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I could feel my eyes cross from the pressure of her tiny hand rubbing me over and over. Gritting my teeth, I placed my hands on either side of her on the table. “They are, but they’ve never pulsed before. And I…I need more.”
“More? Pressure or?—”
“Mate, I need whatever you want to do. Yes, harder, or softer, or…ah!” Bex drew my shaft against her opening and rubbed the tip against her slick flesh. She set a rhythm that felt unsustainable but also like we could do this forever.
“Your wings. They’re, uh, rippling. God, their beautiful. The way the light is refracting off them, oh…oh, Trace… yes.” She let out another low moan and I sensed she was close to another orgasm.
My gaze hadn’t left her hand or her pink engorged pussy as she continued to work the tip of my cock inside her. I couldn't care less what my wings were doing right now. All I could focus on was getting inside her and fucking her until I came, spilling my seed into her womb. But I needed her to come again.
Instinct took over, and I thrust my hips forward. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
Her head fell back. She moaned at my words, shook her head, then took me in another inch and then another. “Grab my hips and hold on to me.”
I watched in awe as she slid up and down my pulsing shaft, and the need to touch her, to hear her cry out my name again drove me to press my thumb on her clit, flicking it back and forth, making her wetter as she took all of me into her body.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, my voice thick and drug-like.
She closed her eyes and rode me. Her flushed face was euphoric as she bounced, her breasts slick with sweat. Leaning forward, I lapped up droplets as they appeared on the tips, suckling each nipple in turn.
“Yes…yes, oh right there.” She raised her arms over her head, winding her fingers through her hair, smiling. All of a sudden, she gasped, dropped her arms to her legs, and said, “You’re hot.”
Pride filled me at my mate’s words. “And you’re a seductress,” I rasped out.
“No. I mean, yes, you are hot in the way that everything about you is attractive, but you, your…your rod, your shaft, your love stick. It’s hot.” She continued to rotate her hips, taking me in deeper before letting out a long moan that ratcheted me higher.
As her words sunk in, I released a strangled laugh. “Love stick?”
“Yes, your ridged love stick, which gives a whole new meaning to ribbed for her pleasure, by the way. It’s warm, hot, but not too hot. Each time I slide down, I get a hit of heat. Not just your normal temperature. It’s…it’s…erotic. And I need…oh, please…yes, I need to come.” Her pupils were blown as she continued to move, seeking her release.
The sounds of our bodies slapping filled the cavernous room. Bex’s hands now rested on my shoulders. I felt her fingertips sliding through my left wing. The contact was unexpected, and fucking addicting.
“Hold on, mate!” My shout rang out as I increased the speed of my thrusts. My thumb raked over her nub again and again until her sweet cry filled my ears. Her inner walls again grabbed my cock, milking me as her orgasm crested and then mine finally, blissfully hit.
Holding her tight against my chest as our breathing and our bodies fell back into normal rhythm, I felt tears upon my chest. Stricken that I’d hurt her, I cradled her face, then lifted her chin. “Mate, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
Bexley’s eyes were brimmed with tears, but she looked at me with a joy I hoped would never fade. “I really like those ridges. And the warming thing, that was an awesome surprise.” She laughed, then wiggled against me. “How long before we can do that again?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BEX
Late the next morning, after an intense coupling at dawn, which if I remembered correctly was round four, I snuck out of bed. My legs were more than a little wobbly, but my heart was full. Staring down at my shifter, spread out in the middle of the bed on his belly since sleeping on his back wasn’t something he could do with those beautiful wings of his, I felt myself grinning.
I’m so glad I hadn’t continued to deny us both. Especially after the last orgasm brought me to the edge of passing out. How lucky was I? And if I didn’t get moving, I was going to attack Trace again and beg him for a fifth go. But caffeine, that evil substance, had me searching for my leggings and a tank top, just in case momma Athena decided to drop in now that we’d done the deed.
As I waited for my coffee to brew, I looked out the windows to the covered courtyard and noticed movement. A dark shadow darted between a hedge and a stone column. Blinking several times, I zeroed in on the spot again, but there was nothing there.
Was it the wind? There was nothing out there that would be stirred by any gusts. Taking a cleansing breath, I chalked it up to my overactive imagination and poured myself a cup. Opening several cupboards, I finally found the powdered creamer. I leaned against the counter and closed my eyes, savoring that first sip of the day.
There was just no way I saw anything outside. The castle was under a spell. No one could see it, let alone make their way behind it and scurry across the concrete patio. I snapped my fingers and said, “That’s it. It must be an animal.” I knew there was wildlife around here. I read about the hares and Highland deer during my research.
Finishing my cup, I took out one for Trace and fixed it up for him how he liked. Heavy on the sugar. After I poured myself another, I made my way back toward the staircase. From the corner of my eye, I swear I saw another shadow. Setting down the cups, I rushed to the back window, scanning the entire courtyard. Again, nothing.
I definitely needed more sleep. If it had been Athena or one of Trace’s brothers, they would have just appeared or used the front door. Not skulk about in the back of the castle. When I stepped into the stairway, it hit me. Wouldn’t the locks have been released once Trace and I made love the first time?
Spilling coffee as I hustled to the counter, I set them down then raced to the front door. My heart pounding, I assured myself my excitement wasn’t because I wanted to leave anytime soon. I just wanted the option to leave. A person never knew how important their freedom to come and go was until it was taken away.
I skidded to a stop, stubbing my right big toe in the process. “Ouch! Stupid gigantic…” I mumbled, slapping my palm against the metal latch. Yeah, like that was going to hurt the ancient door. Dragging in deep breaths to settle my racing heart, I began to laugh. I’d totally forgotten about my luggage being right outside these doors. I’d gone forty-eight hours without any of my supplies and hadn’t given them a second thought in over twenty-four. Wow, I had fallen hard and fast for Trace.
