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Tender Touch (1)
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Rhys was adamant about holding onto Amira’s ass while she leaned over him and started to inspect his injury. She almost rolled her eyes as his hands squeezed. Ignoring her desire and his, which was strongly prodding her, making it hard to resist such temptations, Amira started peeling back the eye patch.Rhys’ hands gripped a little tighter on her, and she knew this was bothering him more than he previously let on. Amira kept her features neutral as she gazed at his wound. A cut ran across his eyes, and the eyelid was shut, preventing her from seeing his blue eyes. But without seeing it, Amira knew it would be bloodied. The patch had been a temporary measure until the king returned to the palace. “What happened?” Amira questioned quietly as she began to gently press a warm, damp cloth to the area. “Why has the wound not yet healed? They used aconite or silver?”“Both,” Rhys breathed out. “I didn’t think they had access to either,” Amira murmured but didn’t say more when Rhys gave he
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Amira sighed against Rhys' lips, feeling the exquisite thrill run through her from the press of his erection against her lacy underwear, causing friction against her sensitive folds. Everywhere he touched, sparks tingled along her skin. The warmth in her chest added to the overstimulating sensations running through her body. They'd barely moved, yet Rhys' touch set her aflame with a needy desire. His tongue explored her mouth while his hands roamed her thighs. Amira couldn't help but relax into him, her breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him back just as fervently. There was almost an urgency to their movements, their hands exploring each other. Amira was more aware of Rhys' injuries, though, no matter how much she was being swept away by this desire to be entangled with the Alpha King. All day, she'd been anxious about Rhys, and he returned in this state. She wanted to kiss away all the pain and embrace him tightly. It was a startling realisation that there was more
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Rhys began dressing, ignoring the pain shooting through his body as he watched his mate unknowingly pout. Amira grabbed the nightie from the side, but he playfully slapped her hand away. “Where are you going?” He leaned towards Amira, causing her butt to fall onto the bedsheets. She was a delight to look upon. Rhys’ hungry gaze moved along her body, wanting to mark every inch of her soft skin as his. Amira parted her lips to answer, but Rhys’ lips connected with her throat, his tongue and teeth enticing her eyes to close to the sensitive flesh being caressed and nipped at. His lips brushed along her skin teasingly until they stopped by the shell of her ear. His body encased her; all she could smell was him; all she could see was him and his powerful presence. His Alpha genes had her thighs tightening together for some form of relief. “I want you to stay here, naked, and keep my bed warm until I get back,” his whisper caressed the nerve endings of her core, and she found herself gulp
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Amira stirred to the tingling sensation between her legs. Her brows tugged together, her eyes still shut. She was in a state of sleep and awake, but confusion kept her body still. Yet, she was aroused. She could tell from how sensitive the sheets felt against her naked skin. The brush of the silk rubbed at her tightened nipples. Not only that, but her core was tingling with a desire that made her lips part with a gasp. A pressure, slow and teasing, brushed through her folds and flicked at the top of her clit, making her head tip back. A low groan left her as the sensation continued, building her up until she wanted more. More sensation, more pressure. Just more. Was she having a sex dream? Slowly, Amira became more aware of the rest of her body. Her legs were spread wide, with something heavy keeping them down. She bit her lip as she realised what was between her legs and how their technique changed. A light nip at the top of Amira’s clit sent her over the edge, an edge she didn
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~ Amira ~With a deep sigh, Amira covered her eyes after seeing the casting shadows of candlelight in the bedroom she’d fled three nights before. Since Rhys didn’t tell her what she wanted to know, the she-wolf had been avoiding him. Bash had kept her company, attempting to force the pair together, and she even ran into Alpha Evander. The hybrid appeared pissed, his ire aimed at her and Rhys, though she did not understand why. When she attempted to lose him and sit in the gardens by herself to think things over, he followed and asked why she was avoiding the king. Now, she was back in Rhys’ body.Days without seeing it, without seeing him, and the Moon Goddess switched them once more. It would be nice to remain in her body, but Artemis deems this little hiccup worthy of switching them back. “Rhys, Harrington has been imprisoned under Amira’s orders when she was king.” Alright, his Beta really deserves a holiday. This was early, even for Amira. “The maid Bash was screwing has now fou
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~ Rhys ~ Standing by Amira’s side, Rhys was feeling incredibly down. It was like a rain cloud hovered over him; everything seemed gloomy even though the day was bright, the sun shining through the multi-coloured windows of the Great Hall. Rhys’ body ached, particularly his breasts. The corset was not helping. He asked Lyra, one of Amira’s maids, to loosen it, yet it still felt incredibly restrictive, and it was almost like overnight Amira’s breasts had grown. He wouldn’t complain if only he was in his body not feeling like this. It was awful. The turquoise dress chosen looked brilliant against Amira’s skin tone, yet he felt somewhat bloated and with some discomfort in his back and stomach. Due to this, Rhys could not focus much whilst Amira acted out his duties as king. Shifting a little from one foot to the other, the boots uncomfortable, everything uncomfortable, he watched as Amira followed the process of making Alpha Evander a Duke. There was a little pride swelling in his ches
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~ Rhys ~Amira sighed, turning to face him, but the Alpha was already nursing another drink, his head flopped on the back of the sofa, his hand rubbing at the side of his head. Watching Amira control the situation put him at ease, but it didn’t stop the pounding in his head, the ache in his breasts or the sudden pain in his stomach. They should talk, but how could he when he was in pain?!“Amira…” He hissed through clenched teeth. The rogue sat beside him, frowning at his pained expression. Goddess, his lower abdomen felt as though it was being squeezed, and whatever grip it had wouldn’t release. On top of that, his body ached like he was unwell like he was feverish; wait, he did have a fever! He was so hot! Rhys shifted in his seat after the pain transferred to his lower back. “What is wrong with your body?!” He snapped, eyes flicking open as he glared at her. Amira frowned, watching him with confusion. “I haven’t done anything that would make me unwell. I rarely fall ill…” Like m
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~ Rhys ~Although Alpha Evander was the one to order his Beta and Bash to stand outside their door while they made up, the pair still moved aside when Amira pushed open the door, holding his hand, announcing they’d made up and wanted to return to her room. Now, the pair were in Amira’s room, where she led Rhys to the sofa. He eyed the bed but decided it was a little pathetic of him to go straight to bed when he wasn’t even ill.Amira and other women dealt with this each month. He knew from the servants that no woman had time off. So, they especially never remained in bed, put up with these symptoms, and continued to work. Ugh, but how?! It was absolutely horrid! And to think he wasn’t even… you know… bleeding or anything yet!While Rhys curled in on himself, Amira handed him the blanket from the bed before leaving the bed chamber. He thought she’d had enough of his grumbling and moaning and left him to it. But she returned after some time with a large leather water pouch and handed it
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