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“Yep.” She went up on her toes and kissed his lips. “And you’re my sexy winged-man.”

Now that sounded like progress.

Zar kissed her back, letting his tongue trace her bottom lip until she opened for him. He pulled her against his body and took her mouth like a man starved. He slipped his tongue inside the hot cavern and tasted the minty toothpaste she must have used in the bathroom just now. Beneath that was the honeyed flavor of Callie. Potent. So very potent.

He forced an end to the kiss and looked down at her. “We have things to attend to, little dove.”

She was breathing hard and barely paying attention when she asked, “Yeah?”

He liked that rosy look on her face. Too much. He stepped back, letting his wings release her as well. “How would you like to meet Queen Lyria?”

That got her attention. Her eyes widened. “Seriously?” he nodded, even though he was feeling entirely too protective. Part of him longed to hide Callie. But he had a feeling his little earth-born wouldn’t appreciate that type of treatment.

Callie began to pace the room. “She’s like a total badass that went up against your father and then went on to lead her own society. I’m like...human.” She stopped and swiveled around to face him when she asked, “What will she think of that? Of me?”

He hated the insecurity in her voice. Zar closed the distance between them and wrapped a hand around her throat, directly over the neck band. “She will see that you are an intelligent and independant woman and she will respect you. As I do.”

She took a deep breath, then let it out. “Okay, I can do this. How much worse can it be than meeting your very intimidating brothers and the cranky Dyre?”

He laughed. “Precisely.”

Callie’s gaze shot down at the dress and she smoothed a wrinkle from across middle. “This is beautiful, Zar. I still don’t know how you managed it when I’ve only been here a few days.”

He couldn’t take his eyes away from the neckline. It enhanced her breasts and made him ache to taste her there. Unable to help himself, Zar wrapped a wing around Callie and nudged her closer to him until she was flush against his body. He lowered his mouth and licked a path across the top swells of her breasts that were exposed. “I can move mountains when motivated, Callie,” he explained.

Her arms wrapped around his head, her fingers delving into his hair. “We don’t have time for this, right? Don’t we need to get ready for your meeting with Queen Lyria?”

Zar nuzzled his face into her cleavage, enjoying the silkiness of her skin. “We have time. He pulled back and took hold of her hand and led her to the end of the bed. “Put your hands on the bed, Callie, bend forward.”

“Let me take the dress off first, Zar,” she said, her voice husky with arousal.

His wings pinned her in place. “The dress stays on,” he softly ordered as he palmed her hip through the material. “I want you like this. Wearing the dress, the neck band. Spread your legs and let me have you, Callie.”

Zar held very still and waited for Callie to follow his order. He ached for her. She’d agreed to wear his band for all to witness. The need to sink his cock deep while it graced her neck was overpowering.

Callie breathed his name and bent forward, placing the palms of her hands on the mattress, then she looked back over her shoulder and waited. He couldn’t take his gaze off her. Such perfection. He gripped the dress and lifted it out of his way, exposing the heart-shaped ass he’d come to crave. “Push your bottom towards me. Show me you want me, little dove.”

Callie leaned down until her face was against the mattress then arched her back. It put her ass in the air and mere inches from his throbbing cock. “Like this?”

“Yes,” Zar growled as he wrapped a fist around his shaft and positioned himself at her wet pussy. He nearly thrust deep, but he held himself in check long enough to tease her slit with his feathers and check if she were ready to take him. She was slick with desire. Zar cursed. “I have never lost control with another the way I do you,” he admitted in a low voice.

“Fuck me, Zar,” she ordered in a throaty voice that Zar recognized too well. “Please, hurry.”

“Gladly,” he replied as he eased his way into her tight heat. Once he was seated balls deep, Zar wrapped his body around hers and kissed the neck band. She moaned and thrust her ass backward, telling him without words what she desired. He was very happy to comply with Callie’s demands because they matched his own. Smoothing her hair to one side, he kissed his way down her spine to her ass, then pressed his mouth to one cheek. He licked and nibbled at her smooth flesh. His gaze took in the sight of her laying against his bed, her pretty breasts were hidden from his view because of the dress, but they spilled out of the sides as they were smashed against the comforter. It was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen. Her long, curvy legs were spread so far apart that she had to raise up on her toes to touch the floor.

He used both hands to spread her open and watched as he pulled his cock all the way out of her tight, wet heat. “Damn, you’re tight.” Zar thrust forward, burying his hard length into her once more. The pleasure was so intense, but when Callie’s inner muscles tightened around him, Zar cursed. “I won’t last if you keep that up, little dove.”

“I want it faster,” she replied, her voice edgy and demanding. “Give it to me, Zar.”

He hissed when she tightened again, emphasizing which one of them had the upper hand. Zar reached between their bodies with his right hand and found the little bud of her desire. He massaged it with his thumb and flicked back and forth. Callie clutched onto the bedspread and groaned. Zar gave in to the creature riding him then and began moving in and out, slowly at first, then more urgent. Fucking her so hard his balls slapped against her clit, eliciting a series of curses from his sweet Callie.

She arched all the way off the bed, her arms strained to hold her body upward. “Zar, please! Oh, God,” she cried.

“Come for me, my ofelia,” he demanded as he wrapped his left arm around her waist and teased her clitoris with his other hand. His fingers petted and stroked the bundle of nerves. When he pulled out and thrust back in harder, faster several more times Callie shouted out her climax. Zar lost it. He brought his wings around her, caging her in, then slammed his cock deep, frantic to bury himself inside of her and bind her to him. The soft walls of her pussy squeezed him in a tight, lover’s fist and it sent Zar blissfully sailing over that edge with her, filling her with his hot come.

He stayed there for a moment, enjoying the feel of his cock still imbedded deep inside his lovely earth-born ofelia. If only she would surrender to the will of Garra, they could have this every day. He smoothed his palm along her spine to her neck. He fingered the band that she wore. “It’s so unfair that I cannot spend the day making love to you, Callie,” he admitted, hating the responsibility of his title.

Callie sighed and slowly lifted off the bed, forcing Zar to pull his cock free and step back. She turned and adjusted the dress to cover her lower half before staring up at him. “We’ll have time after the festival,” she whispered as she lifted to her toes and kissed him. Zar pulled her into his arms and deepened the kiss. He devoured her mouth and Callie let him. He continued kissing her and slowly made his way to her cheek, allowing her scent to fill his lungs. Her pretty floral fragrance that was unique to her. He teased her earlobe with his tongue and found a particularly sensitive spot behind her ear. He journeyed down the elegant line of her neck before he raised his head and stared down at her. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed with arousal. “If Queen Lyria was not about to arrive at any moment I would take you back to bed and keep you there until the festival.” The idea of cancelling the meeting was entirely too tempting.

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