Chapter Seven
Nate
Vee’s hard body under my hands drove me almost out of my mind. I groaned when his glossy feathers tickled my throat and those sleek fingers cupped the back of my neck. He caressed the paper-thin skin over my pulse points with his thumb and forefinger.
Why does it feel so right?
I had no choice but to give into this feeling deep in my gut, the one that said that this was exactly what I had been missing. My instincts propelled me onwards. Let go, a voice whispered in my head. Just give in. This is it.
And I did. My hands dug into the thickly corded muscles of his back.
Your gut isn’t the one doing the talking. You are so into this.
I shut down my inner thoughts and cuddled closer. If I could, I’d crawl under his skin and live the rest of my life as his needy little parasite.
Shut up! You’re not helping.
Vee sensed my distraction and held onto my neck tighter and—oh shit—he moved his other hand lower and grabbed my ass. I groaned into the kiss, and he chuckled in response.
Jerk.
Yet, the drunk asshole in my head swooned.
Vee tilted his face a little, deepening the kiss, and sucked on my tongue in the same rhythm as he kneaded my glute.
Fucking. Hell.
Compared to him, I felt like a rag doll: limp and entirely at his mercy.
But he handled me with more care than I had ever experienced.
He was aware of his strength and kept it in check to protect me.
And God, his conscientiousness did things to me.
My dick was harder than ever before, and I bucked my hips against his to get some friction.
It was already the wildest night of my life, and that included all the stupid shit my frat had gotten up to.
Holy shit, I’d had no idea a giant chicken dude could turn me on like this, or that tongue sucking would get me so damn close to blowing my load.
Yet here I was, desperately clinging to the last ounce of self-control I possessed. I moaned and rubbed against him, craving some relief.
“Frat Boy,” Vee gasped. The way he said it made my eyes roll back in my head. I clenched my jaw and my ass so I wouldn’t come too soon. This couldn’t be it, I wanted…
Vee backed out of the kiss and gripped my hips so tightly I couldn’t move them anymore.
“Vee, please,” I begged and ran my hands down his back. He took a shuddering breath when I groped his glutes. “Damn, your ass is incredible!” I was lost in the moment and ready to go all the way with him.
“Incredible, eh?” He shot me an exasperated grin, then, as if his self-control was as fragile as mine, and went back to kissing me. His beak was weirdly soft and bendy, not as rigid as I thought. And definitely not as hard as his dick. Fuck, he’s so stiff.
I broke the kiss this time to get his sweater off. I needed to see all of him.
He cursed when I slid my palms up his sides, being careful not to bend any of his feathers. Their glossy texture covering his firm body did my head in.