Page 67 of Splintered Shadow
“I agree. Help me get this dress off.” She moved to sit on her knees, and he yanked the dress off over her head. Cool air surrounded her. His hands roamed over her stomach and hips, clinical in their touch. Once satisfied that she was uninjured, the strokes grew into caresses.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said, tugging his shirt open. Buttons popped off.
“I have not finished inspecting you.” His hands caressed her arms.
Honestly, it was sweet, but so frustrating. She grabbed his hand and shoved it against her pussy. “Here. That’s where it hurts.”
He ground the base of his palm against her. She rocked up into the touch. He chuckled. “Is this what you need, my mate?”
“Yes. Please, Vekele.” She wasn’t above begging. She wanted to chase away the memories of the day and lose herself in the pleasure they shared. “I need you.”
“You need me here?” A finger stroked her slick flesh, skimming over her clit.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“All of me? Are you going to take both my cocks?”
“I want them. All of you.” Just one of his dicks was enough of a challenge. Two dicks at once would be like climbing Everest. It might kill her, but she was going to try.
He worked a finger into her, then two. She rode his hand, letting him work her open. Her arms hooked over his shoulders, allowing her fingers to dig into his wings. They were soft and insubstantial, nothing more than a whisper of a touch. He groaned as she grabbed the wing base. The wings shuddered and flexed.
“Yes, there,” he said. His eyes, drawing the darkness into them, closed in bliss.
With only a growl as a warning, he pushed her onto her back. The hard ground knocked the breath out of her. Grass tickled her between her shoulder blades.
He stretched above her, his eyes black as any void, and wings stretched wide, framed by starlight. He was magnificent.
Vekele
He was as clumsy as a hatchling. Fumbling with the opening of his trousers. Throwing his mate to the ground like an equipment pack.
She smiled up at him, her red hair fanning out against the grass, oblivious to his failings.
“If you are in pain, you will tell me to stop,” he said.
“Yes.” She tugged him down for another kiss.
This close, at this angle, she was just the impression of color, the suggestion of a shape. It was not good. He needed to see his mate. He needed to see the ecstasy on her face when he took her.
He pushed into her slowly, feeling her stretch around him. She was tight, and it would be a tighter fit for all of him. He’d stretch her further before they were finished. A few shallow thrusts and he nearly lost himself. She raised her hips, meeting him.
She was everything. More than he ever dared hope for himself, and he came too close to losing her that day. Someone attempted to take her from him.
With a firm grip on her hips, he sat upright. Her legs wrapped around him, and she reclined on his thighs, her shoulders on the ground but her hips in his lap.
He needed to be inside her, all of him, to possess her.
“You will take all of me,” he said. “Do not be concerned. I will prepare you.”
He rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves she called her clit. Her response was immediate, clenching around him and lifting her hips with a mew of desire. She liked that. He continued to rub, working his length in and out slowly.
“Good. Look how you want more,” he said. Praise rolled off his tongue as he worked a second finger into her channel.
She hissed, her body tense and still. After a heartbeat, she relaxed. “That’s so good,” she moaned. Another finger, working them in and out until he could be sure that she could take him.
“Are you ready, my love?” he asked.
She nodded, biting her lower lip.
