Forbidden Wings

Bliss

As Mason started to grab the keys for his truck she jumped up to press a kiss on his cheek. She didn't want to press her luck by being seen in the truck with him. Eventually, people would learn about them, but as of right now, it is unnecessary for the world to see them ditch together. Confused, hurt flashed in his baby blues, Katie’s heart softened. So much for him to learn about her, for them both to learn.

“I have to take my own mode of transportation. I don’t think we should be seen together like that just yet.” With that, Atla closed her eyes, feeling her eyes glow and her claws extend from her fingertips. Her fangs protruded a bit and her tipped ears popped out. In this form she inhaled deeply, loving the smell of Mason’s skin even more. A purr formed deep in her chest, escaping as Mason looked at her surprised but even more entranced by her.

“Race to my place?”, Mason offered.

She met the question with a smile, nodding her head and waiting for him to get into the lifted truck. Once the engine roared to life, she dug her heels in the ground and kept to the treeline to stay as much out of sight as possible. Knowing that darkness had chosen him as a target, she kept her eyes open for anything suspicious, but to know that even without the darkness touching him he had feelings for her made her feel great relief. On the last stretch of road before his house Katie looked around, shot into the road, sliding to a stop right in front of the door. As he parked, shock glossed his face, but she grinned from ear to ear. She took the time that it took him to get out of the car to morph herself back to how he was used to seeing her. She figured he would have a lot of questions, but it didn’t look as though they were currently on his mind.

Kicking the door closed, they were on each other immediately. A tangle of hands and lips, Mason picked Katie up and walked her to the bedroom. With her legs wound tightly around his waist, she admired how supported she felt in his arms. She could feel every rock solid muscle that was hidden under his clothes as he laid her on the bed. Pulling away briefly, she took in his room. It was more plain than she had anticipated. The walls were the same light blue as most rooms in the house, with deep chestnut wood flooring. His bed had a fluffy navy comforter and four posts around it. With only a few pictures and shelves of books, she found herself hungry for information about him. Not enough to stop her hands from tearing off his shirt. Opaque buttons scattered along the floor as the black fabric ripped. He was smarter about removing hers. Distracting her lips with a deep kiss, he pulled her t-shirt swiftly over her head. Looking down, she was very grateful she wore a good bra. She blushed as his hands ran over the plum lace that held her breasts. She knew her cheeks would heat again when he removed her jeans to find matching panties. The lace would cut scandalously across her ass, but she wasn’t sure he would be paying much attention to that.

Lifting up onto her elbows she let her lips graze his skin at the base of his throat. Sending chills down his spine, he let his fingers trace shapes above the hem of her jeans. Her hair had made a curtain down her back and over her breasts, effectively hiding her, he grabbed her hair at the root, fisting it all and pulling her head back to expose the soft skin of her neck. His tongue drew along her neck, making her arch into his body. Greedy for more, she worked the button on his pants, moving with such speed she had him pinned before he could blink. Confused, he watched as she pressed her lips down the length of his torso, gasping as her breath left hot patches on his skin. Her jeans pooled around her ankles on the floor to climb on top of him. Straddling him with ease, she deepened a kiss, telling him she wanted more than what she was getting. His hands started working at the clasp on her bra, which was quickly freed, allowing his hands to travel downwards. More than happy that he was all hers, she let him roll them over, his fingers working magic beneath the fine lace. Moaning into his mouth, she could feel her self-control slipping along with his. She was a bomb waiting to be detonated and at this rate it wouldn’t take long. Both undressed completely, they took their time uniting, spending the next few hours tangled within the sheets.