Beak Performance (Fangs on Ice #3)

29. Twenty-nine

Twenty-nine

Arne

I growled at the earth shattering feeling of Max inside me.

I will never get used to how fucking good he feels.

Raven’s hand moved away from my neck to grip my ass, spreading my hole and grinding me down on his lap. The silky feathers covering nearly every inch of his body from the neck down whispered over my body hairs, sending goosebumps down my spine.

“Being in you is my favourite thing in the entire universe.” Max’s voice was a low rasp, his eyes alive with shadows. His strong fingers gripped my hair, drawing me closer to his face. “Nothing will ever change my feelings for you. I hope you know that, Viking.” He stressed every other word with a sharp buck of his hips.

“Good,” I grunted under his onslaught on my sore ass. “Because fucking same, Raven.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile. I should have wanted to back away from the dangerous glint in his black eyes, but I didn’t. Where Max was concerned, I was Icarus, and he was my sun.

I would gladly take the fall if only I got to be close to him.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly, stopping to cup my cheek and bring our foreheads together.

“That you are stupid for risking your career to be with me.” Anger flared up in the dark eyes, his face revealing his feelings as if they were written across a billboard. “But,” I pressed on, needing to tell him now. “I’m so glad you are because I love you so fucking much, Raven.”

He inhaled sharply, his grip on my face tightening.

“You make me so happy.” My voice was barely a whisper in the semi-darkness of our room.

“You make me happy, too, Princess.” Max kissed the tip of my nose. “Remember that.”

“I’ll do my best but I can’t guarantee it if you keep screwing my brains out.”

He huffed at my words.

“You don’t agree?”

“I’m fairly confident your brain stays put.” His lazy smirk made my stomach swoop with excitement.

“Doesn’t feel like it,” I muttered, biting my lip to stop me from kissing him.

“I can’t understand why you allow me to keep doing it, then.”

“Who needs a brain when you can get dicked down by a hot bird dude?” I quipped. Max held my gaze for a moment, before cackling like a teenager over a dirty joke.

“Oh my God, Viking.” He rolled us around, urging his hips to mine. “Is that how you see me?” The voice dropped lower with each word and shadows broke out of his back, wrapping themselves around me. Hungry, that is what they were, and they hungrily touched every inch of my body.

“Fuck, Raven.” My whimpering drawl had nothing human to it either. It felt so good how they stroked my thighs, curled around my nuts, my dick, and my nipples. They were everywhere; they teased my hole, desperate to get inside me.

He took hold of my jaw, forcing my eyes on him, and my lips open. “Is that how you see me?” he repeated his question. The earth shook with that terrifyingly deep, snarling growl.

“Yeah, no,” I whined, so close to coming from those shadowy tentacles jerking me and flicking at my frenulum. Another tugged gently on my sack, and a third played with my nipples.

How is that even possible?

“Mmm, that’s right. Come for me, my strong viking. What a big, beautiful man you are. And such a little slut for me.”

Five months ago, I might have punched him in the face for calling me this. Now I pulled him down on my chest, needing him closer.

“Yes!” I groaned, shifting my legs to make more room for him. “Fuck, yes, I’m a dirty little slut for my raven. Fucking let me come. Please.” I whined like a fox in heat.

So fucking close.

Max hummed and leaned in to kiss me. “I know,” he breathed into my mouth, dipping his tongue inside as if to retrieve his words from it again. “I know you need to paint your beautiful body with your cum. Come on, make a mess of us, my love.”

My stiff cock was wedged between our bodies, and the steady drooling of precum made his feathers all slippery.

I had no means of holding out a moment longer.

With a curse on my lips, I dug my head into the mattress, my body arching up as cum erupted from my cock, pulsing between us and making for an even slicker slide. The shift of my hips brought our cocks together, the bumps rubbing on my skin and prolonging my orgasm. His body bucked on mine.

“Arne!” Surprise tightened his features. With a sigh he came too, his cum sticky and hot.

“Hot bird dude?” Max grinned at me, then kissed me on the lips.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “The shadow guy didn’t seem to be into it.”

“You are so fucking cute, my sweet little Danish.”

“I’m not little. I’m six five.”

His damp curls brushed my cheek as he buried his face in my neck. “You hang out with Decks too much.”

“Why? Just because we bonded over being the same height and into bird dudes?—Ouch!”

He bit my neck again, more gently this time, and licked over my stinging skin.

“Ich liebe dich,” Max mumbled, as if he needed to try the words again in his native language, to taste them on his tongue. They seeped into my skin, travelling through my veins until they reached my heart from where they spread out into the most remote parts of me. Every beat of that treacherous muscle just for him.

Ich liebe dich.

“We should probably sleep.” Max ran his nose down to the hollow of my throat, inhaling my scent. “I love it when you smell of sex and of me.” He trailed deeper, nuzzling my chest hair before moving on to my pec. “I’m sorry, baby. I can’t keep my hands off you. Or my mouth,” he added as a mumbled afterthought. Then he wrapped his lips around my nipple. His gentle sucking had me half hard again in seconds.

“If you’re too tired, I’ll leave you be.”

“No, Raven. We will squeeze every single wonderful moment out of this holiday. Eight months…”