With tears in my eyes and a cramp in my side, I turned to Cair, making sure he’d also witnessed the absolute circus, but he wasn’t even looking out at the farm. He was staring straight at me, a glimmer to his eyes that made me feel a little like prey.

“What?” I asked, a touch breathless, my heart skipping a beat.

“I missed hearing you laugh,” he said earnestly, his voice pitched low. How quickly the mood shifted from light and carefree to stifling heat had my head spinning. I swallowed thickly. “You’re so beautiful, Luca, and I’m failing to understand why I don’t yet have you writhing on my cock.”

Oop, good morning!

I nodded dumbly, licking my bottom lip before saying, “Um, me too.”

In a blink his mouth was on mine, hot and consuming, and in another, we were staggering toward the stables, my shirt somehow no longer on my body. He steered me into an empty stall, pinning me against a wooden beam with his bulk, his tongue never wavering in its fervent exploration and his greedy hands still roving my naked torso. The scent of his arousal swept through me, so strong and dizzying that it masked the smell of horses and hay. The resounding growls in his throat muffled their curious snorts.

It felt so good having his lips and hands on me, rough and unrestrained, that I almost forgot the outside world even existed, and that we weren’t exactly well hidden.

“Someone could walk in,” I gasped between frenzied kisses, eagerly yanking at the hem of his shirt, untucking it from his pants.

“Let them,” he tossed back, lowering his mouth to my throat, nipping at the juncture with his fangs. “Would you like to use my wings as coverage?”

I huffed a laugh, but it tapered into a moan as his thigh slid between mine, offering friction. “They’re see-through.”

“Mm, and this is thrilling you beyond measure, sweet boy. Don’t pretend it isn’t.”

I groaned. He was so fucking right. “As much as I’d love to see your wings, I don’t want to spook the horses.”

“I agree. Hearing you scream will be enough.”

There was no patience for slow and steady. We were all lust and urgency, licking, biting, squeezing any patch of each other we could reach, no rhyme or reason to it, just chasing the pleasure. I was grinding messily against his leg like a wanton creature in heat, and I didn’t have it in me to care. The stimulation against my dick was almost too perfect, but I still needed more.

I wanted his shirt gone. I had to feel his skin on mine or I might combust, but he was latched on to his favorite spot behind my ear, drawing out high-pitched keens that sounded too inhuman to be coming from me. He flicked my nipples with his thumbs, forcing my back to curve for more of the sensation, but my bare stomach brushing against cotton had me hurtling back to the issue at hand.