We cling to each other, tasting, devouring,feeling.
Only when it’s absolutely necessary to breathe do we break.
Still, I drop small, short kisses on her lips, down the line of her elegant neck. I taste salt, soap, rain, andher.
“Talon.” A laugh bubbles out of her. It’s only then I notice her teeth are chattering. Her entire body is trembling, hard.
My protective instincts kick in.
“Hold on,” I say, dropping a kiss on the perfect shell of her ear. I gather her closer. Ignoring the pain, my wings expand and I force myself to stand. Aurora’s legs encircle my waist, tightening as I shoot us up into the sky with a powerful stroke of my wings.
A little squeal of surprise slips out of her, and I hug her tighter, unable to stop the smile forming on my lips.
With a quick scan, I spot a brick industrial building with open windows on the third floor. I easily push the oversized pane so it swings open wider for us to pass through.
The pain in my side burns, but it’s so far down the list of feelings I’m experiencing, it is quickly a dull throb in the background.
The large warehouse is deserted. Tall wooden crates are stacked like forgotten tombstones, casting long shadows. An insignia of a rose with thorns is burned into the sides of all the containers. A few hanging bulbs strung across a central beam flicker softly to life—motion-triggered. The amber glow spills across the concrete floor, warm and golden against the cold outside.
I land in the center of the space and spot an old wool blanket thrown over a crate. I grab it, pulling it over Aurora's shoulders.
The sound of fluttering has me on instant alert. I catch whispers of movements overhead. Bats maybe? I catch a pair of floppy ears and twitching noses up in the rafters. Ah. Flutterbuns. Little half-rabbit, half-bat creatures with horns. It’s surprising to find them nesting here, but they won’t bother us.
Aurora is still laughing, and shivering. Her cotton candy pink and blue hair has turned dark, heavy with rainwater. I carefully rub part of the blanket over her head.
Her laughter subsides, eyes drifting down to my side.
“You need medical attention,” she says more seriously.
“You’re right, but I need this first.” I grab her roughly and claim her mouth again.
Need builds inside me, stronger than it ever has, threatening to consume me whole.
Aurora shoves me hard enough that I break away. “We have to do something about it,” she says before turning to go.
Panic surges as I grab hold of the blanket around her, pulling her back to me with a stubbornharrumph.
“Fine.” She snorts in fake impatience. “Come with me then.” She drags me by the hand over to an office where she finds a first aid kit in one of the drawers.
She hums as she picks through the surprisingly well-stocked kit. Impatience gets the best of me as I brush her hands aside, grab a swath of gauze and quickly tape it over my side.
It'll do for now, but I'm not the only one with damage.
I grab the disinfectant and force Aurora to keep still as I clean the scratches on her hands and knees. All the while, she tortures me by kissing my chest, my neck, any bit she can reach. It feels like an eternity after I’m done bandaging her scrapes.
Finally finished, I hold Aurora’s face and taste her deeply and completely. When her butt hits the desk, I don’t stop. Picking her up by the hips, I set her on the surface. Stepping in between her legs feels like coming home.
My extended wings flap and stretch with unrestrained excitement.
The blanket falls from her shoulders as I nip and taste down the column of her throat, eliciting the most cock-hardening whimpers and moans. I tug down the neckline of her dress, exposing her full breasts.
Goosebumps rise along her golden flesh as my mouth covers her swell and my tongue swirls around her perfect pink nipple. Savoring the taste of her skin, I’m desperate for more. I squeeze and coax the other breast so it doesn’t feel neglected until I can switch and molest that one too. The peaks are already stiff against my tongue, and I flick and nip between sucking and kissing them, worshipping her like I’ve always wanted to.
“Talon, I...” Her voice chokes up, like she can’t get the words out.
“I know, baby, I know,” I coo. I yank her dress up, and my fingers find her wet seam.
She gasps. I gulp.
