“Your skin feels divine beneath my feathers, too.”
Another shiver wound through Dex’s body. “Don’t stop.” He braced both hands against Luc’s wings and rubbed their chests together.
“Careful,” Luc warned as Dex’s hard cock leaked against his stomach. “You aren’t getting off again tonight.”
Dex moaned, his motions slowing to a stop. “Okay. I’ll be good.”
“Yes, you will.” Luc kissed his nose. “We should go to sleep if you’re done eating.”
Dex stroked Luc’s wing. “But then the night will be over.”
“Is that a bad thing? We can do it all again. I’m not abandoning you. You may not be my prisoner, but you’re mine, and I’m yours.”
Dex withdrew his hand, running it along the healed skin of his neck as if searching for Luc’s bite. “You’re right, none of that’s bad.” A yawn drowned out the last word.
Luc set the empty water glass and the single uneaten cookie on his new bedside table and pulled Dex beneath the blankets. “Sleep, and we’ll go to breakfast in the morning. Nothing is over, my dear. That’s a promise.”
20
DEX
“Dex,” a low voice hummed, sending shivers down his spine.
“Mmm,” he groaned and pressed his face further into the pillow.
“Wake up,” Luc taunted.
The covers disappeared from Dex’s back, leaving him exposed to cool air.
“Hey.” Dex reached blindly behind him, but couldn’t find the covers. He turned his head and peered at Luc.
“Good morning.” Luc’s red-lipped smile was as bright as the sun streaming through the windows. His wings were gone, but his horns still framed his face. “It’s time for breakfast.”
He sounded so damn excited that Dex’s heart clenched.
A buzzing sounded from the other side of the bed, and Luc turned away. “Someone sent you a text message.”
“You have my phone?” Dex rolled onto his side, rubbing a hand over his face. He was lucky his phone hadn’t been lost in the street, where Luc had shredded his clothes.
Heat flooded his body. God. He’d really done that. And he’d do it again. If Luc told him to run naked through the Sundaymorning crowd, Dex would jump to it. No hesitation and no regrets.
“I grabbed it when I tackled you.” Luc handed the phone over. “It should be charged.”
“Thanks.” Leave it to Luc to remember the little things when he was giving Dex the night of his life.
Dex unlocked the phone. Fuck. He’d forgotten brunch with Ollie.
Ollie:
What time do you want to come over? I just woke up.
Dex:
Me too. Can I come by this afternoon instead? Lunch? Or we can do dinner?
Ollie:
For sure. Come by later this afternoon. We can game and get pizza.
