I release her wrists to slide my hands up her thighs, spreading her wider, giving me better access. I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue, teasing it with light, feathery strokes. She moans, her back arching off the blankets, her fingers gripping the fabric so tightly her knuckles turn white.
I slide two fingers into her, curling them to find that perfect spot inside her, and she gasps, her inner walls clenching around me.
Encouraged by her response, I increase the pressure, flicking my tongue faster, alternating between sucking gently and lapping at her with fervent intensity. Her moans turn into desperate, breathless cries, each sound spurring me on.
She thrashes beneath me, her hands flying to my head, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as if she can’t bear to let go. I can feel her getting closer, her breaths coming in short, ragged pants, her thighs trembling around my head.
I redouble my efforts, my tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, driving her higher and higher. Her cries become more urgent, her entire body tensing as she teeters on the edge of release. I suck hard on her clit, and that’s all it takes to push her over.
She comes with a broken scream, her body convulsing, her inner muscles squeezing my fingers rhythmically. I drink her down, reveling in the taste of every drop that’s second only to the taste of her blood essence. I feel positively drunk on her.
And I only want more.
Needing to be inside her, I climb back up and align the head of my cock at her entrance. Her eyes meet mine, lust-glazed and pleading, and I push into her slowly, savoring the tight, wet heat that surrounds me.
We both groan as I sink deeper, the sensation overwhelming. I still for a moment, letting her adjust to me, our breaths mingling in the charged air. But my queen is done letting me call the shots.
Before I realize what’s happening, she’s flipped our positions, putting me on my back as she straddles my hips. My hands slide around to grip the cheeks of her ass, but I let her control her movements, watching enraptured as she lifts her hair off her neck and grinds herself on my cock.
She’s a fucking goddess, strong and powerful, yet soft and graceful. I’m definitely not complaining about the view. Skin gleaming, breasts swaying, pelvis rocking. The sight of her slick cunt swallowing my cock again and again is deviance in motion, living fucking art. Then something behind her snags my attention, and the air gets trapped in my chest when I realize what it is.
Her wings.
Streams of sparkling lights in deep purples and dark greens swirl in the air, then magically solidify into diaphanous, iridescent wings. The flame-shaped tips stretch six inches above her head with the bottoms lightly brushing the tops of my thighs every time she lowers herself.
Bracing her hands on my pecs for support as she picks up the pace, they open and close like a butterfly’s when it rests on a flower. They’re mesmerizing, delicate with thread-like veins that begin to glow and pulse with her magic in time with her movements.
Each time she impales herself on my cock brings me closer to the edge, her moans spurring me on. Losing the last vestiges of my control I grab her waist and hold her still as I thrust my hips up, going harder and faster, and harder still.
I’m fucking lost in her, in the feeling of her body wrapped around mine, the drugging scents of her sweat and arousal, the symphonic sounds of her consumed by pleasure filling the air. The pressure builds, a coil winding tighter and tighter in the base of my spine until I can’t hold it back any longer.
“Come for me, solnyshko,” I growl. “I need to feel you. Come for me now.”
She throws her head back and screams my name as it hits her, and the feel of her sex convulsing around me like a fist triggers my own release. With a final, powerful thrust, I spill into her as it crashes over me like a tsunami.
As Taryn’s body shakes with aftershocks, I slowly lift her up and down on my shaft, guiding her through the ebbing waves of ecstasy until she collapses on top of me, drained and utterly replete. We’re a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin, both of us struggling to catch our breath. I press a kiss to her temple then settle back with one of my arms folded under my head.
“If I had my way, this is how I would keep you,” I say in a low voice. “Sated and in my bed forever.”
“I’m too tired to think of a snarky feminist retort right now. I’ll have to get back to you on that one.”
Chuckling, I tip her chin up and press a kiss to her love-swollen lips. “Looking forward to it, solnyshko.”
Unable to help myself, I trail the fingers of my free hand along the edge of an ethereal wing. It’s petal soft, and I can feel the hum of magic, almost like touching an electric wire with really low voltage. She shivers in response. “Sorry, does that bother you?” I ask, realizing I should’ve gotten permission first.
She props her chin on top of her hands to meet my gaze. “Not at all,” she says with a shy smile. “It’s been so long since anyone’s touched them, I’d almost forgotten how nice it feels.”
Stroking over the edge again, I watch as her lids grow heavy with contentment, like a purring kitten. “They’re stunning, Taryn. Just like the rest of you.”
“Thank you, Finnian,” she whispers, a light blush tinting the apples of her cheeks.
Glancing down, she traces over the puckered scar on my chest. I know she’s curious about it—she’s seen it multiple times by now—but still doesn’t ask, so I offer the information.
“Edevane went after Bryn with an iron dagger,” I say solemnly, remembering that day. “He almost killed her and Caiden with a single blow.”
“Because of the blood curse,” she says, understanding. “If a king’s mate dies, so does he.”
“Yeah. Tiernan warmed up to Bryn right away, but I kept my distance. I hated that a stranger’s life was tied to my brother’s. Even when it was obvious they were starting to fall for each other, I didn’t fully trust her. She was patient with me and never forced the issue, though.
“I didn’t realize I’d started thinking of her as a sister until the moment I saw that blade going for her heart and knew I would lose them both. I’d never been more scared in my life.”
She tips her face up to look at me. “So you stepped in to save them, and then she saved you in return. That’s what you were talking about back at Abhaile when she was trying to heal my father.”
I nod. “I wouldn’t be here right now if she hadn’t tapped into her Darklight powers that night.”
“Neither of us would be here right now if she and the baby hadn’t found us in that cavern and blown us out of there,” she adds.
“Very true.” Wanting to lighten the mood, I say, “We should get her something to say thanks. Double points if it annoys Caiden. Let’s see, I don’t think he’s gotten her the cats he promised her yet.”
“If he made the promise, then he should be the one to deliver.”
“Excellent point. Oh, I know.” I laugh just thinking about the ridiculous idea. “You wouldn’t have any dragons around here, would you? She’s a huge GOT fan. Caiden would shit a brick.”
“Dragons? Not last I checked, but we’ll keep an eye out,” she says, laughing with me. “Now get up and get dressed or it’ll be an uncomfortable reunion when the others get back.”
Her wings turn back into streams of light that disappear into her back. I’m both awed at the display and disappointed they’re gone. Seeing it on my face, she offers a half-shrug. “I’ve kept them hidden for so long, I feel too exposed leaving them out. Even here.”
“I understand.” I tuck a curl behind her ear and press a kiss to her lips.
