Page 39 of Glamour & Gumballs

“On the same level as my cock.”

My eyebrows shot upward. “Has anyone ever touched them?”

“No.” He brushed a few strands of hair from my eyes.

Somehow, we’d sidestepped into another intimate conversation.

Some part of me wanted to climb back out, but that part wasn’t at the forefront of my mind. Not even close.

“If we mated, you’d let me?” I asked.

He chuckled. “I’d let you now if you wanted to.”

I wasn’t sure why, but I did want to.

Maybe I wanted physical evidence that I would treat him better than Kellie had if he gave me the chance.

Maybe I wanted to distract myself from the serious conversation about choosing a permanent mate.

Or maybe I was just a little possessive too, and wanted to claim some part of him no one else ever had.

Unlike him, I had no magical fading to blame the possessiveness on. So, I wasn’t admitting to anything.

“Shift,” I said.

Rhett adjusted his position on the bed slightly, moving down the mattress and raising his shoulders just enough as he changed. His wings spread behind him, horns curved from his head, and his body grew a bit.

His erection did, too.

Whew, that was hot.

“Can we even fuck when you’re this big?” I asked him, earning a small but wicked smile.

“After we’re mated, yes. We’d have to be careful, before.”

I guess my body would adjust for his if we sealed a bond. Becoming fae myself would probably do that for me.

Leaning forward, I wrapped my hand around one of his horns. His eyes closed, and he let out a breath.

“How does that feel?” I asked him, watching his reactions.

“Nice. Similar to a scalp rub.”

“When I’m fae, I won’t have horns?”

“No. Female fae don’t have them.”

I dragged my thumb slowly over the tip, and earned a murmured curse. “Fuck me, that’s good.”

My lips curved upward slightly.

It had been a long, long time since I’d been with a man, but it had always made me feel powerful. The knowledge that I could bring pleasure to a guy as strong as Rhett was intoxicating.

Releasing his horn, I lowered my hand to the smooth surface of his wing. My fingers brushed the center of it lightly, just to the right of his bicep.

His whole body tensed, his cock throbbing hard against my center.

“How is it?” I moved my fingers again.

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