He doesn’t give me even a second to recover from the first wave before he’s trying to wring another orgasm from my limp body.
Without pulling out of me, he wraps a large arm around my middle and pulls me up so he’s kneeling and my back is plastered to his chest. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing me as I roll my hips, taking him impossibly deeper.
“Oh Gods,” I moan again.
I have no idea how, but my muscles are tightening again. The heat builds far faster this time, like the second release is riding the coattails of the first.
My thighs tremble uncontrollably as lightning races up my spine. “That’s it,” he whispers against my ear, his voice rough with desire. “Let go for me.” His fingers press harder, circling faster, and I shatter, my body convulsing against his chest as broken sounds spill from my lips. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, holding me through each wave. “So perfect.”
I go practically boneless, and if not for Fox’s arm around my middle holding my back to his chest, I would have collapsed forward against the bed. Instead, he doesn’t move from his kneeling position, sitting on his feet, and I lean my head back against his shoulder as I catch my breath.
This time, Fox gives me a few minutes to recover, letting the tremors in my legs subside. He’s muttering something against my hair, but I can’t make it out—if it’s even coherent words at all. Finally, my breathing evens out and I lift my head up again. It’s only then that I realize he hasn’t finished yet, and is still hard inside me, waiting for me to come back to myself.
Carefully, I disentangle his arm from around my waist, then slide his length almost entirely out of me so I can swing my leg over and settle back down on his lap, this time face to face. I loop my arms around his neck, rolling my hips to readjust the angle of our joined bodies.
Fox makes a hissing sound, somewhere between pain and pleasure. “Fuck you feel so good. I don’t know how I’ve held out this long.”
I rock my hips, smirking up at him. “I don’t know why you bothered. Not that I mind.”
“Maybe because I wanted to do this,” he says, then captures my lips again.
I keep my arms twined around his neck and moan into his mouth, as his tongue dances lazily with mine. I keep rocking my hips, but the rhythm is gentle. The urgency has faded, replaced by something deeper, something that makes my chest ache.
It’s as if I’m slowly burning alive, and each slow, deliberate thrust builds the fire higher until the burning radiates outward toward my shoulders—toward my wings.
My eyes fly open in surprise. Fox’s eyes are open too, and he’s looking at me with something like pain on his face. Our gazes connect, and I bite the inside of my cheek trying to force my wings to stay away through sheer willpower. I yank my gaze back from his, and push my face against his neck instead, while rolling my hips faster. This needs to end soon or I’m not sure what’s going to happen.
Responding to my movement, Fox’s breathing changes, growing more ragged. His fingers dig into my sides, his muscles tensing beneath me. At the last moment, his hands grip my waist, lifting me off him with such urgency that I gasp. His head falls back with a strangled groan, and warmth spills across my thigh.
I look down, surprised somehow. But, I don’t know why I should be. Fox always pulls out, never finishing inside me. I’ve never really thought about why, but it is odd. I take the potion to prevent pregnancy, and Fae don’t often get pregnant, anyway. The risk is so small it barely matters.
It doesn’t seem like a good time to ask about it though, so I keep my mouth shut as we collapse together onto the mattress, our skin slick with sweat and other fluids.
My cheek presses against his chest, rising and falling with each ragged breath. His heartbeat thunders beneath my ear, gradually slowing as we lie tangled and spent. Fox runs a hand over my smooth back, and I’m relieved when his fingers don’t catch on anything but my shoulder blades.
“Fuck,” Fox says finally.
I smile and rise up on my elbows to look at him, but my smile falters when I see that his expression is serious, and hard to read. He doesn’t seem as happily relaxed as I feel, he looks…frustrated. Maybe, sad?
“What?” I ask, my pulse already speeding up again.
“I need to tell you something.”
A sudden knock on the door splinters what remains of the afterglow, and interrupts Fox before he can explain what he’s thinking.
“Fox? You in there?” Jett’s voice filters through the wood.
My eyes fly to the door in alarm, and I watch as the knob turns. The door begins to open, a sliver of hallway light cutting across our tangled limbs.
Fox swears and sits up so fast I bounce off his chest and fall onto the bed. I react just as quickly, flinging an arm out toward the door, which abruptly slams shut of its own accord.
A thud reverberates through the door, followed by Jett’s voice: “What the—goddammit!” Something metallic clatters against the hallway floor, the sound of keys or maybe a weapon skittering across wood.
Fox looks at me sharply, his eyes practically screaming:You know I hate when you use magic!
I glare back.What else was I supposed to do?
“Fuck,” Fox growls, then raises his voice to yell to Jett through the closed door. “Wait outside!”
