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"Of course," I said, doing my best to make sure my disappointment didn't convey in my voice or body language. I had no right to her body. Her asking for a boon and my rescuing her from that school didn't give me the right to her body, even if other people might see it that way.

"You're okay with that?" she asked, her voice tentative. I studied her, seeing the markers of vulnerability. That nervous smile, the way her upper body leaned ever so slightly away from me, her elbows held in tightly at her side. "I've been teasing you, and I know I owe you for rescuing me..."

"You don't owe me anything," I interrupted her. "You have no obligation."

"Are you sure?" she asked. "I promised you my body."

"Bodies aren't something that can be traded, not in any sense of goodness. You are thinking like a follower of Order. Order is the way of control, enslavement, and commodification. I am a follower of Chaos," I told her. I understood why she thought the way she did. She had entered this world into the cradle of Order and had been immediately inundated in the religious trappings of control. At that school, the only knowledge of Chaos was whispers brought in by those who held the way in their hearts. My brother was a source of those whispers. "Chaos is self-actualization, self-sovereignty," I continued. "My choice was to bring you with me and not cause you harm."

“I was prepared to have to heal myself afterwards,” she said, relief washing over her face.

“Why would you need healing?” I said, moments later, realizing what she meant.

She had heard the rumors.

“Your dick is dangerous,” she said, her eyes cutting into mine.

"It is not," I laughed.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Prove it."

I grinned and rose to my feet. I stepped back and shrugged out of my robe, letting it fall to the ground as I spread my wings as wide as they could go to frame my presentation.

She gasped, her eyes growing wide as she took in the part of me that she was afraid of.

“It’s so small!” she gasped out.

Chapter

Seven

NORA

“It’s so small!” I gasped out.

I slapped my hands over my own mouth too late to stop the words from coming out.

I couldn’t believe I said it like that! The piece of meat that jutted out from between his legs was by no means small. He was at least seven inches, and I was certain that if I wrapped my fingers around him, I would find that his girth would be more than satisfying.

The thing is, I was expecting something more than the length of a baseball bat and the girth of one of my legs.

His kind were rumored to have the kind of anatomy that would literally tear someone apart.

"How big did you think it would be?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow. His wings stretched even wider, catching the sunlight that was coming through the window as the golden light glimmered off the edges of his beautiful white feathers. My eyes darted around, from his large but still doable maleness, to hischiseled and gorgeous body, which I was desperate to touch, to the soft shine of his impressive wingspan.

My cheeks burned. "As big as a mushroom."

“You have heard the rumors,” he grinned, and my anxiety at the thought that I had just offended him fluttered away along with my fear of having to figure out how to take a monsterdick.

“Are they…” I cut myself off, realizing I was about to ask him if the rumors were true, and he was just the angel who fell short of expectation. I felt a flush rush over my skin that had nothing to do with his nudity or my glorious relaxation from my massage. There was so much I wanted to know, but at the same time, I was rapidly re-evaluating the situation. The man was hung, he was royalty, he was chill with not knocking me up, and if we clicked in the bedroom, I was likely going to be set for quite some time. I was definitely attracted to him. When I said no earlier, the word was a surprise to me, brought out by the sudden slash of fear that rushed through me at the thought of being bent over the table and destroyed by a piece of oversized bodily equipment.

I knew I was being mercenary about this, but I knew what I wanted.

He was an opportunity for a good time.

“Are the rumors true, and am I just on the small size?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I didn’t say that,” I said as my skin felt so hot I could fry an egg on it.