“This is fucking hot,” he said, tips of his fingers playing over the delicate material.
“One of my oread’s most ingenious designs. Doesn’t get in the way of my wings.”
“What’s an oread?”
She laughed. “Like a, um, servant, but not human. She’s a type of mountain nymph.”
His chin lowered. “In that case, let me take a closer look.”
His lips trailed down her neck as his hands slid along her sides to the band of the bra. She felt his fingers work at the base of her back, unfastening the clasp. Her nipples hardened at the feel of the cool air when he finally tossed it aside, and then came the slick heat of his tongue flicking against one rosy peak.
Her trill came again, but this time the instincts of her inner dragon exponentially increased her need. Her fingernails scraped along the back of his shoulders. She felt his muscles shift under her fingers and his mouth move to her other breast, drawing her nipple out and sending fire licking the underside of her skin, straight to her core. Every cell in her body was flooded with the desire to mate. He was human. He was vulnerable. She should be wary of any permanent connection that might form between them. But sheneededto make him hers. It was a deep, carnal need that sent her hands coasting down his abs to his waistband, her nails grazing through the trail of hair that led to… Yes, there he was, heavy and warm in her hand.
“Damn, baby. Take it slow.” He nibbled on her bottom lip.
Slow was not what she had in mind. Trailing kisses along his collarbone, she guided his hand to her sex, placing his fingers right where she needed them.
He cursed. “Fast then.”
With a thrust of his body, he spun her around and pushed her facedown on the bed. Her panties were off in her next breath. And then he had her by the hips, lifting her onto her knees. His fingers found her core again, but it was his other hand, stroking the underside of her wing, that made her pant in earnest. By the Mountain, she might combust.
“Yeah, like this. You love it when I touch these.” His hand stroked along her wing again, and all her limbs trembled. A moan escaped her lips.
She felt him press against her, flesh to flesh.
“Do you want this, Rowan?”
“Yes,” she begged, breathless with need.
The sound of tearing paper made her glance back to watch him roll on a condom. He slid into her then, slowly, working himself in and out until he completely filled her from behind. Her body pulsed around him, adjusting to his size, his girth. Deep inside her, he paused to lean over her back, his hands stroking out along her wings.
“What do you like?” He pulled back slowly, then thrust in, hard and fast.
She released a soft mew. He massaged the base of her wing, then reached under and around her waist, up between her breasts, and plucked at one of her nipples with his fingers.
He thrust into her again and again. She could feel the sweet tension build within her, her inner dragon rolling, coming alive. And then he lowered himself across her back and licked along the most sensitive part of her wing.
An orgasm rang through her like a bell.
“Oh yeah, baby. I like that,” he whispered into her ear in a deep voice that seemed to stroke her from the inside. “Let’s see if we can do it again.”
He gripped the edge of her wings with both hands and started to move again. The gentleness he’d exhibited before was gone. He thrust into her hard and fast, finding a rhythm with his body that left her breathless. The pleasure she’d felt before was a shadow of what was building in her now. It flowed from all directions and collided at the apex of her thighs in a supernova of heat and pleasure that made her cry out. Rowan found herself completely lost to it. She rode the aftershocks, her wings straightening, going rigid as one orgasm after another rocked her body.
And then his hands were in her hair and she felt him buck inside her. She reveled in his release.Mine, she thought.Tell me. Tell me I am yours.
But he said nothing.
They collapsed onto the bed, his arms gathering her against his chest.
“Nick, tell me what this means to you.”
He buried his face in her hair. “That was… incredible.” He kissed her gently on the temple.
She wanted more. She wanted him to claim her, to say he wanted her and her alone. But she didn’t get a chance to broach the subject. Just then, a high-pitched beeping sound tore through the apartment and he pulled away from her.
“Smoke alarm,” he grumbled. He bounded off the bed and out of the room.
The pyrotechnics stopped going off in her torso and she blinked rapidly, trying to regain her composure. On shaky legs, she climbed from the bed and pulled her dress over her head, then found him in the kitchen removing a smoking, crispy black chicken from the oven.
