Page 38 of Right on Time

“You brought great excitement to the flock,” Nitiel said softly from his sitting position next to her.

“Me? How?”

“You create beauty, Loe.” He sounded reverent, eyes not on the cibiris but on her now.

“But…” It was hard to think with his electric gaze on her. “They’re surrounded by this gorgeous scenery; surely my braids can’t impress them?”

“That was beauty you created for one of them. They are used to ugly wars and harsh soldiers, not pretty decorations.”

“Aww.” Chloe’s whole body tingled at the softly spoken praise. “If that brings them such joy, I’ll stay the whole day and turn their manes into works of art. But you’ll get terribly bored.”

“No. I loved watching you work.”

Those tingles turned into sparks. “You did?”

He nodded, eyes brimming with warmth, lips curled into the softest of smiles.

Forget the sparks: Chloe’s body was on fire. Before she knew what she was doing, she pushed herself up and cupped Nitiel’s face. Then crushed his lips with hers.

He went as still as a statue. His lips were pliant but his body was rigid. It was like a bucket of ice on the flames burning in Chloe.

She pulled back, her face hot with shame. “I’m sorry–I shouldn’t have–Forget this happened–”

His hand cupped the back of her neck, and then he was kissing her. It was a hungry, demanding, intoxicating kiss. Chloe forgot how to breathe. She forgot where she was: there was only the feel of his lips against hers. Exploring different angles at first and then, once he quickly got the hang of it, kissing her senseless with nips and tongue. Nitiel might have no practice but he sure made up for it with theoretical knowledge and desire to put that to good use. Oh, boy, what good use…

Chloe had no idea when she had ended up lying on the grass with Nitiel partially on top of her, lips locked in a desperate kiss and his leg between her thighs. But she didn’t care. All she cared about was Nitiel never stopping. She was light-headed, she was burning, she was craving him like water in an endless desert – she had never felt like this before, and she couldn’t have enough.

She wrapped a leg around his as high as she could – damn that restrictive long dress – to keep him where he was. But this time around, it seemed he didn’t intend to pull away from her. His hand left the nape of her neck only to grab her hip and press her lower body closer to his. Nitiel’s length pulsed against her belly, the fabrics of their clothes unable to hide how she was affecting him.

The hard evidence of her power made Chloe bolder. She sucked on his bottom lip and moved to pepper his face with kisses before giving his pointed ear a nip. His wings spread wide over them as he groaned. Then he began nibbling his way down her neck, his mouth hot even through the dress’ material as he followed a path to her breasts.

It was Chloe’s turn to moan as his lips locked around a nipple. She was so happy she had left her bra in the cabin, since its black color would have been visible through the light-blue dress, but why, oh why did the dress not have easy access at the front? Ties to cut open with his claws, a bodice to rip with his big hands? The whole dress had to come off for Nitiel to suck on her nips.

He grumbled his displeasure as he reached the same conclusion. But did that stop him? No, thank God, no. Nitiel simply proceeded to what he had access to: the apex of her thighs. With a few quick motions, he had her dress bunched around her waist and her black panties on full display.

Chloe blushed at the realization those panties were of the granny type: comfortable but not what she would wear when planning to get laid. Would he laugh at her?

He growled. A tearing sound followed, and her undies were no more. Her only pair of underwear on the station.

To hell with her panties! Chloe needed something else to cover her pussy right now and–

“Yes!” she cried out as his mouth landed right where she wanted it.

She grabbed hold of the dress around her waist to ground herself, because he was making her fly right now. On a cloud of bliss that had her writhing on the grass and crying out his name. She watched, mesmerized, how his head bobbed between her legs, hands keeping her thighs wide open for his sensual attack.

The feathers of his wings, which he had spread over her lower body as he devoured her, were tickling her feverish skin in the most tantalizing of ways. His horn nubs against her inner thighs were another delicious sensation taking her higher and higher.

To hell with Gaenthians with swirling or pointed horns! To hell with human men!

“Nitiel, right there!”

“The clit, yes. I’m going to suck on it until you come on my tongue, Loe.”

“Oh, fuck.” He knew human anatomy? He talked dirty in bed? He had to press his tongue against her clit just once to make her come, then.

But he did more than press his tongue to her clit. He circled the little nub until Loe’s head was thrashing on the soft grass, her body on fire. He alternated between sucking on it and tongue-fucking her into a frenzy. And when he finally pushed a finger inside her and caught her clit between his lips, his gaze on her feral with lust, Chloe exploded on a scream.

“Nitiel,” she whispered when she could catch her breath. Her voice was hoarse and her body was spent in the best of ways. She had never come so hard before.

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