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“There’s something missing,” she said as her hands lingered over the spots where his wingsshould be.

His head hung lowered before her, his hands holding onto her hips as she moved. Then it was strange. She could see him shift before her, his skin go gray, his horns appear curling back over his hair, and his wings forming under her hands. Yet it felt like they were always there. They didn’t shift up like they were being displaced, the wings simply were there and had always been.

The wrongness feeling buzzed up her arms too, now that she saw him for what he was, but she also didn’t care. It didn’t hurt her. It was just a part of what he was. She didn’t like it, though she would never admit it to him. She could tolerate it in favor of the other things about him she hungered for.

Carefully, slowly, she slid her fingers along the wrist-like bones of his wings. He groaned loudly. The wings rose and fell as he panted, and before she knew what was happening, he clawed at her leggings, pulling them down until she was entirely stripped in seconds. Before she realized what was happening, he dived for her, pressing his mouth into her nether region and dispelling all doubts about whether he knew what he was doing or not.

Gasping, she grabbed at his head this time, as shudders made it difficult to keep standing. Her world exploded in sensations, and though it had been a while, she never remembered anything feelingthisgood. His arms came about her, grabbing her backside to add some support while his wings crested around them both. It wasn’t enough though as his work forced her to spread her legs more than she was ready to, and she lost her balance. His extra appendages prevented her from crashing completely to the ground. Instead, she was swept up into his arms, cradled against his chest.

“Where… where are we going?” she asked, her head swimming with the heady mixture of his intense touch and an inability to breathe against it.

“To the bed,” he said, the tip of his tail coming up to caress her across the cheek as he navigated her down her slightly too narrow hall for the way he was carrying herandhis wingspan. He shifted once more to his human form to accommodate the space while she cuddled her head into her shoulder, feeling perfectly safe and happy.

Chapter 39

Let’s Get

It On

Landing on the bed took her breath away, and she started to laugh again. Rafferty looked down on her, lying beside her with his arms framingher body.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked, concern pinchinghis face.

She reached up to rub it away. “Lovemaking has lots of laughter in it,” she saidsweetly.

“Lovemaking,” he repeated softly. “Then I’m not doing something wrong?”

“No, of course not. You’re doing something very right,” she assured him. Raising her head, she nuzzled it into the crook of his shoulder where it met his neck, kissing and nuzzling until she found the perfect spot. Again, her lover shuddered and cupped her in his arms like she was the only buoy in a raging sea.

“Helena, I don’t want to hurt you,” hewhispered.

“Then don’t,” she said and slid her fingers down his stomach to open the button on his pants. Like with the shirt, when she went to try to slide them down from his body, she found the material simply gave, tearing silently away. He shifted above her, so that his bare skin pressed along hers, and she opened her legs to welcome him in. His mouth came down to engulf one of her breasts while one of his hands attempted to wrap around what couldn’t fit and failed. This time she arched against him and let his obvious show of skill speak to her.

Again she giggled when he released it.

“You are surprising me,”she said.

“Why?”

“One moment, you seem like you don’t know what to do, then the next you do something like that, like an expert. It’s a bit discordant.” She slid her hands down his sides to cup the bones of his hips, encouraging him to slide forward as she kneaded her fingers into the flesh of hisbackside.

“I… I’ve had sex before,” he stated with a note of defensiveness, “but… this… It’s not like that at all.”

“No, it’s not. It’s better,” she assured, then gasped as the tip of him bumped her. He didn’t go immediately in as she expected but slid himself along her, sharing the intimate touch. She loved it too and arched once more to exert more pressure as he slid back, eliciting just as much sensation. The tip of him bumped her pearl of pleasure, and they both reacted to the spike oflightning.

“I can stop,” he offered. “I can still please youwithout…”

“Could you get me pregnant?”

That froze him like he had turned to stone, as if the idea hadn’t occurred to him. “Uh… yes. The magic of this body is the same as the magic I would put into food,” he admitted, already backing away. “It could force you to conceive if I intended it to—”

“Then would you wear a condom?” she asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to request ofa demon.

“Uh… I…”

“Will a condom stop it?” she asked, sitting up more on her elbows.

“The magic can overcome any earthly barriers… but again only if I will it to,” he confessed.

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