At that thought, she reached for her breastplate, eager to have it gone. As she had in the temple, she gave him her back while she unbuckled the piece. Tugging it off, she tossed it away, then started on her skirt, unfastening the hidden hooks. With a swish of her hips, the garment dropped, pooling at her feet.
Leaving her in a black thong.
She grinned when she heard his wings shoot open with a snap.
Draping an arm across her br**sts, she craned her head around to find him crouched, body tensed. His horns had straightened. There was no mistaking it.
Just as unmistakable? Her response. As her gaze followed those proud lengths, her ni**les hardened and the folds of her sex grew slick.
“Your panties too,” he rasped. The pulselines on his wings were glowing brighter and moving faster than she’d ever seen them.
Keeping her back to him, she hooked her thumbs around the frayed lace, pulling them down her legs. As she kicked the thong away, she thought she heard him swallow thickly.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Very.” The word was a harsh grate.
“You sure?”
“Melanthe,” he growled in warning.
She dropped her arm and turned with her shoulders back. She caught one of his thoughts, and it sent a ripple of satisfaction through her.
—Mother. Of. Gods.—
TWENTY-SIX
Thronos had barely recovered from the vision of her flawless ass when she turned to him, unleashing the full force of her beauty. At the sight, three things happened:
He almost fell out of the tree.
His shaft shot so hard so fast that he grew dizzy.
And he decided he’d deal with any danger as it came along.
He’d known her br**sts were generous. Now he saw they were perfection. Milk-white, a touch fuller at the bottom, topped with cherry-red ni**les.
If he were a fanciful male, he’d swear those peaks were stiffening under his avid gaze. His member began to throb.
Her narrow waist flared to shapely hips. The black thatch of hair on her mons was a small, trimmed V. Her legs were long and lithe. He imagined them bent beside his h*ps as she rode his shaft—or kneeling over his head as she straddled his tongue.
“I’ll just wash off, then,” she said in a casual tone. Seeming unaware of her earth-shattering effect on him, she stepped under the cascade, tipping her face to the water, and started to bathe.
She must be confident that he could control himself; she was mistaken.
But considering the way his erection ached, intercourse would be short-lived. He decided to get his first release behind him, then seduce her slowly.
He had a last brief thought about dangers and being alert, but then she rubbed water over her br**sts—the most breathtaking sight he’d ever witnessed.
Conclusion: the plan to mate her as soon as possible is sound.
Never taking his eyes off her, he was only dimly aware that his shaking hands had begun removing his boots.
As she rinsed her hair, she noticed him removing his second boot. “You didn’t say anything about your getting na**d.”
“I plan to touch you.”
“Hmm. Wouldn’t that be an offendment?”