She chuckled, stretched, and turned to look out the back window. Dawn had broken. “I always forget how high up in the foothills of the White Tank Mountains Antony’s villa is. I can see a lot of the peaks from here. Oh, look, there’s a deer on the lawn. A doe.”
Leto shifted on his side. Because of the breh-bond, she could feel the sheet tug at his legs until he kicked the tangle away. He moved closer and stretched out beside her. He draped his arm over her stomach.
His forest scent drifted up and teased her nostrils. Desire, always so close to the surface because of the breh-hedden, swirled through her body.
“Meadow,” he whispered. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, then her throat, and moved lower to her breasts.
She didn’t protest when he pushed the sheet to her waist and began to feast. It was so strange to experience what he felt, just how soft her breast was against his lips, and the feel of her hardening nipple when he began to suckle.
All the dual sensations increased her need.
With one hand she held on to the headboard. She used the other to pet his head. He suckled her breast, tugging on the nipple. His hands pushed at both breasts. His shoulders hunched. God, I love feeling what this feels like to you.
“I know what you mean.” She drifted her hand down the back of his head, over his long hair, the exposed and always sensitive wing-locks.
She slid the tips of her fingernails over a lock, and he writhed. She did, too, because she could experience what that felt like. She added just a little pressure, and he sucked harder on her breast.
I can feel the sensation of my mouth on your breast, what it feels like to you, he sent. One more suck and she clenched.
Experiencing both at the same time brought desire rushing, but she didn’t want to rush. So she worked at blocking his experiences, which helped her to settle down a little.
But an idea slipped through her mind, one she couldn’t resist. “Leto, there’s something I want to do to you.”
That got his attention, and he popped off her breast, looking up at her. He didn’t smile, though. Instead, a beautiful dark glitter filled his blue eyes. “Anything,” he said, his voice as low as she’d ever heard it.
She smiled and pinched his wing-lock. His body writhed beneath hers. Wing-locks were extremely sensitive, and the act of mounting wings was very close to sexual release.
“On your stomach,” she said.
He groaned as he shifted to lie down beside her. He pushed the pillows out of the way.
“And now, I need your beast.” She kissed his shoulder. “Will you give me your beast?”
“You want my beast? As in, you want me to change into the larger version of myself.”
She sighed deeply. “Yes.” The word left her with a soft rush of air. “I mean, if you want to. Do you want to?”
He groaned. “If you want me to, God, yes.”
She felt him take a couple of deep breaths. She could feel the vibration slide down one of his legs, then the other.
When his muscles began to enlarge everywhere, she sat back on her heels and watched the transformation. Her lips parted. Her breaths grew uneven. She realized that this was pure sex to her, that he grew, got bigger, became more of what he already was. Only instead of just his cock growing, his entire body grew, becoming more heavily muscled and gaining a couple of inches in height.
Meadow, Grace. Does this turn you on?
More than you will ever know.
I don’t know if that’s true, because I can feel all your responses. He groaned again.
She put her lips on his shoulder, kissing him softly, moving back and forth over his skin. She could feel the muscles swelling. A soft vibration passed through her.
He hissed softly. “Your scent.”
“Your skin, your muscles.” She slid her hand from the inside of his elbow up his arm slowly.
Chuffs left his throat, and she shivered. Her fingers touched more swelling flesh. She overlaid his bicep with her hand and licked his shoulder as everything beneath her continued to grow, shift, change, become larger.
She loved it. The feel of all this movement and energy beneath her hands and her mouth. His skin was hot. She licked. All that warmth and flavor, of Leto tasting like the forest, sent ripples down her body, little waves lapping at the shore, teasing her, tempting her.
He trembled.
“What’s wrong?” She licked again.
I want—
She cut him off. “Use your words, Leto. I need to hear your voice in this state. It’s much deeper, sexier. It gives me a thrill.”
“I want to flip you over, throw you on your back.”
She massaged the growing bicep. “I know. Don’t care. You have to do as I say, at least for now.”
A small piece of laughter, like it had broken off from the rest, barked from his throat. He sighed.