“No, surprisingly. I think you’re cooling off.” I hold a palm to his head.
“Fever’s fed,” he mumbles, his eyes drooping.
It suddenly dawns on me that we’re in the middle of the living room. “Um, should we move to the bedroom before Zaire gets an eyeful?”
“He’s been in his room watching a movie with Bones since we came in from outside.”
“How do you know that?”
“He’s my Firetender.”
“You have a psychic bond with him as well?”
“Yup.” His hand covers his mouth as he yawns. “Sleepy. Give me ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes until what?”
He pops an eye open, now deep blue again. “Round two,” he rumbles.
“Oh!” I grin, resting my head and feeling completely content. After a few minutes, his breath evens out and I’m pretty sure he’s asleep.
I should have some anxiety about what just happened. I bound myself to a creature I never knewexisted until three weeks ago. Bound in a way that I’m pretty sure is a bigger commitment than marriage. And as if that isn’t the most illogical decision I’ve ever made, we didn’t use protection. Strangely though, I’m not worried about it. The idea of having Connor’s baby doesn’t scare me at all. I can picture it actually, as clearly as I’d pictured him in my imagination before we met when I created Henrik. A little boy with Connor’s blue eyes and my auburn hair. I never thought I’d want that, but I do. I imagine holding him on my hip, watching Little League games, his father teaching him to fly.
Lips press to the top of my head, and I’m suddenly aware that Connor is no longer breathing evenly. In fact, his enormous cock is rock-hard again and jabbing into my stomach. The pounding of his heart is a steady thump against my chest.
“That was barely a minute,” I whisper, fluttering a kiss along his jaw.
“How do you expect me to sleep with you projecting images of our would-be child into my head?” Somehow, although it seems to defy the law of gravity, he flexes his wings and we rise together, me cradled in his arms. He walks me into his bedroom. “All I can think about now is putting a babe in your belly.”
Heat creeps from my jaw to my hairline. “You heard that?”
“Loud and clear.” He throws me down on the duvet, and I bounce once before settling into the mattress.
“You’re so good at reading my mind.” I roll onto my hands and knees, then crawl to where he stands at the end of the bed, spreading my thighs as I sit back on myheels. I wrap my hand around his massive cock and stroke from base to tip. Leaning forward, I run my tongue around the ridge, reveling in how he hisses when I draw him entirely into my mouth. He tastes of me, of us, and I hum in appreciation. “What am I thinking about now?”
“Creator Blessed, Fi, what you do to me.” His hands are in my hair, gathering it into a ponytail behind my head.
I send him images of what I see, what I’m feeling. What he looked like to me the first time I saw him. The brightness of his smile as we walked in the sun. The feel of his hand on my face. The relief I felt when he unchained Alex. I parade out one happy thought after another as I hollow my cheeks and suck him deep. He growls his appreciation, but it’s that mating purr I feel inside me, like vibrating silk being threaded through the tapestry of my inner workings. Our souls are weaving together ever tighter, with every minute we touch. Every stroke of flesh on flesh.
He slides out of my mouth and reaches down to haul me up his chest, his mouth finding mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. He slides into me easily, smooth and hard as slick steel. It’s only been a few minutes since our first joining but having him inside me again is a relief. Why did I wait so long to do this?
He starts to move, his fingers lifting me by the thighs as he braces a foot on one of the leather ottomans for leverage. My nails are in his hair and then scraping along the strip of flesh between his shoulders where his wings join his back. His purr grows louder. He loves it when Istroke his wings. I follow that feeling, gripping one of the talons that hook from the apex and stroking the edge of his opposite wing. His hands circle my waist and he unleashes himself, lifting me and sinking into me, driving an impossibly fast rhythm.
This time my orgasm doesn’t bloom but explodes. It rocks through me, and I toss my head back and cry out. Everything is gone but a shower of stars, and then I’m on my back on the bed, my inner muscles squeezing as heat fills me again and his growl of pleasure rings in my ears. We’re both flying, our souls bound together in some endless tunnel of light while our bodies remain tethered to the earth.
It’s a long time before we come back down again.
“I am covered in you,” I say a while later, glancing down at the evidence of our lovemaking all over my lower belly and inner thighs.
“As it should be,” he mumbles through a lazy smile. He sweeps me off the bed and carries me into his adjacent bathroom, sitting me on the edge of the tub while he adjusts the knobs.
“I’m going to forget how to walk if you keep carrying me around like that.”
He kisses away my smile. “I’m okay with that.”
I watch the water rise in the enormous tub, and my thoughts settle back to earth like spindrift on the needles of evergreens.
“What happens now?” I ask, suddenly feeling breathless.
