“Yes,” I say, the word barely a whisper.
Her fingertips skim over the silken membrane again and my body jerks. She still has her hand on my growing boner. She squeezes, just slightly.
“Fuck, Farrah.”
The hand on my wing moves to my hair, her fingertips combing through the locks causing it to fall out of the low ponytail. But she doesn’t stop there. Her hands head toward my horns.
I take a step back.
“Wait,” I say, my breathing labored. I’m going to come in my pants if she keeps at it.
“Maybe I want you to make a mess in your pants,” she says, a mischievous smile across her face.
I look at the ceiling as if something up there can save me. I want the first time I come tonight to be inside my mate.
She closes the distance between us and slides her hands underneath my shirt.
“I’ve never been comfortable during sex,” she says. Her cold palms travel up my abs to find my nipples. She squeezes them between her thumb and index finger, and my cock responds by straining against the zipper of my pants. “But you make me comfortable. With myself. With sex. I’ve always been submissive. I always put men’s pleasure over my own.”
“Then let me fuck you and give you all the orgasms you deserve,” I say.
She shakes her head. “I’ve never made a man come by just my touch.”
“I don’t believe that.”
She shrugs. “Hand jobs, sure. But hand jobs are boring.”
“You want to give me a wing job? A horn job?” I ask, chuckling.
She licks her lips again, smiling shyly.
She’s still my little mouse. But she’s begging me to let this other side of her break free. She deserves that. I can give that to her.
I step away and take her hand, leading her into my bedroom. I leave her at the bed and walk to the wall of windows where there’s more space.
“Okay,” I say and fully unfurl my wings. They spread out from end to end. “Make me come by just your touch, Mouse.”
The way her face lights up lets me know this was the right decision.
She walks toward me slowly while she peels off her top. My eyes fall to her chest, and her bra is the next thing to go. Her tits fall out, and my mouth waters at the thought of taking a nipple between my lips and teeth. I move to do just that, but she holds up a finger, tsking at me.
“No touching,” she scolds.
She bends to slip off the skirt she’s wearing, followed by her tights and panties.
My eyes trail down my mate’s body, and I whimper with need.
“You’re being so patient, Loch.”
A low growl sounds within my throat at her praise.
“Oh, you like that, huh?”
I nod eagerly.
I never knew I needed her praise until now.
She stands before me and places her palms on my chest. Her touch is searing through the fabric of my shirt. She skims her hands up over my shoulders until reaching my neck. Standing on her tiptoes, she gives me a kiss on my lips. It’s too quick, and I lean in to chase her mouth when she pulls away.
