each side, which Ryder had always found sexy. His arms crossed over his massive chest, his wings unfurling and creating a subtle breeze with the simple movement.
“What’s this?” he asked carefully, slowly leaving the shadows that were hiding his features from me.
I opened my mouth and closed it as his head tilted to the right, staring at me with a ravenous gaze that threatened to consume me. Ryder was taller since I’d combined him with his beast. His hair was longer, dusting the tops of each shoulder, and I itched to run my fingers through the silken midnight strands. The golden brands matching his eyes pulsed, slithering over his skin and intertwining with the dark onyx brands.
His wicked-looking wings hung behind him, the sharp ends of each ending at a talon pointing up, promising death. Ryder had been sex incarnate before the change, but now it oozed from him with every subtle move he made. My eyes dropped to the silk pants he wore, and I wondered what else might have continued to change since we had last been together. He hadn’t touched me since the day after I’d combined him with his beast, and now I was seducing him to finish what I’d started when I made my plans with the shadows.
“You will leave for war soon, and I’d prefer you to feed from me, rather than the whores you’ve been fucking.” I swallowed hard past the words that dripped from my tongue like vile poison, still playing the part so the spies would be none the wiser. “I’d like you to be well-fed before you leave.”
“I’ve fed rather well lately.” Regarding me through the eyes of a predator, he latched onto my slow, calculated movements as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Turns out, I may need a harem after all. I rather enjoy having variety in my meals.”
“Is that what you want now? To feed from the whores who never sate your immense hunger? You can feed from them every day and still never satisfy the beast’s appetite. Only I can feed him and soothe his needs. I need him well-fed for the war we face, asshole,” I said, reaching for the silk tie, slowly undoing it before letting the robe slip from my body to pool at my feet on the floor. I swallowed nervously while his gaze took in my body with naked desire.
Ryder clenched his jaw tightly, yet he made no move to accept my offering. His nostrils flared, scenting the arousal already coating my sex. I stepped toward the table, bending over to grab his glass. Turning to offer it to him, I found him standing directly behind me. No sound had alerted me of his movement, not even the whisper of his wings.
Ryder’s hand touched my neck, and his thumb traced over my lips, brushing against their fullness as I kissed it. His other hand cupped one breast, pinching the hardened peak as a soft moan escaped my lungs. I didn’t speak or break the spell in which his liquid honey stare held me captive, not wanting to ruin the moment. He stepped back, accepting the goblet of ambrosia as he watched me, and I held my breath as he smiled coldly.
“Do you want me to fuck you like a whore, wife?” he asked hoarsely. “Do you think you can handle me in this form, after what you did to me? I’d wreck that wet pussy, but then you like it when I destroy that needy flesh, don’t you?” He grinned wickedly, still holding the glass without taking a drink.
“If that is what you want to do to me, then do it, Ryder.” I moved away from him before sitting on the couch, studying the way he held the goblet. I grabbed the matching glass, inhaling the ambrosia before taking a long sip of the blue liquid. It tasted like heaven exploding against my taste buds, and a moan rolled from my lips.
Ryder lifted the goblet and sniffed the ambrosia, just as I had done. His wings curled in, easily folding until they vanished as magic pulsed through the room. He stretched one arm over the back of the sofa and