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Pulling back an inch, I slide free my hand between us to explore that chiseled chest of his, every ridge and slope of his muscles as they ripple with his movements. He loosens his hold on me, his fingers tracing the neckline of my tunic while his mouth finds that spot behind my ear I didn’t know could send shivers of pure pleasure through my system. But it does. More importantly,hedoes. With every inch he grazes down the side of my neck, I arch into his kiss. With every inch his fingers brush closer to my chest, I lean into his touch until his taloned thumb grazes the underside of my breast and, Guardians above, does my flesh heat even with my tunic still between us.
It is only for a few heartbeats, I swear to myself before I release him for the benefit of unbuttoning my tunic to give him better access, but it’s enough to notice the way his eyes track my movements while his fingers curl into my waist as if it costs him restraint not to tear the fabric right off me. The hunger there—like he has been starving for a century and I’m the forbidden fruit he is denying himself.
But I don’t want to be. I’m craving him like a sail craves the wind.
“Touch me,” I whisper, almost afraid he’ll pull back from me like those other times before when a kiss was almost too much.
Instead, the darkness in his eyes turns to black fire. There is no hesitation when he lays me back on the bed and leans over me, sliding me up on the mattress with an arm under my waist and one under my shoulders until my head rests on the pillow. He straddles me, peeling the tunic aside as he places a kiss on my lips first, then lowers his mouth over my breast, tongue swiping a slow circle around my nipple. I cry out as he flicks it with the tip of his tongue, sucking before he releases it. More. I need more.
My hands slide through his feathers as I move them up his thighs to his hips, to the front of his pants, and my mouth dries up at the hardness I find pushing against the waistband. I squeeze gently, and his hiss caresses my peaked flesh where he was about to kiss the tip of my breast.
“Stop it or I won’t be able to keep control.” His growl drives a new sort of shiver through my body, a primal reaction to an instinct I didn’t even know existed deep inside of me. One that makes me want to squeeze harder, push him to find the limits of his oh-so-perfect control.
I want to see him when he jumps the leash he’s put on himself. Want to watch him come undone. Want to be the reason he lets go of all reason.
Instead of pulling away, I arch my back as I stroke his length, my other hand finding his firm ass. Guardians, if he won’t lose control, I certainly will. He grinds into my palm, a groan on his lips, and I grin at the way his fingers tighten on my waist as he seems to be fighting the urge to rip my pants right off.
“I want you, Myron.” I don’t know what makes me bold enough to demand him. Don’t know if there is anything he’s willing to give me. But I don’t care. The liquid need between my thighs makes me reckless, impulsive, and I want him. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. “Please.” It’s a whisper. A plea that seems to snap what restraint he had left, and as he pounces?—
His talons shred through my pants without ever touching my skin, and he’s smirking at me like I’ve just made the most reckless choice of my life—and gloriously pleased with himself. “I promised if I ever bedded you it would be because you begged me to.” It’s a near growl, and the sound makes me ache for the feel of him between my legs.
I remember our wedding banquet, how I’d feared him then. And how those words had made me wonder if there was any woman willing to get close enough to a monster such as him.
There is no fear now as I meet his smirk with one of my own. His sensuous mouth twitches with delight as I run a finger down the center of his stomach, and it’s enough to make me want to press my thighs against each other—or spread them wide, I am no longer sure. “You promised something else.”
Myron’s lips curl into a feral grin as his gaze cuts to my bare flesh, and he shakes his head. “That I candevouryou better than anyone else in this palace? That wasn’t a promise, just a fact.”
He doesn’t wait for a response as he slides back, lowers his face between my thighs, and licks straight through my center.
A cry escapes my lips as he hovers right over that spot I need him to touch, teasing with gentle scrapes of his teeth and deft strokes of his tongue until I moan my pleasure and frustration as he keeps me right there on the edge.
I need more of him, need him inside of me or I’ll implode from the tension in my core.
“You taste like a gift from the gods, Ayna,” he murmurs onto my slick flesh, and the gust of air blowing over the apex of my thighs is enough to make me shove my fingers into his silken hair and knot them there as I moan, “Please, Myron.”
I more feel than hear his chuckle, but he obliges, sliding a finger into my core, then a second, stretching me so deliciously I almost tumble over the edge. There are no talons at his fingertips now, thank the Guardians, and each glide of his fingers makes me forget a little more that we just escaped with our lives, that this is the Crow I was married to against my will—that I am not exactly sure anymore if I want to leave at the next Ret Relah. And that’s before he puts his mouth back on me,devouringas he so bluntly described all those weeks back.
Stars explode in my vision as he pushes me into my release, fingers filling me and tongue caressing me as I shudder and tremble beneath him, and when I’m done, he rises, the buttons of his pants open to reveal the full length he’s been hiding beneath the leather.
I whimper—genuinely whimper at the sight of him, because if I don’t get his cock inside of me right now, I’ll forget myself and beg for real.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me as he swipes his gaze along my naked body, catching on my breasts, my mouth, then locking with mine. “Beautiful beyond words.”
My breath catches at the way the black of his eyes shimmers in a bluish tint that reminds me of dark ink, but he closes them before I can be sure.
He leans over me, the tip of his cock hovering a few inches from my entrance, that grin back on his face. I buck my hips, pushing myself closer, but he pulls just out of reach, lowering his mouth to mine in a kiss that should not take me by surprise but entirely does for the painstaking slowness of it.
“Please,” I whisper as I come up for air, and Myron groans as he settles between my thighs, nudging inside an inch. “Please-please-please.”
He thrusts into me to the hilt in one long stroke, and the moan coming from his lips might have been the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. “Ayna,” he whispers. “Ayna.” Just my name.
Then he’s moving, each thrust slow and powerful, bringing me right back to the cliff I’ve just leaped from. His hands areeverywhere—caressing my breasts, stroking my neck, my jaw, my waist. It’s not enough. I need to be closer still. So, I lock my arms around his neck, pulling him against my arching chest as I capture his mouth in a kiss that has him growling his approval. The sound pierces right to my core where pleasure has been building like a volcano ready to erupt.
“Perfect, Ayna. You’re—” He stops mid-word as I start moving my hips in time with his, deepening the fit and increasing the pace. That’s when he snaps, his thrusts becoming harder, wilder as he holds me against his body like he’s terrified I’ll disappear, like he needs to feel me just as desperately as I need to feel him. Pleasure barrels through me like molten lava as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth in time with his cock, and I legitimately wonder if I just splintered into a million stars. It’s only his wings holding me together as he drives into me a few more times, his entire body trembling with release.
I don’t know how long we lie there, tangled in each other, his wings draped around me as we find our breath, and our hearts slow from the ecstatic high they were riding, but eventually, exhaustion creeps around the edges of my consciousness like a predator ready to take me.
“I’m a lucky male,” Myron whispers, lifting his head just enough to study my face.
