Page 73 of Why Broken Wings Fray

“Wait, wait! No, no don’t rip–” My trousers tore just as quickly. “I liked those!”

His chuckle was dark and promising as it scattered along my revealed chest. “I’ll get you more.”

My stomach fluttered as he finally pulled away from me, placing both hands over my breasts not to knead them like I desperately needed him to, but to block them from the cold as he stared up at me.

I wasn’t sure what was happening at that moment, but I couldn’t help but to stare at him, too.

He was so beautiful. Not just that ragged, pixie appearance of his. Not the Kingly aura that sometimes pulsed from him with such intensity that it knocked me off-kilt. No, just his wide eyes that blinked up at me, at all that he held within them, all that he held within him.

I moved my hands from where they had been gripping his shoulders and set them onto either of his cheeks. He leant towards one, then the other, nuzzling into my palm as that gentled look on his face consumed me. His eyes never left mine as he turned his mouth into my arm, kissing at the base of my wrist while he sank into the same trance I was in.

I just wanted to feel him. Every inch of him. Until I knew his skin like it was my own, until I could map it in the dark, until I knew every line and every scar. One hand moved from his cheek to his hair, the long strands that had been properly brushed now that he resided in Cluaineach. I let my fingers drag through his hair, watching as the golden threads melted away from my touch and settled back against his neck.

He watched me as I watched him. His eyes only left mine to see my brows bunch, or to note the twitch beneath one of my eyes, or to the curve of my smile as I touched him. His intrigue and gentle curiosity was enthralling, and I wanted to keep that look of openness on his face for as long as I could.

“Let me know when you are done,” he murmured, his voice somewhat silken.

“Done what?” I whispered back, my fingers still tracing idle patterns on his face, his neck, his shoulders. Each time I retracted my touch and placed it back on him, his eyes would flutter shut and he would move into the contact, urging me to continue.

“Let me know when you are done touching me.”

“I don’t want to be done,” I admitted.

His smile was soft as he watched me prove that. “Neither do I want you to stop. But I would very much like to taste you, soon.”

My hands fell away from his face just as my cheeks flooded with warmth. His smile twisted into something more Raegan-like, slightly crooked and full of his slyness.

I knew I shouldn’t goad Raegan, but I couldn’t help it. It was just so fun. “Then what are you waiting for, Your Majesty?”

He snarled, though instead of it being a threat, it was a promise as he finally discarded the tattered trousers that I loved so dearly.

Revealed to him, I watched his face shift into something else as he dropped his gaze to the apex of my thighs. My whole body was shaking, the cold encouraging the anticipation that was racing through me. He had me so wound up, so desperate for his every touch and even his briefest glances, that I feared all he would need to do was stare at me for a moment longer and he would have me coming without even touching me.

He hissed out a word that sounded like a curse, only because it was said the same way I wanted to say fuck and pull him against me.

Long gone was patience and trying-to-kill-me-with-suspense Raegan. He affirmed the grip around me and pulled us both down to the ground, making sure to set me upon a patch of softened earth. Once I was balanced, he set himself over top of me, pressing his body between my legs until I was spread out for him.

He shot me one more roguish, mischievous grin before his face disappeared. I hoisted myself up onto my elbows to watch him slide down my body, his tongue dragging along my bare skin and leaving a long path of evidence he had been there. I needed to watch him, every small movement, every shift of his muscles over his back, as he met my core.

He lowered his head to me and just as I contemplated quickening his movements by lifting my hips to meet him halfway, Raegan pivoted and instead kissed the inside of my thigh. It sent a rush of something across my body, pebbling my skin and making me suck in a sharp breath. Then he moved to the other side, another kiss on the innards of my thigh.

And a kiss turned into a lick, which grew into a suck. His lips met my skin with urgency and for a moment I swore I felt a prick of a fang against them, until he retreated and looked up at me through my legs.

I knew what I looked like. I was undone. My hair was a mess, my eyes were wide and unblinking, my cheeks were so flushed that the heat of them was warming my entire body. I was a mess, because he had turned me into a mess. But instead of shying away from my unkempt appearance, he lowered his face and grinned at me through his brows.

Then his tongue met me.

His name toppled from my mouth as the surprise of him ripped through my body and made my muscles spasm. Hearing his name moaned made him lay a possessive grip on either of my hips as he dragged his tongue along me again. And again. Slow, planned, and torturous, each swipe of his tongue split me in half and halted right on that bundle of nerves.

After a few of those, my body bucking against him and kept still only by the grip he held on to me with, Raegan focused his attention and flicked several times, the heat of his breath and the strength of his focus sending me right towards an edge.

I was right there, standing on it, thrilled to feel the fall, when he pulled away from me. My head tipped back, my body writhing, I fell still to look at him.

His mouth was still so close to me that the push of breath with every word made me whimper. “How does that feel?”

I was incapable of speech, only feverish moans, which I offered several of. That wicked smile of his took to new heights as he lowered himself once more. This time, though, one of his hands reached for mine. He took my wrist with a gentle grip as his tongue swiped, and he placed my hand on the back of his head.

He released me to tempt my entrance with his fingers. Just as he slipped two in at once, curling them immediately, he whispered against me, “Use me how you wish.”