His teeth were sharp. His facial features were too rigid, and his eyes couldn’t pass for human, but he was still Tawk.
He didn’t unfurl his wings from around them. Instead, he slid his hands to her wrists and unlatched her hands from his throat. He kissed each wrist, just over her pounding pulse, and then dragged those glowing eyes up to hers. “If anyone else ever touched my throat, they would lose their hands.”
Heart in her throat, breath ragged, Tammy leaned down and kissed his lips. Big, dominant, powerful dragon had allowed her to do something no one else had ever done.
She couldn’t help her smile as she kissed him.
“Fuck,” he gritted out in pain as his body tensed, and his wings retracted slowly back into his shoulder blades.
She missed the warmth of them immediately. They had been a shield from the world.
Feeling drunk on what he’d just done to her, she collapsed against him, her arms drawn to her chest between them.
He wrapped his arms around her, and she felt it against her cheek—the steady slow-down of his heartbeat.
Nothing would ever be like that again.
“You’ve ruined me,” she whispered.
A few loaded seconds of silence drifted by, and then he said, “Good.”
Chapter Seven
Tammy couldn’t think past the buzzing in her head.
She gripped the cool handle of her coffee mug tighter and stared at the wreckage of the kitchen table. Or…what used to be the kitchen table. Now it was just a pile of rubble.
They’d broken it while fucking.
She pursed her lips against a baffled smile.
She’d been a part of an experience that demolished furniture. She and Tawk had done that. Together.
One thing was for sure and for certain—sex with him was not vanilla or predictable at all.
She recalled the warmth of his dragon wings curled around her, and the texture of them against her bare skin. She hadn’t even realized shifters could do partial Changes.
The alarm on her phone startled her, and she spilled a splash of coffee rushing to get to it. She hated the grating noise, but it was the only alarm tone that was guaranteed to wake her up in the mornings.
One more day until graduation.
One day since Aaron had threatened her feeling of sanctuary in Darby.
Seven hours since Tawk had fucked her senseless.
And…she checked the time on her phone…fifteen minutes until she needed to be dropping her cupcakes off at the community bake sale. Shit!
How long had she been standing here remembering how Tawk had made her body feel last night?
Tammy chugged her coffee like a sorority sister on tequila and rinsed her mug in a rush. She didn’t even bother to put itinto the dishwasher before she was flying into action, running containers of cupcakes out to her car.
One last quick check in the mirror, and she was ready.
It wasn’t until she’d locked up the house, rushed to her truck and put the key into the ignition that she remembered the damn dead battery, or whatever was wrong with her rig.
“Please magically work,” she huffed on a breath as she twisted the key in the ignition.
Her rig roared to life immediately.
