His whole body shuddered, eyes squeezing closed. “Fuck! Yes!” He let out a raw snarl through his teeth, and as her thumb brushed up the underside toward the crown, his orgasm overtook him.
He rocketed his hips upward as though struck by lightning and the hot gush of his cum sprayed followed by a second and third. An inhuman roar of pleasure tore through him, her name breaking on his lips again and again. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him through the powerful orgasm.
Curling against him, she regarded the sweet mess his fountain of cum left on his stomach and chest. Some of the gushing seed even spattered as high as the pillow and his throat. Giving his balls another slow squeeze, she freed his wrists from the shirt and nuzzled into his side, kissing his lips lovingly as he spiraled down from his climax.
“Love you. Love you, merciful lady!” he whimpered, pulling her up against his chest, smothering her with kisses. “That was fucking amazing!”
She basked in this attention, adoring how spent and rattled he was after her torment. Stroking fingers through his hair, she cupped his face and when he turned into her touch, his tongue lapped along her mark, making her sex squeeze violently in echo of his pleasure.
She’d almost lost this! Almost lost herself and lost him!
“I’ve got you, love,” he whispered into her palm, silvery gaze holding hers. “And if you think I’m done, you are sadly mistaken.”
She sat up and pulled her shirt off, showing off as she stripped for him with a roll of her hips while her bare tits bounced free. The small bed creaked under their weight and she couldn’t help but smile. It had been such a long time since she’d screwed around on a twin bed. None of those fumbling experiments had been like this.
Under her, he sat up, his strong arms wrapped around her, sliding up to her wings, the touch encouraging her to open them. It felt similar to stretching out another pair of arms. She flexed them, like spreading fingers open wide. As she did, she saw the tips of white feathers barred with blue and silver. Before she could focus on her strange new limbs, his hands were sliding up her sides and the warmth of his palms cupped her breasts, trapping her nipples as she had done to his.
With a gasp, she arched forward, squirming against him, and she could feel his cock, still rigid and curved, slide along her hip and stomach.
“I’m going to lick every inch of you until you melt all over my tongue,” he growled into her throat, pressing his cheek to her breast. The prickle of his golden mustache and beard thrilled her and his silver eyes flashed up from his attention to her naked breasts. “Beautiful Marcie. My heart and beloved.”
His wings joined his arms in wrapping around her and he lifted her, guiding her legs to straddle his cum-slick stomach. He settled back down and pulled her up his body, along his chest. The feel of his hard body between her thighs as he pulled her along his tight muscles gave her a wild spasm of desire. He smiled knowingly up at her and when she’d reached his upper chest, one hand stroked down from her breasts to draw curling patterns along her stomach, using the mess of his seed to paint her with tribal markings.
His.
She whimpered her need as he took his time in reaching her sex and only lightly caressed her sensitive lips with his fingertips.
“Gods! Your sweet cunt has haunted me since the last time I got to taste you, temptress.” His wings stayed loose around her, lightly caressing and supporting around her hips and along her back to tease into her lower feathers. The sensation was unfamiliar and wonderfully erotic.
When she arched toward him, he held her in place with his other hand, preventing her from seeking her satisfaction or rubbing against him. Payback for her earlier torment. Her honey mixed with the cum that had covered his stomach. She loved the mess she was making of his tight body. The fact he obviously enjoyed it just as much made her stomach tighten and he chuckled softly.
“You are evil!” she gasped when his thumb pressed into her hipbone, dipping in toward her thigh to push her legs open wider. His hungry gaze roamed over her, brazenly admiring her.
“Oh, you have no idea,” he growled and pulled her up the last few inches and kissed her mons and very slowly lapped his tongue up through her heat. He traced her swollen lips up and down, nibbling and growling at her broken cries of pleasure.
He tormented her with his skillful teasing, building her up and then backing off. As he whispered filthy promises into her sex, his fingers dipped deeper, stroking and probing knuckle by knuckle. One finger, then two before he looked up into her eyes and shifted a third finger into her. Slowly he spread her around the thick trio of digits, not relenting as she cried out and begged for more. She rolled her hips toward his hand, blushing as he growled about her being so greedy, and fucked her harder with steady thrusts of his fingers.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” he purred and nibbled very lightly against her clit. The sensation made her buck her hips forward, impaling her deeper on his fingers, and they coiled up into her G-spot.
“Fuck, your cunt tastes so good!” he snarled. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want you to soak me in your honey.”
As though she could hold back! She fell forward, balancing herself on the wall while one hand slid down into his hair, whimpering out his name as she trembled and shook. The pleasure roared through her, starting along the soles of her feet and burning up into the core of her, tightening every muscle in her body as the desire consumed her.
His groans of pleasure vibrated through her sex and he thrust his fingers into her deeper and faster as she came. Just as she began to taper off, he removed his fingers and fluttered his tongue in her creamy center while two slick fingers fucked her asshole.
She came a second time almost instantly with her pucker stuffed by his driving fingers. When he bit into her clit and ground his face against her, she came again. His fingers claimed her ass, and her body was a raw nerve as his hungry pleasure threatened to devour every part of her.
He let her spiral in pleasure, simply lapping up her sweetness, whispering low to her. His voice vibrated through her, the words thrumming in her ears. She was shuddering, right on the edge of another climax when he suddenly pulled her down his chest and sat up, easing her back into the bed, pinning her under him.
Rearing over her, wings open, he rubbed his slick cock against her inner thigh in an achingly slow caress. She could feel the need in him. He was almost to the breaking point.
“I need you, love. Show me you need this, too,” he growled to her, and she parted her legs for him. He moaned, head falling forward, his golden hair tickling her breasts before he kissed over her heart, his hot, wet face leaving trails of sex-scented kisses up her throat and at last to her lips.
“I need you, too!” Cupping his face, she met his lips and kissed him hard.
His cock slid along her pussy and it was so deliciously erotic. He did not pause to fumble for a condom. The intimacy made her desire for him tangle in her well-licked sex. He didn’t use his hand to guide himself inside her. He arched, and his bare cock teased between her folds. The fist-like crown nuzzled her entrance as they shared a sigh of satisfaction.
“So perfect,” she whimpered, wrapping her legs around him, arching upward, rocking into him as he pressed into her.
God, he was huge! And swollen with his need for her.
“Can’t last long with the taste of you on my tongue, cherry pie,” he warned. His slick lips brushed hers before she bit his lower lip and made him surge forward, driving balls deep into her.
She felt him come as a sweet pulse of heat and thickening of cock the moment he buried fully into her and her own climax joined his, milking him as they arched together, hips pressed as tightly as possible.
“Look what you do to me, love,” he moaned brokenly against her neck and rocked hard, pressing her brutally back into the mattress, making the springs whine and protest. His teeth found her neck and bit down on her as he jerked his hips back and then shoved into her, still hard.
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�Fuck!” she groaned as he grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands over her head, pinning her under him. He never softened as he pressed her to the mattress. He remained hard inside her.
“Oh, yes, love. Until you can’t fucking walk!” he promised and moved smoothly in and out of her, using every inch, stroke after stroke. Her cream and his seed escaped around the base of his cock, soaking the bed under her as he fucked her harder and faster. He fucked her as she begged for more. Under them, the bed protested that brutal treatment. She lay under his perfectly strong body as he claimed her, bruised her, fucked her just the way she needed it. Relentlessly!
They moved together, flowing and joining, and then he hilted his cock harder into her, rattling her teeth with the pure, wild force of his hunger for her. He plunged deep, shoving her savagely into the bed. Then he jerked back, letting his swollen cock head slip out before dipping into her again, sliding long and deeply into her only to start over. He savored each of her sounds, kissing her moans and drinking in her pleasure like a man addicted to her hoarse cries.
She screamed out his name, bucking up into his thrusts as she came, but still he didn’t stop, his hips driving through her orgasm, his cock plunging between her tightening muscles. He held her down, groaning and growling as he pushed her over the edge. Only when she’d melted under him, gasping for breath, did he begin to slow.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, releasing her hands and carefully shifting his weight, making the bed creak as he straddled her hips with his cock still deep inside her. This was so much more intimate without the condom. With his cock trapped between her thighs, she felt tighter around his huge girth.
When he began to move inside her again, the drag of his cock was slower. Her tight sheath made him shiver and groan with every inch he worked in and out of her. She, too, felt him more intensely than before as he grazed her clit and created a sweet friction of her pussy lips around his cock. He cupped her breasts, dragging his thumbs over the peaks of her nipples.
This time, the loving was close and intimate, their lips brushing as her hands tangled in his hair and then into the feathers of his wing while they rocked together. Closer, longer strokes of his body over hers, his heart thundering hard as he pressed against her.
She took his hand at last and brushed her lips across the mark on his palm, tasting her sex and his cum on his skin. Their fierce, unstoppable love for each other was snared in the tenuous bond binding them together. He turned his face into her hand as she stroked her fingers across his cheek and through the slick golden beard. When his mouth brushed her own mark, she thought she might shatter and never, ever be made whole again.
“Don’t stop. I’ve got you, love. I’m never letting go.” He shuddered above her, his movements growing unsteady. His sweat mingled with hers, the morning stretching into afternoon while they lay entwined. Sunlight beamed brightly through the open patio doors and glowed over them as they trembled in unison. One body. One heart and one soul as they found their climax simultaneously.
The union between them was so perfect that it curled her toes and made an ache pulse through her thighs, her sex and along her spine and into her chest where her heart filled to overflowing. She felt his pleasure through her, heard the roar of her name on his lips even as she matched him in a victory cry of release and his name. He filled her, overflowed her, turned her into boneless joy to be re-formed stronger and better than before.
But so fucking sore!
Not only from the rough bites and hard screwing, the horrible little bed was so ill-used, they must have broken it during their lusty play. She had at least one spring poking at her.
For a long time neither of them moved. Not until the sweat had dried and their heartbeats had returned to normal. Only then did he roll onto his side and then onto his back, pulling her with him, supporting her away from the prickle of the bed under her.
“I think you broke it,” he rumbled against her neck. His smile curled against her skin and he sounded utterly satisfied.
“Mmmm, I’ll buy you another one. No way we can both sleep in this bed. You’re a blanket hog.”
He murmured in agreement and pulled the quilt up around her, adjusting her wings with soft strokes of his fingers before the comforter covered them.
“I don’t think a bigger bed will fit in here,” she murmured. Nuzzling her cheek against his, she scanned the room. It was spartan, bordering on monastic, in both style and size. It made her heart ache to imagine him living there alone.
He kissed her neck. “Probably not, love. But the view is amazing.”
When he turned his head toward the open patio doors, she followed suit, focusing on what was outside. The landscape beyond put her own bedroom view to shame. The small patio looked out over grassy hills dotted with oak trees rising to redwood- and pine-covered mountains. On one distant slope stood an enormous red-barked tree, crowned with silvery leaves. She sucked in a breath, remembering the dream with the taste of pear and the scent of blossoms tangling in her mind.
When she tensed, he smoothed his fingers through her hair and down her back, the gesture soothing. At last he sat up, eliciting a muted, whimpering protest from her and a soft growl from him as he slipped from her at last. The warm trickle of his seed traced down her thighs. He held her close, keeping her in his lap as he reached for the side table and the glass of water. “Here, drink some water first, and we’ll go look at the mountain.”
She did as instructed, the thirst returning now that her physical need for his rough, loving touch was satisfied. The growl of her stomach reminded her she would need to see to the hunger sooner rather than later.
“This is your house?” she asked when she’d finished all the water, impishly giving him back the empty glass.
“Yes. It’s not much to look at, but now it’s yours as well.” He pulled the quilt around them as he stood, lifting her into his arms to carry her out into the bright afternoon. She could tell from the wear on the weathered deck that he spent a lot of time standing in that very place, looking at that view.
“All of this side is my property—” He slanted a grin at her and kissed her cheek. “Our property.” He nodded his head toward the red tree and murmured, “That is Welton land almost all the way back to the mountain there where it touches the Harris-Wallace border. Next to it belongs to the Harris family.” He said it as though he were seeing boundaries and lines she couldn’t make out.
“You have this tiny house but all this land?”
He smiled at her and nodded, shrugging. “Let’s say I had other things on my mind than building a house. I am not the best judge of furnishings anyway.” He indicated his barren room with a toss of his head back toward the bedroom.
“This is amazing though. All this wilderness.” She chewed on her lower lip and cuddled into her lover and the wrap of the quilt around them. Her own house was huge but sat on a very small bit of land. This was tucked away from all the wineries and vineyards.
“Oh, yes. I need a lot of privacy,” he whispered.
“Is that right? For your wild parties and orgies?” she teased, glancing behind him at the nook he called a room.
“No. For other things.” He drew her back into the room and through it into an equally shabby living room and kitchen that looked straight out of the 70s. There was no indication of updates to the wood-paneled walls or harvest-gold shag carpet. He smirked at her expression and set her down inside the kitchen, leaving her with the quilt while he went about seeing to food for them.
“This is…not what I expected your house would be,” she whispered. She’d imagined him having a home that matched the Adler estate. Or hers. Again, the refined gentleman warred with the rough little biker.
“Well, I have a nicer place on the coast. This is more of a blank canvas. It, and I, have been waiting for my lovely artist to bring out the true potential.” He pulled a package from the fridge—a large brown to-go box. He carried it to the counter and opened it while she slid closer
and wrapped her arms around him from behind.
“Planning a wedding and building a house? Seriously?”
He just smiled and nodded. “I have had several blueprints drawn up but—”
“You mean you didn’t just know what I’d want?”
He removed containers from the box, which looked like fixings for a picnic. There were salads and a selection of cheeses and meats. “I couldn’t decide if you’d like something modern or rustic. Your tastes are too varied, my love. Besides, you might not want to live here. It’s not perfectly safe here.”
Hairs at the back of her neck prickled. “Not safe? Why not?” she asked, accepting the cheese on a slice of bread as she squinted at him.
“It’s safer than it was. It should be fine now, but there’s no guarantee.” He glanced back toward the bedroom. From here they had a direct line of sight with the tree. “Years ago, someone did some stupid shit and they ripped open a gateway out there, not far from where the tree stands.”
“You?” she asked in a soft voice, remembering what he’d told her about his past.
“No, love. We don’t know who. Not for certain. We have suspicions, but no one caught the person responsible. We’re in a long game right now, trying to flush out those toying with this very, very bad juju. That gate needs to be watched so nothing comes slithering out again. Someone protects the far side and people on this side make sure no one dicks around with the locks. That was part of my obligation before. But we recently sent someone else to the far side and it’s changed the balance.”
“You’re not afraid to tell me this? Or worried your aunt might hear?” Her skin crawled at the prospect that she might be listening.
He turned his head, looking over his shoulder at her, and his gaze drifted above her head and then back to her eyes. “Not anymore.” He fed her a grape and took one himself, leaning back into her with a soft sigh. “I’m afraid telling you will put you in danger. I don’t think I ever really understood how horrible it would be. I mean, now I have this fear that I actually could lose you so quickly after finding you.” He shuddered and leaned a little closer into her to feel the comfort of her against him. “The worst case is you being hurt and taken from me, but I never processed the fact that you might not want this life. I’ve lived so long eye-deep in secrets and lies, it wasn’t until you started asking me questions that I realized that I don’t even know how you’ll process all this. I don’t want to hide anything from you, but I’m terrified you’re going to run in fear.” As he spoke, he turned her in his arms and cupped her face in his hands.
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