Rhys closed the door, pressing me against it hard. He lifted the oversized shirt above my head, cupping my breasts as he claimed my mouth hungrily. He spun me around, still held against him with my legs wrapped around his waist, slowly lowering me to the bed. My hands slid down his body, untucking his shirt as I worked to get him bared to my touch.
He pulled away, breaking the kiss long enough to peel the shirt off, tossing it aside as he captured my hands, holding them in his much larger one above my head. He sucked on my neck, laughing darkly while I rocked against him, eagerly needing him to hurry it along before some other asshole knocked on the door.
Rhys rose, staring down at me, pulling the sweatpants down and noticing the lack of panties. He smirked, lowering his mouth to kiss my stomach. His eyes lifted, holding mine as his fingers pushed into my body, and I cried out at the fullness they created. I rocked against him, needing him to strip and give me what I really desired and wanted from him.
Dark laughter brushed against my flesh, sending his heated breath fanning against my core. He sat back, and I leaned forward, working his pants to free him, and when he was, I kissed the thick top of his cock, lifting my eyes to hold his as he brushed the hair away from my face. My hand cradled him, wrapping around his length. I took him into my mouth as he groaned, pulling my mouth away from his cock.
“Not this time, little giver. I plan to give,” he instructed. “You get to take.”
“Hurry,” I groaned, laying back to spread my legs to show him my need.
His hand smothered over his mouth, and he pushed his pants down, stepping out of them. Rhys pushed my legs apart and, pinned my hands against my belly as he settled between my thighs. Leaning over, he clamped his heated mouth over one nipple and sucked hard. I moaned loudly, rocking my hips with a need that threatened to burn me to nothing more than ashes.
His fingers slid over my opening, and I shivered, claiming his mouth as it brushed against mine. He groaned, turning his head as footsteps sounded in the hallway. Sitting up, he shook his head, lining our bodies up as someone pounded against the door.
“No, no fucking way!” I groaned. “If that is Cole, I will skewer him myself!” Rhys laughed wickedly, slowly rubbing his cock against my opening while his heated eyes noted my body’s need glistened against his cock.
“Van Helsing, your family is here!”
“Fuck!” Rhys growled, standing up. “Bloody hell.”
I sat up. “Get your dick back here!”
He turned, looking at the plea burning in my stare before he grabbed his pants, pulling out his phone. The sound of Nyx screaming out her pleasure filled the phone as he snorted.
“Tell the nymph to shut the fuck up for a goddamn bloody minute. They’re here, get the fuck out of her pussy, and meet me in the hall,” Rhys hissed, ending the call to move back toward me. “We’re not finished, Remi.”
“You could finish it now,” I replied, but the look in his eyes told me he wouldn’t. I exhaled, moving out of the bedroom, wrapped in his blanket. “The universe hates me,” I groaned, resting my head against the counter as he moved into the bathroom, starting the water.
“My family is here, Remington. They won’t be kind to you. It would be best to stay close to me, Acyn, or Cole from now until they leave. Understand me, Love?” He turned, staring at me with a frown. When I nodded, he smirked, coming to a stop before me as he pushed the blanket away from my body and lifted me onto the counter. “You are so beautiful, woman,” he growled, cupping my cheeks as he held my mouth in place to claim it.
“You don’t need flattery for a yes, Rhys,” I whispered against his mouth, nipping his bottom lip while he pushed my thighs apart, slowly delving his fingers into my body as I moaned against his mouth.
“I don’t want a quick fuck from you,” he whispered, pulling his mouth away from mine. “I want you in every way possible. I want to show you what it is like to be with a man. I want to taste you come on the tip of my tongue and feel your body tightening as you come around me. I don’t want to just bend you over and fuck you like some dirty little feeder. I want you to know what it is like to be with me as I watch those pretty blue eyes grow wide with wonder as you come undone for me and me alone. Five minutes isn’t long enough to make you feel owned or wanted. I want that for you, and while I could easily spread you apart and fuck you hard enough that we both come in moments, you would feel used, and that isn’t something I ever want you to feel from me.”
“I hate you right now,” I groaned, leaning my head against his shoulder as the bedroom door opened, and Cole moved into the bathroom doorway, watching as Rhys and I both turned to stare at him. Rhys added a finger, and I gasped, burying my face in his shoulder.
“Pretty, so bloody pretty,” Cole muttered before he vanished, and Rhys lowered my feet to the floor, turning me around with one hand while slamming the door closed with the other.
His knees parted my legs, and before I guessed what he intended to do, his body leaned against mine. The counter bit into my hips as his finger found my core, pushing into my body. His other held my hair, pulling it back to his mouth as he sucked against the pulse hammering in my neck. Rhys’s fingers curled, dancing over the spot that hit every nerve ending perfectly.
My eyes held his in the mirror. He stroked the fire, slowly moving his fingers inside my body until everything began to unravel within me. I whimpered, opening my mouth as a cry escaped, and the world spun around me. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow his thrusts, sending me toppling over the edge again. Rhys kept me dangling there until I was slamming my body against his fingers, crying his name as everything became too much to bear, and my body grew hypersensitive.
“You’re going to love being mounted from behind, pretty girl,” he groaned, lowering his mouth to my shoulder, kissing his way down my body. He kissed along my spine and over the rounded portion of my ass, dipping lower to kiss against my opening. He licked once through my arousal with a loud moan before he stood, turning me around and kissing me hard, forcing me to taste my pleasure on his lips. “Shower, and the knights will escort you to me when you’re ready. Tonight, we eat dinner with my family. It should be interesting for them to meet the Silversmith that gifted me her silver.”
“Is it possible to just forget that happened?” I asked, holding his stare as he smiled.
“Not a fucking chance. I’m the only Van Helsing ever to receive such a gift from your line, Remington. There’s no way I’m not screaming that to the entire world.”
“Damn. Cocky much?” Cole snapped from outside the door. “Are you done making her come half-assed? Let me in, and I’ll finish her off for you, brother.”
“Fuck off, Cole. She’s my girl,” Rhys growled, kissing me hard before he moved me toward the shower, slapping my behind and enjoying the yelp that escaped my lips. “I might like you running from me. You’re a hot little thing afterward, Remi.”
“Great,” I muttered, stepping into the shower. “And Cole, I don’t accept sloppy seconds, man-whore!”
“I can get into that shower with you, woman. Just say the words, and I’m all yours, Sunshine.”
“I’ll see you downstairs,” Rhys said to me, moving to the door before exiting. “Get the fuck out of my room, assholes. I said to meet me in the hallway.”