Page 26 of Collected By the Crow

His warbles vibrated against her lower abdomen. Again he tortured her, the tip of his finger skimming her closed entrance. She whimpered, twisting her hips, begging him with her body.

“I need to taste you, Cassandra.”

She nodded emphatically. His upper hands continued to play with her nipples, pinching and tugging until they were extended between his fingers. He trailed reverent kisses down her stomach, not leaving a single patch of skin untouched, including spots she was once self-conscious about. Under his touch, she forgot she’d ever cared. She was a goddess, one he worshiped like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Except, why wouldn’t he kiss her?

The question niggled in the back of her brain, but was forgotten again as he pressed his wide tongue into her folds, splitting her wide open. He pushed his way through until his tongue slipped shallowly inside, then dragged it all the way up to her clit, where he closed his lips around her and sucked once before starting over. His slightly coarse tongue was a new, foreign feeling that made her tingle. He repeated in slow, grueling licks, ending each with a satisfying slurp of her swollen clit.

“Qadaire. Please.”

“I’m here, dewdrop.” His voice was muffled against her cunt. “Let me unburden you.”

His bottom arms circled her around her thighs, forcing her legs apart, her pussy damp and open to the dewy air. When he rubbed his whole face through her slick folds, the primal groan that mingled with his warbles sent vibrations bouncing through her every synapse. She fisted a patch of hair and feathers on his head and drove herself over him, not caring which part of his face she coated with her slickness. He didn’t seem to care either, sharp fingernails piercing her thighs as she rode his face with wild abandon.

She couldn’t get what she needed. She whined and slowed, which urged him to finally slide a thick digit inside her aching pussy. She groaned low, not a pretty sound. He suctioned her clit with his mouth and sucked, hard, over and over, swiping her bud with his textured tongue.

A charge burst through her that made her legs squeeze around his head. She was getting close, so close. He added another finger and worked them in and out, moving along to the rhythm she set with her hips. Her hands gripped his feathers so tight she might rip them out.

She looked down. The mesmerizing sight between her thighs stole her breath. His wings, half-unfurled, whispered sweet hushing sounds. He had one knee on the ground, the other leg outstretched behind him for support as he vicously humped the velvet bench. With every pump of his fingers, he rutted the furniture harder.

“Give it to me, dewdrop.”

The words came out as though they pained him. Like he needed her release more than she did. He lifted his head enough that she saw the wildness in his gaze, a vision of carnal desire. He grazed her thigh with his fangs and slid a third finger inside. He curled them, sending bursts of color to flood her vision. He massaged all her hidden places, his thumb on her clit moving more quickly than humanly possible.

“Let me shoulder your burden. There’s nothing but you and me right now.”

He returned his mouth to her clit with a new fervor. The quiet strength in his tone made her toes curl. She closed her eyes and obeyed. She let go. She released any expectations of how she should feel. Released the tension in her muscles. Released her need for control. She gave it all up.

Her whimpers became cries as she surrendered. Her body turned to putty in his many hands as a million crackles of electric currents wracked through her. Her orgasm was enhanced by the resonating warbles he poured into her cunt, followed by a deep groan of his own.

She settled back into her body like a golden leaf drifting to the ground. She lay there, panting and smoothing the feathers on his upper forearms, until her breath was almost back to normal. She started to giggle, but Qadaire remained stiff between her legs, lapping at whatever liquid was still flowing from her. He glanced up, his face glistening with her come. His mouth ticked upward, which reminded her of how badly she wanted to kiss him. Her giggles died in her throat.

They remained that way, the air between them as brittle as the brown leaves coating the forest floor until he broke it with a look of sheer panic.

“I-I must go. I must feed, I mean.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll see you inside.”

A blink, and he was gone.

“Okay, then.” She fixed her clothes and wrapped her arms around her legs.

Cass knew nothing of vampires other than what she’d learned from Qadaire. If he said he needed to feed again already, she wouldn’t know otherwise. Maybe he’d been feeding more often than she’d realized.

Whatever was happening, it was like neither of them could resist. She’d meant to. Now here she was, naked and alone. She had no clue what to think about his sudden departure.

Or all of those unfinished kisses.

Chapter Fifteen

Cassandra

After freshening up, checking on Zero, and convincing herself nothing was different now that he’d eaten her out, Cass met Qadaire in the lab. It was increasingly difficult to detach their work relationship with all the sweet moments they were gathering. She probed his mood with an awkward smile, which he returned. They should talk about it, right? To keep the air clear. That was the healthy way forward.

“I, erm,” she cleared her throat. She couldn’t meet his gaze, which she felt boring into her. Lines of dialogue ran through her mind, but she couldn’t get them out. She coughed again. “I have another challenge for you.”

“Go on.”

“I brought my favorite board game. It’s called The Quiet Pond.” She watched his expression darken, but it was quickly smoothed. “What? What did you expect me to say?”

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