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August 5 - August 6, 2025
“Do you like watching?” he breathed. “Watching me move in you?” In answer, beyond words, I shot my mind down the bridge between us, brushing against his adamant shields. He let me in instantly, mind-to-mind and soul-to-soul, and then I was looking through his eyes—looking down at me as he gripped my hip and thrust. He purred, Look at how I fuck you, Feyre.
Can you fuck me in here, too? That wicked delight faltered. Went silent. The stars and darkness paused, too. Then undiluted, utter predator answered, It would be my pleasure. And then I didn’t have the words for what happened.
His face was wrecked. Stunned. His mouth remained partially open as he gaped at me, the glow still radiating from my skin, bright against the star-kissed shadows along his.
“you’re moving into the House of Wind.”
Cassian watched Rhysand carefully stir his tea. He’d seen Rhys slice up their enemies with the same cold precision that he was now using with that spoon.
Idk why that amuses me
“Keep your fucking opinions to yourself.”
Cassian’s eyes narrowed with amusement, but his mouth remained a thin line. “I’ll keep my fucking opinions to myself if you eat.”
“Oh, it’s not going to result in me climbing into your bed.” Nesta snickered, victory achieved, and had reached the stairs when he crooned, “You’ll climb into mine.”
can’t risk it.” “Why?” Nesta snapped. “Because I’m pregnant.”
Rhys lifted his head. “This is a bad idea.” Cassian winked. “That should be written on the Night Court crest.”
“I wanted to see where you two work,” Emerie said, eyes upon Clotho and Mor a level above. She sighed, nodding toward Mor. “I always forget how beautiful she is. She never comes to Windhaven these days.” Nesta could have sworn pink stole over Emerie’s brown cheeks.
