“You should order a sandwich. So, I can comedeliverfor you.”
Satine giggles, and then her face disappears. Sensing her lingering, I dip my hand into the water, as if checking the temperature.
At first, the caress is gentle, barely noticeable. Then, my fingers experience a warm, firm suck along with the dragging pressure of a tongue.
“Naughty mate,” I growl under my breath.
There is a gurgle of water that sounds like a laugh. Then, her presence fades from my awareness, and I know she’s drifted into the mass of Lake Galen.
Leaving me fully hard.
Standing, I adjust myself and hope my dick calms down before I get to the café. I wish Satine could come to the coffee shop like everyone else. Then, I’d pull her into the storage closet and make her wings flap there.
She’d probably knock everything off the shelves. Heath would be pissed.
The thought has me grinning, but the spike of happy anticipation tumbles away when I acknowledge that she can’t.
Yet.
I settle on the cushy seat of my scooter and clip the helmet strap under my chin, giving my skull some relief from the relentless summer sun. As I accelerate through town, wind in my beard, clear path of the future ahead of me, I command myself to hope. In the past few months, I’ve heard of more inter-mythic couples hooking up.
Can’t believe the traditional mythics thought they could stick a whole bunch of us in one place and not expect some cross-species hanky-panky. Maybe the monster stigma is dying as a new, open-minded generation grows into adulthood. Maybe townsfolk will realize that monsters are an important part of the future.
Maybe these are wild hopes, born from my longing to see the woman I love happy.
But I know one fact for sure.
Things are changing in Folk Haven.
