He was right, of course. I knew that, but at times, I felt guilty for defying what had been expected and was still expected of me. To make up for it, I had to be utterly perfect, to prove I made the right choice, to be better than expected.
“You are enough,” Wyn said, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “You, Monqilcolnen, just as you are is more than enough.”
I took a shaky inhale.
My eyes latched onto his perfect blue ones, and I moaned at the sight of him. I’d always had this need to go to space, even before I’d been soul tested. I’d known the stars were where I belonged.
I held his face between my palms. “My soul led me to you.”
Wyn tried to duck his head, but I didn’t allow him to. I knew without a doubt my inner fire, my soul, and fate itself had led me right to this man.
Chapter 46
Do you remember your safe word?
I leaned back in the shower and pressed against Monqilcolnen, who traced kisses down the column of my neck. We’d remained in bed for quite some time before he’d finally gotten up to get me some water and supplements to take away the rest of my alcohol poisoning.
Monqilcolnen dragged his claws over my chest, tracing my nipples and making me moan. My cock started to firm up in a hurry, and I wasn’t alone. The hard length of Monqilcolnen’s shaft slid between my butt cheeks. His thick cock scraped pleasantly over my clenching hole, stealing gasps and low cries from me. Every brush sent sparks up my spine and down thelength of my tail. The sensation was overwhelming, and yet at the same time, it wasn’t enough. I needed so much more.
His trailing fingers kept getting closer and closer to my cock, making me whine but he never quite reached it. No matter how much I bucked my hips to entice him, his hands stayed away, tickling and teasing my sharp hip bones. I wiggled, grinding against his cock, and his breath stuttered. Still nothing.
Before I could complain, Monqilcolnen said against my neck, “I want you to fuck me.”
“W-what?” I asked, not able to process anything he was saying because of my growing desperation for him.
“I want to feel you taking me, Wyn.”
I offered my throat, and he bit me, teeth holding onto me to the point of pain. I groaned, writhing. Monqilcolnen finally released my neck, then bathed the spot clean.
“Do you wish to?” he asked.
“I thought you didn’t liked to be fucked?”
“I don’t often allow someone to fuck me, but you’re not anyone, Wyn. I desire this so badly. I need to feel you inside of me. Please take me.”
It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy fucking someone—I did—but Monqilcolnen had made it clear in the beginning about his preference, so I hadn’t expected it. But if he needed it… Something deep within me surged at the thought of claiming Monqilcolnen.
“I will,” I panted.
“Will you wear your harness?”
My arousal vanished so fast I felt dizzy from the rapid change. “You don’t like my wings?”
The sadness and betrayal was so obvious in my voice and I hated it, but Monqilcolnen wasn’t a random partner who disliked my wings or treated me badly. He was… He was… Different. He was mine. How could he want them to be out ofsight? How could he want to diminish me or make me hide a part of myself?
“Oh, Peace, I love them.” Monqilcolnen traced kisses over my smaller wing, licking and tracing it with his tongue. Sparks shot through my wing and down my spine, gathering in my groin and reigniting my cock. I whimpered, though I refused to submit to the same arousal as before.
He growled against my ear, “I want you above me, fucking me with your wings spread wide to guard me as you claim me as your prize.”
I swallowed.
“I want to play, like we did in the experience. I want you to hold my throat and make me surrender control to you. I want the black leather bands stark against your purple scales. I want them to rub and scrape against me while you make me yours and only yours.”
“Monqilcolnen,” I whined, grinding against his hard cock.
“Do you wish to?”
“Yes. Star, yes.”
