Dess rennon vec lesha ackken ash ren lesha dess, kysm eshar. Fegakke ni laegoy.” Treska checked her own little dictionary and then smiled as she translated. “You may look upon me as I look upon you, little bird. I am not shy.

If we had more time, I wouldn’t allow you to give up on us," Cam said, with a wry smile. "There won't be anybody that will love you the way I love you, Thea. And I don't believe that anyone will love me the way you do. And you still do, you just need to remember that.

If you have a lover, I’m sure he would not wish to hear how you moan for me, how you plead for my cock, how you rotate those hips to keep me inside you, how your slick begins to drip just hearing me unbuckling my pants.” Her shoulders stiffened, her chest rising rapidly as he stood over her. “If you have a lover, I can assure you, he will no longer satisfy you. Not like I do.

Take it, kitten," Drocco muttered, his breath jagged. "Take all of it.

Fuck off, Cam,” she shouted at him as he approached. “You’re practically naked,” he bellowed. “Get back to my quarters, now.” “No.” She tilted, angling to the left and pushing her wings harder to speed up. His anger spiked. “Elithea! I am losing my fucking patience!” She twisted back to look at him then swooped upward. “Eli—” Something hit him in the head from above. He slowed, pulled the material away. It was… her bra.

He ran a finger along her moist slit. “When I come home to you after a week of dealing with fucking Legion,” he said, his voice raspy and low, slowing his finger to circle her clit. “You should not be wearing any clothes. At all.

He stepped even closer to her and leaned in, until his mouth was inches from hers, and whispered, “I don’t give a fuck. That body, that pussy, those nipples are mine to lick and fuck and suck. I don’t want anyone else touching you. For any reason. Ever.