“Fuck,” he growled through gritted teeth, his eyes dark and starved. “You touch me like that again and I’m going to ruin you.”
I didn’t stop.
My hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes, tightening just enough to make him hiss. His head dropped forward, a lowgroan rumbling through his chest as I dragged my thumb over the leaking tip.
“Iwantyou to lose control,” I whispered, voice wrecked and shaking. “I want to see youunravel.”
He snapped.
Varyth surged forward, his mouth crashing onto mine, tongue demanding and wild as he thrust harder into my fist. His hands slammed down on the desk on either side of me, caging me in, wings flaring wide behind him.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he growled into my mouth, rutting into my hand with a vicious rhythm. “This—fuck—this is what you turn me into.”
His hips stuttered, the movement erratic, desperate.
A wild, ruined creature of want.
And I fed on it.
I tightened my grip, dragging my hand slower just toseehim flinch, to see his jaw go tight and his muscles bunch under the strain of not justtaking.
But he grabbed my wrist, pulled it away from his cock, andshoved me flat against the desk.
His hand slid under my thigh, hitching it up, opening me again. The head of him pressed against my entrance, hot and hard andso fucking right.
“Then hold on, Isara,” he said, shaking with the weight of it, the want, thepromise.
He thrust into me in one brutal, claiming stroke. A strangled cry tore from my throat, my spine bowing as he filled me, setting every nerve in my body on fire. I clawed at his back.
“Fuck, Isara—” Varyth’s hands locked under my thighs as he lifted meoffthe desk, angling my hips to take himdeeper.
Andgods.
He didn’t fuck like a male. He fucked like astorm.
Every thrust was devastating, his hips slamming into mine with bruising force. The room blurred around me, nothing but the sound of skin on skin, the ragged rhythm of our breath, the low, ruined growls he bit against my throat like he couldn’t get close enough.
“Fuckingperfect,” he rasped.
He pounded into me again, and the deskcracked, one leg giving a violent lurch that sent papers spilling and inkwells shattering to the floor.
But Varyth didn’t stop. His grip bruised on my hips, his mouth a trail of violence and reverence down my neck, his mist coiling tighter around my waist like it needed to hold metogether.
“You’re mine, Isara,” he growled against my lips.
“Yours,” I choked out. “Yours.”
He groaned, like I’d just shattered something vital in him, and then his wings flared wide behind him, glinting like burnished gold dipped in blood and starlight.
I reached for them.
My fingers slid along the edge of one wing, tracing the curve with reverent awe, and everything changed.
Varyth went rigid. His entire body locked, a sound tearing from his throat that was all shock, like I’d just touched lightning with my bare hands.
“Isara.” My name was a broken prayer, a warning, a plea all at once.
I traced higher, fingers ghosting over the joint where wing met shoulder blade. The wing trembled under my touch, and Varyth’s hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering completely.
