Page 159 of Scars Like Wings

She plunged another finger inside me and sped up. Then I only caught a flash of white teeth in her smirk before she sank her teeth into a patch of scales on my arm.

I screamed her name as everything exploded within me, and I lost full control of my body. Quinn didn’t stop, though, coaxing two more orgasms from me in quick succession from her fingers. Darkness encroached on the edges of my vision from such fervor. I came down from the high, breathless and buzzing. When Quinn realized I was spent, she carefully removed her hand. “Such a good girl,mi tesoro. You did so well.”

Opening my eyes, I saw Quinn leaning over me with her navy shirt in tatters around her waist. She didn’t seem to noticeas she stared at me with that smolder on her face in full force. I, however, saw not only the smooth rosiness of her tanned skin and all of her tattoos all over her arms, but also her bra containing the generous handful that was her breasts, her thick muscled stomach, and the peak of her boxer’s waistband under her belted pants. My mouth watered at what could be under there.

Suddenly, as my desire flared up again, I felt a surge of energy and power flow through me. Before either of us knew what was happening, I flipped us over so Quinn was under me while I kneeled between her legs. It was so easy. All I had to do was think about it to make it happen. As easy as lifting a pencil. Even though Quinn was much bigger than a pencil, than me even. I filed it away as something to think about for later.

It was far from important right now.

Quinn’s eyes were wide as she looked up at me. “Baby girl, did you just?—?”

“Now, now,” I interrupted, gripping her thighs. “What’s that you mentioned before about questions?”

I didn’t recognize the voice coming from my mouth, but I loved how smoky it was, how confident it was, how sultry it was. From the darkening of Quinn’s eyes, I could tell I wasn’t the only one affected by it.

When I smiled, one of my fangs caught on my lip. I gasped and covered my mouth. My talons were still out, too. My senses were still sharp as well.Oh, no. How freaky did I look? Would Quinn be scared of me? What if she?—?

Quinn sat up quickly. She took each of my wrists in her hands and kissed the pulses there, one at a time. Then she leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue grazed my fangs, and my brain short-circuited.

Bite her. Claim her. Mate her. Make her yours.My mouth watered at the thought, but there was something else I desperately wanted to taste first.

When Quinn’s tongue poked at my other fang, I growled loud enough for my chest to rumble against hers. I lightly shoved her back against the pillows. She fell back, her hair a beautiful backdrop of curls behind her head. I straddled her wide hips. She hissed, feeling my still wet heat sitting on her. I couldn’t blame her, as I felt hers radiate under me. I removed the last bits of her shirt. I slowly and methodically dragged my claw down the middle of her bra. The fabric gave in easily to the sharp black talon. I sliced at the straps to leave her bare breasts before me. I was rewarded with even more than I had expected.

“You have pierced nipples?” I tilted my head at the black bars going through each dark pink peak.

“The only good thing to come from my last relationship.” Quinn raised a slitted eyebrow. “You like?”

I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth as an answer. The noise that she made as I swirled my tongue around her and each bar was both heaven-sent and devilishly delicious.

I kissed my way down her chest, stomach, and waist until I reached her pants. With the same ease that she had done before, I ripped her pants and boxers off her, leaving it in shreds just like her shirt and bra. Then I looked upon her.

There was Quinn, laid bare before me.Fuck, she was so fucking beautiful that it made something clamp around my heart. She was so strong and powerful with thick muscles that could carry and toss me around without breaking a sweat. She was large in all the right places, like her height, her biceps, thighs, and her abs. Even lying before me with her arms behind her head, she had her smoldering half-smile on, exuding all confidence and snark on the outside. But there was a vulnerability to her that only I could see. Her worries aboutbeing good enough for me. Her fear of not protecting her loved ones well enough. Her rage that I could quell in an instant. She was only soft for me. In her contradictions, there was a perfection in how well-matched we were.

Gods, I was so in love with her.

I leaned down between Quinn’s thighs. I breathed on her lips, letting my breath feather her like a caress and making her moan above me. I needed to hear what sounds she made when I actually touched her, tasted her. I opened her lips and used the flat of my tongue to lick up to her clit. I swirled my tongue’s tip around it. I spelled my name forwards and backwards on it, claiming her pussy as my own.

She whimpered, threading her fingers through my locs. “Fuck, sweets, don’t stop.”

Never, my love.

When Quinn started rolling and bucking her hips in rhythm to my tongue on her clit, I slipped it inside of her. Quinn’s moans were closer to screams now. I rolled my eyes back as I savored the taste of her. Quinn tasted just like she smelled, like smoked chocolate and citrus. It was my new favorite meal, and I couldn’t get enough of her. The longer my tongue remained in her, the longer it became. A weird sensation passed through me as I felt it split into two to fork at the end. I moved the ends and discovered that not only was my tongue insanely long, but I could move the ends independently of each other.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

I smiled as much as I could as I took my tongue out and replaced it with my finger. Then I returned my tongue to Quinn’s clit. This time, I used my new forked tongue to encircle her most sensitive spot and work it from both sides. It drove her crazy. Quinn’s fingers were rough on my head, pushing my mouth even close to her. I groaned, the sound reverberating into her. It was more than enough to push Quinn over the edge. Quinnscreamed my name as the orgasm tore through her, cursing in both English, Spanish, and some third language in between. She arched her back, and her thighs clamped around me. I sunk my claws into her thighs to hold her in place while I rode her aftershocks and coaxed another from her. I could feel the blood on my fingertips. I knew she would heal from it, and I loved the feeling of marking her. A rush of slick desire went between my own thighs.

I loved her, and she was all mine.

I lifted myself from between Quinn’s legs and crawled over to her languidly. I leaned down to kiss her, slowly and lazily. Then, I plopped onto Quinn’s chest, curling my legs around hers and my body on top of her. She wrapped one arm around me to bring me even closer against her. Our chests were heaving as we were pressed together. Everything on me went back to human. We were both spent, but in pure bliss. I had never felt so loved and at peace.

“I love you so much,” I murmured.

“I love you so much more, sweetness.” Quinn kissed the top of my head. “I have been wanting to say that forages. You have no idea.”

My eyebrows rose. “Really? Since when?”

“Honestly…” Quinn thought for a moment. She traced lazy patterns around my back and shoulders. When her fingers touched my scars, I felt tiny sparks of electricity dance down my skin. I hummed in appreciation. “I think I felt the beginnings of it when you video-called me while I was making that pumpkin bread.”

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