#(untouched)

You rushed out of the party, wiping tears from your eyes as the sounds of music and laughter faded behind you. You felt confident you had played off your emotions until you were out of sight, pretending to laugh along as they did.

But nothing was funny about the situation for you.

You groaned, kicking hard at the ground. You couldn’t tell if you were mad at your friends or at yourself. This whole thing could’ve been avoided if you had just lied. One little fib and no one would’ve ever known your dirty little secret. Your hidden embarrassment.

Your feet took you to the library, a room you found the most comfort in when you were at the House. You resided in the townhome, not having the wings needed to come and go from the House of Wind as you pleased. That was fine and a wonderful place to live, except whenever a large party was thrown. Rhysand preferred to host them here, partly for space, and partly for control. He enjoyed being able to ensure no one could come “crash” his plans, and no one would be able to sneak away either.

Which is super convenient for you, who would love nothing more than to sneak away. Alas, you are otherwise trapped here until one of your friends takes you home. And since you would rather never face them again, the library you stay.

You sigh deeply, throwing yourself down onto a chaise lounge by the fire. You burrowed your face in your hands, willing the memories of the last 15 minutes to melt away. To wake up from this horrible nightmare. You felt fresh tears fill your eyes as you recalled what had just happened.

“Alrigh’, Alrigh’,” Cassian slurred, liquid sloshing out of his glass. “We will do an easy one! No one’ll drink, likely.” You rolled your eyes, giggling along with Mor. You’d been playing a game the Illyrian had made up some time ago. It was simple, really more of a way to get drunk fast. Someone would say whatever act they could think of, and you’d drink if you’ve done it. It often started off with targeting your friends, making jokes of hunts they’ve been on or people they’ve messed around with. Usually they’re all too busy laughing at each other to notice you.

You hadn’t been in the Inner Circle as long as the others, allowing you to hide off to the side when you wished. You adored your friends, of course, but you also enjoyed a quieter life. You hadn’t done half the wild things they had, though no one had really noticed before.

That is, until Cassian came up with his “easy” prompt. A statement designed to allow everyone to take a break from drinking. He cleared his throat, making a big show about it all. “Drink if you’ve never had an orgasm.” He beamed at the groans of your friends, Mor shouting out that he knew none of you would drink.

Until you brought your glass to your lips.

You realized immediately that you should have lied. Your friends went still, their eyes all trained on you in shocked silence. Heat flooded your cheeks, a nervous laugh bubbling out of you. “What?” You asked, looking around at them all.

Well, minus one.

You avoided the violet eyes that belonged to your High Lord. You didn’t want to see the pity or laughter in them. Your heart would never recover.

“You mean to tell me, you’ve never cum?” Mor asks, eyes wide. You shake your head sheepishly at her, an embarrassed smile dancing across your face.

“Well, you’ve been with someone before, right?” Cassian follows up, looking as if you just told him you were part dolphin. You shook your head again, face on fire. This was so much worse than you could’ve imagined.

“Been kissed, even?” Azriel spoke, pity dripping off his words.

You cleared your throat, refocusing your gaze down onto your drink. “No. I’ve done nothing.” You shrug as if it’s no big deal, that it’s completely normal to be a century old and have taken zero lovers.

“Enough. Leave her be. Continue the game, Cass.” Your body flushes even deeper at Rhysands tone. As if this couldn’t be more embarrassing, he’s forcing them to stop asking questions. You quickly down your drink before standing up and announcing that you’ll be right back, just refilling your glass.

Though you leave it on the table as you dash out of the room.

You let the tears fall down your face, small sobs escaping you. You knew your friends didn’t mean anything bad by their questions, and honestly you didn’t mind their curiosity. It was Rhys that had you upset. Not even anything he had done, but the fact that he now knows this about you. You didn’t think he’d ever look at you before, but you knew he certainly wouldn’t now.

The sound of the library doors opening broke you out of your pity party. You stood suddenly, brushing away the tears still on your face. Your heart dropped when you realized the very male you didn’t want to see was standing in the doorway, staring at you. You sighed, waving your hand for him to come in. You turned and faced the fire, still too embarrassed to look at him.

You were shocked when he moved to stand directly behind you. His hands ghosted over your waist, before deciding to rest upon your shoulders. He gave a gentle squeeze, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. “I am sorry,” he murmured, thumbs drawing circles on the base of your neck.

“There is nothing to apologize for,” you said, shaking your head. “It was a silly game. I let it get to me is all.”

Rhys hummed thoughtfully behind you. There was a long moment of silence before he spoke again. “Is it true?”

You froze under his touch. “…Yes,” you responded, voice barely above a whisper. You prepared yourself for his laugh or a cheeky joke, or even for him to simply walk away. What you did not prepare for, however, was his lips meeting your neck.

“I fail to see how that is possible,” he spoke softly against your skin, one hand moving to cup your neck while the other carefully moves down your front. “No one has ever touched you?”

Your heart was racing as he continued to press slow, torturous kisses along your neck, moving to where it connected to your shoulder. His fingers brushed by your breast as they made their way further down, heat sparking through your body. “N-no,” you stuttered out, moaning softly as his teeth grazed your pressure point.

“A shame.” He accompanied his words with a harsh suck, your head falling back onto him as you gasped. “Though it brings me great pleasure to be the first to hear those sounds.” His hand flattened against your stomach, pressing you tight against him. His lips moved to your ear, teeth biting the sensitive skin. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, every moment stretched into infinity.

The only sound was your heavy breathing as he stilled against you, waiting for what you were going to say. You knew you should tell him to stop, that this was too much, that you didn’t even know he ever saw you in this way. You knew, logically, there needed to be several conversations before it ever got to this point. You knew that this was rash, hasty, and likely wrong.

You also knew that you were tired of always playing by the rules.

“Keep going.”

He growled against your ear, a sound that went straight to your core. His fingers started toying with the waistband of your pants, torturing you with their slow movements. “Rhys,” you whined, shifting your hips to try to hurry their journey.

“Impatient,” he murmured, the hand on your neck squeezing pleasurably. “Let me play. I’ve waited far too long for this moment.”

You chose not to dwell on his words, instead focusing on the feeling of his fingertips ghosting over your clit. You rocked back against him at the light sensation, so foreign to your body. You turned your head slightly, desperate to feel his lips on yours. He moved close enough that your breaths mingled, but still refused to fully touch you. You hung in that space of “almost” for what felt like ages, before everything changed forever.

Rhys pressed down hard on your clit at the same moment his lips captured yours. You moaned into the kiss, mind going blank as he began circling you. He sucked your lower lip into his mouth, biting down gently. You opened for him gladly, reveling in the way his tongue stroked against yours.

Fire was already licking up your spine as his fingers worked you. He slipped them down farther, carefully pushing one inside you. You gasped loudly into his mouth, arching off of him at the sensation. He chuckled against you, adding another finger. He curled to two deep inside of you, pulling pathetic cries from your lips. His thumb resumed the slow circling on your clit as his fingers began to thrust in and out, playing your body as if he was made to.

You pulled back from the kiss as your pleasure grew, your head rolling back on his shoulder. He wasted no time in kissing your exposed throat, leaving little bite marks wherever he could. “Rhys,” you moaned, “I-I’m close.” He hummed in acknowledgment, but didn’t stop any of what he was doing to your body. You began to shake in his arms, unsure of how to handle the feelings he was giving you. His fingers pushed deeper inside, hitting a spot that made you shout his name. His thumb sped up ever so slightly, and it was all too much. “Oh, oh!” You cried out, embracing the warmth that was rushing over your body.

“That’s it,” Rhys said against you, “cum for me.” As if waiting for his command, your orgasm washed over you. Your vision went black as the air left your lungs, pleasure overtaking every inch of your being. He prolonged the feeling as much as he could, not stopping until your gasping breaths begged him to.

He held you in that moment, savoring each second of what had just happened. You felt you could live there, in his arms, until the end of time.

But all things must come to an end. He pulled his fingers out of you, your body aching at his absence. He straightened your pants and pressed a final kiss to all the marks along your neck before scooping you into his arms and carrying you over to the lounge chair. He laid down upon it with you, holding you as if you were something precious.

You had a million questions as your mind began to calm, though only one you wished to ask now. “Was it real?” You asked, a slight tremble in your voice. Rhys shifted behind you, tangling his legs with yours.

“Of course it was,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “I have wanted you to be mine since the second you stepped into my life.” Tears brimmed in your eyes once more, though different from the ones from earlier.

“Why now?”

His fingers flexed against where they held you, and you could hear the slight smile in his voice. “I couldn’t allow you to continue on in my home, untouched, now could I?”

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