by Gina Lamm
He nodded, wishing he could help make her more comfortable with the truth.
She dropped her gaze into her lap. “I guess it would be a lie to say I'm surprised. You were right. I have had odd dreams all my life, about flying, and the moon, and someone like you. I've always felt different. I just didn't know exactly how different.” She shrugged a pale shoulder, looking up at him.
“Would you like…?” He stopped to clear his throat, nerves suddenly clogging it. “Would you like to be able to know yourself? Your Daemon self?”
She nodded slowly.
“Come.”
He stood, leading her through the gauzy curtains onto the balcony. She didn't resist when he pulled her in front of him, turning her face toward the full moon. He kept his hands on her hips, gently pressing into her.
“Let the light enter you. Let her glow consume you. Daemons are Moon's children, and she gives us wings to fly.”
Ancient words fell from his lips, familiar and powerful as ever. Where her back touched his chest, a heat began. With each phrase, the temperature climbed higher, nearly burning his chest with its intensity. She trembled with Moon’s power as he channeled it for her. His voice fell to a whisper as he uttered the last phrases of the call to change. With a regretful sigh, he released her, leaving her to Moon's powerful energy. Under his watchful gaze, her wings sprang forth, unhampered by the low back of the tank she wore. She cried out, her back arching against the unfamiliar sensation, and he laid a hand on her in comfort as the last ripples of magic did their work. Shiny feathers covered her beautiful new wings, blacker than midnight. In mere seconds, the transformation was complete.
Once she’d calmed, she turned to him with poignant wonder in her eyes. “Baird?”
His lips twisted in a smile. “Aye, and look at you.”
She stretched out the feathered appendages and bit her lip, the excitement at the fulfillment of her dreams evident in her expression. He couldn't deny either of them the pleasure, so with a leap, he grabbed her hand and flew them toward the moon.
Her wing beats, awkward and uneven at first, grew stronger and more measured as they climbed. His heart swelled at the joy on her face. It had been so long since his own first flight that he sometimes took the blessing for granted. Seeing her delight in the night breeze blowing through her hair made his heart lighter.
When she'd found her rhythm and no longer depended on him to remain aloft, he dropped her hand.
“Race ya, lass!”
A mighty down stroke of his wings bolted him forward.
“No you don't!”
He glanced over his shoulder and laughed aloud. Her wings beat frantically, resembling a baby hummingbird learning to fly. She'd never catch him like that. With a regretful sigh, he fell back, allowing her to close the distance between them, then surpass him.
“See? I beat you!” She crowed in victory, pumping her fists above her head.
“That and you did.” He smiled at the incredible happiness shining through her. She'd gone from uncomfortable in her own skin to a radiant force of light in mere minutes. Embracing one's nature can do that.
They spent long hours flying together, swooping up toward the moon and diving down again. The isolation of the high mountains made for a perfect place to show her the finer points of flight. Only when she begged exhaustion did they return to the suite, the moon sitting much lower on the horizon.
Chapter Three
With a ton of regret, Ginger landed on the marble tiles of the balcony. What an incredible night! The freedom of soaring under the stars, the feel of the night air through the feathers adorning her beautiful wings, and a man...a male to fly with, to share the joy of the moon.
Happiness filled her. “Thank you. That was the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me.”
He nodded, a wistful smile gracing his lips. “I'm glad to have been able to be a part of it.” He looked down at the tiles.
“What's wrong?” She took a step toward him.
“Nothing to be concerned about. I'd best be getting you home, aye?”
She stopped.
Her most secret dreams had come true. The moon, the flight, everything, except for one very important part. Her logical self argued that this wasn't her. But the new Ginger, the one who'd flown with Baird up to the moon and back again, was the type of girl to get what she wanted. And she wanted the Daemon.
“Not yet,” she whispered, and reached up to pull his head down to hers, pressing her lips to his. Her breasts strained against his chest, the heat of their contact making her want more. The tingling began again deep in her belly, straining for the release that no one else in her lifetime had been able to achieve.
His hands roamed over her back, ripples of pleasure dancing through her at his touch. When they slid down to grip her ass, she gasped into his mouth and kissed him more fervently. His strong fingers dug into the flesh, bringing her into deeper contact with the hardness straining against her belly.
He tore her mouth from hers, leaving her bereft. His eyes darkened like a stormy sea as he asked, “Are you sure?”
She bit her swollen lip before answering. “I'm sure. I want you to take me.”
For the second time that night, he scooped her up in his arms and stepped back into the penthouse suite.
He passed the chaise, heading straight for the king-sized bed. He laid her on the plush comforter gently, letting her adjust her new wings to a more comfortable position.
His voice rasped as he spoke. “If you're going to change your mind about this, let it be now. It's been too long for me to promise that I can stop if we go much farther.”
In answer, she held out her arms to him.
He ripped the shirt from his chest, completing the destruction of the cotton that his wings had begun when they sprang from his back earlier that evening. Her breath caught at the sight of him, all lean-muscled, defined abs leading in a V down to the waistband of his khaki slacks. The lightest dusting of hair graced his chest, darkening as it disappeared under his belt.
“Like what you see?” he asked teasingly.
She nodded.
“Care to see more?”
She nodded again. His hands went to his belt, loosening the leather from the brushed nickel buckle. He pulled it free and tossed it aside. Unfastening the button of the slacks and zipper, he divested himself of them totally. He stood, clad in only a pair of black jockeys, his arousal evident.
“It's hardly fair you look your fill when you've showed me naught of you.” He sat on the end of the bed, releasing the strap of her sandal before tossing it away. “Is it?”
She allowed him to remove her other sandal, then rose to her knees. Without letting her eyes leave his face, she slid the straps of her tank from her shoulders. Glad for the stretchy material, she shoved it past her hips and kicked it free. Watching him over her shoulder, she unfastened her pants. One button, two, three, four, and the fly was undone. Affording him a view of her backside, she pushed the material down past her knees.
“Gods,” he groaned as he took in the sight of her thong-clad bottom.
A rush of hot moisture soaked the fabric and excitement thrummed through her. His deep moan of appreciation as she ran her fingers under the waistband of the thong emboldened her, and she turned to face him.
“Touch yourself,” he grated, his own hand rubbing the hard length beneath his jockeys.
With only the slightest hesitation, she let her hand sink lower into her panties, covering the damp slit beneath. She moaned as her fingers touched the moisture there. Never before had she been so wet, so wanting. He had done this to her—he turned her on like no other man ever had.
“Show me, lass.” He reached out to pull the underwear from her. “I want to see you touching yourself.”
She stayed still, allowing him to peel the pink silk off her hips. When her fingers dipped between her folds, he growled deep in his chest.
“More.”
She stood between his knees,
her fingers exploring the damp crevice of her body. He sat on the bed, eyes fixed on the movements of her hand on her most private place. She tossed her head back, losing herself in the sensations.
He clenched his teeth, his erection flexing with want as she pleasured herself before him. Never had he wanted a female this badly. He could scent her arousal in the air, and it nearly drove him mad with desire. She'd bared her throat to him, completely wanton as her fingers explored her womanhood. A tiny, wet sound began as her fingers found a rhythm, her shapely hips rolling. Her wings fluttered behind her and her nipples puckered, pouting through the delicate pink lace of her bra.
“Keep going,” he commanded, and reached behind her to loosen the clasp of her bra. The strapless confection melted away, falling to the floor completely forgotten when his gaze locked on her breasts. As if magnetized, his hands ran up the curve of her hips to cup each of the beautifully rounded globes.
“You're magnificent.” He drew her closer, deeper between his spread legs. His mouth opened to receive the hardened nub of her breast.
She moaned as he sucked her. His lips and tongue manipulated the sensitive bud, a drawing pressure that quickened her hand's movements between her thighs. He lightly pinched and rolled the other nipple, mimicking the motion of his mouth as he pleasured her.
“Baird,” she cried out, her hips twisting as her arousal’s scent permeated the air.
He lifted his head and grabbed her hand, stopping her from orgasm. “No' yet, sweet.”
“Please,” she begged, trying to pull her hands away. “I was almost there.”
“No' yet.” He brought her fingertips to his mouth.
When the honey of her pussy met his tongue, he groaned in ecstasy. He sucked away the sweet moisture that coated her fingers. Never had he tasted anything so delicious, so purely female.
After he'd licked every drop of wanting from her delicate hand, he raised his head. She was staring at him, pleasure darkening her gaze.
“You taste sweet, female.” His voice rumbled low. “I find I want more.”
In the blink of an eye, he'd lifted her and laid her gently down on the bed. His wings stretched out, creating a canopy over them as he knelt between her spread legs.
When her thighs opened to his gaze, he nearly wept. Smooth, hairless, as pink as her panties and bra had been, her folds glistened with the moisture of her desire. Unable to stop himself, he reached forward and spread the outer petals wide. Her pussy was beautiful, made for his lovemaking.
His head dived down between her legs, and he began to consume her, one delicious lick at a time.
Her fingers tightened in his hair as he teased her, lips and mouth caressing her gently. She panted, raising her hips to him. He complied with the silent order, deepening the pressure of his tongue on her. Gods, but she was delicious. Her body conveyed her desperate wanting with another rush of honey, and he lapped it like a starving man. He brought his mouth up to the apex of her thighs and flicked his tongue against the hard little cherry he found there.
“Oh!” She thrashed against his mouth.
He set up a quick rhythm, sucking the tiny nub as he'd teased her nipple. His tongue flicked it lightly, and she thrust against him, encouraging him. When her pants grew louder, her movements more frantic, he pulled his head away, rising on his knees.
“Ah!” Her hips twisted in want. “Don't stop!”
“No' yet,” he said again, eyes hungry as he studied her swollen folds. “You can't come yet.”
“Please,” she whimpered. Her dark hair spread like a curtain on the pillow. She stared at his jockeys. “I need you.”
His cock strained harder in the confinement. “What do you need, Ginger? Say it.”
She swallowed hard. “I need your cock.” Sitting up, she reached for his jockeys and slid her fingers beneath the waistband.
Savoring the softness of her hands on his skin, he stilled, allowing her to continue. She pulled them down slowly, running her fingers across the muscles of his ass, then back around to the front, carefully springing his erection. She gasped at the sight of his length.
“You're beautiful.”
He shook his head with a half smile. “I'm just me.”
“I think that you’re incredible.” She pushed the underwear to his knees and bent her dark head to taste him.
Her mouth closed around the tip of his shaft, and his world rocked on its axis. He buried his hands in her hair to steady himself, unprepared for the rush of desire gripping him low in his belly. She took him deep, using her hand to grip the base of his hardness. Her tongue lapped the end of his cock, removing a droplet of moisture before she took his length in once more.
His hips moved of their own volition, pumping in time with her mouth. Her soft hand cupped his bollocks. Sweat beaded his brow as he pumped harder, straining for the peak that had eluded him for so long. It would only take moments, her hands and mouth so good on his flesh. But he wasn't done with her yet.
Twice more, thrice she stroked his length before he pulled away though his desire begged for her to continue.
“Is that all you wanted, lass? A taste of me? If you continue as you are, that's all you'll get.”
He laid her back once again, his wings covering her.
Chapter Four
Ginger licked her lips as he pressed her into the comforter. He'd tasted so good. She'd never tried oral sex before, but with Baird there were no limits. Everything about him broke her from her shell, from the staid life she'd convinced herself she wanted. She was alive, humming with pleasure that only he'd been able to give her. For that moment, she'd live her life to the fullest, and damn tomorrow.
He lay full length atop her, and she welcomed his weight. His chest crushed her breasts, his hips aligned with hers. She spread her legs beneath him, her core seeking his heat.
“Please,” she begged, needing more.
He kissed her again, tongue delving deep into her mouth. His nakedness stoked her fires hotter, and she twisted beneath him, moaning into his mouth. Her breasts swelled against him, her nipples tightening to the point of pain. Her fingertips dug into his back, just below the base of his wings, pleading him to make her his. Her pussy sought his hardness, begging to be filled, but he kept his cock away from her slick folds. She tore her mouth free. “Please!”
“Please what, lass?” His lips claimed her neck. Teeth gently scraped her skin, making her lose her mind. Awash in sensation, she couldn't think clearly any longer. If he didn't claim her soon, didn't wrap his wings around her as he entered her, with complete certainty she’d die. He'd played her masterfully, her pleasure peaking at a fever pitch. She didn't care about anything anymore, nothing at all, except for him to enter her in that moment.
“Please, fuck me!”
Relenting, he allowed the smooth tip of his length to nestle in her wet folds. She stilled, stunned by the sensation of the taut head against her flesh. He dragged the tip around the entrance to her body, up the center of her slit to the nub of her desire, then back down to do the loop once again.
Her pussy released another rush of moisture, as if begging him to enter her. He groaned.
“Don’t move.” He growled, rising from the bed. She heard the soft rip of a condom wrapper, a moment of quiet, and he lay atop her again. She welcomed the heavy weight of him once more.
“I can't wait longer, lass.” He pressed the head of his cock into her entrance.
She hadn’t been with a man as large as he, but he’d prepared her well and she accommodated him easily. He breached her slowly, an inch at a time, and she gasped in wonder at the heady feeling of his body possessing hers. Only halfway within her, he stopped.
“All right?”
She shook her head.
“No?” His voice was full of disbelief, and he began to pull out.
“I want all of you. Now.”
Her fingers dug into his skin, and she lifted her hips, forcing him home.
He lost control then, pumping
into her; his dark wings wrapped around her, cocooning them both as he moved within her. His hands gripped her ass as he stroked.
He stretched and filled her, pushing her to the limit. Every thrust brought his groin into contact with her clit. The feelings dancing at the edge of her consciousness when she'd pleasured herself before him, and again as he'd sucked her, came rushing back in a wave.
“Ah!” she cried. Faster and faster, he pumped into her, his cock growing hotter and harder. Their friction built, the sensations overtaking them both. Her fingers dug into his back, and she nearly screamed in mindless pleasure as the peak neared.
Her pussy clenched his cock, trying to wrench his seed from him. He bit the inside of his cheek, hoping the momentary flash of pain would be enough to slow him. She was so close, and he'd be damned if she missed her first real orgasm because he was a selfish pig. But her soft core begged it of him.
His wings wrapped tight around her, and he held her close as he moved within her. A tingling at the base of his spine signaled the end was approaching. He bit down harder, determined to see her pleasured.
“Come for me, lass,” he rasped against her neck. “Let me feel your pussy grab my cock as you come. Wouldn't you like to feel that? Wouldn't you like to have my hot spend inside you? I'll not give it to you if you don't come for me.” Lifting his torso, he reached down between them and brushed her clit with a finger. “Come for me, now. Come for me.”
Her cries grew louder, her movements more frantic. Twice, three times his finger rubbed her clit, keeping time with the thrusts of his cock. The tingling in his spine became a fire. He was out of time.
“Now!” He pressed his thumb against her clit, hard.
She screamed against him, legs wrapped about his hips. Her sheath gripped his cock, spasms rippling the soft flesh around his length. She rode the wave of ecstasy, gasping as she came.
Bringing his hand up beside her, he let himself go.
He pounded against her mercilessly. His cock stretched her tight warmth, hotter now for her rush of pleasure. Her velvet heat gripped him, milking him, drawing his cum from him. With a strangled groan, he crested the heights of pleasure.
