Page 31 of Feeding Beauty (The Lost Girls #5)

A Surprise Set of Wings

TALON

A ura’s lips. Soft, pliant, cold, and utter fucking heaven. How does she taste even better than she smells? The sweet candy notes intensify and darken the more I plunder her mouth.

I want everything, all at once. My hands are in her hair, sweeping over her neck, gripping her face like it’s my last lifeline as everything in me comes alive in an explosion of fireworks.

Perhaps I should be worried I’ve burned out. About what it means. We should be worried about Mal’s horde of vampires, but I can’t give a single flying fuck about any of that.

I’m finally touching, holding, kissing the woman of my every desire, and there is no space for anything else.

Needing more, I force myself to sit up. Hot raking pain stabs through my ribs, but I ignore it. I can’t help the groan of pain, but I gather Aura closer to me.

She puts her hands, her gloriously perfect fucking hands, on my chest and pushes me slightly.

“You’re hurt.”

I recapture her lips, pulling her to me, unable to give her an inch of space or a moment to speak. “I told you, it’s a flesh wound,” I say against her lips.

I coax her open, and my tongue meets hers. My groan this time is entirely different. She’s utterly edible. I’m going to eat her up. There will be nothing left of her when I’m done.

The silky wet welcome of her mouth triples my desperation for more.

Aurora whimpers as I grip the hair at the base of her skull, angling her so I can kiss her deeper.

I’m going to do so much more to her. A bottleneck of ideas, fantasies, needs, and wants drill into my brain with unrestrained, wild pressure.

In a moment, she is half on my lap where I’m hardening so fast, the rush makes the world sway and my vision blurs.

Or maybe that’s the blood loss...

She clutches me close, nails digging in as she meets my frenetic onslaught of kisses with equal passion.

We cling to each other, tasting, devouring, feeling .

Only when it’s absolutely necessary to breathe do we break.

Still, I drop small, short kisses on her lips, down the line of her elegant neck. I taste salt, soap, rain, and her .

“Talon.” A laugh bubbles out of her. It’s only then I notice her teeth are chattering. Her entire body is trembling, hard.

My protective instincts kick in.

“Hold on,” I say, dropping a kiss on the perfect shell of her ear. I gather her closer. Ignoring the pain, my wings expand and I force myself to stand. Aurora’s legs encircle my waist, tightening as I shoot us up into the sky with a powerful stroke of my wings.

A little squeal of surprise slips out of her, and I hug her tighter, unable to stop the smile forming on my lips.

With a quick scan, I spot a brick industrial building with open windows on the third floor. I easily push the oversized pane so it swings open wider for us to pass through.

The pain in my side burns, but it’s so far down the list of feelings I’m experiencing, it is quickly a dull throb in the background.

The large warehouse is deserted. Tall wooden crates are stacked like forgotten tombstones, casting long shadows.

An insignia of a rose with thorns is burned into the sides of all the containers.

A few hanging bulbs strung across a central beam flicker softly to life—motion-triggered.

The amber glow spills across the concrete floor, warm and golden against the cold outside.

I land in the center of the space and spot an old wool blanket thrown over a crate. I grab it, pulling it over Aurora's shoulders.

The sound of fluttering has me on instant alert.

I catch whispers of movements overhead. Bats maybe?

I catch a pair of floppy ears and twitching noses up in the rafters.

Ah. Flutterbuns. Little half-rabbit, half-bat creatures with horns.

It’s surprising to find them nesting here, but they won’t bother us.

Aurora is still laughing, and shivering. Her cotton candy pink and blue hair has turned dark, heavy with rainwater. I carefully rub part of the blanket over her head.

Her laughter subsides, eyes drifting down to my side.

“You need medical attention,” she says more seriously.

“You’re right, but I need this first.” I grab her roughly and claim her mouth again.

Need builds inside me, stronger than it ever has, threatening to consume me whole.

Aurora shoves me hard enough that I break away. “We have to do something about it,” she says before turning to go.

Panic surges as I grab hold of the blanket around her, pulling her back to me with a stubborn harrumph .

“Fine.” She snorts in fake impatience. “Come with me then.” She drags me by the hand over to an office where she finds a first aid kit in one of the drawers.

She hums as she picks through the surprisingly well-stocked kit. Impatience gets the best of me as I brush her hands aside, grab a swath of gauze and quickly tape it over my side.

It'll do for now, but I'm not the only one with damage.

I grab the disinfectant and force Aurora to keep still as I clean the scratches on her hands and knees. All the while, she tortures me by kissing my chest, my neck, any bit she can reach. It feels like an eternity after I’m done bandaging her scrapes.

Finally finished, I hold Aurora’s face and taste her deeply and completely. When her butt hits the desk, I don’t stop. Picking her up by the hips, I set her on the surface. Stepping in between her legs feels like coming home.

My extended wings flap and stretch with unrestrained excitement.

The blanket falls from her shoulders as I nip and taste down the column of her throat, eliciting the most cock-hardening whimpers and moans. I tug down the neckline of her dress, exposing her full breasts.

Goosebumps rise along her golden flesh as my mouth covers her swell and my tongue swirls around her perfect pink nipple.

Savoring the taste of her skin, I’m desperate for more.

I squeeze and coax the other breast so it doesn’t feel neglected until I can switch and molest that one too.

The peaks are already stiff against my tongue, and I flick and nip between sucking and kissing them, worshipping her like I’ve always wanted to.

“Talon, I...” Her voice chokes up, like she can’t get the words out.

“I know, baby, I know,” I coo. I yank her dress up, and my fingers find her wet seam.

She gasps. I gulp.

“Such a soft, perfect pussy for me to play with.” The words are husky to my own ears as I gently slide two fingers along her sex, spreading the generous wetness that’s already there.

She clenches her eyes shut as she holds onto me for dear life. Nails bite into the back of my neck as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear.

There’s nowhere in heaven or hell I’d rather be.

My fingers glide inside her, and we both groan at the contact. Fuck, she’s so wet and tight. Closing my eyes, I remember all the times I noted that perfect angle she needed and adjust my wrist up as I give her several shallow pumps.

“Please, please, Talon. I can’t wait. I’m losing my mind,” she practically sobs.

I think I’ve already lost mine.

Her pleas are muffled by my kiss, and I reluctantly pull my fingers out of her.

I want to stick them in my mouth, taste her, savor her, drown in her cunt if need be, but desperation has taken hold of both of us.

We rush to undo my pants and clumsily shove at them.

They’re barely halfway down my thighs when she takes hold of my hard, hot cock.

“Ahh,” I hiss as she immediately pumps me.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh witchtitting fae lords, I’m going to come so fast.

My thighs twitch. My gut tightens. Every nerve feels like it's been rerouted to my cock. I’ve never been touched until now.

Not like this. Not ever.

I didn’t know it could feel like this—hot, sharp, almost unbearable in the best way. She palms me again, and I swear I see black around the edges of my vision.

“I can’t believe I haven’t seen your cock before tonight,” she says between kisses, pushing out that bottom lip in one of her famous pouts. “It’s brutally unfair.”

I can’t comment. My brain is lost in a fog of lust.

She doesn’t hesitate—not with the ridges or the thickness. As she strokes my length, I swear I nearly see stars.

“Can you...” She swallows hard. “Can you show me the rest?”

The rest?

Oh .

I clear my throat, feeling awkward. How long has she known? Yet again, I underestimated her.

Relaxing the muscles between my thighs and my cock, my second set of wings expands.

They sweep forward, then out wide. Considerably smaller than the ones on my back, but the thin membrane stretches out several feet.

The little claw tips at the bottoms twitch from being released, unused to the freedom.

“You’re beautiful,” she stares at them so lovingly, my chest hurts.

Aurora continues to stroke me, and I curse, because fuck, my cock was made for her.

I know it’s not like any she’s seen before.

Thick and ridged, the shaft is half-wrapped in black scales that taper off into the flushed head, glowing faintly with violet undertones like embers caught under glass.

Her thumb drags along the generous textured length, and my knees nearly buckle. Her breath catches.

Despite the extra ridges and girth, she doesn’t hesitate to touch me.

Unable to take anymore, I move her hand away to fight my pants down the rest of the way while she rips off her dress. Underneath, she still wears the jewels.

We both freeze.

Aurora’s expression turns grave. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers.

I tug the chains, forcing her pelvis to meet mine. “You won’t. I’m still the only one you can’t hurt.”

Before she can protest or come up with some other ridiculous fear, I have her on her back on the desk. My body covers hers. The tip of my cock finds her entrance, and I slide in.

The world detonates.

For years, I’ve imagined this. But imagination never came close. The first clutch of her heat steals the air from my lungs. My vision whites out. Every nerve in my body screams that this is impossible, that I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be inside her, and yet I am.

Now she takes me. She surrounds me. The wall of fire I have carried all my life isn’t here to keep us apart. Every breath of hers pulls me deeper into a world I thought I would never reach. The loneliness I buried for years tears open and I can barely withstand it.

For the first time in my life, I am not untouchable. I am not abandoned. I am hers. I am alive.

The heat of her drags the last shred of control I have straight to the edge.

Our cries echo all around us as I work my way into Aura’s excruciating tightness.

More fluttering comes from overhead. We’ve disturbed the natives, but I don’t plan on stopping.

“Talon.” My name is a prayer and a plea on her tongue.

I brace my forearm above her head, breath ragged, my hips locked tight to keep from slamming all the way in. I want to savor every fucking inch of this.

She’s so wet, I slide deeper than I expected, and my body tenses to keep from losing it right there. My cock is wrapped in heat and velvet, and it’s better than anything I ever imagined with a fist in the dark.

Then, on pure instinct, my second wings move. They slide forward from where they’re tucked at the tops of my inner thighs, unfurling slowly until they wrap around her hips. Thin, almost translucent, they mold to her curves like silk laced with heat. Her breath hitches against my mouth.

She’s not afraid. She leans into it. Her hands drift down, fingertips brushing the edge of one wing where it grips her side. My whole body jolts. They’re hypersensitive and no one’s ever touched them before.

The clawed tips of my wings angle and hook her ass cheeks, pulling them apart.

The sensation travels straight to my core. Tugging her open like that—fuck. It’s primal. Possessive. I feel more animal than man.

“Does that feel good, baby?” I ask, knowing all the signs that it does. For a moment, self-consciousness seizes me. She’s never been with anyone like me. And fuck, I’ve never been with, well...anyone.

“Yes.” Her nails rake over my shoulders. “Oh fucking fae lords, Talon. It’s so good.”

Heat shimmers off her in glorious, beautiful waves of power.

She’s hungry.

My chest tightens. I’ve seen that hunger before, from across a room, with someone else under her. But now it’s for me. Only me.

A small voice of fear tells me to stop. This might be like when she tried to pleasure herself. If she can’t feed from me, she could end up hurting herself.

“I can’t stop,” I say it out loud, even as I finally fill her to the hilt.

Her body tightens around me, snug and pulsing, like she was made to take me. I bite back a groan that wants to break loose from somewhere deep and raw.

“If you stop, I will murder you,” she growls.

“Yes, princess.”