Nine years ago, I took a feather from him, and the Horizon swallowed it.
Nine years ago, he took one from me, and this frame preserved it. He could have used the plume to ask the Horizon about me, but he didn’t, because…it was all he had left of us. I don’t need to ask. I see it plain on his face.
I kiss that face senseless and back him toward the bed. Our pants echo in this space, in this empty tower, where no one is around because Moth hustled the occupants away. I hadn’t seen Tímien at the spire, either.
It’s just me and Cerulean. It’s just us, which means we can be as loud as we want.
Our foreheads meet, our husky breaths clashing. His fingers shimmy the cloak from my shoulders, cast it aside, and hook under the straps of my dress. The cotton whispers from my skin, caressing my hips before puddling at my feet.
“Falleck,”he murmurs. “Beautiful.”
I grab the ridiculously deep V of his shirt, which hangs to his navel, and give a sharp pull. The material rips, the sound shearing through the room. Cerulean flashes a row of chiseled canines and peels off the shirt, baring that wiry, sexy torso. My mouth waters at the sight of his dusky pink nipples and tapered abdomen.
“Pretty,” I reply, then plant my hands against his pecs and shove.
Cerulean’s back hits the mattress. I prowl over him in my knickers while he crawls backward, our hooded gazes locked. The pillows jostle, and the curtains flare. With him prone beneath me, I thumb off the ear caps, exposing the bony shells.
I pin his elbows, tilt my head, and lick the rim of a single, pointed ear. His joints go taut, whipcord muscles straining. An indecipherable sound whooshes out of him, which multiplies into a string of hard moans as I dab my tongue into the crevice and over the lobe. Then I suck on the apex of his ear.
“Fuck,” he blows out, his accent thickening.
I kiss the helpless lilt from his lips, sampling the tang of it. But that’s not gonna do. I need more of him, more of his taste.
“Don’t move,” I warn before slithering down his chest. My open mouth plies his nipples, nips his stomach, and pecks his hipbones. Masculine intakes pump from his lungs, shallow and gravely, especially when my digits work the clasp of his trousers. Based on his fists, he wants to help but obeys my request.
I make slow, teasing work of the trousers, dragging them from his limbs and whipping them aside. Sprawled naked, he’s the most delicious, dangerous creature I’ve ever seen. Slender clavicles. Iron scars that dapple his arms. Rosy patches of arousal that suffuse his complexion. The pulse thudding at his neck. And the sprigs of hair between his hips.
Cerulean’s firm length rises from the nexus of his body, flushed and emitting heat. I catch his spellbound gaze, the pupils glossed in onyx. With a saucy beam, I lower my head and slide my tongue up his shaft.
He clamors something in his language, the crystalline words tickling my spine. And Fables, he tastes like salt and sex, like magic and lust and love. I’ve wanted to snack on him like this since our first time in the park, on that mossy rock.
I trace his cock from the stem to the crown, swirling my tongue around him. Cerulean’s body quakes, his exhalations rapid and rippling at the edges. My mouth pushes him to the brink, licking the slit, teasing the radius of his flesh. I’m relentless, punishing him for everything, forgiving him for everything, taking what I want and giving back.
My lips part and cinch around his prick. His hips nudge forward, so I press them down, fastening him in place. I work the shaft, sucking on the crest and then taking the rest of him in. With shallow bobs of my head, each pull draws out his moans, coaxing them into the air.
I give him a thorough tongue-lashing, drinking in his essence, harassing him with the cadence and depth of my mouth. Cerulean may fight to keep still. He might resist the temptation to clasp my skull and enhance the sensations, but he doesn’t hold back audibly. His groans solidify into moans, the erotic mess of noise stroking between my legs.
Wetness builds there, my body feverish for more, so much more. I want it so badly that I lose control and grasp his backside, pinning Cerulean down while my lips tug on him, taking his length as deep as I can. His limbs tense, and his breathing tenses, and he mutters something else in that foreign Fae tongue.
And then he’s convulsing, shouting to the rafters. And I consume him. And he’s mine, all mine.
And I have scant time to gloat or relish the sweetness of him on my palate, because his palms span my rear. The world spins. Cerulean flips us over, his naked waist dropping between my thighs and spreading them wide.
My drawers and the band harnessing my breasts vanish. The skimpy material shreds and sweeps from the bed, leaving me as bare as he is. Our bodies align, his weight burrowing me into the linens, my nipples pitting into his chest.
His wings snap from his upper back. A canopy of plumes flanks us, extending beyond the bed, closing us in, hiding us.
My head whips back as Cerulean’s mouth latches on to my neck, sucking on the pulse point with abandon. I squirm, my nails filing down his back and covering his ass. My thigh cuff glints, my leg propped onto his hip as I hitch my knees around him.
Cerulean murmurs things I can’t hear, his mouth coasting to my breasts. He laps at one nipple, each swipe sending tremors down my spine. My body arches, my skin sparking to life as he switches to the other breast. He rolls his tongue, laves at the peak and then fuses his lips around the bud, catching it in the cavern of his mouth.
Moisture seeps from my center, drenching me to the core. I stutter out a moan, my ankles linking around his waist, because I can’t wait, can’t take it, can’t stand it.
He knows it, and he likes it. That’s why he makes me wait, which is fucking rude, and—
“Uhh,” I whimper as his prick juts between my legs, dabbing at the wetness with a short swing of his hips.
All thoughts melt, narrowing to the place where his groin circles, nudging my walls open, stretching them. My thighs spread farther. I begin to throb, delicious pain pounding at the spot he hits but never enters.
