Page 35 of Love's Ace

It had faded earlier, when I’d fallen asleep… but this was different. This was heat that was going to engulf me, aneedthat was going to leave me drowning in a sea of molten desire. It wasn’t exactlypain, but I couldn’t breathe around it.

It was like every part of me I’d ever cut off had suddenly woken up, amplified… sensedhimso close. That darkness in my chest, the monster inside me, demanded to be fed one way or another—through death, through pain, through blood.

Or throughthis.

It had to be sated… and if I had to choose…

If I had to lose myself to something…

“Wren?”

If I had to lose myself, it was going to be to Wren.

He sat in front of me, still and quiet, but his eyes were all for my movements as I slowly made my way to him. When I came up and ran my fingers along the tops of his thighs, heshuddered. He didn’t try to pull away, and I wasn’t sure how I was controlling myself the way I was.

I was burning alive from the inside out, and just that brush of his skin against my fingertips nearly stole my breath away. From one moment to the next, I was moving.

When I straddled him, the coolness of his skin pressing to mine was ambrosia, every healing sensation I never thought I could feel.

It was intoxicating, and at least some small part of me wasterrifiedthat I was letting myself feel this at all—horrified at what it would mean.

But Wren wasn’t touching me.

Wren was letting me touch him, and it made all the difference.

“Wren…” I said his name again, and this time it wasn’t a question. It was the softest syllable of permission, my lips pressing to his throat while I said it. I dropped my fingers to his hips and slowly trailed them along the length of his back, toward the soft flutter of his wings.

“Theo, wait, I—” But I was already touching them, and his body convulsed beneath me. My fingers worked through the feathers, feeling the strong muscle beneath, the strength it must have taken to give him flight.

Flight.

How amazing did it feel to take to the air?

My eyes shut and I ran my tongue along the side of his throat, tasting the way his pulse quickened when I stroked the base of his wings the same way I would his cock. He groaned, and his hips jerked up of their own accord.

He was hard, and the fabric of his boxers didn’t do anything to hide it. The only thing they did was irritate me. I wanted skin.

I wantedallof him.

That hungry thing inside me demanded it.

“Off,” I groaned, but I couldn’t let go of his wings. I gripped them tighter to pull him against me, and Wren spasmed.

“What?” he finally asked when I made another frustrated sound.

“Off, before I tear them off.”

He paused in my arms, body going stiff, tense, defensive for just a moment before he realized what I was talking about. His eyes dropped between us, and he peeled himself out of the offending piece of material before I had a chance to ask what he’d thought I meant.

When I shifted and straddled his lap again, there was nothing between us… and that nothing felt better than anything I’d ever felt in my entire life. The heat that had been scorching to a boiling point inside me seemed to narrow down and focus on where our cocks were pressed together, where my hands were digging nails into his skin and his were finally touching me back, grabbing my hips so hard it felt like they might bruise.

But he still wasn’t forcing me to move. His fingers were so rough the sharp sting of pain was nearly a relief from the heat ripping through me, but he didn’t force me to shift my hips, he didn’t drag me against him.

It was my hands on his back that pulled him closer, my fingers gripping his wings until he gasped and rolled his hips against mine.

It was my touch that led us both, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever have the words to tell Wren how much that meant, how much it mattered that heknewI needed it to be like this—I needed to feel like I was in control of everything that happened.

Maybe later, when I had more blood going to my brain instead of my cock, I’d think to tell him. Or maybe I’d realize how I should never have let this happen, and I’d tell him to fuck off.

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