Page 69 of Changeling
I’m barelythrough the door before Dominus is on me, kissing me and clutching my waist in his big hands. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. My body is vibrating with emotion. Excitement, relief, joy, love—they all combine into a warm, writhing mix that stirs my stomach, fills my cock, and speeds up my heart.
It’s impossible to think when his mouth takes mine, all hot and demanding, just like the man himself. His tongue coaxes mine to play. His smell washes over me, a delightful woody scent, mixed with snow and frost from the outdoors. I inhale greedily.
He’s closed the door behind us and somehow wrangled me through the sitting room and into his bedchamber. I don’t pay attention to our surroundings. I can’t when he’s so close, so all-encompassing, with his broad chest and his strong arms surrounding me, his lips demanding more kisses.
When he palms my ass with both hands, my breath catches in my throat. I wrench my head from our kiss.
“Dominus.” My voice comes out shaky. I’m not surprised. My legs are wobbly as well, and we’ve only just begun.
He backs off but only far enough to gaze into my eyes with desperation written in his. “What? Anything. Please.” The words tumble out one right after the other. I struggle to make sense of them.
“Yes, anything. Whatever you like, only…” How to say this? What I want from him, what I need, is all mixed up in my mind. Maybe now isn’t the time for questions, but I can’t have him once, only to be turned away again. I couldn’t bear it a second time. “You’re sure? When you invited me back, did you mean it? You want me to stay?”
He nods, and a flicker of vulnerability clouds his blue eyes. “I do. I want you here, but I don’t mean to take you from your new life at Bran Vigny. I know you’ll want to go back—”
“I don’t.” I grip his shirt in both hands—odd to see him in ordinary clothes when in my mind, he’s always draped in the sheerest of silks. “It’s a fine place, but you’re not there.”
“But I can’t leave Hungary. You can. The truth of it stings, but I won’t hold you back from the world.”
There’s so much I want to tell him. So much I’ve learned. But with Dominus here in front of me, all I can think of is touching him, of his hands on me, our bodies in rhythm. Heat rushes to my groin.
“Seb,” Dominus moans my name. He sounds…hungry.
“Dom. I want to feed you.” The rest can wait.
His mouth lands on mine again, all tongue and teeth, and it’s as if he’ll devour me right here, the two of us standing toe to toe in his bedroom.
I open for him. Willing. Eager. Thoughts of spells and curses fly from my head, making room for my imagination to roam. I’ve had plenty of time to think of what he may do with me upon our reunion, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t picked a favorite of those fantasies.
“Fuck me.” I massage his hard cock through his trousers, possibly more massive than even in my memory, but I can take him. Magic tingles and dances all around me now. Mine to control. And I know how to use it. I send warm vibrations to smother his balls. “Please. I need you to.”
The sound he makes—I’ll never forget it so long as I live. An affirming groan born of lust and delivered with a breathy sigh as a chaser. “I will.” He presses himself into my palm. “If you’re good. You’ll have to be very patient. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” I’m on board for whatever he’s planning, even if it involves folding my damn clothes first. “Shift for me. Let me see you.”
The human appearance fades immediately, and his natural lavender skin shines through. His cock swells in my questing hand. Horns thrust proudly from his head, free of their usual decorations and beautiful in their curved gray simplicity.
I don’t see his tail, but it curls around my waist, yanking me closer. Oh, that tail. I remember all it can do with a shiver of anticipation.
Though I yearn to show him my true form, fear still lingers in my mind. Will he hate my wings? My pointed ears and ethereal skin? Will he reject me for my fae features? I know Dominus to be kind, and he clearly cares for me. I want to believe he’ll accept me for who I really am. But old wounds are easily opened, and his run deep. I won’t risk the hurt, not for either of us, not yet.
I run my fingers beneath his shirt and lift the hem. “Off.”
He complies with haste. “You too.”
We undress as if our lives depend on it. A huff of laughter escapes me when Dominus discards his clothes directly to the floor, same as he’d teasingly scolded me for last time.
I say nothing, flinging mine to join his.
With a growl, he grabs me beneath my shoulders and knees, swoops me up, and deposits me in the center of his enormous bed. The cream silk coverlet is cool against my bare ass.
Dominus hovers over me on all fours, crawling up the length of my body and dropping kisses on my neck and jaw. I turn my face for more, reach around his broad back, and tug his weight down on top of me, parting my legs to make room for him. He gives in with an indulgent whimper, a sound I never thought I’d hear him make, so sweet and needy.
I love him like this, letting me get what I want, almost as much as I love it when he orders me around, bending me to his will.
He grinds his heavy cock against mine. With nothing to slick the way, the drag of tender skin on skin is an intense pleasure, bordering on pain. It’s so good I squeeze my eyes closed and justfeel. His muscles flex beneath my sweaty palms.
“More,” I demand, needing all of him at once.
