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.

“Off, off, off,” I demanded, bunching his shirt up around his chest, unbothered if I sounded desperate. Hell, I was, no point in trying to deny it, and judging by the way Cair whipped the offending fabric over his head and horns, discarding it without a thought before returning to my neck, I guessed he wasn’t faring much better.

Cair’s hands covered my ass, giving the mounds a courtesy squeeze before lifting me up against the wall. I hooked my legs around his thighs and tore at the cords on our pants until they came loose. I didn’t even pause before taking Cair’s length into my hands, so thick and heavy, and giving it a firm stroke from root to tip. I traced the vein on the underside with my thumb, right up to the engorged head, and swiped over the slick beading at the slit.

I brought the digit to my lips and licked it clean.