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“Can I see them? Your wings?”
“Of course.” He grins. He sits forward a little in his seat and his wings appear behind, as if unfurling from a pod.
They’re even more breathtaking up close. There are so many iridescent colors shimmering across their surface.
“Whoa.” I don’t really have the words. I can’t begin to imagine what it might be like to be able to fly. “I…” I trail off.
“What?” Rowan presses, staring at me intently.
“Nothing.” I blush and look away.
“Hey, look at me.” Rowan reaches out and gently cups my chin, turning me back to face him. His gaze captures mine and I can’t look away. “It’s okay to be curious and it’s fine to have questions.”
“It’s not a question,” I mutter, embarrassed, but still not able to break the spell his hypnotic bronze gaze has over me. “I want to touch them,” I admit, voice barely above a whisper.
“You can,” Rowan says, just as Linden interrupts.
“Don’t,” he warns.
“Chill, bro, it’s fine,” Rowan tells him.
“You really shouldn’t. She’s not…”
“You can go now, Linden,” I call out, not breaking stares with Rowan. I can feel the electricity crackling in the air between us and I don’t need an audience for where this is headed.
“Touch them,” Rowan urges. He scoops his hands under my butt and lifts me so that I’m sat straddling his lap, facing him. He doesn’t remove his hands, cupping my ass and kneading. There’s not enough room to slide a playing card between our chests, and I really wish he hadn’t put his shirt back on while we had dinner, even though I can feel his heat burning through our clothes.
He leans in until our lips are almost touching and I swear he’s about to kiss me when Linden ruins everything by clearing his throat loudly. Dick.
“Ignore him,” Rowan whispers, groaning. “Touch them.”
With trembling fingers I reach up over Rowan’s shoulder and lightly run a single digit over his gossamer-fine wings. A shudder of pleasure rolls through him from head to toe, and from my position I can feel him begin to harden against me.
“More,” he demands in a low, hoarse groan. This time I reach up with both hands and lightly run my fingertips along the inky blue expanse. They ripple under my touch and Rowan trembles. His cock pulsates between my thighs and it emboldens me.
“Oh!” I gasp, as I place my palms flat against his wings. “They’re warm.” I caress them, tracing absent minded patterns across their surface.
“They change temperature, depending.”
I’m too distracted to ask for more detail, tracing the deep purple veins that span them with my fingers. My hands are everywhere at once, eyes wide in wonder, mouth open in awe.
Rowan shifts and his wings spring free, curling around to cocoon us in privacy. They brush against my bare arms and I lean into them slightly to rest my cheek against them. I’ve never felt anything so soft or delicately strong in my life. Without thinking, I turn my head to the side and lay a gentle kiss upon them. The effect is instantaneous: Rowan’s lips crush mine as his arms lock around me in a possessive embrace.
But then I’m wrenched away, sailing across the room and slamming into the wall.
“What the fuck?” Rowan shouts. My thoughts exactly, only I’m too winded to speak. I blink, dazed and trying to catch my breath.
Suddenly, I’m staring up at Linden. He’s breathing hard and looks ready to kill. His eyes are narrowed, almost black with whatever emotion he’s feeling. His nostrils flaring, fists balled at his sides. His magnificent forest green and gold wings tower over me, motionless like stone.
“What the fuck?” I gasp out, glaring hard at him. Rowan elbows him out of the way and races to my side, helping me to my feet. The second he touches me the electricity is back.
“Make. Him. Leave.” I bite out.
“Shh, it’s okay. He won’t touch you again,” Rowan reassures me. I don’t care about him touching me, I want to do more with Rowan and I don’t want an audience. Although…
“Hey,” I say, turning to Linden. “Why are your wings out?”
He coughs and shifts uncomfortably.
