Chapter 40
Time is sometimes all you need.
We decided to not leave my quarters, and instead, we remained cuddled on the bed.
No fucking. No kissing. Just merely holding each other, connecting in a way I truly needed.
I rested my forehead against Wyn, wanting to spread my scent all over him instead of only basking in the light floral perfume that filled my every breath.
Wyn dragged his hand down my chest, his scales stark against the black of my shirt. He kissed my arm, then tucked his face against me. “You wore long earrings.”
I breathed a chuckle, embarrassed. “You said it would look good.”
He shifted, putting his weight on his elbow, and ran his eyes over me, lingering on the long gold earrings that ended in blue stones the same shade as his eyes. I’d bought them right after Wyn had told me he would like to see me in long earrings.
His finger traced the outside of my tapered ear, and I shuddered from the light touch. Wyn whispered, head ducking, “I like it. A great deal.”
“I shall wear them often for you, if you like.”
With another kiss against my arm, Wyn settled back against my side. “I would.”
“Then I will.” My hand slid up and down his back, careful not to put too much pressure on his trapped wing. “Do you want to let your wings out, Peace?”
Wyn sat up and pulled off his shirt, and I swallowed.
He was so lovely. My eyes lingered on the leather bands going over his light purple scales.
I liked the look of them a lot, for some reason.
All I could think about was him roughly riding me with his hand on my throat, wearing a leather harness—a hardness opposite to his softness.
He unhooked it and tossed it onto my floor with a level of comfort that made me smile. Wyn was definitely getting more and more comfortable in my presence and in my quarters, which I absolutely adored. Not bothering to put back on his shirt, he snuggled close.
“I thought you didn’t like snuggling?” I teased.
Wyn nipped me. I grunted from the sharpness of his teeth. He bathed the same spot, and I moaned, adoring him taking care of me.
“I didn’t like many things before you.”
I smirked, and Wyn rolled his eyes. I smoothed my hand over him, rubbing circles on the sensitive part between his wings.
“Have you thought of an endearment for me?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
As if he heard something in my tone, Wyn leaned up again to meet my gaze. “Why is it so important to you?”
I could brush his question off, but instead, I opted for honesty. “I wish to have you call me something special. I have no endearments, and I want one from you the most.”
His thumb brushed my chin before tracing my bottom lip. I bit the digit, and Wyn moaned. I licked it to soothe any pain away, much like he had me.
“I know what I wish to call you, but I don’t know if you will care for it.”
“It’s not ‘Monty,’ is it?” I asked, referring to the name shortening many of the humans called me. I refused to think of it as an endearment.
“No, Star.”
My soul throbbed. “What?”
“I wish to call you ‘Star.’”
“Why?” I asked.
“You seem so distant and lovely, but when you get closer, you burn hotter and with more complexity than anyone would’ve ever thought.”
I rolled over and trapped Wyn beneath me, pressing kisses to his eyes, nose, cheeks, jaw, and anywhere I could reach. His hands settled on the small of my back, holding me to him.
“Thank you,” I muttered, my lips brushing his scales.
“Thank you for letting me truly see you.”
I moaned, tucking my face in the crook of his neck, and Wyn held me tight. We didn’t do anything more than cuddle, but it was exactly what I needed.
Wyn didn’t seem bothered by the snuggling.
He continued to trace his fingers over me, not in a rush to leave, which I hoped meant he would spend the night here.
At some point Cincin hopped up on the bed and planted her substantial self against my calf.
I rubbed her soft head with my tail, but I didn’t take my eyes off Wyn.
With bare touches, I explored his chest and lean arms. When my fingers came near his scent gland on his side, his eyes grew large and he swallowed.
I allowed myself one barely-there touch.
Wyn closed his eyes and his tail sought mine, curling around it and stealing it from petting Cincin, who meowed in obvious anger.
I kissed his forehead, and he trembled against me.
Soon. Very, very soon, we would talk about scent marking.
I was near positive he would allow me to claim him, and I would certainly let him claim me in whatever capacity he desired.
My fingers came near his malformed wing, and I hesitated.
Would I hurt him? Did Wyn like it touched?
Normally, I wouldn’t even think about it, but I didn’t want to injure him.
Wyn rolled on top of me, and I grunted, but my hands rested right above his butt to keep him in place. He stared down at me, frowning. I returned the look, unsure of what was wrong and unwilling to guess.
“You can ask,” he finally said.
“What?”
“About whatever is bothering you in regards to my wing.”
I swallowed. I hadn’t meant to make my hesitation obvious, but Wyn threw off all of my normal restraints. One of my hands slid up his spine, resting right below his smaller wing. “Can I touch it?”
“Why?”
“Because I want to touch you. I haven’t because I’m afraid it might hurt or you might not like it.”
Wyn folded his arms on my chest and rested his chin on his hands. “You can touch my wings, Monqilcolnen. Both of them. It doesn’t bother me. I actually quite like it. If you don’t want to, then don’t. I’ve had past partners who don’t like to.”
A growl rumbled in my chest. “Do not compare me to them.”
I scolded myself. I shouldn’t have chastised Wyn. He could mention his past partners. I’d brought even one of mine on board right in front of Wyn. Instead of being upset, he smirked, and my soul stuttered. I swallowed, my cock awakening.
He asked in a low voice as his tail played with mine, “Jealous, Star?”
“Yes.” The word slipped out before I’d even thought about it.
Chuckling, Wyn pressed his face to my chest, and I buried my fingers into his silky hair, tangling in his braid. With a kiss on my sternum, right above my soul, he said, “You have no reason to be jealous of them.”
“No?”
“No.” He kissed my chin, then hid his face.
Grinning, I continued to explore his frame as I listened to him breathe.
I slid over his smaller wing, and it stretched as far as possible.
The scales on my fingertips dragged across the supple leather of his membrane and scraped against the scales along his bone.
I traced the sharp talon that curled inward, and Wyn rubbed his face on me.
It had to be unintentional, but his scent bloomed and made my body relax. This. This was how we were supposed to be. Right here. Together. Going through life. I kissed the top of his head and kept touching his wing thoroughly before moving to the other.
“Wyn, stay tonight. Please.”
He let himself go completely limp. “Of course, Star.”
Warmth rushed into me from the endearment. “Thank you.”
Wyn simply kissed my chest, and we didn’t move, nor did I want to. Why would I when everything I wanted was right here?