Page 64 of A Sip of Sin

Munro let out a low moan as Hollen kissed him back, reaching to touch the base of those delicate and powerful wings. He wasn’t sure if they were sensitive, but the noise that escaped through Munro’s lips certainly made them seem so.

Munro faltered for just a moment, his wings going slack as they tilted into a spiral. He grinned against Hollen’s lips as he let out a squeak, the air rushing past them before Munro managed to level out again, his wings catching the air and sending them upward.

“Again,” said Munro, his voice almost lost to the wind.

Hollen let himself explore the muscles and ridges of the wings as much as he could reach, dipping his fingers between the feathers likes strands of rigid silk. When he dug his nails in, Munro let out a strangled moan, and they dropped again, Munro panting against his lips as he recovered.

“I might lose myself if you do that again,” said Munro, his voice shaky. “We have the whole sky between us, but maybe we should save that for solid ground.”

“Okay.” Hollen withdrew his hands to Munro’s neck, clutching at the thick muscle there. The cold seemed to have faded, but there was moisture gathering on his eyelashes that only got worse as they passed through a thick fog. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the throb in his gut and the dizzying heat that fizzled through him.

“I didn’t mean for you to stop.”

Hollen blinked, looking up at Munro. If his hair hadn’t been tied back, it would have been a true disaster. The strands that had escaped were flying all about, catching the sun that was over Munro’s shoulder and sending dazzling specks of light everywhere. Hollen blinked against the brightness before burying his face into Munro’s collar.

There, just like on his own neck, was a throbbing jugular that pulsed with each beat of Munro’s heart. It seemed to sink with his wings, the rise and fall matching almost perfectly.

Without thinking, Hollen placed a kiss on the smooth stretch of skin. What had seemed perfect was bumpy under his lips, faded circular scars dotting the entire surface. He could hardly see them, but he found them with his lips, stroking one of the larger ones with his tongue. It was a place that was so sensitive on him, and he could imagine what it did to Munro. His own wrist still throbbed when he brushed it, the nerves frayed and oversensitive since Munro had bitten him. With so many bites, it had to be worse.

“How many times have you been bitten?” asked Hollen. In truth, he hadn’t expected it. Munro was the one who did the biting. The thought of him exposing his neck to someone else had jealousy curling in his belly.

“Too many times to count.” Munro squeezed Hollen’s ass where he was supporting him, pushing a gasp through Hollen’s lips.

“How many times did you like it?” The jealousy thickened into something dark, and Hollen nipped at the skin, tracing his own dull teeth over that surface. He had no chance of breaking skin, but Munro reacted as if he had, bringing Hollen flush against him.

“There was a time when I found it pleasurable.” Munro kneaded his ass, moving his fingers deeper to the clothed crevice between his cheeks. “That was a long time ago.”

It was almost sad.

“Can I?” Hollen kissed the spot again before bringing his fingertips to the surface. It was damp from his saliva and the air, but it quickly dried as another draft lifted them skyward.

Munro nodded, a groan on his lips. “Yes.”

Hollen let out a whimper, inadvertently grinding against Munro’s belly as he eyed his prize. He took a deep breath before leaning in, pressing his teeth to the flesh.

“Hollen.”Munro tightened his grip.

He’d never heard his name said quite like that, and it urged him on, until he was digging his teeth in harder, and he knew he would leave a mark—hismark. Munro’s breath turned ragged, and they slipped sideways through the air as Hollen released him, only to bite again in the same spot. His teeth slid into the little divots he’d created.

“What you do to me,” said Munro. Hollen had no choice but to let go as Munro lowered him, bringing their groins together in a rush of air.

Munro was hard—unmistakably hard and probably aching in the same way Hollen was. The touch only lasted a moment before Munro heaved him higher again, and Hollen latched onto his skin. Instead of biting down, he sucked the skin into his mouth, likely leaving a bruise behind that was sure to sting.

It wasn’t enough. It never was with Munro. Even when he knew a bite would kill him, he still ached for those savage points in his flesh. A bed was what he really needed to explore Munro the way he wanted. There was a finality to the trip and the question looming over his head that made it even more urgent.

“Can I touch you?” asked Hollen, whispering against Munro’s skin and kissing his way up his neck. “I don’t want you to fall.” The proximity to the ground was just as important as his apparent forgetfulness about his fear of heights. It was hard to focus on fears when he was throbbing.

“Just be careful.” Munro closed his eyes. Whether it was against the wind or to center himself, Hollen didn’t know.

The problem was, Hollen had never been careful a day in his life. If it was a bad idea, the payout wasalwaysbetter.

Locking one arm behind Munro’s neck to brace himself, he trailed the other down Munro’s chest, flicking more of his buttons open. It would have been easier with his right hand, but he muddled through with his left, struggling as the fabric resisted him. Munro’s only response was a single twitch of his lips and the flex of his hands.

Is this where the expression ‘flying fuck’ came from?Hollen grinned to himself before dipping his hand inside Munro’s shirt. It probably wasn’t fair to strip him completely and let his clothes be taken away on the wind. When they arrived, Erie would have some strange looks and stern words for them.

Cool skin and pebbled nipples met his hand, Munro’s chest heaving as he gasped. He was so very sensitive, but hard down to the very shape of his chest.

“Is this okay?” asked Hollen, touching one nipple then the next. They seemed to be keeping aloft now, and hell, he was ready topush.

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