She smiles, and before she can shuffle away I close in on her, catching her up on the counter with my wings. Genevive slips under my webbing, but Summer cannot escape. Leaning down, I cup her face and lift it to mine.
I lick my teeth. “Summer.”
It’s all I can say, pushing between her legs, pressing my cock against her. With a single tear from my claw, I could have her bared to me.
“Good evening,” she whispers, her voice breathy, her lips moist and pouted.
“You’re not still sore?” I nip her lower lip—she gives a soft sigh.
“I was sore this morning, not anymore. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Good. I will make you sore tonight.”
We stare at each other, and as time seems to still, I bask in the moment, marveling that she’s here, that she’s mine. That I am about to be inside her body all over again.
Sky blue,I decide. That’s the shade of her eyes, blue like I imagine the sky on a sunny day. Blue as Summer should be, clear of clouds. I memorize the color, so even when I’m trapped in the darkness, I can summon the hue at will.
Summer… My delectable little human who has awakened me in more ways than one.
She looks different today. Her hair is down, and she wears more paint on her face. Breathing her in, her emotions tug at me, scattered. She’s aroused in a way that makes her uncomfortable and apprehensive. There’s a reason for it, one I can’t quite detect.
It’s not fear, like the evenings before. And when I inhale, nothing demonic comes to me. Her apprehension eludes me.
There will be no secrets between us.
“What is it?” I demand, searching her face. “What is distressing you?”
Her gaze darts away and she remains silent. I wait patiently.
“I… um… I’m wearing lingerie.” She wiggles. I blink, not sure what this word means, and she gulps for air, looking away. “It was a stupid idea. I’m so uncomfortable.”
I don’t like seeing her so afflicted over something I do not know. “What islingerie?”
Her eyes drift back to mine. Her cheeks turn red.
Is she ill? Sniffing her neck, I sense no sickness.
“Oh.” Her mouth stops there, her pretty lips parted in surprise. “It’s, umm… Oh, god, you’re sniffing me. This is not a conversation I expected to have.” She laughs nervously. “It may be easier if I show you.”
“Show me?” I lean back and scan her clothes, seeing nothing unusual about them.
She slides her butt to the back of the counter. “You make me nervous when you look at me like that.”
“I want to see this lingerie,” I growl. “I want to know what it is.”
She’s even more apprehensive than before. I do not like it.
“Maybe we should talk first?”
I snarl the word “No” scanning her body again. Shapely and petite, there is nothing different about her.
“Okay.” She huffs. “Stand back so I can undress.”
My gaze narrows, but I do as she says, my wings still caging her.
Does this have something to do with her brands?
Did she… adorn them?
