Nyx slept peacefully in his nursery room, art work on the walls done by his mother. Who now stared down at him watching him sleep. First, strong calloused hands were at her waist, then arms wrapped around her, and she felt the chin of her Mate, of High Lord, on her shoulder. Her High Lord, Rhysand pressed into her, and she could feel the effect she still held over him. But the effect that their son held over her seemed to be stronger as she gazed down at her perfect boy. Reaching a tattooed hand down, she brushed her index finger against his cheek. A smile formed on her face as he seemed to lean into his mothers touch even in his sleep. The love she held for this tiny, fragile thing. Nothing could compare.
"I never thought…" How could she tell her Mate, that she…
"Never thought about what?" Rhys ran his nose along the side of her neck, and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"That I could love someone more than I love you." Still captivated by her little angel sleeping. The warm tight feeling in her chest increased as she remembered the first sight of him in her arms. She knew then that she would do anything for him. No, it was long before that. When she first felt the flutter in her stomach of him moving, of his wings. Just like his father. No. That's not right. It was long before that. Before he was even a thought. It was during the war with Hybern. When she met the bone carver, and when she realized that the boy she saw, that was the face the bone carver wore. Was in fact her and Rhysands son. She knew then, at that time. Nothing would stop her from seeing that face, she would give her life for him in a heartbeat, and she had, once. The day she birthed him. Only he himself wasn't breathing, and due to her death, Rhysand was dying as well. But thanks to her Eldest sister Nesta, they all were saved. Feyre owed everything to her sister, and would forever be in her debt.
"Will he hold you captive again tonight Feyre Darling?" His lips grazed her ear, as he whispered his words.
"Hmm?" She heard her mate say something, but wasn't sure what it was. If he even said anything at all. Rhys's chuckle filled the room, and echoed in Feyres head.
"I'll take that as a yes then." Just then Nyx stretched his sleep and made a slight noise in doing so. He held both of his parents captive at that moment. His little wings twitched, and then he was completely still, except for the rising and falling of his chest, signaling his breathing. Rhys pulled his High Lady closer to him. "Come Feyre Darling, I would like to thank you properly."
That caught Feyre's attention. Thank her for what? Turning her head to look at Rhys. He captured her lips. A hand snaked its way up slowly to the back of his neck as she kissed him deeply. As they pulled away, noses still touching she whispered. "Thank me for what?"
"Everything." He lifted her into his arms then, and removed her from the nursery. Pressing her into the wall just outside the room in the hall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, as she hoisted her higher. His teeth at her neck, scraping before his lips latched on and sucked right where he knew he could turn her into a puddle. Throwing her head back as she moaned at his actions.
"We should take this to the bedroom, don't want to wake him." She whispered in his ear, as she leaned her face close to his. Gripping onto his strong shoulders, his arms, his entire being.
"Too close." Their breaths mingled together as they gazed into each other's eyes. Her hands took his face, and caressed him. "I plan on making you scream." Her eyes rolled into the back of her head at his words. Knowing exactly what would be happening, and just the thought of it.
His nostrils flared at the scent of her. Pressing his hips into hers, and she gasped for air. He winnowed them into his office downstairs on the other side of their home on the river. Nyx upstairs is still sleeping. He would keep an ear open for him, in case he cried for his mother. But for now, she had another male to attend to.
Rhysand placed Feyre on his desk. As her bottom connected, Rhys flung everything off the desk as he pinned her to it. His hands went down her body, to her legs, and then pulled the fabric of her dress up. Higher, and higher, the anticipation in the air was thick, it could be tasted by the High Lord and Lady of the Night. Rhys then dropped to his knees before His High Lady. The knowledge of what all that meant had Feyre's back arching off the desk, and her body waiting in anticipation.
His lips brushed her inner thigh as he continued to run his hands up, along with the dress. Finally the dress was bunched up at her hips. Rhys grabbed her thighs and pulled them further apart, opening her up to him completely. A low growl slipped from his lips at the beautiful sight before him. No matter how many times he sees her, it will always drive him insane. His fingers tugged on the lacey underthings she wore, and tugged them down her legs. Her hips were rising so he could get them off easier.
Once that was done, the fabric was thrown carelessly behind the High Lord of Night. There was no hesitation, as he lunged for that beautiful sight in front of him. For where that delicious scent was coming from. In a long slow stroke he licked her folds.
"So wet already darling." The hold he still held over her, the hold he knew he would always have. But the thought still made his heart race. She was his, and he was hers. Forever. Licking a few more times, just to tease. He finally found the pearl that would make her scream, just what he wanted. Her fingers now in his hair, gripping tightly, holding him in place, as if he would vanish. With that, he slid his tongue straight into her core, and found a steady rhythm.
His hands on her thighs, squeezed her in a comforting yet possessive way, that had her back arching off the desk once more, along with the ministrations he was doing with his tongue.
"Rhys." So breathless already, moaning out again, digging her nails into his scalp slightly.
'Feyre.' Meeting gazes had them both groaning with want and need.
"Please.." Gasping out as she watched him between her legs.
'What are you pleading for, my Lady?" His eyes bore into hers.
"More." Panting, she tried to set her mind straight to get the words out, but it was so difficult with this god on his knees for her. "I need more Rhys." Loosening her hold on his hair to caress the parts of him that she could reach.
'What do you need, Freyre?' He knew of course, he always knows, but he loves to hear her say the words. What mate wouldn't love to hear those words?
His darkness started to surround them both as she said "You, I need you." The love in her eyes. The tug he felt in his chest, as she pulled the string connecting their very souls. Pulling him towards her, trying to get him closer. So much closer. "I need you inside of me Rhys." The pleading eyes. Feyre does not plead. As he rose from his knees Feyre sat up on the desk reaching for him. Needing him, like she needed air to breathe. As their lips met, and the tip of him entered her, she winnowed them into their bed. Rhys knew, he could feel it, this was more than pleasuring the other tonight. She needed him. Memories of what they had both been through the past few years. The loss that they have both felt. The sight of him no longer breathing next to the cauldron.
As her back connected with the bed he kissed her as if he were doing it for the first time. Her arms wrapping around his neck, one hand going into his hair. Her legs moving up higher, opening more for him, taking him in deeper. His lips trailed her jaw, her neck, then up again. Brushing their noses. "I love you Feyre." Caressing her cheek he leaned his forehead down to hers.
"I love you Rhys. With Everything I am, with one exception." A small giggle left her when she said the one exception. A smile, so bright and warm at the thought of their boy. Proof of their love. The tattoos on her hands. She caressed him in turn, and when their eyes met once more, she was glowing.
His dark power flaring behind him, their power mixing together. "Feyre Darling." Rubbing their noses again as he moved in her. A moan left both of their lips. "My Mate... My Love... My Darling..." His voice was mixed with a moan, and growl, and partially raspy. "My High Lday… My Feyre…" He kissed her again, as he thrusted in and out of her. Feeling her clamping down on him. He heard her voice in his head as his tongue greeted hers, and a shudder went through them both.
'My mate...My Love...My High Lord...My Rhys… I love you…" Tugging on his shoulders, bringing him closer to her body, she moaned into his mouth, causing him to do the same in turn. 'I am yours, and you are Mine.' One hand left him, as it reached past him. For his wings. Her fingers brushed them gently, like a feather. She could feel the shudder that traveled through his body. Bringing those very fingers to his chin, she forced him to look at her. "Together." She told him.
"Always."
Their bodies moved together, one releasing a darkness that people fear across the lands, and the other. The other released a light that brought even the strongest High Lord to ever live to his knees.
The world around them was forgotten as they came undone for each other. Their cries for the other as they met their release. The room itself shook, and the windows vibrated. Their breaths intertwined, as they gazed into each other's souls. The love that filled them both was felt through all of velaris. A warm, safe feeling.
As they both worked on steadying their breathing a cry ripped through their home. Smiles appeared on their faces.
"I'll get him." Rhys told feyre, as he stood, and tugged on a black pair of silk pajama pants. Feyre put on a pair of new lacey underthings, and a black silk nightgown. She had just finished climbing back into the bed, when Rhysand walked in with a whimpering Nyx.
"He tolerates me at the moment, but really wants his mother." Nyx pallet Rhysands face, and then turned his head to see his mother. His little hands started reaching for her and grasping the air.
"Come here my handsome boy." Holding her arms out for her son. Rhys brought him to her, and placed him in his mothers waiting arms. She held him to her chest, and breathed him in. "Is someone hungry?" Nyx's response was to slap his hands against his mothers breasts. This caused both of his parents to laugh. Feyre slid an arm from her nightgown, in order to bring out a breast for her little one to eat. Nyx latched on without any problems. One of his little hands patted his mothers chest as he ate, until his mother took that hand in hers. Bringing it to her lips she placed a small kiss on his tiny hand, and held it in hers. Watching him.
"Now this would make a beautiful painting." Rhys showed Feyre what he was seeing, and she agreed with him. Tomorrow, she will paint Rhysands new favorite. The love that filled that room was unwavering, and would never be broken.