Jath launched forward, taking me to the wet ground beneath him. I landed in the squelching grass, but not hard. His forearms took the brunt of the fall, holding me up. Then he slipped his arms out, and his wings folded over us. A feathered shelter within the cocoon of rain. Everything disappeared. My oblivion became Jath. His searing stare. His powerful body. His hips pushing my thighs apart. And that erection. He shoved it against me, and I groaned. I knew I shouldn't let him do this, but I couldn't bring myself to stop him. And I knew he'd soon remember he hated me anyway. It would just be some kissing.
My stare lowered to his mouth.
“Ember,” Jath whispered brokenly, then kissed me.
I was writhing. Moaning. Grasping at Jath as if he could save my life. Again. There was no hesitation. No doubt. My hands went to his belt and fumbled with the buckle as he kissed me. That rolling pleasure made my hands shake. But as wrapped up in our kiss as Jath was, his hands were steady. He didn't bother with my belt, just pushed it up along with my tunic, then unbuttoned my pants. I couldn't do the same, not with his Makhan tunic. The thing wrapped in a complicated pattern to accommodate his wings and was too tight to push up. So I continued with the belt. I had just made it to the ties of his tunic when he yanked my pants down.
Moving down, Jath grabbed my left boot and pulled it off. He followed that with my left pants leg. Then he was back at my mouth, groaning through our kiss. And I was back at his tunic.
What was I doing? I didn't know and didn't care. Couldn't have stopped if I tried. I was touching Jath, he was touching me, and neither of us was running away. I wanted this so badly that nothing else mattered. I'd take as much as I could get. Half naked in the rain, with only one pant leg off? Yes, please. Give me more.
Jath pushed my hands away and handled his tunic himself, pushing the panels open and leaving them to hang as he moved on to his pants. It all happened so fast. One second, we were kissing, and the next, Jath had my legs up and was pushing them down toward my chest, one of them dragging an empty pants leg along for the ride. And then his mouth was on me, consuming my cock until my mind spun, and I grabbed the back of my knees to hold myself for him. Jath groaned, sucked ardently, and bobbed over my shaft, sending enough pleasure zinging to my brain to stop those warning bells from clanging. Then, with a popping sound, he moved off my shaft and dove for my ass. A great trembling ran through me again, but I managed to pull my legs back even further, presenting him with what he was after. Jath buried his face between my lower cheeks and licked.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered. “Fuck. Yes. Oh, please.”
I had no control over my words and my body seemed to likewise act on its own, legs splaying out until my feet brushed Jath's wings. His tongue lathed at me, getting me dripping wet, then delved inside. White blanked my mind. Or maybe it was lightning. I didn't know. Couldn't process what was happening. Was Jath really tongue-fucking me? Holy fuck.
Suddenly, Jath pulled back, rising to his knees, and took my legs from me. He propped them on his shoulders and, with one hand gripping my only bare ass cheek, he used the other to guide himself to my entrance. Reason threatened to return then, a panic rising from my chest. But it was too late.
He was inside me.
Jathalion was inside me.
Jath's cock worked in and out quickly, gaining depth despite the mediocre lubricant. I could only gasp as he settled firmly within my channel, no protests leaving my lips. It was done, no stopping it. Because now that Jath was inside me, moving possessively deeper and deeper, I wanted nothing more. Only this. Only him. This moment, with his body moving inside mine and his stare locked on my face, I wanted to last forever. My cock bobbed and wept for him. My heart raced. And when Jath bent over me, folding me in two, I clung to his powerful arms.
Rain dripped past the barrier of his wings, running down our naked bodies. I didn't care. I loved it. Wanted more.
Lightning limned his dark feathers.
Thunder boomed.
Jath fucked me like a wild thing, perfectly at home in the storm.
Jathalion was grunting. His teeth bared. There was no tenderness to him. No civility. But there was passion. So much passion. At the height of every thrust, he jerked against me as if he wanted to go even deeper. As if he couldn't get deep enough. And those brilliant green eyes. Oh, sweet Goddess. I couldn't look away from them. They pierced me as surely as his flesh.
“Jath,” I whispered.
“Shut up,” Jath growled. “Shut the fuck up and take my cock.”
Excitement ran up my spine, and I had no idea why.
Then Jath slammed against me, flattening my ass, and lifted his head to cry out. That cry sounded wounded, and his body trembled as he poured into me. Seeing him climax brought me close, but when he fell forward onto his hands, I was still hard. Still aching.
And disappointed.
Jath lowered my legs as he withdrew. I lay on the wet ground beneath him and stared at his cock. Long and limp. Rain dripped down his chest and over it. I looked away.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Jath said.
My stare shot back to his shaft to see it hardening.
Jath pulled at my hip. “I'm not fucking done with you yet, Ember. Get your ass in the air. I'm going to fuck you out of my head. And you're going to take everything I have to give you because you want it as much as I do.”
I had started to turn over. Eagerly, in fact. But when he said that bit about getting me out of his head, I stopped. “No. Fuck you, Jath! I thought . . .”
“What?” He leaned down to bring our faces together. “That this was the start of a relationship? You don't get to claim me by finally putting out.”
“Finally putting out? What the fuck?!”
