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I force the words out before I can change my mind. “I love her.” “Why is that unfortunate?” Slate asks. The rest of us give him a look. “Have you met Maeve?” Rhett says. “God, it’d be like trying to bed a wildcat.”

“Stop. Fucking. Coddling. Her.” Xaden bites out every word at Dain. “She is not a child. She’s a full-grown woman. A rider. Start treating her like one and at least have the decency to give her the truth.

“You never should’ve let me kiss you, Stella. Because one taste isn’t fucking enough.” His words and the touch of his gaze warmed me more than the tropical sun. “Who says it has to be one?”

“I fucking need you, Violet. Right now. And I don’t need anyone, so I’m not quite sure how to handle this feeling, but I’m giving it my best. And if you don’t want this tonight, that’s fine, but I’m going to need you to walk out that door right now, because if you don’t, I’m going to have you naked on your back in the next two minutes.”

I press against the wall at the sudden movement, my cry muffled by the panties. I should have expected it—he loves to keep me on my toes—but my desire for him is so strong, all reason seems to fly out the window the moment I know he’s about to f*ck me hard.

“Hey,” I say, pushing my way inside. Rather than allow her to waste precious time telling me to leave, I grab her and kiss her soundly, stopping all arguments before they can form. It only takes seconds for her to relax fully in my arms so I can press her up against the foyer wall. We don’t even make it to the bedroom, at least not the first time. I take her against the wall, and she climaxes like a champ. We get a little further into the house the next time—the living room sofa—and finally, the last time we strip down and do it on the bed. After her fourth climax—I gave her two on the couch—Maeve lays her head on the pillow and falls asleep. I watch her for a few minutes, but sex makes me ravenous, so I slip out to the kitchen for some food.

"In my peripheral vision, I see a river of blood trailing towards us. We’re fucking next to a dead body"

"I’m thirsty, Delilah. I want you to fucking drench my hand"

His jaw clenched. “You scared the shit out of me for a long while, Feyre. Checking in that way … I couldn’t very well stroll into the Spring Court and ask how you were doing, could I?” Light footsteps sounded in the hall—Amren. Rhys held my gaze though as he said, “I’ll explain the rest some other time.”