Nolan chuckled. "Taco, Nugget, and Roast," he said as he pointed to each of them, though the only way I could tell them apart was by the different colored t-shirts they wore.
"So... food, food, and food?" I joked, and he rolled his eyes at me.
"And you wonder why they want to murder you."
"I do! Because you gave them those names and I did nothing. Why do they hateme?"
I sat on the floor, and stared at the middle bird, Nugget. She was always in the lead, so I figured she was the boss.
"Please be my friend," I said, and she clucked. She took a step toward me, and I went still, curious to see what she'd do.
She hopped another step, then another until her small body pressed against my knee. She eyed me, then hopped up on my leg, fluttering her wings as she found her balance.
"Whoa," I murmured, carefully holding out a finger. She pecked at it, her beak hard but not too sharp. Her tongue tickled my finger, and I bit back a chuckle.
She pulled back, clucked, and fluttered back to the floor. Then the three pattered away as if they'd gotten what they came for, and I glanced up at Nolan.
"What just happened?"
"I think they decided not to murder you," Nolan said with a laugh, and I shook my head. He offered his hand, and I took it, laughing when he pulled me up in a quick motion that slammed me into his chest.
Nolan slid his arm around my waist, his smile soft as he gazed at me, and I grinned up at him.
"I think I deserve a reward for winning them over."
"Oh yeah?" Nolan leaned closer, his green eyes sparkling as he brushed his lips over mine, then pulled back.
I nodded. "Abigreward," I murmured, cupping his cock, and heat filled his eyes. His hand tightened around mine as he stepped back, and then he pulled me into his bedroom. He slammed the door shut, then pressed me against it, his lips hovering inches from mine as he slid a leg between mine and pressed his hard length against my hip.
"Is this what you want?" he asked as he dipped his head and brushed his lips over my neck, his teeth scraping against the skin. Without looking, I could tell he was tracing the streak of red that colored my skin.
I moaned, arching my neck as I offered myself to him, and he made a satisfied sound as he bit down. It wasn't hard enoughto pierce my skin, but the pain sent a bolt of pleasure rocking through me.
Nolan pulled back, then dragged me to the bed. I climbed on gracelessly, my blood rushing through my veins as Nolan followed me. He pushed me into the mattress, covered my body, and claimed my lips in a heated kiss that branded me as his.
Nolan
Zamir was warm and pliant under me, his lips soft and wet against mine, and I pinned him to the bed as I devoured his mouth, swallowing all his little sounds before they could escape his mouth.
Desire raced through my veins like my fire, burning and heating me up from the inside. The less-controlled part of me wanted to rip his shirt apart so I could touch his skin, but I held myself in check. I pulled back slowly, and my fingers trembled as I forced my hands to slowly work his shirt over his head. Zamir watched me with wide, needy eyes as he leaned up so I could remove his shirt, and I hummed as I threw the shirt away, my eyes drawn to the beautiful colors splashed over his chest.
Zamir sucked in a breath as I trailed my fingers over the red and orange wisps, and satisfaction filled me at the sight of them. Those were my marks on his skin, my life force inside him, giving him strength and vitality.
"So smug," Zamir murmured with a small smile, and I blinked. Ah, he could see my emotions. He hadn't used his powers much since he rediscovered them, and I hadn't asked. I'd assumed it was overwhelming after years of not using them.
"I like seeing my marks on you," I said with a shrug, and he grinned. Glancing down, he traced a long, red streak with his finger, his smile softening.
"I like them too."
I knew that was a big deal for him, that he hadn't liked any of the other marks on his skin, and that made me feel even better.
"Stop being so smug," he said with a laugh, and I smirked.
"Nope."
Zamir rolled his eyes, and he was about to say something when I removed my shirt, but he closed his mouth without uttering a word, his eyes wide and heated as they trailed over my bare chest.
He grabbed my shoulders and tugged me to him, and we kissed, soft and slow, hard and fast. He tugged at my lip rings, and made a delighted sound when I grunted. I retaliated by biting his lower lip, and sucked on it, only releasing it once it was plump and red.
