“This. Exactly this.”
I captured his mouth in a slow kiss in an attempt to soothe him, to show him how much I loved him, to convey we had all the time in the world. Mindy started to move to our room, and Pookie squealed.
“She needs a walk,” I muttered against his lips.
Mindy groaned. “I need you.”
“After. I promise.”
Before he had a chance to protest, Pookie leaped off and tackled one of her toys, shaking it as she started to take it back to the lair she’d made of blankets and pillows.
“She is content for the moment,” he said with a smirk.
“You got lucky.”
“I did. I have you, don’t I?”
I locked my lips to his. Mindy stalked to our bedroom and dropped me on the bed moments before he fell on top of me. His wings sprawled and his tail whipped. I ran my fingers over the leathery membrane, tracing the delicate veins.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said.
Serlotminden smirked. “I know.”
I laughed. God, he was so arrogant. I loved it. “I want to ride you so bad.”
“Take what you desire.”
“Hmm, is that so?” Arching, I kissed his chin and moved up his jawline. “I want to make you beg. I want to edge you until you are crying for me.”
“Please, Flower. Please.”
“You’re already begging for me.”
“I told you I would,” he panted.
I bit my lip.
“What?” he asked.
“I don’t know how.”
“I will teach you.”
I ripped my shirt off, and he helped me, then tossed it to the ground. I tried to pull off his shirt, but his wings were out, making it impossible. He had to draw them in so I could yank it off. The rest of our clothes followed the same descent to the floor.
Rolling on top of him, I kissed his neck and a flood of nerves rose from my gut. This was something Serlotminden loved, and I had to make sure that I was meeting his needs. I’d never done it, though, and while I knew how he looked when he started to come, I wasn’t perfect at predicting it. What if I messed up?
“Flower,” Mindy cried beneath me, head falling to the side to give me more room.
The nerves rushed out of me so fast I almost sagged against Mindy. He was in love with me, and he was very easily pleased. More than all that, we had time. If this time wasn’t great, we would try again and again and again.
I licked his scent gland and teased his sides. He arched beneath me, whimpering. Pressing kiss after kiss to him, I muttered, “I love your noises. I love when you call for me. I love when you scream for me.”
Chest heaving, Mindy groaned, “Mate.”
Slowly, I tried to kiss, lick, nip, and tease every part of him. I wasn’t exactly sure how to edge Mindy, but the first plan was to get him worked up. My hand slid down his taut stomach until I reached his cock. The tip was wet with his desire, and I spread the liquid to ease the glide of my palm and pumped him.
“Bartholomew, don’t stop. It’s so good, Mate.”
