“My room is the second door on the right. Wait for me?”
Livia nodded to hide the trembling. Whatever he had to say to the other woman didn’t really bother her. She’d been around enough mortals to realize love lives were sticky. What bothered her was the look in Brett’s eyes. He knew something and down deep into her core she knew he wasn’t just some drunken frat boy.
She counted the doors and made her way into Tyler’s inner sanctum. Other than a poster on the wall, the room held no character, no insight into what made him tick. Beige walls, navy comforter on an enormous bed. Even the computer was blandly black. She sat down on the edge of his bed and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her power paled along with her wings. When she set out to the party, the thought that her wings would be visible hadn’t crossed her mind. As far as she knew, they’d been torn from her body when she fell. Yes, she felt them from time to time, but all she had to show for them were the twin scars on her shoulder blades. What was it about Ty that made them so visible? She doubted a sexual relationship would be enough to reinstate them, if it was even possible.
“So it’s over?” The woman’s voice rose up an octave and grew louder. “I made a mistake.”
Whatever Ty said in return was garbled.
Livia rubbed her chilled arms. She shouldn’t eavesdrop. It wasn’t polite. She stretched her wings, then tucked the tight against her back. She sighed. At least she had them for a little while.
On the other side of the wall, something thumped. “Bastard.”
Livia peeked out the window. The woman stomped down the sidewalk, talking to herself and gesturing. “This time it’s done. I’m not coming back.”
A twinge of sadness stabbed at Livia’s heart. She knew the pain of a dead relationship. She’d been in the woman’s shoes.
“She does this at least once every couple months.”
Livia jumped and scooted away from the window. Ty stood in the doorway with his arms folded and lines crinkling around his eyes. Stress? She wasn’t sure. She should say something, but what?
“I knew when I dated her things would be rocky. I’m sorry you had to witness Rochelle being Rochelle.” He unfolded his arms and crossed the room. “Odd. For a moment, I thought you took your wings off.”
She glanced at the mirror. By God, they were back and at full luster. “Stranger things have been known to happen.” She’d explain what she knew later.
“Strange doesn’t bother me.” He stood and pulled her up against him. “On you, they look beautiful.”
“Flatterer.” Livia ran her hands up and down his chest. “You can keep going.”
“I intend to.” Ty fused his mouth to hers and threaded his fingers into her hair.
His cock throbbed against her pussy, despite the clothing between them. She moaned and wriggled her hips. The contrast of his hard body against hers felt like heaven. Like what she’d been looking for.
Ty released his grip on her hair and scooped her into his arms. Drunk on his kiss, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She gasped at the coolness on her back and wings.
“Can’t wait.” Ty placed her feet on the floor and fumbled in his back pocket. He tossed his wallet and put the rubber packet in his teeth. With deft hands, he shoved her skirt up over her hips.
Livia shivered as more cool air flowed around her sopping pussy. She worked the buckle on his belt and unfastened his jeans. Ty tore the packet as she took the condom from him. She rolled it down his length and stroked him.
“So good.” He pressed his face into her neck and pulled her back into his arms.
Her wings unfurled to their fullest span as he entered her slick channel. The breath wrenched from her body and her vision blurred. She dug her nails into his shoulders.
Each thrust, each push into her body brought her closer to completion.
His hips slammed into hers in a frenzy of lust and desire. She couldn’t breathe, but didn’t care. Her wings wrapped around them, cocooning them in the building passion.
Tyler’s rhythmic movements turned frenzied and a feral growl ripped from his throat. Every nerve ending in her body sizzled. The orgasm tingled in her pussy and rushed through her veins. She collapsed against the door and fought to catch her breath.
He placed her feet on the floor and rested his head on her shoulder. His labored breaths feathered over her flesh as her wings opened. He rubbed his cheek on the feathers and sighed.
“I’ve never...made love with most of my clothes on. I wanted to go slow.” He stood and righted her skirt. “Nothing went quite how I’d imagined, but I don’t think I’d want it any other way.”
“Me neither.” She placed her hand over his heart. Heat and love radiated between them. Maybe there was more to what they’d done than just a quickie against the door.
Ty cupped her cheeks in both hands and stroked her skin with the pad of his thumb. “Does this mean I get the chance to date you and treat you like you deserve?”
She stared into his eyes, waiting a moment before answering. The smile on his lips faded a bit.
“Too soon?”
Livia kissed him, laving her tongue over his lips. “Yes.”
His brows knotted. “Yes?”
“I fell once. Doesn’t mean I can’t fall again.”
“Hell, yes.”
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