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I’d had plans for Tate. Detailed, elaborate plans to work him up to taking my cock and wearing my scent to mark him as mine.

But when his cock throbbed in my hand and he squeezed his eyes shut, those plans went out the window.

Tate was so innocent. So… untouched. All it had taken was a flick of my tongue and a squeeze of my palm and he was dangling off the edge, one cool breath or sweep of my thumb away from careening over it before he could even think twice.

And knowing that I was the one to bring him to that point, that it was my hand responsible, my tail, was enough for me to throw caution to the wind.

Call it lust, call it the bond, call it whatever the hell you fucking wanted—I needed Tate, and I needed him now.

Chapter 17

TATE

Something changed in Luc’s eyes then, and it took the breath right out of my lungs.

As if I had any left to take.

His eyes glowed a vibrant purple, rivaling with the stars overhead to illuminate the night sky. He continued to work my cock, pressing that sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb that had a very high chance of…

“M’gonna come,” I pressed through gritted teeth.

The corner of Luc’s mouth quirked into a sinister grin, a deeper amethyst flashing across his eyes before he spoke. “Go ahead, baby. I promise it won’t be the only time you get to tonight.”

He leaned over again and swiped his tongue to capture the clear liquid leaking from my slit, and that was all it took.

My cock swelled, and Luc cupped the head with his hand, catching my release on his palm to serve as a plate for him to lick it up. I gasped with each pulse, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. “Luc…” I panted, dick still spilling cum all over his hand.

Fuck, was it normal to come that much?

Oversensitivity set in, and I gritted my teeth against the overwhelming sensation, too swept up in sex and lust to make him stop.

Luc kept his hand in place, stroking me gently through the aftershocks trembling through my body. I lifted onto my elbows, watching Luc lick the last taste of me off his lips. Through it all, my brain hung onto one thing.

“Do I really get to come again?” I panted.

Luc laughed, a dark rumbling sound that sent vibrations through my entire body. “Oh, baby; you’ll be lucky if I let you stop.”

I… couldn’t decide if that was a promise or a threat.

Adrenaline faded, and my body began to register the cold. Luc pressed a tender kiss to the tip of my cock, making me shiver, and then tucked me back into my jeans. After offering me some water and something else to eat—which I turned down, knowing that he would have to fly me back to campus—Luc wrapped me up in his arms and took to the skies again.

My stomach took it a bit easier this time. In fact, being tucked into Luc’s neck only rekindled the spark of desire in my belly. I wound my legs tighter around his. My tongue darted out to lap at the soft skin on his neck.

He jolted, but his wings didn’t waver.

“Tate,” he warned. “You can’t do that.”

“Why?” I teased. “You gonna drop me?”

His responding growl rumbled my chest, vibrating through my veins and humming all the way to my skin.

I did it again.

And again, this time adding in some teeth. I risked prying my eyes open, elated to find that I’d left a small mark behind. I made another one beside it, dipped into the collar of his T-shirt to do the same to his shoulder. Luc’s hands tightened around me. His hands trembled, but he stayed in the sky the entire time.

In fact, his tail wound around one of my legs, slipped between my thighs and began tightening around my crotch through my jeans. I moaned, lips vibrating his skin.

Fucking tail.