Aurora reaches down and lines us up. I hiss as the head of my cock drags against her—wet, ready, perfect. My fingers twitch on her hips, but I don’t thrust. I wait. I let her take me.
She sinks down, inch by inch. Stretching, claiming, filling herself with me in slow, shaking increments.
Her mouth drops open. “Oh—fuck.”
I grit my teeth, watching where we’re joined, heat pulsing through me like a heartbeat. “You feel like a dream,” I groan. “No. Better. You feel like home.”
She moves in slow, steady rolls of her hips. Torture. Heaven. Her chest brushes mine, nipples grazing the edge of my scales. Not burning. Making her moan. Making me harder.
I surge up, kissing her again. Because I need to. Because she’s mine, and this moment is mine, and I’m taking all of it.
Her hands curl behind my neck, anchoring us together like she’s afraid I might fly away. As if I could.
“Do the thing,” she whispers.
I swallow hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She groans and rocks her hips, squeezing me tighter. “Come on,” she whines. “I want it.”
I push up on my forearms, searching her gaze, finding nothing there but hunger and joy and want. Then I’m up, standing, holding her, her thighs braced around my waist. My lower wings extend before wrapping tight around her hips like a band.
She gasps. I feel it everywhere. The drag of my talon-tipped wings tracing over her ass, spreading her open, dipping into her tight hole.
I thrust, deep, smooth, filling her until she gasps again.
I fuck her like she’s mine. Because she is.
Sweat beads on her skin, slicking us together as I move harder, faster.
Foreheads pressed. Breath shared. Shaking. Tethered.
“I love you, Talon. You are mine, no matter what. You’ve always been mine, and I’ve always been yours.”
“I love you, Aura. So fucking much. Always yours,” I groan, hips stuttering. “Fuck, I’m close?—”
“Give it to me,” she pants. “Give me everything.”
I do. Harder now. Deeper.
She breaks first, moaning, clenching, coming around me with a shudder that drags me under too.
I bury myself to the hilt, roaring her name as I spill inside her. Heat. Life. All of me, anchored in her.
And when we still, I don’t pull out. I stay. I keep her close.
Because she’s mine.
Breathing together. Alive. Whole. Loved.
Chapter 42
Take Your Pizza to Go
TALON
Lucifer stretches out in the patch of sun on the wood floor of our new apartment. A puff of black fur floats from his body into the air with the movement. He seems well situated, but I know the second I drop my jacket or sit down, he’ll be all over me. His own personal heater.
Though I’ve come to appreciate the attention, and the feline is always careful not to touch my bare skin and is incredibly adept at avoiding getting burned.
