Page 34 of Love's Ace

I should have panicked from the touch—should have thrown him off me and ran a blade through his chest. An Enmity touching a cupid’s wings was tantamount to suicide. It was dangerous. Deadly.

It was…

“Fuck you, Theo. Just…fuck.”

The most erotic thing I’d ever felt.

His fingers splayed, stroking the skin around the base of my wings, and I shivered in response, my arms tightening around him in a spasm that nearly crushed the breath from him. Apparently, that was enough permission for him to buck his hips again, and his body slotted against mine perfectly as he squirmed. It was impossible to deny that I was just as hard as he was when Theo ground himself against me. I wasn’t sure if thewet spot on the front of my boxers was from his cock or mine, but the heat of it shot straight through me and made my back arch as he gently ran his fingers along the feathers of my wings in a tease again.

I shouldn’t have liked it.

I shouldn’t have wanted it.

And I definitely shouldn’t have rolled until I was on top of him, pinning his larger frame with my weight and finally looking down to see that his eyes were wide open and burning. I wasn’t sure what I was trying to find in them, but there were no answers. There was just need.

I could blame it on the thin line running between us.

I could blame it on fucked-up arrows and Fate being an absolute bitch, or on the fact that we’d fought and he’d nearly changed, so now heneededproximity to find himself again.

I could blame it on a lot of things, but it wasmyshoulders tensing,mybody jerking when he stroked the length of my spine. It wasmylips that crashed against his in a kiss that held all the anger and confusion I felt. He moaned into my mouth, his body writhing against mine, pantomiming things that were impossible and forbidden—things you didn’t do with someone you hated.

With the enemy.

With amonster.

But his fingers came up again and slid along the length of my wings, and I groaned at the touch, the line of heat shooting straight from the feathers to my cock. Fuck, how did that feel sogood? Why did him touching me feel so…

So…

I wanted to tear the clothing from my body and fuck my way inside him. I wanted to make him cry, to beg, to tell me he was sorry for ever making mefeel this way. I wanted…

I don’t trust people to touch me, he’d said, but he was begging for it now.

Then touch me.I’d offered. I’d meant my hand, but… I pulled back from our kiss and stared down at him again, then swallowed hard before I sat back.

“You can touch me,” I whispered softly, an echo of my earlier offer. “I won’t hurt you.”

He looked up at me in confusion, his kiss-swollen lips forming a small frown.

“Wren?”

“Take what you need.”

It was horrifying, offering it. I crawled back until I was in the center of the bed and dropped my hands to the top of my thighs, palms up.

For a moment, clarity burst across Theo’s face—his eyes were all pupil, blown wide and black. His brows knitted together in a mixture of pain and confusion… and then he came up on his hands and knees and crawled toward me.

I was engulfed by the look of need painting his features dark, drowning in the echo of it ricocheting through my body and leaving blossoms of frantic desire in its wake. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

This wasn’t howIwas supposed to be.

But my arrows were never wrong—the line between us drew us together, and I couldn’t fight it anymore.

Chapter 14

Theo

The world felt likeit was on fire, and the only thing that could save me was the feel of Wren’s skin pressing against mine.

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