“But, I want you, Quinn. I need you.”
“Byrd, you’re in too much pain. We shouldn’t?—”
“Then fuck the pain out of me.”
My eyes widened. I had never heard her talk like this before. Byrd was usually more submissive, a pillow princess and a taker. I never minded it since I was a giver and an absolute pleasure dom. Seeing her cum gave me more satisfaction than if she touched me and made me do the same. She was just so fucking sexy when she was in the throes of the pleasure I gave her. It was art in motion. Yet, as shocked as I was about her words, I couldn’t deny the jolt of attraction that went through me.
“B-Byrd, I—” I stuttered, unsure of how I planned to finish that sentence.
Her eyes were bright with certainty and sureness as she said, “I know what I need to heal, Quinn Garcia. I need you. I only want to feel you and your love. I just want to feel you everywhere. I missed you so much, and I love you so much. I know this all sounds wild, but I know what I want and need. So, please. Can you take care of me in only the way that you know how?”
As Byrd’s words settled in the air, heavier than the warm steam, I felt relief, confidence, and desire rippling through her side of the bond. Byrd leaned back more onto my thighs and knees, her hands resting on my chest. Water dripped down Byrd’s clean and soapy tawny skin and opal scales that were regaining their colorful vibrancy. Her pink locs were like a pink diamond crown on top of her head with how I styled them. Her curves were luscious, and I wanted to lick, bite, and kiss every single one. She was more beautiful than I could think to describe.
The wounds on her right shoulder, stomach, and wrists were angry-looking marks now that they were wet and clean. I took one of her hands to look closer at her wrist and the jagged line going around it. It reminded me of lightning streaking across the sky. The scar was a lighter shade of brown, an almost beige, the edges dark before blending into the rest of her skin. I caressed it, feeling how smooth and different it was compared to the rest of Byrd. I don’t know why it brought to mind something I had learned about in my Hunter’s history courses, as well as my Latin classes, from some of the older bestiaries about supernatural creatures. Aphrodite was widely popularized as the goddess of love, beauty, and fertility, but she was a goddess of war in her own right. Spartans believed that love and war stemmed from the same place: desire. She often had full armor in her depictions there. She courted the god of war and was known to start some of her own. A goddess of war like her would definitely have battle scars, and, if she was supposed to be the most beautiful of all the gods, didn’t that make her scars a part of that beauty? I could be overthinking it, but I couldn’t help but see a goddess before me as I watched Byrd. Maybe she was Aphrodite reincarnated or how the goddess had been envisioned.
Either way, I couldn’t imagine anything hotter or sexier.
I pulled her wrist to my lips and kissed the scar with a featherlight touch. Byrd shivered at the contact in spite of the still-steaming hot water around us. I kissed my way down the length of her arm, up her shoulder, and up her neck. When I reached her ear, I kissed each of her four piercings there, making her suck in a breath. I whispered. “Ask and you shall always receive, my love.”
Then, I kissed her.
Arousal was already echoing from her into me at my words, but now it only intensified. This kiss wasn’t soft or gentle this time. No, this one was the kind of kiss where our teeth knocked against each other from the fierceness of it. It was the type of kiss where we became each other’s oxygen as we were gasping from the intensity of it. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and we refused to try. We kissed each other passionately, happily, and hungrily. We kissed our relief into each other. We kissed our power into each other because that was where our strength lied. We kissed our love into each other.
I took hold of the back of Byrd’s neck as I kissed my way down her body. Each time my lips were pressed onto her skin, I was achingly gentle, like a hand carefully caressing her cheek while she was sleeping so as not to wake her. I savored her, touching every part of her skin with my lips at a torturous speed on one side before flipping to the other side. I dragged my lips softly against the edge of her scales, grazing my tongue along where they blended with her skin. When I reached her wounds, I kissed them just as teasingly. Byrd moaned breathily, arching into each kiss along her skin. Under the water, I felt her perfect pussy pulse between us, heating with her mounting desire.
But I wanted more.
I wanted to feel more.
Ineededit.
I craved her pleasure as much as she did. I wanted nothing less than for her pleasure to consume her and eat all of her pain and trauma away until it was forgotten. She had asked me to fuck her pain away, but she had no idea what she had asked of me. She didn’t know what beast she had unleashed or just how hungry I was. Our connection only made it worse as it wafted Byrd’s small amount of pleasure in front of me like holding a bacon crumble in front of a hungry wolf.
No, I wasstarving.
It’s time to take this particular meal to go.
I kissed my way back up to Byrd’s lips. There, I deepened the kiss even further just as I unplugged the bathtub. As if reading my mind, which wouldn’t surprise me with how close we were right now, she wrapped not just her legs around my waist, but her tail around me, too. Byrd tightened her hold on the back of my neck, her claws tangled in my wet curls and tickling my scalp with their sharp points. I gripped Byrd’s thighs and stood from the tub.
Do you mind your bed getting a little wet, or should I grab a towel?I used my thoughts to ask, not wanting to interrupt our kiss for a moment.
Oh, the bed is about to get drenched in a totally different way, babe.
I laughed.What a naughty little thing you are,mi pequeña hechicera.
Fuck, I missed hearing you call me that, Byrd replied, pushing tighter against my neck and curls to encourage me to kiss her more and harder. Something I was more than happy to oblige.
Without breaking our kiss, I made my way to the bedroom. My tongue traced over her lips, begging to be let in. When she accepted, I tapped on her fangs in the way that always drove her wild. Her resulting moan ended in a vibration that was moreakin to a growl. Yet, it sent shockwaves through both of us, making me moan into our kiss, too.
When my shins hit the edge of the bed, we continued kissing even as I sat her down. Her tail was still wrapped around my waist as I kneeled in front of her. Even on my knees, I was perfectly level to keep kissing her easily. I only broke our kiss to start kissing my way back down her jawline and neck. When I reached a patch of scales, I pressed a kiss there that was the hardest I had done so far, but still not as rough as I normally was. It was more than enough to make Byrd’s whole body jolt. She arched more into me, chasing more of the sensation. Every part of her pulled me in more, from her hands tangled in my hair to her tail tightening its grip around me.
I raised my eyebrow at the limb’s reaction, an idea popping into my head. My lips continued their conquest of Byrd’s upper body. I placed a hand on the small of Byrd’s back, pushing her closer into me, as my lips made their way to another patch of scales on her shoulder. However, just before I kissed that spot, I trailed my fingertips down Byrd’s back to where her tail started just above her impressive ass.
I caressed my fingertips over the scales there.
The resulting blaze of desire almost incinerated us both.
Byrd cried out from the tiny touch, clawing at my scalp and leaving marks that were already healing. Her tail released its hold on me to thrash behind her, knocking pillows off the bed. Byrd’s wings flared to life, too, fluttering so hard in her ecstasy that I worried she was going to take off. Instead, the wind from them was only enough to push my hair back. Her moan was the loudest yet, waking Dinah and Clarkson from where they cuddled together in Byrd’s egg chair. We were both breathless after.
