“Do you like that?” she asked in a siren’s voice.
“Never want this to end!” Part of him still disbelieved he was inside her. He realized it would take him a while to accept this turnaround.
To accept that his dream woman was in their bed sating her lusts with his body, as he did the same.
She bent her arms over her head, crossing her wrists as she snapped her hips. The way she writhed atop him robbed him of breath. Hypnotic female.
Her hands glided down, one to cup a breast, one to masturbate her sex. In the future, he would watch her self-pleasure; for now, he brushed that hand away. When he stroked the swollen bud with his forefinger, she threw back her head.
The ends of her hair tickled his thighs; added sensation for a male awash in it. The more he rubbed her sex, the harder she writhed. Rubbing her, petting . . . “I grow nigh again!”
She faced him. “I won’t do anything to stop you this time.”
He grated, “Good to know.” He had another urge to contend with. The need to wrap his protective wings around her was overwhelming.
He’d marked her with his horns—and his fangs. She’d accepted his most primal drives. So he leaned up to take her in his arms. As his wings closed around her, she grew even slicker, her tempo increasing.
“I think you like my wings.”
She nodded breathlessly. “You are such a surprise to me. Everything about you . . .”
When he enfolded her against him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and the satisfaction made him quake. It was just the two of them, cocooned against the world, bodies lit by his pulselines.
Her ni**les raked up and down his chest. “So when I scream—soon—do you think anyone could hear me past your wings?”
He rose up on his knees, cupping her ass. Pinned on his length, she tightened her legs around him.
“Maybe that’s how the others keep quiet? One way to find out.”
In an urgent whisper, she told him, “I’m so close, Thronos.” She leaned in to suck on his neck in that maddening way, bearing down on him at the same time. When he realized his mate was grinding her needy little bud against the base of his shaft, he spontaneously . . .
Came. Hard.
His roar reverberated within his wings as he bucked furiously against her, grinding back as he started pumping his seed.
“It’s so hot!” She rode him faster, sending him into a frenzy. “I’m coming, Thronos! You make me feel so—” She tensed against him, her thighs trembling around his sides. Her head fell back against his wings, her cl**ax wrenching a scream from her.
He experienced something like euphoria when her channel demanded its due once more. He eased his thrusts just to feel her spasms rippling up and down his length, her pleasure wringing his so perfectly.
He groaned his lingering disbelief. “My Lanthe . . .”
When her orgasm subsided, he continued to quake—as if his release had generated aftershocks.
With her head tucked against his shoulder, her breaths on his neck, she patted his heaving chest. “There. I claimed you too.”
Late in the night, Lanthe and Thronos lay facing each other, wrapped in his wings. As they’d done when young, they murmured secrets.
All those years ago, he’d told her that he’d be her husband. How right he’d been!
Lanthe had been claimed. She’d lost track of all the times he’d taken her, how many times he’d brought her over the edge.
The sheet separating them had been tossed by the wayside. All the sheets had. His wings kept them plenty warm.
Now, seeing him with his hair ruffled, looking relaxed and drowsy, made her heart ache.
“Was it like you expected?” she asked.
“Not really, lamb.”