Page 131 of Lost in the Dark

“Then don’t.” He licked deep, sliding those big hands between my legs to cup my ass and lift me to his mouth, like I was the most delicious meal he’d ever tasted.

A growl resounded in the back of his throat. Vibrations thrummed against my clit, driving me closer to the edge. I pressed my hands against those feather-soft wings and felt the powerful muscles underneath.

So soft but dangerous, all in one. I clasped my hands against his wings and looked down. Shadows shifted, and all I could see were my pale legs wrapped around darkness as he fucked me with his tongue.

He sucked, making me cry out before he pulled his head away. Cool air danced across my thigh as he dropped his hand and the rustle of his pants resounded, bouncing against the membrane wrapped around us.

“God, yes,” I groaned. “More.”

My hands slipped, falling to his thick, muscled shoulders as the creature lowered me. “Dregon.” That was his name…

“Yes, female?” He slid his hand higher along my back, the big fingers spread wide.

My legs wrapped around him. “I like your name.”

He pulled me close, until something big and thick pushed between us. “As I enjoy yours, Violet. You are more than a dream, more than a fantasy. You are…fate.”

“Fate,” I whispered, and slid my hands along his arms, sliding them over his bulging muscles.

“Why are you here…Violet,”he said my name again. The sound of it was both alien and beautiful in his husky growl.

A crushing ache flared through my chest, stealing my desire. “Getting my heart trashed, it seems.”

He lowered his head, drawing in a deep breath, and in an instant that resounding growl of hunger turned into something dangerous—something terrifying. “You’re in pain.”

I turned my head away. He didn’t like that. The edge of his wing captured my chin, turning me back toward him. The action let the moonlight in, leaving me to stare into those midnight eyes that reflected the silver glow.

“It doesn’t matter,” I whispered.

He reached between us, sliding his hand down until he thrust his finger inside me. “It matters to me, Violet, as does this.”

I bucked with the invasion, hating how even in this hallucination, betraying Michael felt so easy…with him. I clenched my arms around him, rocking forward as I rode that slow thrust. “It’s called a broken heart.”

“I can fix that.” He thrust, making me moan. “Better?”

“For my heart? Not even remotely,” I spoke the truth. “Unless you plan on replacing my drop-dead boyfriend with someone better.”

He stopped thrusting, pulling free. Dark ridges appeared between his brows with a scowl. “Boyfriend?”

“You know,” I answered. “You know, the guy who was supposed to love you, and not want to make you fuck his best friend.”

“He wanted you to…mate with another?”

“Mate with?” I was confused for a second until it registered, then I let out a chuff, losing that edge of desire. “Yeah, I guess he did.”

And there was that growl again, the one that triggered goosebumps to race along my arms. “Worthless male.” He eased his cock between us, rubbing me. “How could any being share someone so perfect?”

“Doesn’t matter anymore,” I whispered, staring into those bottomless eyes.

“No.” He held my gaze and slid the tip of his cock inside, teasing,stretching. “It doesn’t.”

I shuddered with the invasion. My breath raced. My hold tightened around him.

“Open yourself for me, Violet,” he urged.

I bit my lip and rocked forward, leaving him to push in before sliding out.

“That’s my female.” He pressed his hands along my back, driving me against his massive chest, and wrapped his wings around me. “That’s my perfect female.”

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