I reached up, tugged a thin, spindled remnant, pulling it free. When I returned, I fashioned a rope, hooking one edge between the cracks of the stones and across the cavern behind us before draping her shirt, then moved closer. “Now, about those pants.”
Chapter 3
VIOLET
“M-my p-pants?” I whispered, staring up at him.
It was his turn to smile. “Yes, female…your pants.”
My shirt was one thing. I covered my breasts with my hands, my pulse frantic. But my pants, my pants, were another thing altogether. My teeth gnashed suddenly, cracking hard, making me wince and shiver.
“Your pants, Violet. Before you catch your death.”
He was serious…
Shit.
I swallowed hard and reached down, unbuttoning my jeans. I could do this. I mean, I’d already had sex with the guy, right? No, not a guy…a damn…what did he call himself? Nocturne Hunter? Maybe I just needed to think about this as survival. Yeah, that’s what it is. Survival. My fingers trembled as I tugged the zipper down then wrestled my wet jeans until they hit the cavern floor with a plop.
He slowly lowered his head to my panties. “Those too.”
“Really?”
He met my stare. “We can’t risk it.”
My body jerked and shuddered. My heart in the back of my throat. I didn’t know why I felt like a schoolgirl all over again. This was just sex. If he even wanted sex. I met his stare, watching those midnight eyes taking in every inch of my body, and my nipples tightened in response. Oh, he wanted sex alright. Lots and lots of sex, by the looks of it.
I inhaled hard, then shoved my panties down until they met my jeans.
“There you go,” he murmured and opened those mammoth wings. “Come to me.”
I didn’t move, just tried to hold myself together and shook my head. “Y-you f-first.”
Those wings slowly settled back down. He reached for the leather straps around his massive chest. He mesmerised me. His powerful body and his bottomless eyes and the way he looked at me like I was as sacred as the air he breathed. No one had ever looked at me like that. Not Mike, not anyone. I hadn’t known what that felt like. Now I did, and I didn’t want to let it go.
Thud.
His vest hit the ground.
Thump.
Then his pants.
Until he stood there naked as the night is cold. I looked down at his thick cock and my brow rose. Not that cold by the looks of it.
His wings opened once more, his hand rose for mine. “Now, let me take care of you.”
I went to him, my knees shaking and my teeth gnashing. I was sure I looked like Hell. Still, he never even noticed as he wrapped those thick black wings around me and closed in tight.
They tickled. The velvet brush making me jerk this way and that. I giggled, fidgeting.
“What is wrong now?”
“I can’t.” I giggled as the edge tickled along my breast and near my underarm. “It…tickles.”
The sigh was audible and…exasperated. “Female.”
I shifted, bunting against him. “I can’t help it. It’s just…I’m ticklish.” I moved and turned. My hip jutted between his thighs before I stepped on his foot.