I shook my head at the odd pair, then continued to me and mine’s. I carried Wyn to the bed and gently laid him on the impossibly soft blanket Mistress Kel’yeena had given him. He didn’t even react, still fast asleep. I kissed his temple, nuzzling him. He smelled strongly of musty body odor with a hint of a floral fragrance—I’d never smelled anything better.
With slow movements, I stripped his clothes off, then unbuckled the harness holding his wings. They didn’t immediately open. Spots where the leather had rubbed his scales were clearly visible. I kissed the marks, my tongue cleaning the raw scales, and then slowly opened his wings.
Wyn moaned, waking.
“It’s me, Peace. Just me.”
“Star, it hurts.”
“It won’t in a few moments.” I bit back the urge to cry as I slowly unfolded his wings. The second they were stretched out on the bed, I gently massaged them, working small circles over the hard bone on top and then the soft membrane to assist with circulation.
“How does it feel?” I asked, trailing kisses over his wings.
“Better. Don’t stop.”
I continued to care for my mate.
“I smell.” Wyn buried his face in the blanket. “I didn’t want to smell when you saw me again.”
I dragged my tongue over his spine, and he moaned, his tail coiling around my neck in a loose necklace. I bit the delicate scales between his wings and continued to lick and suck on him, reveling in the salty taste of him.
“Don’t move,” I told him, and Wyn stayed stretched out on the bed.
When I tried to leave, his tail tightened. “No. Don’t leave.”
I dragged my claws over his tail, eliciting a shiver. “I shall be right back.”
After he let me go, I got a cloth and wet it with warm water. I wiped him down, focusing on the spots where the harness had rubbed on his scales.
“Monqilcolnen, I’m not supposed to be here.”
I growled.
“I’m not,” Wyn pressed.
I tossed the towel aside, not caring where it landed, and crawled on top of him, bracketing his body with mine. I bit the back of his neck, my fangs digging in until I tasted the tang of his blood. He whimpered, and his tail wrapped around mine, keeping me close.
“You belong right here,” I whispered against his ear. “Right here. Do you understand me, Wyn?”
“Yes.”
I flopped to the side, and Wyn instantly came closer, curling against me. I wrapped my arm around him, my hand resting on the swell of his butt. Wyn tucked his nose in my armpit and promptly fell asleep. A few moments later, Cincin wandered in and attempted to jump on the bed. It took her a couple of tries before she could scramble onto the bed, then she moved towardus and began to bathe Wyn’s hair, making me smile. She cared for him for several minutes before plopping next to my head and curling up and going to sleep.
My soul relaxed for the first time in days. I had my mate and my cat. We were all together—a family. I kissed the top of Wyn’s head and let myself bask in his presence. My Peace had finally returned.
Chapter 52
Truly treasured.
Gentle kisses trailed over my face. I groaned, tilting up my chin, and the kisses moved to my neck, sending sparks of awareness through me. A tongue licked my pulse point, and I groaned louder, my cock perking up.
“Monqilcolnen.” I never wanted to wake up. No, this dream was far too good.
“Peace,” he rumbled, shaking my body.
What? That felt far too real, but why question this miraculous dream? My eyes popped open. Monqilcolnen was beneath me with a smile on his lips. He rolled me to my back, covering me with his hot body. I didn’t resist. Why would I? Seeing a smiling Monqilcolnen was the best sight in this entire universe. I archedup, rubbing my weeping cock on his stomach, our scales rubbing in a delightful way.
“Star,” I begged.
