Page 169 of With Wing And Claw

Once upon a time she’d thought there was no better feeling than revenge.

She knew better now. Revenge was all about loss. About not having. It was nothing, absolutely nothing, to beinghad, thoroughly and enthusiastically, and Thysandra’s lips were doing exactly that – sucking and skimming until Naxi thought she might die from it, and then she was still not stopping. Drowning herself in pleasure as much as she was driving Naxi mad … and only then did the realisation dawn.

Treaty day.

Months and months of work, culminating in the greatest victory yet, and where Naxi loved to think about it, Thysandra was undeniably looking for a well-earned break from thinking about anything at all.

Good.

Mindless oblivion was a demon’s specialty.

Naxi did not move, kneeling over those ravenous lips. The hands clamping down on her thighs wouldn’t have let her. But her nymph magic swept out, her demon senses sharpened … and when the vines cascaded down, when the first of them curled around Thysandra’s wings and thighs, she was ready for the heady burst of pleasure, the startled gasp against her pussy.

‘Fuck.’ Hoarse. Raspy. ‘Naxi …’

‘Don’t stop,’ she murmured, her own voice a little slurred as she fisted her hands in Thysandra’s glorious curls. ‘I’ll be very cruel if you stop now.’

A breathless laugh, and Thysandra’s tongue slid into her, nails clawing into Naxi’s thighs. The vines followed the example, wrapping around Thysandra’s legs with just the smallest scrape of thorns, and for a single moment of mesmerising unity, there was no telling whose pleasure was whose. Naxi’s legs were shaking now with the effort of keeping her upright, with the unfaltering onslaught of tongue and teeth and lips working her in unison. But she focused her attention on the thicker vine skimming over the rug, smooth and thornless, and called it closer, closer, closer …

Thysandra gasped again as it slid between her legs.

Naxi didn’t wait for her to recover, probing deeper.

Sensations mingled, as if her demon senses were getting dizzy, no longer sure of up or down, ofyouorme. She felt the tongue dragging along her own soaked lips. Felt the wet heat clenching tight around that vine. Felt its sweet intrusion, Thysandra’s shock and lust and brazen pleasure, and thrust deeper.

A breathless moan brushed over her wetness.

‘Sashka,’ she gasped. ‘Don’tstop.’

Then she thrust again, before those clever fae lips could resume their work, and Thysandra cried out, actuallycried out, as her mouth closed on Naxi once more.

It was agony, having to think as pleasure cascaded over her through all senses at once. It wasglorious. Thysandra writhed beneath her, fucked slowly but unrelentingly as her tongue fucked Naxi in turn, panting and moaning, wings tightening with need. Naxi threw her head back. Closed her eyes. Sank into the sensations, into the overwhelming, incandescent bliss of everything at once, and reached back.

Found the plump swell of a breast under her fingers, the rock-hard peak of a nipple, and – sweetly, viciously – pinched.

Thysandra came apart beneath her.

It was the last straw. The last nudge over that tempting, looming edge. Naxi followed gladly – twofold pleasure, rippling through her in cascading waves, echoing back and forth across her demon senses, until she was out of breath and out of sense and she no longer felt anything at all but the sweetest, most savagerightness.

Rolling herself onto the rug felt like coming home. Snuggling into Thysandra’s arms felt like coming home. Breathing in the scent of sweat and sex and joyful flowers felt like coming home, or perhaps, even better, likemakingher own home.

Tomorrow would be yet another day at the Crimson Court.

Tomorrow she would be having the time of her life again.

But right now the world was quiet and lit only by warm, glowing faelights. Right now the High Lady of the Crimson Court was lying drowsy and debauched on her own living room floor, and Naxi wasn’t moving from her arms, wasn’t eventhinkingof moving, because she might be getting a little cold, and she might be exhausted and in dire need of sleep, and her left foot might be developing just the slightest cramp … but more than anything else, she was by Thysandra’s side, in Thysandra’s arms.

And she was exactly where she ought to be.