“You don’t have to just believe me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t have to just believe that you’re everything to me. You can have proof.”
“How?”
He snorts a laugh that ruffles the hair hanging down my back.“We’re speaking mind-to-mind. What do you think that means, little witch?”
My spine goes rigid.“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Don’t fucking lie.”
Fox closes the distance between us, just to prove he can. I can feel him breathing, looming over me. He reaches out, drawing one finger down the length of my spine. I gasp in surprise, then feel another sensation—the familiar tug between my shoulder blades as my wings unfurl without my permission.
A tremor runs through me as his hand travels up my spine, pausing at my shoulder before finding the sensitive spot where my wings connect. His touch lingers there, then continues its journey until his fingers encircle my throat—not threatening, but possessive, his palm warm against my racing pulse.
He bends over, to graze his lips along the shell of my ear. “Caught you.”
I let out a long breath and melt backwards into Fox, unable to hold myself back anymore. His fingers tighten on my throat for the briefest second, then he spins me to face him instead.
I blink when I see his white feathers shining in the moonlight. His wings are out too.
Fox crashes his mouth down on mine, kissing me hungrily, like he's starving for me. I rise up on my toes to try and meet his mouth, but I can't reach him the way I want to. I grip his shoulders, trying to pull him down to my level instead. He follows my lead and ends up sinking to his knees on the ground, kneeling before me while I remain standing.
He presses his face into my chest and breathes in my scent.“Pine and cranberry,”he says in his head.
“What?”
“That’s what you smell like. I’d know it anywhere.”
Fox grips the fabric of my short dress in both hands. Instead of tugging it over my head, he pulls it down, past my hips. I shimmy to get my arms out, and soon the dress is pooling at my feet. “I haven't bothered to wear a corset in weeks, so I’m nearly naked without the dress. My bare breasts are right at Fox’s eye level.”
“Don't ever wear a corset again,”Fox says, leaning forward to take my nipple in his mouth.
I yelp in surprise.“Did I say that out loud?”
Fox doesn't take his mouth off my breast, his tongue drawing delicious circles as he answers me."In a manner of speaking. You'll figure it out, and in the meantime I'm happy to hear all your thoughts about what underwear you will or won't be wearing."
I giggle, but the sound dies in my throat, turning into a moan instead. He rolls my other nipple between his fingers, and my insides tighten, as if an invisible string connecting my nipple to my core has suddenly pulled tight.
I writhe against his mouth, my pulse throbbing between my legs. I feel painfully empty inside, desperate for him to fill me. This teasing is torture when all I want is for him to take me roughly, pound into me hard and fast until I fall apart around him.
Fox stops licking my nipple, but leaves his mouth around my breast as he looks up at me. I wonder if I projected those thoughts into his mind as well.
From the hot look in his gaze, I think I already know the answer.
Fox grips my upper arms and tugs me down to the ground in front of him. He spins me around, pushing me forward, until I'm kneeling on the ground, my face mere inches from touching the cold earth.
Fox straddles me from behind, hovering over me, his knees on either side of my hips. He leans over and runs his mouth down my spine between my wings. I feel his hands caressing my wing joints, and I arch my back instinctively, pressing my ass up against his straining erection.
He pushes his cock back into me, only the fabric of his trousers and my lacy underthings keep us apart.
"Is this what you want?"he asks, his voice rough with desire.
"No,"I gasp, even as I rock myself against the bulge in his trousers, contradicting my own words.
"No?"He stops immediately, drawing his hands back, his touch suddenly gone.
