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ERIN

“You said Kellie never touched your wings,” I said, changing the subject so I didn’t have to talk about choosing a mate anymore. That shit was stressful. “Are wings sensitive?”

“They are.”

“ How sensitive.”

“On the same level as my cock.”

My eyebrows shot upward. “Has anyone ever touched them?”

“No.” He brushed a few strands of hair from my eyes.

Somehow, we’d sidestepped into another intimate conversation.

Some part of me wanted to climb back out, but that part wasn’t at the forefront of my mind. Not even close.

“If we mated, you’d let me?” I asked.

He chuckled. “I’d let you now if you wanted to.”

I wasn’t sure why, but I did want to.

Maybe I wanted physical evidence that I would treat him better than Kellie had if he gave me the chance.

Maybe I wanted to distract myself from the serious conversation about choosing a permanent mate.

Or maybe I was just a little possessive too, and wanted to claim some part of him no one else ever had.

Unlike him, I had no magical fading to blame the possessiveness on. So, I wasn’t admitting to anything.

“Shift,” I said.

Rhett adjusted his position on the bed slightly, moving down the mattress and raising his shoulders just enough as he changed. His wings spread behind him, horns curved from his head, and his body grew a bit.

His erection did, too.

Whew, that was hot.

“Can we even fuck when you’re this big?” I asked him, earning a small but wicked smile.

“After we’re mated, yes. We’d have to be careful, before.”

I guess my body would adjust for his if we sealed a bond. Becoming fae myself would probably do that for me.

Leaning forward, I wrapped my hand around one of his horns. His eyes closed, and he let out a breath.

“How does that feel?” I asked him, watching his reactions.

“Nice. Similar to a scalp rub.”

“When I’m fae, I won’t have horns?”

“No. Female fae don’t have them.”

I dragged my thumb slowly over the tip, and earned a murmured curse. “Fuck me, that’s good.”

My lips curved upward slightly.

It had been a long, long time since I’d been with a man, but it had always made me feel powerful. The knowledge that I could bring pleasure to a guy as strong as Rhett was intoxicating.

Releasing his horn, I lowered my hand to the smooth surface of his wing. My fingers brushed the center of it lightly, just to the right of his bicep.

His whole body tensed, his cock throbbing hard against my center.

“How is it?” I moved my fingers again.

He swore loudly, grabbing my wrist with the hand furthest from me and holding my fingers where they were. “Stop, Chaos.”

I started to pull my hand away, but he held it in place.

“I’m going to release all over your only set of clean clothes if you keep going.” He gritted the words out.

I looked down at the robe and exposed panties.

Did I care?

If I weren’t playing Survival , I wouldn’t have batted an eye. But dry, clean clothes were a rarity on the island.

“Take them off me,” I said.

His eyes opened, gaze hot, heavy, and a little suspicious.

Like he didn’t believe I meant it, which was just plain ridiculous. I never said anything I didn’t mean. In fact, I usually said too much of what I meant.

“If you’re going to cover me in your pleasure, wouldn’t you rather coat my bare skin anyway?” I asked.

Fire burned in his eyes. “I should get you off again first.”

“Why? I’ll probably climax again with you. You’ll still be between my thighs, right?”

He growled. “Yes.”

“Then don’t make me wait any longer.”

He tugged the tie around my waist undone, and I lifted my hand off his wing so he could push the robe’s sleeves down my arms. His hands slid slowly over my breasts, his grip gentle.

Too gentle.

“I’m not going to break, Rhett. If you’re going to touch me, touch me .”

“You’re perfect.” His voice was low as he worked my breasts harder through my bra.

I dragged my fingers lightly against his wings again.

He had my bra over my head in a heartbeat, and gripped my bare breasts. I inhaled sharply, loving both the feel of it and the heat in his eyes.

When his hands left my tits, they slid down my hips and to my panties. He tugged the fabric down my thighs, lifting my legs one at a time. The motion was a little awkward, but the moment wasn’t. The way he watched me said he liked stripping me down as much as I liked having him do so.

When he lowered my leg back to his side, it set my core against his erection. There was nothing between us but his shorts.

“We shouldn’t ruin your only pair of clothes either,” I said, heart beating quickly.

It was a fair point, but honestly?

I just wanted to feel him against me.

He lifted us both off the mattress long enough to tug the fabric down his legs.

I sucked in a breath at the heat of his bare cock against my clit. He throbbed, and my hips arched.

“Easy,” he warned, one of his hands wrapping possessively around my hip while the other slid back up to my breast and squeezed.

“Easy is boring,” I breathed, stroking his wing again until he was throbbing hard beneath me.

“No part of being with me will ever be boring, Chaos. Slow down so this can last.”

The last bit was an order—maybe the first order he’d ever given me.

I liked it more than I wanted to admit.

“How dominant are you in bed?” I asked him, forcing myself not to move anymore so we could slow it down the way he wanted.

“As dominant as you want me to be.”

I scowled. “No, Rhett. How dominant are you ?”

His eyes flashed. “I don’t know. I’ve never let go of control enough to find out.”

The wetness between my thighs increased dramatically. “Let’s find out, then.”

I started to move my hips lightly, but a knock at the door had me freezing.

Was it locked?

What if Kyle was back earlier than he’d planned?

We—

“Breakfast is ready,” a pleasant female voice said. “And your massage therapists are waiting in the room. Kyle’s still in the mud bath, and would prefer you go without him.”

I opened my mouth to tell her we weren’t hungry, or that we’d eat later.

But my mind went back to Rhett saying he wasn’t sure how dominant he was.

That he had never let himself find out.

So… maybe I couldn’t abandon my chaos just yet.

Closing my mouth, I let him decide for us.

Rhett’s jaw was clenched.

He hadn’t gotten off, so it’d be a lot shittier for him than me if we stopped.

A minute passed.

Then another.

He watched me, waiting for me to make up my mind.

Instead, I shrugged.

“We’re coming,” he finally told the woman. Lowering his voice, he said, “I should feed you.”

I didn’t tell him that the only thing I wanted him to feed me was his cock.

I needed to figure out exactly who he was and how much he chose to fight his needs and desires. And I needed to do it before I committed to anything with him. Before I let myself take charge the way I wanted to, too.

Because I wasn’t going to spend an eternity mated to someone who refused to fight for what he wanted—or even to tell me what he wanted.

We’d already made progress on that front, but everything was new.

Really new.

So… I had to let him take charge for a bit, even if it wasn’t natural for me.

I slid off his erection, and his grip tightened for a moment before he released me.

Climbing off the bed, I let myself look at him for a moment.

He was gigantic.

Those monstrous wings and massive horns were beautiful, in their own way. His chiseled muscles were perfect—that much was undebatable. And his cock?

Damn.

He sat up without mentioning the way I was staring at him. A quick glance at his face told me his eyes were on my body the way mine had been on his, hence his lack of acknowledgement.

Forcing my gaze off him, I found my robe on the edge of the bed and slipped it over my shoulders. I was tying it around my middle when Rhett stepped beside me and held out my bra and panties.

“I don’t need those,” I said, grabbing them and tossing them onto the mattress.

It was time to push him a little.

His forehead creased. “Why not?”

“We’re getting massages. I’m not wearing underwear through it. A robe is easy to take off.”

His nostrils flared.

That was anger.

He didn’t like the idea of me being naked during a massage?

Interesting.

“We’re having breakfast first,” he said.

“So?”

His nostrils flared again. “Kyle could come back to the room and find them.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “And that’s a problem because…”

“Because you’re mine, Erin.” His fist tightened on the fabric.

If he had asked or even ordered me to put them on, I would’ve done it. I honestly would’ve rather worn them than waltz around the spa in nothing but a thin cotton robe. Everyone there would see the outline of my tits through the fabric, and the chance of flashing more was high.

But, for the sake of chaos, I’d play.

“Am I?” I asked.

“ Yes .”

The woman knocked on the door again.

Rhett clenched his jaw, and tucked the undergarments in his pocket. I was a little disappointed he hadn’t stood up for how he felt and what he wanted, but I didn’t say as much.

He didn’t take my hand as he strode to the door, or as he pulled it open for me.

I didn’t offer it.

I was still waiting to see whether or not he was willing to fight for me. It was one thing to say he wanted me when we were horny in bed together, but it was something else entirely to act like it when there were other people around.

Our arms brushed as he stepped into place beside me on the way to the kitchen, but otherwise we didn’t touch. I could feel Jordan’s attention on us, and caught a glimpse of his curiosity when I did, but I wasn’t about to clarify anything.

That bastard was there for the Society, not for me.

Breakfast was fine. The food was amazing, and I once again ate enough to make myself sick.

Rhett’s eyes were on me the whole time, but he didn’t try to start a conversation, so I didn’t either.

After we were done, they led us to the massage room. One of the three tables had been removed, so there was just one for each of us. One male therapist, and one female, too.

Both looked friendly, and were attractive for humans.

Though some part of me immediately wanted to take the table in front of the woman so she wouldn’t have her hands on Rhett’s skin, I had a role to play.

So, I strode right over to the guy’s table and flashed him a smile.

He returned it.

There was a growl a few feet away, but I didn’t look over. Pushing him to make up his mind was kind of the point.

The humans excused themselves so we could undress, and I finally let myself look over at Rhett.

His eyes were narrowed. “ No , Erin.”

My body warmed.

I fought a smile of triumph and lifted an eyebrow. “He’s human, Rhett. He’s not even competing.”

“I don’t give a fuck who he is. The only man who puts his hands on you is me.”

“Fine.” I untied my robe and slid it off my shoulders.

His eyes ran slowly over my figure, his chest rumbling low.

The sound was almost appreciative.

I half expected him to hand me the underwear and order me to put them back on, but he didn’t.

So, I slipped beneath the sheet on the table.

He strode to my side and pulled it up higher, until it covered my shoulders entirely.

“You know she’s going to move it around during the massage,” I said.

“I know.” The words were nearly another growl.

But instead of fighting it, he stripped his pants off and walked to his own table, erection still jutting out. It almost looked painful.

“Are your balls blue yet?”

“You have no idea.” He grunted as he settled on the table face-down. His wings and horns were long gone, but he was still a little too big for the table. “Knowing you’re naked beneath a sheet isn’t going to help a damn thing.”

“I can start fantasizing again too, if you want,” I teased.

I wouldn’t really.

As much as I wanted to wreak havoc, I didn’t want to make the humans uncomfortable. I knew that feeling far too much to wish it on them. We were powerless compared to the fae.

Or they were, I supposed.

I had a whole island of men competing to become my mate. That made me pretty damn powerful.

“Don’t even think about it.” His voice made me warm.

“Or what?” I tossed back.

The massage therapists knocked on the door and stepped inside before he could answer.

As I got comfortable, the briefest flicker of an illusion flashed through my mind.

Me, bent over the edge of the table while he drove into me from behind, pinning my hands beneath his.

I grinned into the table.

My plan was totally going to get his dominance out, and then we were really going to have fun.