Chapter 33 Phin
Phin
Iwoke up feeling like every inch of my skin was too hot. Too tight. It was like I was on fire from the inside out.
Tap was dozing under me, my face pressed to his bare chest, one of his legs slung over mine. He was holding me like I was precious. My heart thudded and squeezed, but the sweet moment was lost to the sudden pain in my abdomen.
“What do you need?” he asked, voice dark and rough from sleep.
A groan was all that came out. I strangled the sheet, my grip white-knuckled as the pain rolled through me. My body throbbed as I curled into a tight ball. My throat was dry, and words simply wouldn’t come.
“I’m right here,” he muttered, kissing the top of my head. “Take what you need, Feather, if you can’t use your voice. I am yours, and I will say our word if you do something I don’t care for.”
I leveraged myself over him, sweat already running in rivulets down my spine.
The way he looked up at me, silver eyes full of longing and desire spurred my motions.
As I rocked over him, my arousal slick against us both, he moaned and slid his hands up to hold my hips.
I leaned forward to kiss him, and he met me eagerly, sliding one knee out and lifting just a bit so that as I rocked, the tip of his cock teased my entrance.
But there was something else there too, something harder and slightly cool.
I sat up on my knees and looked down at him, finding several bits of metal pierced through his rigid length.
My head snapped up, and his mouth curled into a vicious grin. His eyes shifted to red, and that devilish split tongue ran along his bottom lip.
“More needlework, beloved. My ears are not the only place I care to pierce when I get overwhelmed by it all. Though, I have removed many from other places on my body over time.” He ran his tongue against his teeth, and I flushed even hotter somehow.
Unable to meet his eye any longer, I looked back down and counted.
There was a wide ring vertically through the tip, and six straight pins with round ends horizontally up the length of him.
Seeing the question in my face, he said, “Yes, they hurt, but only temporarily. You’ll have to let me know if you enjoy them or not.
I’m happy to take them out, or add to my collection, whatever your preference. ”
I remembered feeling them that night in the tattoo room, but I hadn’t really considered what it was beyond the passion of that moment. Now, having seen them, I registered every bit of what they’d felt like as they moved inside me.
One of his hands slid up my spine and curled against the back of my head, pulling me in as I settled down against him, both of us moaning as he slid inside fully. He seated so deeply in this position it stole my breath.
With my hands against his chest, I lifted and sank down again, my body following the same current as the desire swelling within me.
Tap never took his eyes off mine, the same full complete surrender of control as he’d shown our first night together communicating absolute trust and devotion as I took and took and took from him to feed the flames inside myself.
He slid one hand along my thigh, settling it close enough his thumb could reach my sensitive clit as I rocked, and when he started to make gentle circles I nearly sobbed. The tip of his tail traveled from the wet space where we were joined to my rear entrance and I gasped.
“Okay, Feather? You remember your word if you don’t like something?”
I nodded, the sensation new and intense but not bad.
He used his hands and tail in tandem, supplying just the right pressure.
My body responded by releasing more arousal, easing the way for it all to go faster, deeper.
The pleasant pressure of him filling me so fully brought tears to my eyes and I moaned.
I had a fleeting thought that in any other moment I would be horrified by how wanton I’d become, but in this one, I could not be bothered to care.
I was nothing more than a body made of need and exposed nerves, and everything felt so good.
It only took a few full thrusts for a powerful orgasm to start building. When Tap felt the first flutters his control broke and he started to thrust up as I came down, intensifying every stroke as his tail followed the same rhythm.
My voice cracked as I cried out, my body convulsing around him as my climax washed over me in a hot wave. My wings emerged in one rough snap, but there was no pain this time, only a flurry of immature feathers and a warm white light.
Tap’s smile was adoring as he looked up at me.
“You’re glowing, Feather.” He reached up and drew his hands down the edges of my wings, causing me to shiver.
He never stopped thrusting into me, chasing his own release.
I leaned forward to swallow his moan as his face betrayed his climax, rocking gently to prolong the intensity as he shuddered beneath me.
“How do you feel?” he asked, hands firm on my thighs.
“Beautiful.” I breathed the word, the truth of it ringing through my body. I flexed and relaxed the appendages that were finally responsive to my control, though they felt a little foreign and heavy against my back. I requested that they go wide, then stowed them away.
“As you should, beloved. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”
Panting, he drew me down and devoured my mouth with his, then pulled me against his chest. I trembled and he held me together, the flames soothed for the moment and my heart full to bursting with affection for the mate the universe had so lovingly gifted me.
Tap let me doze but only for a little while.
“We need to get you cleaned up and fed before your fever returns, Feather.” I managed a nod and sat up, eyes heavy. “Which first?”
“Bath,” I whispered.
“I’ll go start the water.” He planted a kiss on my forehead before setting a cup of water in my hands. “Drink.”
I did as he said, the cool water soothing against my hot, dry throat. I’d nearly finished it when he returned, scooped me up, and carried me into his bathroom.
“I can walk,” I argued.
“This is faster.” He smirked, setting me down carefully in the hot water. “Temperature okay?”
I nodded, and he gathered some supplies, setting them on a stool he’d dragged next to the tub’s edge. Then he climbed in behind me.
Pampered didn’t feel like a strong enough word as he massaged my scalp with the shampoo again, working the suds along my shoulders and releasing any remaining tension there as well.
He soaped a thick cloth and washed my arms and chest, my neck.
He had me poke one leg at a time out of the water so they could receive similar treatment.
I reached for the cloth, but he shook his head.
“Stand up, Feather.” I did, and he wrapped one arm around my legs to hold me steady as he reverently ran the cloth between my legs. “Are you sore?”
“A little.”
He nodded and helped me sit again, leaving me to soak as he took care of washing himself. I’d reached for him first but had been denied.
“If you start touching me, Phin, there will be no rest. And you need to rest. This is only the first day.”
I’d pouted, but he was right.
Once he was done, I’d been bundled back into a plush towel. “I brought everything from your bathroom in case there was something you needed.” He gestured to the unused side of his countertop. “I’m going to find us a clean sheet.”
I nodded and took the opportunity to take a dose of the light-green elixir Greta had sent, brush my teeth, and apply some of the rich moisturizer for my face that I’d found in Revalia.
Tap fetched me once again, this time pulling me by the hand instead of carrying me. Once we were comfortable on the mattress he brought over the full tray and started feeding me.
“I’m not incapable of caring for myself,” I said, after being offered the third bite of bread and cheese with some kind of preserved sausage.
“I know.”
“So why—”
“Because I can.” His eyebrow went up, and I swallowed, a flash of heat distracting me from the protest I’d half-formed. “Because I want to.”
I didn’t try to argue any further.
Once Tap was certain my stomach was full and I’d drunk enough water, he pulled me down with him and covered us with a sheet. Sleep chased me the moment I was horizontal, and I fell into a peaceful place of semi-consciousness with his heartbeat under my ear and his fingers tangled in my hair.
I woke hot but with the need to relieve myself much more pressing than the dull ache in my womb.
“Phin?” Tap called as I slid off him and went into the bathroom.
“I’m okay,” I replied, hurrying into his water closet. And I was, until I was washing my hands. The need attacked with a viciousness, my knees nearly going out from under me as I rinsed off the soap.
Within a breath of me crying out, Tap was in the doorway, urgency in his gaze.
“Help,” I panted. He approached with clear intent to pick me up, to carry me back to the mattress but there was no time. “No. Right now.”
“Here?”
“Yes.” I nodded, the throb overwhelming, sweat making me feel damp everywhere.
His gaze turned ruby as he stood behind me, eyes fixed on us in the mirror. “You want to see yourself, Phin? How lovely you look as we cement this bond between us again?” I could only moan, and my eyes closed as his hand slid around my throat. “As you wish, little mate. I am yours to command.”
I buckled further, pressing my bare ass up against his body, finding him hard and ready. “Now,” I repeated, shifting back and forth impatiently. “I need you.”
“Greedy little angel,” he growled, making me repeat the word we’d agreed on if I felt uncomfortable before plunging into me from behind.
Sore or not, the moment he filled me up I sagged against the counter, his hand around my throat the only thing keeping my chin from falling to my chest.