Terry’s eyes went from teasing to gentle. “You’ve accomplished many things, Lothair, and will do even more. I’m just along for the ride.”
Running my hands up his back until I reached the roots of his wings, I pulled him closer for a kiss. “You make everything so much better.”
It was the simple truth. Everything was better with Terry—from how I enjoyed sex and how food tasted to how I felt about myself. Of course I was smug as hell about the engagement. I was proud of myself without any doubt or reservations.
Terry grazed my lips with his teeth. “You want a big wedding, huh? So that everyone knows?”
The truth? I didn’t have many friends to invite: Paris and Boone, maybe Zach. Was it weird to invite your regularescort to your wedding? We liked Zach, and I flattered myself that he liked us back. Anyway, I did want to make a big deal out of my marriage to Terry for no other reason than it felt like a big fucking deal to me.
“Would it bother you?”
Terry laughed. “We don’t have much of a choice, my love. My family would disown me if we excluded anyone.”
“Damn. That’s like fifty people to start with. How many kids do your cousins and brothers have?”
“We’ll need a bouncy castle.”
“Is it a wedding or a fair?”
My mate shrugged. “More like a fair. But how about this? We’ll take over my parents’ football-field-sized lawn. We’ll set up a bouncy castle, sprinklers, a big-ass party tent, a stage…the whole nine yards, and we’ll invite everyone and their toddlers. Let them go crazy.”
“I sense a but.”
He leaned forward to whisper into my ear, stroking my horns with his clever fingers. “We disappear right after the cake and go somewhere for at least a week of just flying and fucking.”
An image lit up in my head of Terry on a beach at sunset, shifting mid-run, his wings catching all the hues of the evening sun.
“Yeah, I want that,” I rasped, tightening my hold on my mate.
“It’s settled then. Now we only need to pick a date.”
“Can we do it soon?” I sounded needy, but I didn’t care. Terry already knew how much this meant to me.
“Let’s talk to my parents.”
I took a deep breath. I would have to get used to dealing with Terry’s folks. They were wonderful toward me, but they still terrified me on a primal level I hadno control over. Terry said it was because a part of me was still afraid to get close to people in case they abandoned me. Childhood trauma. I didn’t like the explanation one bit, but he was probably right.
“Okay. Let’s talk to them as soon as possible.”
“Good. But now, can we forget about them?”
He kept stroking my horns, and I purred like a freaking cat. I had no idea they would be so sensitive to touch.
“I want you to fuck me, but we have no supplies,” Terry said, pressing his cock against mine.
“We could do it when we get home.”
“We can.”
He thrust harder, rocked back, and pushed again. The ridges of his dick snagged against mine. Terry wrapped his clawed hand around our cockheads, spreading the precum around.
“I want to come before we go back,” I murmured against his lips. I loved his weight in my lap, the sight of him half shifted, the feeling of his powerful wings under my hands, and his long tail curling around mine.
“It’ll be fast,” he muttered, breathless already. “I love it when you’re like this.”
“Can you imagine someone seeing us now?”
“They’d think we’re two demons from hell getting it on.”
