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God, but he was huge. She’d taken more than one orc to her bed, and this human put them all to shame. He wasn’t merely large, he somehowfilledher. As if his body had been made for her pleasure. Her heart pounded with delicious anticipation, and she knew she was in for a ride—and lord, how she wanted one. She longed to be taken by a man without fear.
She groaned as he settled deep within her.
He grasped her hips, holding her firmly against him, and then he began to thrust into her, driving that long, glorious length of his to the very heart of her need. Holy god, it was like being taken by a master of the art—by some ancient god of desire who spent his days hidden behind tweed coats and polite demeanors.
But there was nothing polite about the way he drove into her.
Her eyes rolled. Claws sunk into the earth.
Waves upon waves of pleasure crashed over her. It was as if her previous releases had only heightened her need, had only revealed a higher peak from which she was desperate to fall.
She was so close…
“Now it’s my turn to see all of you,” he said.
Once again, she found herself moving. This time, he flipped her onto her back with a neat twist. Then, while holding her hips and without breaking his perfect rhythm, he lifted her up. Off the soft earth, until he knelt in the moss and his arms held her waist tight against his stomach. Her legs were wrapped tight around his hips, and her wings could stretch wide in the cool air.
How extraordinary.
Every sensation heightened with the freedom of movement.
She beat the air, using the force of her wings to drive herself even more deeply against him. Her tunnel felt as hot as a forge and as charged as a storm, and every thrust was amplified a thousand times as pure pleasure ricocheted through her veins until her very bones vibrated with passion. The intensity of it built to impossible heights, and she undulated against him, growling and gripping his shoulders with her claws.
He didn’t so much as flinch as tiny rivulets of blood trickled down his chest.
Instead, it only seemed to increase his skill—and the depth of his thrusts.
Her vision blurred and the burgeoning tension within her tightened, and finally snapped. She threw her head back and screamed her delight at the night sky as she finally peaked.
As she did that, she felt him shudder into his own release.
Somehow that incited her passion even further, drawing out her climax. She shuddered and gasped as waves of sensation continued to wrack her body. Her head dropped onto his shoulder, and she clung for dear life as the spasms of bliss gradually subsided.
As the fog of pleasure slowly cleared from her mind, she managed to lift her head and grin at him. Sweat and blood marked his chest, and his eyes burned bright. And oh, if she hadn’t passed the brink of exhaustion, she’d take him again. “Theo Essex, you did not disappoint.”
He cupped her face. “You are well? I was not too rough?”
“I am perfect,” she said.
She stretched languidly against him and hummed with satisfaction. “Though, I am far too tired to fly anywhere. I demand you oblige me.”
“As you wish.” Theo retrieved his coat and spread it upon the ground beneath the shelter of an oak tree. He picked her up and carried her to the makeshift bed, and she curled happily into his arms. It was rare for harpies to share their wings with others, but she couldn’t help but wrap them around him.
Warm and safe in his arms, more satiated than she’d been in her whole life, she knew sleep was about to claim her. She sighed into his chest, and his arm tightened around her. She was far from virginal, and she’d dallied with all manner of monsters and men.
Just her luck that a slender human with spectacles blew them all away.
However much she might wish it otherwise, she couldn’t keep him. But right now, limp from pleasure and more content than she’d ever been, she could savor this moment. She nestled against his toned chest, her wing locked around him, and she fell asleep.
Theo
Theo woketo find morning light reaching through the branches and the warmth of a harpy vanished from his side. Letting out a soft sigh, he touched the coat where she’d been curled up. When last he’d awoken, she’d been tucked against his side and her wing had been wrapped around them. His shoulders had been sliced by her talons and he’d been trapped in a strange forest—and it had unequivocally been the best night of his entire life.
With her beside him, he’d slept better than he had in years.
Now, she was gone.
And while that wasn’t surprising—if he’d had enough faculties left to consider the matter last night, he’d have expected her to return to the Ball before anyone rose for the day—it was shocking to discover how much he missed her. For a moment, the sense of loss drove the air from his lungs.
