Hiiii, I know you usually don’t take requests but have you ever thought about writing Rhysand x Cassian’s/Azriel!Sister!Reader? I love all your works and was wondering if you would have any ideas for something like this. Especially the one when Cassian or Azriel get too protective
All the best and lots of love 🫶🏻
Okay, I LOVED this idea and maybe went a little crazy with it 🫣 I hope you enjoy!!! <3
Oh Brother: Rhysand x Cassian!Sister!Reader
Warnings: Violence, Smut, 18+
***
“Rhys,” you groaned out, melting into his touch. “Just like that.” Waves of pleasure radiated over you as his hands worked their way down your body, your mind going blissfully blank. Rhys chuckled from where he was hovering behind you, focused on making sure you felt good.
“What, may I ask, is going on here?”
You stifled the urge to roll your eyes as you sleepily brought your head up to look at your rather angry brother. “Cass, great to see you,” you said monotonously. “I went too hard at training. Rhys was massaging out my muscles for me.”
“And this requires him to be atop of you?”
You peered back at the male in question, observing the way his knees were bracketing your legs. “Apologies, how scandalous of us.”
Cassian grumbled something under his breath before walking over and glaring at Rhys. “Move.”
Rhys raised his hands in surrender and got off of you, a smile teasing his lips. “Nothing untoward was going on here, Cass. Just friends helping friends,” he said, nudging the General with his shoulder.
Cassian continued glaring. “Yes. Because her moans of your name sounded SO innocent echoing through the halls.”
You couldn’t help the blush that covered your face at his words. Your feelings for your High Lord were well hidden, at least most of the time. You had refused to tell anyone how you felt, lest it get back to him. Or worse, Cassian.
You shook your head in disbelief, moving to sit up. “Please. Your dramatics are enough. Even if we were doing something else, that still gives you no right to come storming in here. We, i’m, a grown adult. I can do as I please.” He’d always been a little too protective of you, often acting as if he were your father instead of your brother. Ignoring the mere ten year age difference between the two of you.
“Not with him. I will not have it,” he declared, crossing his arms as if his word was law.
You shot to your feet, hands curled into fists at your side. “Get over yourself, Cassian. You do not dictate what I do or do not do. It is absolutely ridiculous of you to even act this way!” You couldn’t help the way your voice rose. You were so tired of him babying you, always getting in the way of anything you want to do. He sent you home early from nights at Rita’s, he rarely let you go flying alone, and he hated any moment you spent alone with Rhysand. This was not the first time he had barged in on the two of you doing something completely innocent, full of rage for seemingly no reason.
“Not with my friends. You should recall that.”
You groaned with frustration, rubbing your hands over your face. “Cass, that was ages ago. Get. Over. It.” Nearly a century ago, during a rather spectacular drunken night, he had caught you and Azriel in a true compromising position. It may have involved his hand up your dress and your lipstick marks all over his face. The fallout was rather extreme, causing you to vow never to go with one of the trio again. Unfortunately, you couldn’t stop your heart from longing after Rhys. “Besides, for the millionth time, nothing was happening with Rhysand anyway!”
Cass scoffed. “Yet.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“What are you insinuating?”
“You have a type.”
“Oh, Mother, Cassian! It was ONE. TIME.”
Rhysand laughed.
The two of you turned to stare at him, his presence having been forgotten as you argued. “No, please, do continue. I’m rather enjoying this.”
It was your turn to glare at the male. “Pity for you, then. This conversation is over.” You snapped your gaze back to your brother, raising your hand to
silence him before he could speak again. “No. Goodbye.”
You wasted not a second more before walking out the door, anger and embarrassment flowing through you. You knew he only meant well, and was worried of what would happen if you did get with Rhys and it fell apart. The problem was, aside from your own delusions, there was no sign that anything was happening between the two of you. Cass was making it up in his own head and then attacking you for it.
You slipped into your room, throwing yourself down onto the bed. You truly couldn’t understand this level of overprotectiveness. Even after the drama with Azriel, things were normal. The two of you joked about it now, exactly zero feelings messing it up.
The difference, you thought to yourself, is that your heart never longed for Azriel. He just happened to be there. You pressed your face into the soft velvet below you, letting out a long, muffled scream.
***
A few weeks later, you were sword training in a secluded spot by the river. You often liked to come down and practice on your own, the soothing scents and sounds of the water calming your mind. It was also good to test your footing on different terrain, making sure you were always at your best.
Though you were rather frustrated today. Sword fighting had never been your strong suit. You were partial to the bow and arrow, especially since you could shoot them from the sky. The sword required you to be much more personal with your opponent.
“Need a partner?”
You screamed in surprise at the voice, turning to see Rhys. You lowered the blade you had raised to his neck, color creeping up your neck. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
He raised his hands in surrender, a smile on his lips. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t realize you were so in the zone.”
You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s just hopeless, the sword and I.”
Rhys clicked his tongue. “Come now, you’re hardly the worst i’ve seen. You just need a little more guidance with your grip. Here, I can show you.” He took a step towards you before pausing. “If that’s okay?”
You nodded slowly, readjusting your grip on the weapon as Rhys moved to stand behind you. You tucked in your wings as close as you could, but that didn’t stop the jolt of electricity that ran through you as his chest brushed them. “Sorry,” he murmured, his breath ghosting the shell of your ear.
“I-it’s fine,” you stuttered out, trying to ignore how good it felt to have him this close. The warm, heady scent of him infiltrating your senses as you put all your energy into not leaning into his touch.
His hands came to rest lightly over yours, gently guiding your arms up into a better position. “Here,” he spoke softly, “you need to keep your limbs loose, ready to fight, but your grip must remain strong.” He mimicked a maneuver, carefully swinging the blade towards the water. You tried to focus on what he was saying, truly you did. His next movement brought the sword closer to your chest, in turn partway folding you into his arms. His body brushed up against your wings again, and you failed to hide your gasp at the contact.
Rhys stilled behind you, and he didn’t move for a long moment. The two of you stood there, suspended between what could be and what was. You didn’t know what you wished him to do, if you wanted him to cross that line you so desperately toed or if you should pull away, saving this while you still could.
When he finally did move, it was him having you lower the sword until you released it, the thud of it hitting the ground echoing around your head. You held your breath as you waited for him to let you go, your heart racing when he didn’t.
You jumped slightly when you felt his nose brush your neck. “This okay?” He asked, hands traveling back up your arms and onto your shoulders. You nodded, tilting your head to give him more access. You felt his breath against your skin, slow and controlled. You hung there for what felt like decades, trapped between rationality and desire. He was giving you time to leave if you wished, making sure you truly wanted him to continue. Rhys had an inkling of your feelings towards him, not that he had ever spoken the thought aloud. This was a dangerous territory, the two of you forcing yourselves apart from each other in worry you’d upset Cassian.
But Rhys was tired of holding back.
And so were you.
All thoughts eddied out of your brain when his lips finally pressed against your skin. Your mouth parted as he began leaving a path of slow kisses down your neck, one arm moving to gently wrap around your waist, pushing your body closer to his. You moaned softly at the added pressure to your wings, your head falling back onto his shoulder as your eyes closed. “You’re so beautiful,” Rhys murmured, his other hand brushing a stray hair out of your face. You hummed in response, unable to believe any of this was real.
Then his fingers met the edge of your wing, shocking every nerve in your body. “Oh,” you gasped out, arching slightly against him. He continued his light touching of the soft leather, pulling quiet moans from your lips. Nothing could feel better than this, you were sure of it.
Until he licked the path his fingers had been following. You cried out, heat creeping up your spine as he repeated the action. You’d never allowed anyone to touch your wings in such a way before, always being adamant that you’d save them for your mate or forever love. You certainly never thought Rhys would be the first one to have them.
Though you had hoped it would be him.
Your body began to shake slightly as he continued touching, licking, and kissing on your wings. His fingers explored the more sensitive parts as his tongue painted pictures upon them. You were becoming desperate for him, murmurs of his name falling from your lips. “Rhys, please, I-I can’t,” you mumbled out, one hand reaching back to cup his neck. You pulled your eyes open to meet his as you forced him to look at you. Your heart stopped at his blown-out pupils, desire coating his expression. You wanted to immortalize the way he was looking at you, to replay this over and over until the day that you died.
“Have I gone too far?” He whispered, as if the thought alone caused him great pain. You shook your head, dropping your gaze to his lips.
“Never,” you responded, before surging up on your toes to kiss him.
He gave in hungrily, cupping your face in his hand as well. The other splayed out against your stomach, pressing the two of you even closer together. He kissed you like you were his last meal, as if he needed to treasure every single moment lest it be his last. You tangled your fingers in the hair at the back of his head, insatiable under his touch. His hand moved down, teasing the edge of your waistband. You moaned in encouragement, rocking your hips slightly against him. He growled into your kiss, whispering sweet nothings against your lips as his touch slid ever lower.
Until you were suddenly cold, your eyes shooting open at the absence of Rhysand. You gazed in horror upon your brother, a pure red beacon of power, pummeling him into the ground. You cried out in fear, running desperately towards the two males. “No, Cass, stop!” You tried to pull him off of Rhys, but he continued like you were nothing but a fly.
Purple met the red as Rhys began to fight back, a sight that brought you both relief and fear. These were the two males you loved the most in this world, and they were fighting in a way that made you feel like it wouldn’t be over until one of them was dead. You screamed at them, begging and pleading for them to both calm down. “Cass, CASSIAN! There is no reason for this! Please, hear me!” You cried, but your words fell on deaf ears. Tears streamed down your face as you watched helplessly, only one thought coming to mind.
You took a deep breath before launching yourself in between the pair of them.
It happened in a split second.
Cassian had swung for Rhysand, a devastating blow that likely would’ve rattled the High Lord, but wouldn’t have kept him down.
Instead, it met the side of your head.
Now, you were powerful in your own right, but nothing compared to Rhys. Your body would never be able to take an attack like that and be fine even on your best day.
You felt your skull crack before he had even realized what he’d done.
You hit the ground at the same moment he let out an anguished scream, the red and purple disappearing from your sight.
Rhys was over you the next second, yelling commands to his left and right.
At who?
You didn’t know.
You spoke his name.
He couldn’t hear it in the chaos.
Your eyes jerkily slid over to your brother, and you wished you hadn’t once you saw his face.
You’d never seen the General of the Night Court look so shaken by a little bit of blood.
You tried to shake your head, to tell him it was okay.
You didn’t blame him.
You had acted rashly.
A hand grabbed yours as your vision grew blurry, voices becoming muffled.
You felt like they were saying to stay awake, to focus on them, that they loved you.
It was too late.
All was black.
***
You came in and out of consciousness over the following days, the pain so extreme that it knocked you back out everytime you tried to come to. The healers did their best to keep you as pain free as possible, but the injury was full of Cassian’s power. It fought against the sleeping droughts and the pain relief, leaving you with these half moments. You could only remember screaming and someone trying to hold you still, presumably so you wouldn’t further injure yourself.
Then all would be dark.
Five days after the initial accident you were able to open your eyes. The pain was still present, but not completely debilitating. The room was dim, curtains drawn so tight you couldn’t tell if it was day or night. You blinked a few times, forcing the room to come into focus. This was not your room, and this was not your bed. You looked around slowly, trying to decipher where it was you lay.
Your heart stopped when you realized this was the High Lords bedroom.
And you were tucked lovingly under his covers.
You carefully pushed yourself to sitting, your body protesting at the movement. Every inch of you was sore, as if you had been through the greatest battle of your life. In a way, you supposed you had. Injuries were nothing new to you, not even severe ones. You had fought on the battlefield many times, when you had run out of arrows and needed to be on foot. You’d been hurt before, needing days and weeks to heal. That was simply a part of life for you.
What was different, was the lack of Cassian. He had always been by your side whenever you awoke from an injury, typically with several of his own. He always had a way to make you laugh, another joke about how the Mother wasn’t going to take you this time. That your enemies should know better than to test the General of the Night Court and his sister.
He was not by your side today.
Rhysand was.
His violet eyes locked onto yours, exhaustion showing in them. He said nothing, simply taking you in as if you were a ghost. You wanted to ask him a million questions, to confirm that what had happened between you wasn’t a dream. To tell him you loved him, that you would be his if he wished. To ask if he felt the same, if it was real for him.
What came out, though, was a raspy; “Where’s Cass?”
He didn’t seem surprised that this was the first thing you asked. “He’s in his own rooms,” he responded quietly.
“Is he okay?”
“I do not know.”
“Can I see him?”
Rhys sighed then, his hand reaching out to hold yours. “If you can convince him to let you. He hasn’t spoken to any of us since the accident. He tried to have Azriel lock him up in dungeons, and at his blatant refusal he chose to lock himself in his rooms.”
Your heart cracked. “It wasn’t his fault,” you said shakily, voice already strained from lack of use. “I was the fool who ran into the direct path of his attack.” Tears pricked at your eyes, shame and sadness overwhelming you.
“Hey,” Rhys said, moving to sit next to you on the bed, wrapping you tight in his arms. “I have a feeling he will listen to you. We can go now, if you want, but I do think another night of rest would do you good.” He pressed a soft kiss to your hairline. “You should eat, at the least. I worry for your strength if you do not.”
It was then you realized the deep emptiness inside you, the slight dizziness that came with hunger. You sunk into Rhys’ arms, the adrenaline from waking up already fading. He carefully pulled you into his lap, resting your back against his chest as his thighs bracketed yours. He moved carefully around your wings, allowing them to rest as well. You hummed sleepily and closed your eyes, mumbling out that food would be nice.
When you woke again, the hearty smell of potato soup had your mouth watering. You tried to sit up, vision blacking out at the edges as you did. Your gasp of pain had Rhys tightening the arm he had around you, making you realize he was still sat behind you. “Here, let me help you,” he said softly, carefully moving you into more of a sitting position. He reached for the bowl with his free hand, holding it up to you. You sipped the warm liquid, moaning at the taste.
You were so engrossed with the soup, you almost missed the way his arm twitched ever so slightly at the sound.
Almost.
You silently cursed the soreness of your body, the pain of your injury. You couldn’t help the way you reacted to him, to his touch, to his very presence. Now that you had had any part of him, it was all different.
Everything had changed.
You were careful to not make any more sounds as Rhys helped you finish the soup, a slight strength already returning to your bones. You relaxed back against him again, enjoying how safe you felt in his arms. You longed to stay there forever, to forget the rest of the world and just be his.
If it weren’t for your brother.
“I must got see him,” you said, interrupting the peaceful quiet.
Rhys nodded behind you. “Do you want me to come with you?”
You thought for a moment. The true answer was yes, yes you wanted him to be by your side. Cassian needed to see you alone, though. “Will you help me to his rooms? Perhaps wait outside while I go in, in case I need help getting back?” You felt foolish even asking, certain he would rather stay back. Who were you to ask the High Lord to play puppy dog outside your brother’s door?
But Rhys was ever the gentleman. He helped you stand, grip tightening when you stumbled slightly. “I’m okay, i’m okay,” you assured him, warily taking a step forward. You were able to make it a few paces before you fell back on him for support, your breathing already heavy. You were frustrated. A week ago you were a powerful Illyrian warrior, and today you couldn’t even make it five steps before wanting to collapse.
Rhys continued to help you make your way painfully slowly to the door, never rushing or infantilizing you. He knew you could do it just as well as you did. Though, that didn’t stop him from offering to carry you the rest of the way as he noticed your increasing struggle.
You told yourself it didn’t make you a failure to accept his help.
You also told yourself you said yes simply because you were too tired to walk all the way to Cassian’s rooms, not due to your new incessant need to be wrapped in the High Lords arms at all times.
He carried you in silence, allowing you to think about what to say to your brother. You weren’t angry he accidentally attacked you, no. You were, however, upset that the attack was even a thing in the first place. He had no reason to try to hurt Rhysand in that way, and he needed to stop treating you like a child. He had gone too far with all of this.
When you reached his door, Rhys carefully set you down. You nodded a thank you to him, throat suddenly tight. It took all of your willpower to open the door and slip inside, closing it before you could reach out for Rhys and bring him inside too. You had to do this on your own.
You maneuvered through to his bedroom, expecting to find Cassian there. It was dark, and empty, as was much of everything else. It seemed as if no one was living here at the moment, that these were simply extra rooms. You had a moment of doubt, that maybe he had left and no one had noticed. You knew that was foolish, that he could never sneak past Azriel. You scanned the room, eyes catching on the open door to the balcony. You felt, in your heart, that was where he would be.
You stumbled your way over to it, leaning on different items of furniture to make it there. You pushed the door open a little more, chest squeezing tight as you took in the sad shape of your brother. He was sat on the ground, wings folded down behind him, gazing up at the stars. You had inkling that he had been sitting here your entire recovery. You pushed your way out to him, moving to sit by his side.
You sat in silence for a long while. You weren’t even sure he noticed you there, if he was trapped inside his own head. “Cass,” you said softly, “are you okay?” You turned your head to fully take him in, heart breaking even further. He may have acted like a right ass, but he was still your brother. You’d stood by each other’s side through everything, and you couldn’t bear him being alone now.
He met your gaze. His eyes were bloodshot, dark circles underneath them. His skin was pallid, cheeks gaunt. He looks as if he had aged fifty years in the last week. “I should be asking you that,” he said, voice hoarse.
“I’ve been better,” you responded, giving him a small smile.
He stared blankly back.
“I’ll be fine, Cass. I won’t stand for you sitting here and beating yourself up over this. Accidents happen,” you shrugged, as if he had simply spilled a glass of milk.
“You almost died.”
“And yet, I didn’t.”
“I could have killed you.”
“Could have, but did not. Look, what happened was on both of us. I should never have ran in front of you when you were using that much power, and you should’ve never been that angry in the first place.” You shook your head, sighing deeply. “Why? Why did you react like that?”
He took several minutes before he responded. “I have always tried to protect you. I want nothing but the best for you, and perhaps I have been a little overbearing at times.”
You rolled your eyes and mumbled “a little?” under your breath, laughter in your eyes.
Cassian was less amused, but the glare he gave you was at least an emotion other than despair. “Okay, a lot. Anyway, I was worried when I noticed how Rhys started looking at you. I told him not to try anything on you, that I wouldn’t stand for him breaking your heart. He swore he would never hurt you, of course, but you know how these things go.” He sniffed, looking down at the ground. “One gets mad at the other, something happens, and i’m stuck between the two of you.” He met your eyes again. “I promised I would always do right by you, would always take your side. I can’t lie and say it does not worry me, that you could get hurt by him. He’s a good male, this I know, but the concern is there for anyone. It is just harder knowing what’s at stake if it didn’t, well, work out.”
You nodded. “Of course. Yes, a lot is at stake. Not only would I be trusting my heart with one of your oldest friends, he’s also our High Lord. If it did end in horrible heartbreak, I would never expect you to abandon your Court for me. You must know that,” you grabbed his hand in yours, squeezing tightly.
“I do know that. What I also know, though, is I would not live anywhere you did not. Where you go, I go.” He sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know what overcame me. It was partially all the worry i’ve had about this situation for the last several decades, but also the fact he was all over my little sister.”
You laughed, nudging his shoulder with yours. “I’m barely your junior, Cassian. You’re going to have to accept that I am fully grown.”
He gave you a smile, color coming back into his face. “Nah, you know i’ll never do that,” he teased, before growing serious again. “But I can apologize. Not just for accidentally hurting you, which I will carry with me until the end of my days, but for trying to ruin something beautiful. I think you and Rhys have something really special, as much as it pains me to say. I have been wrong, trying to control you. I am truly sorry, dear sister.”
You took in his sad eyes, the genuine guilt written on his face. It may come as a surprise, but you and Cassian never really quarreled much. Any argument you ever had was about something small, and typically you made up within the day. This was likely the longest you had gone not speaking, aside from when one of you was away. “Oh, Cass. You know i’ll always forgive you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. He hugged you back tightly, clearly having never expected to get to do this again.
“I do have one tiny thing you can do for me, though,” you said, pulling back to look at him.
“Anything.”
“Elaborate on the way Rhys has looked at me for the last several decades?”
***
You and Cassian talked for a long while. He (begrudgingly) told you about all the times he noticed the High Lords lingering gaze upon you. You laughed at his discomfort, feeling better than you had in ages, despite your injuries. It felt good to sit here and talk and joke with your brother, forgetting all the hard things for a little while.
You talked until the early rays of dawn stretched across the sky, and your body ached from sitting on the stone ground for so long. Cassian looked at you with worry when you cried out in pain as you tried to stand, helping you as best he could. “Do you want me to get him?” He asked, and you didn’t have to ask who he meant. Somehow you knew Rhysand was still waiting outside the door, even though hours had passed since he’d dropped you off. You nodded, leaning on your brother to at least walk in to the desk chair.
You were already over this constant struggle.
Rhys was by your side in seconds, gladly picking you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning your head happily against his shoulder. “My hero,” you cooed teasingly, his laugh a welcome sound.
“Oh don’t worry, next time I get injured I expect this same treatment,” he joked back, the two of you giggling like you’d never heard anything funnier.
Cassian stared at the two of you. “Ugh, it’s even worse than I thought. Get out, go. I can’t watch this anymore,” he said as he shooed you out of his rooms, grumbling under his breath about how “gross” you guys were.
“It went well, I presume?” Rhys asked as he walked back to his rooms.
“It did. He apologized for being so overprotective, and he explained his thought process about it all.” You nuzzled closer to his neck, letting your nose brush against him. “He also told me something rather interesting,” you began, pressing a feather-light kiss to his skin, “something about decades of you watching me.” You continue kissing his neck, enjoying the way his arms grew tight around you.
“You need to stop that,” he warned, reaching his door and pushing it open.
“Mmm, I don’t think I will.” You teased his skin with your teeth, enjoying the effect you had on the male.
Rhys groaned, laying you down on the bed before crawling on top of you.
“Do not tease me so,” he pleaded, tracing your face with the back of his hand. “I cannot resist you.”
You hummed, twining your arms back around his neck. “And who said I could resist you?”
His forehead came down to rest on yours, his eyes closed. “You need to heal. What I want to do to you, I cannot-no.” His fingers curled into a fist around the fabric below you, desperate to touch you. He opened his eyes, locking onto yours. “You need to heal.”
You pouted, but you knew he was correct. Your body was already protesting every move you made, especially after sitting outside with Cassian for so long. You released your arms from around him, letting him move to lay next to you.
“Why didn’t you say anything, before?” You asked, turning your head to look at him.
“I was scared, really. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. And,” he scoffed, embarrassed, “i’m the High Lord. A part of me was worried you’d say yes because of that, not due to you really wanting me.”
You gave him a soft smile, placing a hand on his face. “Oh, Rhys. If only you had known.” You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ve been infatuated with you since the day we met.” You kissed him again, and again. “Well before you were ever the High Lord.”
***
It took a month before your injuries were healed enough that you could move around as normal. You spent the first morning jumping and dancing around, overjoyed at being able to move and not be in pain. Cassian had been coming by everyday to check on you, bringing physical therapy plans with him. He had immediately began researching once you were hurt, finding ways to keep your body moving without causing you too much additional pain. You truly believe those regimens were what had you feeling better sooner than any healer anticipated.
Nothing more had happened between you and Rhys, at his infuriating insistence that you must be healed. You had talked a lot, though, and you’d slept in his bed every night. He held you close when your pain allowed, and helped you find relief on nights it didn’t.
You were attempting to jump from the desk to the bed when he came back, steps faltering as he took you in. “You’re standing. On the desk.” His eyes tracked the invisible path you were about to take, landing on the bed. “You’re jumping?”
You smiled wide, not wasting a moment before launching yourself into the air. You beat your wings once, relishing in the feeling, before letting yourself fall down onto the mattress. “Can’t I have a little fun?”
Rhys blinked. “Fun? Yesterday you still couldn’t walk around the room without a strong pain potion. Now you’re throwing yourself around for fun?”
You sat up, crossing your arms. “I healed, Rhysand,” you said coolly.
You didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened at the use of his full name. “I see.”
A shiver ran down your spine as he looked you over, like a predator watching their meal. He moved to stand in front of you, his hands ghosting over your waist. Yours came to rest on the hard planes of his stomach, tracing the shape of his body. “So…you gonna fuck me now?” You asked, with all the innocence in the world.
He was on top of you before you even registered he’d moved, his lips pressed against yours in a bruising kiss. His hands tore at your clothes, all decency gone. This was a male unleashed, primal.
You cried out when his fingers pressed against your clit, immediately working you. You arched up into his touch, nails ripping at his shirt. He circled you slowly, relishing in the noises you were making for him. His lips traveled down the side of your neck, biting as they went, drawing pathetic whines from your throat. He slipped his fingers lower, pushing one deep inside you. You moaned at the feeling, moving your hips greedily with him. “More, please,” you gasped out, need taking over your mind.
Rhys smiled against your skin, placing a rather harsh bite on your collarbone as he added a second finger. He left a trail bruises as he kissed down your body, claiming you in every way he could. His fingers curled deliciously deep inside of you, hitting the spot that made you arch off the bed. His other hand flattened out over your stomach as you did, forcing you to lay back down and holding you there. “Ah, Rhys, it’s too much,” you moaned, heat already licking up your spine.
“Not until I taste you.” He gave you no time to register his words before his tongue was on you, circling and nipping at your clit. You screamed out his name, the combination of his mouth and fingers increasing your pleasure tenfold. No one had ever taken care of you like this, truly investing energy into making you feel good. You began to shake against his transgressions, one hand tangling in his hair as the other gripped on to the headboard behind you.
“Rhys, oh, Rhys!” You chanted his name like it was all you knew, welcoming the fire he had stoked in your core. He fully latched his mouth onto you, sucking hard as his fingers moved perfectly inside you. Your mouth opened in a silent shout as your orgasm took over, your body shaking against him. He pushed you through it, forcing you to take every ounce of pleasure he was gifting you. He licked and sucked and touched you like it was his greatest joy, the reason he had been put on this planet.
As your orgasm began to slow, he did not. “Again,” he commanded, the overstimulation turning you dumb. You were already sensitive, the fire in your core quickly growing again. You couldn’t help the way your hips rocked against his face, taking everything he could give you. Your second orgasm came quickly, your scream of his name echoing around the room. He worked you through it once more, prolonging every sensation. You were suspended in pleasure, stars dancing behind your eyes as you came harder than you ever had before.
He kissed your clit gently when you finally came down, moving back up to hover over you. You greedily pressed your lips to his, sighing at the taste of yourself on him. He groaned against your mouth, rocking his hips down on yours. You slid your hands down his body, undoing the clasp on his pants before shoving one inside the fabric. You couldn’t hide your gasp of excitement as you felt how big he was, desire already building back up inside of you. You broke from the kiss long enough to let him bare himself, mouth watering as you took him in. You reached for his cock, dismayed when he pushed you back to lie down. “Later,” he murmured, “I need to be inside of you now.”
You gladly laid back, legs spreading to welcome him. His gaze roved over you, a sense of disbelief that this was all his. He gave you a devilish smile as he moved on top of you, kissing you once more. Your nails found purchase on his back as he lined up with you, slowly pressing inch by delicious inch inside. Your mutual gasps of pleasure rang out as he hit home, fully seated inside you. “Rhys,” you moaned, nails dragging down his skin, “pull out your wings.” He groaned at your command, head falling to rest upon your shoulder.
“Fuck,” he whispered, “you are divine.” You were thrilled to see his wings appear, wasting no time in running your fingers over them. He growled against your skin as you did, hips rocking deeper into you. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that,” he warned, lifting his head up to look at you. You pushed your hips up in response, a wicked gleam in your eye.
Rhys got the message, beginning to thrust into you without abandon, tip bruising your cervix. You cried out at the mix of pleasure and pain, continuing to touch along his wings. You ran your fingers down to the base of them, knowing from experience how sensitive that area was. You knew you were correct when his lips met yours again, taking kisses from you like they were life sustaining.
You moved with each other, chasing your highs. He moved one hand down to brush against your wings, raw energy rocketing through your body. It became a game of sorts, trying to see who could tease the most. You dropped your lips from his, kissing down his neck as your fingers explored the soft leather of his wings. He groaned when you gave a sharp bite where his neck met his shoulder, leaving a mark of your own. “Mine,” you whispered on his skin, the word a drug to Rhys. His thrusts grew sloppy as he got close to his peak, your hips moving with his in encouragement.
With another bite and an unforgiving press along his wing, he was finished. He roared as he came deep inside you, filling you up. Your orgasm hit you not seconds later, your body tightening around him.
The two of you laid there, in a bubble of joy, for a long while after. When he finally pulled out your body ached for him, and you had half a mind to drag him back on top of you.
You likely would have, too, if the door hadn’t opened.
You screamed at the sight of your brother, grabbing the blanket and covering yourself. He screamed just as loud, jumping back and covering his eyes. “No! No! No!” He yelled, horrified at the scene.
Rhys laughed. “Maybe next time you should knock, old friend.”
Cassian gagged, walking out of the room. “That’s my sister, you freak!” He shouted as he did.
“She fucks better than you!” Rhys called back, an answering scream coming from your brother as he slammed the door shut.
You groaned, flopping back on the bed and covering your head with your pillow. Rhys laughed as he laid next to you, peeking at you under the fabric. “We need our own place,” you stated, words muffled.
“Mm,” he mused, kissing your exposed shoulder. “We do. Though I do so enjoy annoying your brother.”
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