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She’d bet Gray wouldn’t disappoint.

He’d take her again and again and make her orgasm each and every time. He was so damn strong he’d easily hold her against the tiled wall one-handed while he fucked her and played with her clit with his free hand all at the same time.

Her breath caught in her throat when he stretched out one wing—the damn appendage took up all the remaining space in the shower stall—and he soaped it into a lather, then rinsed it off before shaking it and folding it behind his back. When he did the same to his other wing, she was all but quivering.

What was it about his wings that made her melt? Was it the extra power they gave him? Was it the fact she was no longer one of the most formidable beings on planet Earth?

He leaned close, his breath warm against her ear. “I can smell your arousal, Sienna,” he said softly. “I can pleasure you however you need. Just say the word and I’ll give you what you want.”

For a moment her every muscle clenched. Then outraged denial poured through her and she wrenched away from his hypnotic spell. “Nice try,” she said scathingly. “But I’m not falling for your bullshit. I know what you want from me, and it’s not just sex.”

She thrust open the shower’s glass door and stepped out onto the mat, then grabbing a towel, she wrapped it protectively around her even as he shut down the water and followed her out.

“Your loss,” he said matter-of-factly, his big body far too close to give her any peace of mind.

She stiffened. “Do you have another T-shirt I can borrow?”

“We really need to take you shopping, don’t we,” he murmured. He tugged the remaining towel off the rail and knotted it low on his hips. “Let’s find you something to wear. Then we’ll eat.”

She followed him down the hallway and into the master bedroom, her stomach doing crazy little backflips as she eyed off the huge bed. Did he sleep with his wings tucked close to his spine, or did he allow them to stretch out either side of him?

She bit into her bottom lip. Did he bring strange women home and fuck them in that same bed? Her stomach hollowed out, her blood turning to ice in her veins.For fuck’s sake!What did it matter to her if he’d screwed a hundred—a thousand!—different women? She loathed the man. Even if he tried to seduce her, his only objective would be to make her trust him so that he’d loosen her tongue.

That he’d enjoy himself in the process would be a secondary concern. All he cared about was achieving his goal. The moment he did that she’d be nothing more than a distant memory. If she was lucky, he might feel a momentary twinge of guilt and remorse.

He reached into his closet and took a bright red T-shirt off a hanger and handed it to her. This will be miles to big on you, but I guess that is the idea.”

She nodded. “I’d rather you weren’t staring at my tits and pussy while we’re eating dinner.”

He arched a brow. “And here I thought your species weren’t shy when it came to being nude.”

She left her towel on as she pulled the T-shirt over her head. Only once it had settled into place over her did she take off the towel underneath. “We’re not shy at all,” she conceded. “Not in front of people we trust.”

He sighed heavily. “You don’t trust me one bit, I get it, I really do. If I was in your shoes I wouldn’t trust me, either.”

He took off his towel, and she couldn’t help but stare at his cock. It was perfectly smooth; the striations of brown and gold making her salivate. What would he taste like? Did his kind enjoy oral sex like her kind did along with Earth people?

He went without underwear and instead drew on a pair of gray sweats, which did nothing to hide the bulge of his erection beneath. After pulling on a white T-shirt, he said, “Let’s eat,” his eyes gleaming as though he knew exactly what she hungered for.










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