Page 49 of April's Fool
I bent at the knee so Damon could use it as a step. He grasped my wings, making me shudder. “I’ll remember that for another time,” he whispered in my ear as he clambered onto my shoulders.
Together, we made quick work of mounting three cameras in the box to hidden spaces. These were motion activated, giving us notice that someone was approaching the apartment. They couldn’t be knocked out with magic, and with Damon’s clever positioning, they likely wouldn’t see them.
Damon’s relief at having them was easy to sense. “Done! Here,” he leaned down with the drill and box, then in a move I couldn’t have predicted, stood to his full height on my shoulders. “Stay still a sec.” Damon leaped, did a somersault in midair, then landed with a flourish in front of me. “Ta da!”
Shock had me frozen for a second. Damon’s face fell a bit until I got a hold of myself. “Wow! That was fantastic, Damon!” I praised.
“Yeah? One family I was with had me doing gymnastics.” Damon gave a shy smile as he remembered them. “It’s come in handy more than once.”
“You’re good at it.”
“Not very useful though, is it? Now that I’m not a hitman.”
“I’m sure you could find a legal use for it.” I grinned. “You could do an acrobatic show in the club. Be a pole dancer.”
He laughed again, a sound I was growing addicted to. “Maybe. I’ll think of something. Now come on, I want you to ride my cock with your wings out.”
I had to pause to adjust myself at the visual.
Damon led the way to the shower, which was built for shifters, so was bigger than human ones, something I was grateful for as I stripped and followed him under the spray. Still, I had to put my wings away to avoid hitting Damon. We really needed a wet room with multiple shower heads for them.
We didn’t touch, a deliberate tease of what was to come. Just brushed against each other as we made quick work of washing. It was almost more erotic than getting my hands on him, because Damon’s eyes didn’t leave mine once. He just smirked as he watched me.
The water switched off. Damon held out a towel to me, brushing his fingers against mine as I reached for it. I made quick work of drying, always keeping my eyes on him. I felt like prey in the sights of a lion. Yet I couldn’t wait for Damon to devour me.
Finally, he reached for my hand. When we touched, I got that hint of a spark I usually did when touching him after some time with no contact. It was like staticthat built between us, then discharged as soon as our skin met.
He yanked me closer, stealing a kiss. “Get on the bed. I want you stretched out, wings and all, if that’s comfortable.”
The good thing about shifters was the bigger beds. I set some pillows out to cushion my wing bones, let them out, pushed them to their full width, and lay down.
“Uh-uh, face down, Mori.” Somehow it was hotter when he said my name, rather than baby. There was no confusion over who he was with. Who he wanted in his bed. I did as I was told, tucking my wings in as I turned, my face nestled in a pillow.
Damon began his teasing with feather light touches, followed by kisses along each of my wings, then down my spine to the base of my tail. There, he licked a tantalizing path around it, sending shivers through me. I bit at the pillow as he trailed further down, licks and kisses giving way to sucking marks and tiny bites.
A hand parted my cheeks. Damon ran his tongue down over my crease, around my hole, then down my taint. “Spread those legs, Mori, hold that ass open for me.” Damn, he was sexy when he spoke to me with a growl in his voice. I was so hard I was sure I was leaking on thecomforter.
I did what I was told, earning myself a “good boy,” that wrenched a gasp from my lips. “Oh, you like that, do you, Mori?” Damon blanketed my body, the warmth of his skin made me moan as he whispered filthy things in my ear. “You want to be my good boy and earn your reward?” He licked along my tapered, pointed ear. That time, I shuddered and made an incoherent sound. “Or do you want to be a bad boy that gets punished?”
Don’t get me wrong, spanking is fun, but I was here for all the pleasure Damon could give me. In such a short time, he had learned all the ways to make me sing. “Good, I want to be good for you.”
“A good boy for me? Say it properly, Mori.” He nipped at my ear.
“Damon!” I cried. “I want to be your good boy.”
He cupped my cheek, turning my head towards his lips so he could kiss me sweetly. “You say all the right things. Such a good boy. Now, do as you’re told.”
Quickly, I spread my legs as wide as I could, then held my cheeks apart. Not a hint of shame at how needy I was to be all that Damon wanted.
With a sound of pleasure, Damon resumed his teasing, tracing the same path over my wings, lighting up all the sensitive nerves. He hit every spot on my back that had me arching into his lips.
“Such a pretty hole. There for me to use whenever I want, isn’t it, Mori?”
“Yes, Damon. Whenever you like. Anytime.”
“Maybe you aren’t a good boy. Maybe you’re just my slut. My needy, needy slut.” He spoke the words against my ass, the hot air of his breath blowing against my hole, driving me out of my mind.
“Please,” I begged.
