked its way into his hair, keeping him close. The stars in Rhys’s eyes shown brighter when you tipped over the edge, male satisfaction dancing in them.

Rhys pulled his fingers from you and you whined at the sudden emptiness, only to sigh happily when he moved up your body and dragged the tip of his cock through your folds. He was smirking when he pressed into you, the stretch of him taking your breath away and had your hands grasping against his pack. “My perfect girl,” Rhys sighed, peppering your face with kisses when he was fully seated inside of you. You smiled up at him, your cheeks flushing at his words. He let you adjust before he started a slow, steady pace. It wasn’t long before you were angling your hips, asking for more. Rhys’s pace picked up, each thrust drawing a moan from one of you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. His lips met yours, so tender and sweet. You shattered beneath him again, pulling him with you, the two of you panting and shaking with pleasure.

“I love you,” you whispered into his neck, savoring the weight of him over you.

“I love you too.” Rhys’s voice was soft, the voice that he reserved for only you. He finally pulled out of you and rolled to the side, facing you. “I’ll stay the night, make sure you don’t have anymore headaches,” Rhys teased, one of his arms wrapping over you. “If it’s alright with you, of course.”

“You know I’d like nothing more than that,” you said quietly, a yawn escaping you.

“I’m glad to hear it, darling.”

It only took you a few minutes to fall asleep, feeling safer than ever wrapped in your High Lord’s arms.

You awoke to the sounds of fighting.

The calm of sleep was sucked from you immediately as you sat up in bed, your sheets clutched to your bare chest. You looked to the source of the noise, shocked to see that Cassian had Rhys pinned to the floor, his fists making contact with the face beneath him. Rhys was already bloodied, and you knew that it would take only a thought for him to force Cassian off of him, yet he still took the beating.

“My sister?!” Cassian roared, landing another hit on Rhys’s cheek. “Of all the females in the world, you choose my sister?!”

“Cass, stop!” you yelled, wrapping the sheets around yourself as best you could and shimmying to the side of the bed they were by. Cassian paused, the hazel eyes you shared turning to look at you. “Let him go. He didn’t do anything wrong,” you begged.

“I disagree with that,” he growled. “Sleeping with my sister when he promised not to is wrong in my eyes.”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “I am my own person, Cassian,” you started in an annoyed tone. “And as such I decide who gets to sleep with me, not you. Now let Rhys go!”

Cassian’s gaze darted between you and the male beneath him before he finally stood, then walked out of the room without another word.

“Are you okay?” You were at Rhys’s side in an instant, looking over the already fading bruising on his face and wiping away the blood that had trickled from his nose.

“Just fine, darling. A thousand more beatings like that, and I would still come back to you,” Rhys said with a grin, then claimed your lips in a heated kiss. “Cassian will calm down eventually, though I will miss the thrill of sneaking around with you.”

Your smiled wide at him. “I think I’ll be happier getting to kiss you whenever I want, regardless of the company we’re in.”

“Good. Now, we still have a bit of time before breakfast, and you’re already naked…” Rhys said with a predatory glint in his eyes.

You didn’t fight one bit as he pushed you back onto the bed, ready for the pleasure that he could give you.