My words almost sent lemonade up Byrd’s nose.
We both devoured our plates quickly, as if chewing slower might mean delaying what we already knew was inevitable. We even helped each other eat faster by stealing bites from our plates. Soon, I was scraping the last of the short rib and potatoes from Byrd’s plate, and she was doing the same with my pasta. Her hums of pleasure from each bite practically made me black out.
Then, in a voice so husky I felt like I was losing my mind, Byrd said, wickedly: “What’s for dessert, chef?”
Fuck me.I don’t know what it was about that title coming from her little, bratty mouth toward me. She had used it once onme before, what felt like a lifetime ago, when we were playing human after her dragon had manifested for the first time. Back then, it had sent a hot jolt straight to my core like few things had before. That day, Byrd needed the same gentle care as when she had first gotten home from Lilah’s torture, so I couldn’t act on it like I wanted to. I couldn’t show her how badly I wanted to serve her up like a Michelin Star dessert to be tasted and enjoyed by me.
Now, I could eat her like the perfect little treat that she was.
I lost all sense of control as I tossed our empty plates to the floor. Before she could protest, I growled in a low voice that vibrated across both of our skins. “Oh, I think we both knowexactlywhat’s coming next.”
Then, I blurred to the end of the bed, gripped her ankles, and yanked her toward me. Byrd went to squeak, but I caught that noise in a crushing kiss. We both moaned, and our breaths caught as our mouthsfinallymet. We kissed each other fluidly and quickly, like we were catching up on every moment from before when we wanted to touch each other.
Normally, I would be achingly slow, building up to unleashing myself on my girl. But, she had tortured both of us aplenty tonight, if her body’s response and the thrumming desire echoing between us were any indication. Neither of us held back, giving the kiss our full fierceness. Her breathy little gasps and moans made me even more feral. Her lips were maddeningly soft and smooth as our tongues entangled with each other. Under the garlic and the rest of our delicious dinner washer. Her sweet, intoxicating taste. I had just eaten, but I wasstarvingfor her. She had waved a fresh steak in front of a trapped beast. Now, that monster was unleashed and refused to wait any longer.
It’s time to take what’s mine and show her what being a bratty seductress will get her.
I bit Byrd’s bottom lip and pulled before I parted our kiss. Byrd growled before the feral noise became a soft whimper of need. I chuckled, excited to hear more sounds like that from her.
My motorcycle jacket hung loosely from her shoulders and heaving chest, framing her and making her look like the wettest dream imaginable. Sadly, it was another layer between what Ineeded. With a growl of my own, I shoved it off of her and tossed it blindly behind me. I would need it for the ride tomorrow, but fuck all if that meant jackshit to me at the moment.
All that mattered was her moan from the action.
And what she looked like under my jacket.
Fuck.
Me.
There wasn’t a word in English or Spanish to truly capture how I saw Byrd. Calling her body beautiful was an insult because it didn’t come close. She was so much more thanjustthat. Her luscious curves were perfection. I wanted to bite every softness, to trace my tongue along every stroke of artwork painted on her tawny skin, to grip her roundness and watch as it overflowed from my hands. I loved her, and I was so into her. Nothing had ever been as attractive as her.
But, now? Her scars had faded as if they had traveled forward in time. They were no longer angry, raw, and fresh. They now resembled inky tree roots wrapped around her wrists and ankles. They were smooth to the touch, lighter than her skin, like some celestial artist had painted them in while I wasn’t looking.
“You’re drooling over me again, Queenie,” Byrdie whispered breathlessly as she looked up at me with those wide eyes, the topaz brown reduced to thin rings from how blown her pupils were. Her lips were swollen, and her cheeks were impossibly flushed and rosy-red. Her thighs squirmed, seeking any friction for relief.
“I’mworshipping, but I think it’s about time I moved on to punishing you for that mouth of yours and all that teasing.” I backed off of her, missing the feel of her body against me immediately, but knowing it wouldn’t be long before I felt it again. I commanded, “Turn over, Sweets.”
“Yes, chef,” Byrd retorted before turning to end up on her stomach on the bed with her feet planted on the ground. Her ass was presented to me and reinforced that as much as I loved her titties, I would always be an Ass Man at heart.
I slapped one of her cheeks, hard enough for it to sting my hand. Byrd gasped in surprise. I rubbed the reddening spot before I slammed her other cheek and soothed it. As I squeezed, Byrd moaned at the contact. Her smell bloomed in the room. My nostrils flared to drink in more of the scent. Fuck, I bet she was even more soaked than I was.
Let’s find out.
I brought my hands up to the band of her thong. As soon as I touched it, I didn’t hesitate. I gave sharp pulls on either side, and the fabric tore easily.
Byrd gasped before she burst out laughing. “Gods, Iknowmy clothes hate to see you coming. They never survive us fucking.”
I raised an eyebrow down at her, my lips curving up into a smirk. “My shirts would argue the same, Sweets. You’ve ruined just as many of my clothes as I’ve done to yours.”
“I would say sorry, but we both know I’m not,” Byrd wiggled her ass against me.
“Oh, I don’t want you to be sorry,mi libélulita.” I took off my shirt and sports bra in one fluid motion and tossed them away. “I want you to be taken care of in every way possible.” I didn’t want to waste time unclipping her bra, deciding to rip it apart instead and already vowing to myself to take her on a shopping spree the first chance I could to buy even more. “I want you to be so overcome with pleasure that you forget everything else and it’sonlythis moment.” I reached my hand around to grip her throat and pull her against me. She shivered as my pierced nipples grazed not just her bare back but her sensitive wing tattoo. “I want you to bescreamingmy name for the whole hotel to hear down to the lobby.” I squeezed her throat, ensuring my fingers were pressed into the patch of scales that I knew were there. Byrd cried out, and I sucked in my breath at the shock of arousal coming from her. “I want you to lose yourself so that you cannot think of anything else but my touch, my words,me.”
“If this is how you punish me for teasing you, I should have done it sooner,” Byrd breathed, leaning her head against my shoulder.
“Oh, Sweetness,” I whispered into her ear, licking it and then nipping at it to send more shivers down her body. “This is going to be so much more of a reward for both of us.”
Then, I dipped my fingers between her lips. We both groaned when I touched her clit even before I began drawing the patterns on her nerve that I knew would drive her mad.
