Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 192810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 964(@200wpm)___ 771(@250wpm)___ 643(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 964(@200wpm)___ 771(@250wpm)___ 643(@300wpm)
Mindlessly, finally free, she gloried in the movement, the wind whispering through the silken strands of her long, pearlescent pink fur, caressing the sheer coral and gold feathers that burst from the back of her head in the place of horns or spikes, the night breeze rustling through the opalescent feathers of her wings.
She played with the wind.
She played with him.
Swooping and gliding and climbing and bombing.
He kept her safe, away from tall buildings, out of the path of crafts.
She made flight a dance.
He made it a sentry.
She teased him, gliding below him, her wingspan half of his, she reached, twining their long necks, her silken fur tangling with his fearsome spikes.
At the touch, his dragon roared.
She detached on a delighted whinny and ascended toward the quarter moon.
He followed her.
Flight was a frolic. A scamper. A romp.
And he kept her safe through it, until he sensed her energy waning.
And then he guided her home.
They landed, and with a pretty sneeze, she became me again.
He shook his body and became Aleksei.
We looked at each other.
And then I was over his shoulder.
Down the steps, with the doors whooshing closed behind us.
Up the steps, with the door to our bedroom remaining open.
My hair flew as he tossed me on my back on the bed.
Then he fell to his knees on the floor, pulled my behind to the edge, opened my legs, buried his face between them, and his mouth was gorging on me.
I came on contact.
He still fed, and fed…and fed.
And I came…and came…and came.
Then, with a hungry gasp, I was off the bed, on my feet.
He turned me roughly, shoved my torso forward and my hands hit the mattress.
He entered from behind.
And I cried out as I came again.
His fucking was staggeringly brutal, totally complete.
It cemented in me then. Our bond. Our mating.
I would never take another cock. I would never have another lover. I’d never want another male.
We were four, and two, and only one.
Forever intertwined.
Forever the others.
He fucked me onto the bed, took me to my belly and fucked me into it.
He planted his hands in the cheeks of my behind, arched into his final thrust, burying his cock to the hilt, and roared his release.
I felt the erotic strain of his body through his immense orgasm, and at the power of it, I shuddered beneath him.
He fell to me, his weight in his forearms at my sides, his chest covering my back, my legs splayed, his hips between them, his cock still hard inside me.
“Fucking hell,” he grunted.
I smiled into the duvet.
“She’s a menace in the skies,” he groused.
My smile got bigger. “Not usually. I had zero control over her.”
He slipped out gently, pushed up, turned me, then lowered himself to me again.
“She nearly flew straight into the Titian building,” he bitched.
I sucked my lips in and gave him big eyes.
He was genuinely disgruntled, because he’d clearly been alarmed.
But I was both elated and exhausted. I didn’t know how long we flew, but I did know it was for a while.
And let us not forget, I’d just orgasmed about fifteen times, so I was further seriously mellow.
“She’s also fucking gorgeous,” he went on. “A million times more beautiful than the pic. Bloody fucking hell, all I could think, and he could think, was getting you back here so I could fuck you, and off she goes, divebombing a TrailLiner.”
“Sorry,” I whispered, trying not to laugh.
“Do you know how hard it is to stop a creature from crashing into a building when all you can think about is your cock?” he asked irritably.
“If it makes you feel better, you did an admirable job. We’re both here, safe and sound.”
“Fucking bloody hell,” he grouched.
I sucked my lips in again.
It took him a bit, but he got it together, his face softened, and he ran his knuckles along my hairline.
“Gods, bissi, she’s beyond stunning.”
That meant…it meant…
The whole wide world to me.
I smiled at him.
“And she’s back,” he whispered.
My eyes filled with tears.
“She’s back,” I whispered in return.
Then I lost it.
He held me as I cried.
She nestled contentedly in my chest.
He flapped off his lingering displeasure and settled in Aleksei’s.
Finally.
We were four.
We were two.
We were one.
The lightest touch on my chest woke me in the middle of the night.
“Shh, love, don’t move,” Aleksei murmured so low into my ear, I barely heard him.
I was on my back.
His long body was curled into my side.
What was happening filtered through my sleepy brain.
And I remained perfectly still while Jupiter got the courage to step fully onto my chest, whereupon he curled into a little cat ball.
My beast pulsed her warm welcome.
Jupiter started purring.
Aleksei started petting.
More tears filled my eyes (these I managed to control), as I whispered, “Yes, baby. She’s home.”
“Darling, wake up.”
I pried my eyes open and squinted against the bright sun.
“Gluh,” I muttered, and I was surprised I could, because the rest of my body refused to move.