He was right—it was cold. But with his large, heated body at her back and his firm grip on her most intimate parts, she was warm enough.
“Good for human?” he rumbled in her ear, one of his fingers already stroking into her folds that were still stretched around his cock. His touch felt good, and his concern heated her even more.
“Mm,” she agreed, letting her head loll back onto his shoulder. “And for you?”
In answer, he squeezed her mound, using it to push and pull her on his cock, handling her easily. Fallen gods, it felt good.Hefelt good. And the slight seasoning of danger was exhilarating, like standing on the prow of a ship and leaning into the wind.
Evrard seemed surer of himself up here, with a lazy confidence to his rhythm that alternated with the beat of his wings. He was slow, almost languid in his strokes. This felt like the real him, this powerful creature who could look down on the world.
The gusts from his wingbeats tugged at her hair, whipping it around her face. The sensation of the air against her skin was incredible, and she felt awake in a way she didn’t except at sea—free and wild and uninhibited.
The cold was a distant memory, chased away by the heat of his body and the hypnotic warmth of his cock sliding in and out of her, the stroke of his fingers against her clit. He knew just how to touch her, just how to make her mad with desire.
He curved down to nip at her neck, his purr strengthening until she could feel it through her whole body. His teeth grazed her skin again, leaving a stinging line that his tongue traced back up her throat.
Maggie felt his cock thicken inside her, stretching her to her limit. His breath hot and ragged in her ear, she knew he was close. She ground her hips back against him, eliciting his groan.
“Want…seed?” he asked hoarsely.
It was shameful how much she wanted it. “You can spill inside me.”
His grip on her tightened, fingers digging into her flesh, and the base of his cock expanded dramatically inside her, far beyond anything she’d anticipated. The new girth stretched her to the very edge of pain, but the added pressure sent her over the edge.
Deep waves of pleasure rolled over her, slackening her muscles and stealing all her thoughts as his hot release poured into her, and hers gushed over his hand.
“Mine,” he hissed. “My Maggie.”
Then his wings contracted around them, blotting out the stars, and they fell.
Plummeting through the night, speared through her center, Maggie couldn’t draw a breath. It all felt like a dream, everything heightened and absurd. To feel so powerful and so helpless, so satisfied and so terrified all at once.
They would hit the ground soon. They would shatter against the rocks or splash into the sea. But what more fitting end? She couldn’t imagine one.
Chapter 8
A Dishonorable Task
Evrard
The moment he felt an updraft, his wings snapped out, arresting their freefall beneath the cloud layer. Maggie was limp in his arms. She’d trusted him enough to fly with him. To come apart in the moonlight. To take his seed. He’d never felt more honored.
His little gem whined, writhing on his still-pulsing knot as they glided, held aloft by the air currents.
“Shhh,” he soothed, holding her still so she wouldn’t pull off and damage herself. He adjusted her chemise and skirts to cover her and keep her warm. “Rest. Wait.”
“How long? I don’t know if I can bear it,” she whimpered, clutching at him.
“You can. Not long.” He tucked her head under his chin and wrapped his tail around her waist for extra security, wishing itwouldtake longer to part from her. Soon, he would have no more excuses to stay.
She calmed as he wheeled in easy circles above the village. Her breathing became more regular, and she began idly stroking the ridge of his tail where it crossed her body, which did nothing to help his cock soften. “Do you suppose the kitten’s still sleeping?”
He snorted, having spared not a single thought for the kitten. Crawling creatures could take care of themselves… most of them, anyway. Humans seemed to be the least capable.
“That’s my family’s cottage there.” She pointed below, where a lonely stone building hugged the edge of the cliff to the south of the village. Plain and sturdy, it wasn’t too different from the nest he was raised in. The thought comforted him. Its worn walls would protect her from the wind and its thick thatch from the rain while he was gone.
“Good,” he rumbled, flying nearer to it. A trickle of smoke from dying coals seeped from the chimney, and the windows were dark.
“They must be asleep already,” she murmured, sounding sleepy herself.
