we complement each other well, then.” She didn’t smile. She’d once told me, when I’d decided to embrace my gift instead of returning to San Francisco, “We don’t have a guardian of our own. What we have is you.”
I had no idea why New Orleans lacked a guardian, but at the moment, I was feeling like a pretty poor substitute.
“It gets easier,” Bunny said. Ian gave another grunt, this one marginally more interested. “In a decade or two you’ll have a great deal more range. And you’ll be able to keep that glamour up. This might be tad unpleasant, darling.”
Bunny pressed her whole palm to his wing, right above the bare spot. Ian’s brow furrowed, and he nearly twitched back. Nothing happened for a moment, but then new feathers poked through the bare skin and grew, lengthening into damp spines and unfurling. Even Ian looked impressed.
“Now the other,” Bunny said.
Ian lifted his broken left wing anemically, and Bunny cocked her head at it. She didn’t even have to touch him. She held her hand over the crest and the wing slowly straightened, unfurling until it took up half the room. Ian flared it, the feathers opening like a hand for a catch.
“Good as new,” Bunny said.
“Thank you,” he said. It was the first time I’d heard him use those words.
“Anyone else?” Bunny asked.
I shook my head even though Shane frowned at me. “I’m fine.”
Bunny gave me a once-over—visual and mental; I could feel her powers sweep me—but she let it stand. “Well, then. Call if you need me.” She showed herself out.
* * *
Lionel sent Shane and me up to bed with some kind of admonishment to rest. I wasn’t really listening. I wasn’t even slightly tired.
The pull had combined with the adrenaline rush of being dangled six stories above the ground, and there was no way I was going to calm down. Even my skin felt charged. When Shane and I got to the privacy of his old room, I pressed him into the closed door, dug my fingers into his hips and kissed him.
He wasn’t shocked, I could tell. The rush of panic had affected him as much as the pull had affected me. I picked up the lust wrapped around him as clearly as I could feel the humid night air on my skin. He was already hard. I pulled off my shirt and rocked my hips against him.
“Bed,” I said in his ear. “Now.”
He backed me to the bed, holding my gaze. When my knees hit the mattress I sat, and my mouth was level with his belt buckle. I pulled off his belt and undid his fly, reaching for him, but he stilled my hands.
He gave my shoulders a light shove to knock me back onto the bed, then he ranged over me and laid open-mouthed kisses down my neck. I clenched the sheets and arched my back and groaned at the ceiling while Shane ran his warm tongue flat over my belly. My skin was on fire.
“Easy, easy.” He slipped two fingers under my waistband and tugged off my jeans.
I grabbed his undershirt and ripped it in two, pulled him down and fastened my mouth to the dip between his pecs, dug my fingers into his back.
“Please,” I said, my voice susurrating through the small space between my lips and his skin. “Please fuck me.”
“Jesus Christ.” He struggled out of his shoes and jeans and rolled us both over, putting me on top. He threaded his fingers in my hair and steadied me, twined his legs around mine to still me. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”
Shane slid his hands to my waist and shifted my hips up. It was all he needed to slide his erection to my center, and slowly, slowly, he seated himself inside me. I threw my head back and moaned, tumbling into his head as he entered me. The hot pleasure of it—his, mine—was enough to make my rational mind go blank.
I was already so close to the edge when he started to rock his hips, I knew I didn’t have long. I spread my legs and took him in deeper, clenching my inner muscles around him, and that was it. I was done. The climax took me like the wild thing it was. Shane
I had no idea why New Orleans lacked a guardian, but at the moment, I was feeling like a pretty poor substitute.
“It gets easier,” Bunny said. Ian gave another grunt, this one marginally more interested. “In a decade or two you’ll have a great deal more range. And you’ll be able to keep that glamour up. This might be tad unpleasant, darling.”
Bunny pressed her whole palm to his wing, right above the bare spot. Ian’s brow furrowed, and he nearly twitched back. Nothing happened for a moment, but then new feathers poked through the bare skin and grew, lengthening into damp spines and unfurling. Even Ian looked impressed.
“Now the other,” Bunny said.
Ian lifted his broken left wing anemically, and Bunny cocked her head at it. She didn’t even have to touch him. She held her hand over the crest and the wing slowly straightened, unfurling until it took up half the room. Ian flared it, the feathers opening like a hand for a catch.
“Good as new,” Bunny said.
“Thank you,” he said. It was the first time I’d heard him use those words.
“Anyone else?” Bunny asked.
I shook my head even though Shane frowned at me. “I’m fine.”
Bunny gave me a once-over—visual and mental; I could feel her powers sweep me—but she let it stand. “Well, then. Call if you need me.” She showed herself out.
* * *
Lionel sent Shane and me up to bed with some kind of admonishment to rest. I wasn’t really listening. I wasn’t even slightly tired.
The pull had combined with the adrenaline rush of being dangled six stories above the ground, and there was no way I was going to calm down. Even my skin felt charged. When Shane and I got to the privacy of his old room, I pressed him into the closed door, dug my fingers into his hips and kissed him.
He wasn’t shocked, I could tell. The rush of panic had affected him as much as the pull had affected me. I picked up the lust wrapped around him as clearly as I could feel the humid night air on my skin. He was already hard. I pulled off my shirt and rocked my hips against him.
“Bed,” I said in his ear. “Now.”
He backed me to the bed, holding my gaze. When my knees hit the mattress I sat, and my mouth was level with his belt buckle. I pulled off his belt and undid his fly, reaching for him, but he stilled my hands.
He gave my shoulders a light shove to knock me back onto the bed, then he ranged over me and laid open-mouthed kisses down my neck. I clenched the sheets and arched my back and groaned at the ceiling while Shane ran his warm tongue flat over my belly. My skin was on fire.
“Easy, easy.” He slipped two fingers under my waistband and tugged off my jeans.
I grabbed his undershirt and ripped it in two, pulled him down and fastened my mouth to the dip between his pecs, dug my fingers into his back.
“Please,” I said, my voice susurrating through the small space between my lips and his skin. “Please fuck me.”
“Jesus Christ.” He struggled out of his shoes and jeans and rolled us both over, putting me on top. He threaded his fingers in my hair and steadied me, twined his legs around mine to still me. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”
Shane slid his hands to my waist and shifted my hips up. It was all he needed to slide his erection to my center, and slowly, slowly, he seated himself inside me. I threw my head back and moaned, tumbling into his head as he entered me. The hot pleasure of it—his, mine—was enough to make my rational mind go blank.
I was already so close to the edge when he started to rock his hips, I knew I didn’t have long. I spread my legs and took him in deeper, clenching my inner muscles around him, and that was it. I was done. The climax took me like the wild thing it was. Shane
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