Her breathed hitched. When her eyes slowly opened, our gazes locked and held. How was it possible that she was most the exquisite, beautiful creature? I liked beautiful things. Once, I hadn’t thought her beautiful at all. Now? I couldn’t look away. I reveled in every sloping, unsymmetrical line of her face, in every gleam of gold in her hazel eyes.
“Again.”
“Kyrana,” I murmured more gruffly, sliding a hand up the back of her neck, into her hair, cradling her skull as I shifted my hips. Millie pushed forward, seeking. I blew out a sharp breath when the head of my cock met her heat. And when she slid down with a slow pump of her hips? I groaned, “Vaan.”
Millie’s eyes were wide though determined. Obviously we were mismatched in size, and it took everything in me not to selfishly demand more of her, to keep my hips still, pinned in place as she adjusted herself over me.
When she sank down even further, another muted curse fell from my lips. I gritted my teeth, another strenuous test of my control descending upon me. From her neck, my eyes fastened on a bead of dark red blood trailing from the wound I hadn’t closed. Leaning forward, I lapped at it before latching my fangs into her.
A desperate moan tumbled from Millie. Her hips bucked as my venom flowed, as I lapped at her delicious blood, as it coated my tongue. Both a comfort and a curse.
She was moving more purposefully over me, sinking down, stretching herself wide with my cock. One of my hands was in her hair, holding her in place as I fed. The other was pressed into the floor, grappling for control. I heard the shrill scratch of my claws when they curled, when she sank down as far as she could, the swell of my knot the only thing preventing her from going farther.
“Gods, your cock feels so good, Kythel,” came her breathless moan. Another dizzying blow to my control.
“Millie,” I said against her neck. “Cease speaking.”
“Why?” she laughed, rocking her hips. A gentle grind that made me hit places inside her that made her gasp.
“It’s taking everything in me not to flip you over and fuck you the way I need to,” I growled. “So cease speaking until I can—”
“So grumpy, even when you have a naked woman on top of you,” she teased, kissing the edge of my jaw. She swiveled her hips in small, maddening circles. Under my breath, I prayed to Alaire, the god of mercy. I didn’t need to embarrass myself at the hands or hips of mykyrana. “It’s a good thing you feel so perfect inside me, or else I might not put up with you.”
A unrecognizable sound rose from me, my tight control snapping at her flirtatious teasing. Before she could blink, I had us flipped, using my wings to help push me off the floor, one of them banging against the table, but I paid the dull pain no mind.
Millie was breathing hard, staring up at me in delighted surprise and anticipation. A drip of her blood ran down the back of her shoulder from her neck, plopping onto the stone underneath her. It took everything in me not to lick it up. It took everything in me not to consume every part of her, as greedy for her as I was.
“Put up with me?” I asked, grabbing her legs swiftly and tugging them open obscenely wide. I grinned down at her, gaze running over her bared body, humming when I brushed my fingers over the pink folds of her slick cunt. Positioning my cock at her entrance, I pushed forward, a ragged cry escaping her when she found herself filled so suddenly. “You’ll do a lot more than that by the end of the night,kyrana. That I promise you.”
I caught the flutter of a smile on the edge of her lips, even as her walls clenched around my cock.
“Looking forward to it,” she said. “Now, Kythel?”
I grunted, sinking more deeply into the cradle of her thighs. Her scent was all around me, but it was her smile that made me want to do anything she asked.
“Make good on your threat,” she told me. Her arms trailed up my wrists, stroking up my forearms, my shoulders. “I’m yours.”
CHAPTER29
MILLIE
As if my words sparked a challenge, Kythel became like a male possessed.
A switch flipped. His winter-sea eyes morphed into a color so deeply blue that they appeared black and endless. His hips drew back. He pushed forward, and all the breath was wrung from my lungs. Another powerful thrust made me moan before I could even recover from the first. And then he wasn’t stopping.
A tumble of rough, deep sounds tore from him as he fucked me.
“Is this what you want?” he asked above me, his face flickering with the licks of the flames from the fire. Half in shadow, half illuminated. “Is this what you’ve been craving,sasiral?”
“Yes,” I breathed, letting my thighs widen even further for him.
I’d had sex before…but then there wasthis. This consuming, otherworldly, intense act that made me wonder if I could ever be normal again after it.
Every slide of his cock made me see stars, bursting bright in my vision. Rough sounds tumbled from his throat—small, huffing, erotic moans that made me clench tighter around him, as if afraid he would pull away.
My fingernails bit into his back before sliding down, encountering the joint of one wing. Stroking the rough skin there, I heard another groan, and I smiled.
“Sensitive?” I wondered, fascinated. All the places I ached to explore.
