Unleashed: The Cursed Trilogy, Book Two by Betty Legend (little bear else holmelund minarik .TXT) 📗

“I am. Thanks to you.”

“It was a rough night for you, huh?”

“It was. I’m nervous about going downstairs.”

“Don’t be.” Emeric strokes my cheek, lifting my chin, so he can better look into my eyes.

“You’re a strong, powerful witch, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of. What you do with your life and your magic is your choice.”

With his words, my tension eases, even more so as his kiss steals away my depressing thoughts.

“I’m grateful you came with me.”

“I am too.”

The strength of his wing and arm push me onto my back.

“How about I make you feel even better?”

Pushing his erection against me, his mouth curls just before claiming my lips. The sound of brief knocking draws our attention to the door seconds before Rachel partially fills the threshold. The whites of her eyes expand as she sucks in a breath.

“I… ah… didn’t mean to… are those… real?”

Emeric, never shy about his nudity, rises off me, his wings still spread as he sits back on his haunches.

“They are.”

Rachel blinks, her awkward gaze passing between us as I gather the sheet to cover myself.

“If you give us about forty minutes, you can touch them if you want.”

“Yes, of course.” Rachel’s cheeks darken another shade of pink. “I’ll see you when you come downstairs. So sorry.”

The door closes quickly, and Emeric lies back on top of me.

“Where were we? Ah, yes, I was about to lick your pussy.” As he tears the sheet from my hand, I giggle.

“We should go downstairs.”

“We will… when I’m done having my way with you.” Pushing me onto my back, he uses his other hand to tug at the strap of my panties. “Don’t fight what your body wants, baby.” Under the fabric, he massages my clit, my center tingling with need.

“I can never say no to you.”

“Because when we fuck, it feels amazing.”

“Damn, it does.”

A rumble of laughter flows from his chest. Lowering himself, he lifts my legs over his shoulders.

“I’m making this a personal challenge to have your moans reach downstairs.”

“Don’t you dare.”

With a devious chuckle, he lowers, his tongue swirling my sensitive nub.

“Fuck, you’re deliciously cruel.”

“I know, baby, and you love it.”

Covering my hand over my mouth, I smother my moans the best I can as he tongue-fucks me into a lusting maniac.

“I need you now.”

My arms swing around his neck, pulling him to me. Sliding in easily, he lifts me onto his thighs, hugging my ass as I ride him. Four more positions and I’m a heap of exhausted limbs, my body sated with pleasure. Leaving the bed, he kisses me, then winks as he heads to the bathroom down the hall. Hopefully, Rachel is downstairs, and he doesn’t shock her with his nudity. I’m soon behind him and join him in the shower. There’s just enough room for him to loosen his wings off his back while we soap each other.

In fresh clothes, we head downstairs, following the aroma of eggs and the leftover ham and potato casserole from last night. Shirtless, Emeric enters the kitchen behind me. Rachel and my mother stop putting food on plates and stare at his partially spread wings.

“Wow,” Rachel mutters, her expanded lids expressive of her astonishment. “They’re incredible.”

Emeric runs a hand through his black and blond strands, smirking as he extends his wings, then partially folds them. He sure knows how to flaunt what he’s got. My mom and Rachel’s lingering stares trail down his tatted arms, chest, and abs, which he flexes, then grins when they blush.

Embarrassed, my mother rubs a hand down her cheek and looks away to the casserole and the plate in her hand. Rachel looks at me, her eyes wide and her nostrils flaring as she smirks.

Laughing, I grab two glasses out of the cabinet.

Rachel steps closer to Emeric, and he brings a wing forward.

“You can touch it, stroke it, li—”

“Ahem,” I interrupt.

“What, babe?” Emeric shrugs a shoulder, his impish grin widening. “I was going to say lift it.”

“Sure, you were.”

Laughter spreads between us as Rachel touches his feathers. Mom sets her plate down and joins her. Each of them strokes his feathers. Emeric’s muscles tighten, and crimson red creates color in his black eyes.

“What’s it like when we touch them?” Rachel asks, her fingers gradually releasing a white tip.

“Pleasurable.” Emeric glances at me and winks. “Probably as sensitive as a woman’s clit.”

Rachel and my mom jerk their hands back, their faces adding another shade of color.

“Don’t mind him. He enjoys the shock and awe reaction.”

Mouth slanted, he winks and steps past them to take the glass of water I’ve set on the counter for him. With a few swallows, he downs the water and sets the empty glass back down.

“Breakfast smells good.”

With her face back to a normal color, Mom smiles pleasantly at him.

“Thank you. You’re welcome to as much as you’d like. I’m sure you’re hungry after your morning workout.”

The water in my mouth sprays out as my eyes expand, and a laugh escapes me. Emeric folds his wings against his back, grinning as he passes my mom.

“I like you, Claire.”

“I like you too. It’s clear you make my daughter very happy.”

“Mom!”

With her plate in hand, she sports a playful grin as she passes Rachel, who’s laughing as quietly as she can. Rachel follows my mom into the dining room, and we get plates of food to join them.

Seated in the same seats as last night, the tension seems to have loosened compared to the heavy conversations from the evening before. After a few bites, I set my fork down.

“Are you okay with all of this?” I ask Rachel.

The fork twists in her fingers as she answers. “I think so. It was overwhelming at first, but now I’m curious about your magic and what you can do. It left me wondering if I can do magic.”

“I’m curious if you can too.”

The feathers of Emeric’s wing graze my back as he adjusts to look at me.

“How did Griffin get your magic to come out?”

“He took me