Chapter 6
Avandair
I can’t sleep. The loneliness of being away from Winona is unbearable in the dark.
I twist and turn, wanting to hold onto her curvy body, to run my hands over her fleshy hips and sweet pussy folds. My cock strains in agony, too familiar with being denied.
A slight noise makes me come upright.
The moment I wander outside my room, my nostrils are assaulted by a thick, heavy stench.
It’s Winona’s delicate smell, but it’s saturated with pain.
Then I hear her cry. A hoarse, animalistic cry like she’s calling out for me.
She’s in distress.
She’s in pain.
My mate is suffering.
Using my heightened senses, I scan for Winona’s silhouette through the door of her room. She’s clutching her breasts, which have expanded considerably due to the milk that she’s now producing. Her expression is crumpled with agony.
“Damn it,” I mutter under my breath.
I didn’t predict that she would be scared by the changes to her body. She doesn’t have a mother to explain these things. To tell her that her tits are meant to produce milk to feed babies. To show her what to do with her sweet cream.
My wings stretch to their full span before I can rationalize.
Fuck the seduction plan. Fuck everything. I have to go to her right now. Take care of my mate. Take away her pain.
The protective side of me emerges and dominates the situation. My instincts launch me into action, pulling me to her with an invisible force.
“I’m coming for you, Little Butterfly,” I whisper.
There’s a tightening in my belly the moment my fingers crunch around the door handle.
Heat strokes my cock, pumping it full of arousal.
I know what I’m about to do.