Page 66 of Blood Sweeter than Honey

Winnow makes a soft, needy noise in her sleep, wiggling her ass against my already half-chubbed cock. That tiny action is all it takes to make me fully hard.

It’s not possible to have a stroke and an erection at the same time, is it?

Only mildly concerned for my health, my arm curls back around her waist as I pull her tightly against me. Her ass nuzzles against my now painfully hard cock again in response, and it causes all concern for my own health to dissolve. Already, my tip is leaking pre-cum all over her backside, and my hips give a mindless thrust against her.

The feeling ofher tailabates as she gives a soft, needy moan. Sure enough, when I open my eyes, the sight of her horns and flowers is gone, making me question my sanity—my health—all over again. Oddly enough, I’m saddened by their disappearance.

My mind begins to replay a montage of memories.

Harlan’s red-faced, wide-eyed fervor. “She healed, Gideon. She fucking healed. Right before my goddamn eyes.”

Winnow joining me in the kitchen her first night here after showering off all of the blood and mud.

“How’d you get your hair to dry so fast?”

Winnow shrugs. “Magic.”

Winnow’s tear-streaked face sitting on the couch as I’m kneeling in front of her.

“And where’s home?”

“Caerwynath.”

“Where’s that? Europe or somethin’?”

She huffs a small, sardonic laugh.

“Or something.”

Trigger begging for Winnow’s attention where he has her cornered, and she carefully extends a shaky hand where soft golden light unfurls from her palm and fingertips toward Trigger.

Fuck me, was Harlan right, and I’ve just been too pea-brained and arrogant to believe that maybe, just maybe, the universe is bigger than what most of us have fathomed?

Part of me still distantly wonders if I’m having an aneurysm, but the majority of my mind is reeling, trying to fully grasp this newly unveiled reality. Perhaps it’s a combination of shock, overwhelm, and wonder that allows me to remain so calm about this, but it doesn’t at all change how I feel about Winnow.

If anything, it makes me concerned that she feels the need to hide who or what she is from me out of what I can only assume is fear.

“I want to be perfect for you too, Gideon.”

My heart squeezes painfully tight at the memory of the obvious worry and insecurity in her eyes.

This woman couldn’t possibly be any more perfect than she already is—horns, tail, flowers… This woman is pure magic. She’s my angel. And by God, I’m gonna prove to her she has no reason to hide anything from me.

The sound of tires on gravel—the announcement that my ranch hands are arriving— reminds me of the fact that my day is starting late, but I can’t be bothered to care because for the first time in my life I have a damn good reason to stay in bed.

Winnow burrows deeper against me, making her bare pussy, slick and wet with need, press against the top of my thigh. All concerns of health and work evaporate once more, and my handsmooths over the rounded curve of her ass before venturing between the backs of her thighs. A deep groan of satisfaction escapes me at the sensation of my middle and index fingers gliding through her folds until I reach the precious little bud of her clit.

My voice is a rough whisper against her neck.

“You feelin’ needy this mornin’, angel? You need Daddy to take care of you before I go to work?”

Winnow nods, whimpering as my middle finger teases circles around her clit.

“Yes, sir.”

Jesus, fuck, this woman.

A growl rumbles out of me as my teeth sink gently into the flesh of her shoulder, and my middle finger dips into her tight channel, pumping in and out briefly before returning to her pouty bud.

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