“I know. But you’re here and I’m thanking you.” He kissed her, more intensely this time, because he knew she admired him, thought well of him, and had approved his part in Duncan’s rescue. As he slid his tongue into her mouth, she suckled, which forced a groan from his throat.
Her hands moved slowly from wing- lock to wing-lock, her fingers kneading the length of each lock then teasing the apertures. He wept for her so that as she moved, the lubricant that allowed for wing-release spread over his back.
By now, he arched over her, pushing his c**k against her, savoring that her hips pushed back. Let’s try out that mount, he sent.
But as he released her, she said, “I want you to lie down first, on your stomach. I need to suck down some of those juices.” Okay, he almost came because her choice of words were as erotic as what she wanted to do to him. He didn’t argue with her either but stretched himself out on the mount.
“Spread your legs a little more.” He smiled and a thrill shot down his testicles. Her hands were on him first, but not touching his wing-locks. Instead, she fondled him low. “You have a beautiful ass,” she said. Then she was stroking his bu**ocks, kissing and licking. When she dipped low and licked and plucked at his perineum then his balls, he emitted a sound that fell somewhere between an anguished groan and a grunt.
“You’d better stop,” he called out.
“Or I won’t last.” She chuckled. “Well, we can’t have that.” He felt her move in close to him from behind, lean over and that’s when more of the magic happened as she got busy with his wing-locks. She started at the upper right and he closed his eyes and savored.
She sucked at the tip, moaning, her hips pumping into him in the nicest way.
He decided then and there that he needed to add onto his house. He had to have a room like this, one where he could be with Vela as often as he liked, maybe everyday for a good long stretch.
As she sucked on his wing-locks, the thought of having her with him always worked on his mind and on his heart. What was happening to him? What was the breh-hedden doing to him?
He seemed to be falling for her, straight off a cliff, tumbling over and over.
But that made no sense in his solitary life, the one he lived, a wolf’s life, functioning with his Militia Warrior pack, but moving at the edges of society, never fully engaged.
Whatever this was, he’d reached a point where he wanted to be inside her, to bury himself, to feel that connection to her.
I need you, he sent. He lifted up and she drew back at the same time. He turned toward her and kissed her again, his erection pressing against her, his hips angling, seeking.
Let me get prone, Samuel. God, I need you inside me, too. Now. My wing- locks are screaming because they know I’m going to release.
Mine, too.
He let her go and she whirled to lie face down. “Oh, this is heaven because your scent is all over the leather.” She took a deep breath and groaned.
“Incredible.” She took hold of the straps.
He split the mass of her blond hair, pushing it away from her back to hang down on either side of her. He loved the sight of her beautiful back, glistening from her wing-locks doing what they do, swelling, moistening, getting ready to mount. Even looking at the swollen ridges worked his cock.
She spread her legs and he had to have a good look at her beautiful bareness, her swollen lips and folds, that she also glistened below.
He dropped to his knees, needing to have a taste and the moment his tongue connected she cried out. He gripped her hips, wanting her to come just once before he pierced her.
He drove his tongue hard, her sweet floral flavor another tantalizing sensation that kept him hard and ready. Come for me, Vela, just once before we mount.
Somehow his voice in her head must have done the trick because she cried out, her hips pumping against the mount, writhing as he rode her orgasm to the end.
When she lay slack, he rose up and stroked her bu**ocks, just as she’d touched and fondled him. He went upward, massaging her waist. But when he reached her wing-locks, he sucked on the lowest one, which brought a new moan out of her mouth.
You ready for a wing-release? he asked.
Yes. I’m so ready. And I want you, Samuel, all of you, as deep as you can get.
He lifted up and using his hand, guided his c**k into her waiting body, pressing slowly to get positioned.
When he was in, he began to thrust, watching as she used the straps, one in each hand, to counter his moves, which created the best friction.
She breathed roughly against the mount. “I won’t last long.”
“Me, neither.” He’d barely been able to get the words out. Being inside her, with her scent rich in his nostrils, her wetness easing every stroke, all of it worked his wing-locks. They were swollen now and pleasure flowed in waves over his body and plucked at his balls.
She panted as he gripped her hips to gain the balance he needed. He pumped faster and he felt her tighten around his cock.
“I’m going to come.” Her body arched and he watched as her wings began to fly from the locks. She clenched around him hard and screamed her pleasure.
The sounds she made, coupled with the sight of her wing-release, brought his release. He roared as the sensations combined to flood his body with pleasure.
His c**k jerked with each pump of fluid, the feel of his wings streaking through and pleasuring each of his locks so that he writhed as he drove into her. The flesh of her hips in his hands drove him to an ecstasy that kept delivering, jolts of sensation that flowed upward through his abdomen and forced guttural shouts from his throat.
On the climax moved, like nothing he’d known before, his wings flapping in strong downward sweeps even as Vela’s moved, even as she kept crying out. Her hands pulled hard on the straps, keeping them both anchored.
Pleasure on pleasure.
Cresting more than once.
Finally, the last wave rose and fell to a gentle easing down. He breathed hard, Vela as well, her arms now hanging loosely down the sides of the leather mount, her thick blond hair draped on either side of her head.
“I want one of these,” she said, chuckling.
He smiled and placed his hand on the center of her back, touching her between her wings. “Your wings are extraordinary.
And gray, with a darker gray banding at the tips. They’re beautiful.”
“Like your eyes, Samuel,” she said softly. “Like your eyes.” She craned her neck to look back at him. “And your wings are an incredible shade of blue.” She lowered her head, looking peaceful and relaxed. “Do you think that means something, that our wings reflect each other’s eye color?”