"Yes," I breathed out, my pulse pounding. "I've always admired them, and wished that you would let me run my hands along them." I tugged his shirt loose, walking my fingers up along the warm ridges of the scales on his back.

With agonizing patience, Dain slid his wing-hand up the back of my thigh, his long fingers tracing up the inside of my thigh. "It's hard to believe," he said, his voice rough. "It's so easy to horrify others by merely shifting them. I learned long ago—"

"Oh," I gasped out, most of the way to a moan, as his fingers pressed up against the wet of my bare pussy. "Oh, my God."

Dain let out a shuddering gasp, his wing-hand tightening on my thigh and his fingers tightening in my hair as his body bowed around me. "Oh, fuck, Leah," he panted. He pressed his fingers up harder against me, rotating his wing-hand slightly so one ran directly between my folds and landed on my clit.

I whimpered and clung to him, dragging myself closer and sliding one of my thighs between his so I could feel how hard he was for me. I needed to know, needed to feel him—

He obliged, shifting his stance to press his erection against my thigh, canting his hips forward so his heated length drove up against me in a slow slide. The finger on my clit started circling, sending flares of pleasure streaking into my body with each stroke. "I know you're not ready for forever," Dain said in a rush, his voice thick with desire. "But I have a tongue piercing and an excellent sense of smell, and I want to be on my knees for you."

Crown Prince Sundamar, on his knees for a human woman, I thought again. "Throne's so far away," I said without thinking, nothing in my mind but want and tired relaxation, the heated sensation deep inside me spiking as his fingers shifted.

"What are you suggesting?" Dain asked huskily, running his open mouth against my ear and sliding his fingers so that he had two on my clit.

"Oh," I panted out, hardly able to think with the feel of his fingers on me, or the building pressure in my core. "Should've had you pleasure me on your throne like I was fantasizing about instead of breaking your nose, oh God," I moaned, as Dain responded to that statement by growling and picking me up with his other wing-hand, shoving my hips against his groin and driving his fingertips against me with a sharp burst of sensation.