***Jagger***

Music is flowing through the clubhouse at the same volume as all the voices of the men who are enjoying themselves. Grabbing a drink, playing pool, watching TV, playing video games, or getting cozy with some of the females that come to the club for a good time.

For humans we’re just another MC like any other, unaware of all the danger that lurks in the darkness in every corner this earth possesses. I release a deep sigh and keep my eyes pinned on the hallway, expecting Tessera to stroll in any second. Even with all our talks, she’s still new to all of this and that’s the very reason I’m still holding back.

I don’t know how long I will be able to stay in control. There’s a burning need to have her. To be able to bury my dick inside her welcoming body while I sink my teeth into her pale, soft skin. I’d like to say we have time...but with the turnaround we had, revealing what kind of Supernatural has mixed with her ancestors? Trouble is on its way and can arrive any damn second.

That’s also the reason I let my guys blow off some steam, even drunk off their asses they would be ready to fight or die, but they need this; a celebration. Their Prez mating isn’t something that happens very often. And why the fuck is she still not here?

My eyes glance toward Caius who signals toward the hallway with his eyebrows. Letting me know without words to go to her, like he already mentioned when he strolled in here over twenty minutes ago. But I can’t. If I do I would be in a room where there’s both, a damn bed and my mate, the need to take her would be even more pressing.

Fuck it. I can’t stand around here waiting for her to show, I’m eating myself up as it is. Stalking through the hallway, I barge into my room and lock the door behind me. My eyes travel through the empty space. Inhaling, I track her sweet scent to the bathroom.

“Tessera,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

I’m so in tune to her that even without being in the same room, I’m able to sense the fucking water drops that are sliding down her body. Her head peeks out before she steps inside the room, a fucking towel wrapped around her while she’s drying that black silk hair of hers.

“There you are. Took you long enough. I asked Caius to tell you to please come by when you had the chance. You know, after the meeting you had and other stuff you needed to handle.” She shyly glances down. “I wanted to be dressed before you came, to surprise you, but you bought so much stuff it was hard to pick something to wear and it seems now I’m the one who’s running late.”

From the corner of my eye I notice all the clothes that are draped over the bed. Different kinds of dresses, jeans, shirts. Seems like she was indecisive and wanted to try everything all at once. That thought makes warmth flow through my chest. My woman liked the things I personally picked out for her.

I take a step closer but keep a fair amount of distance between us. “Did you need anything that wasn’t in your closet, or the bathroom for that matter?”

“It’s more than enough. I don’t even think I’ve had so much in all my life. Thank you.” She fucking beams at me. “Caius told me you picked everything out yourself.”

I shrug uncomfortably. I never had any interest in female shit. But when I brought her into the clubhouse in stained clothes without anything else, I wanted to give her the world. Fuck. The whole universe, because she deserves so much, and more.

She slides forward, closing the distance I need between us and lifts herself on her tiptoes to press a gentle kiss on my cheek. I’m nailed to the floor, my eyes are closed, and my hands tighten to fists at my side. I want nothing more than to grab her, throw her on the bed and ravish her...but I can’t. Again, she deserves more. More than the lust filled urge to claim her. Raw fucking isn’t the kind of lovemaking I want for our first time.

Fuck. Her lips trail down my jaw. A growl rumbles from deep inside my chest as a warning. She needs to back away. “Don’t,” I barely manage in a guttural tone.

Next thing I know, her teeth sink into my neck. I’ve got her bare ass in both hands, and the next nanosecond her back is pressed against the wall. Her legs circle my waist while a sweet as fuck giggle vibrates against my skin. Her head pulls back, a little drop of my blood is spilling over her lips. Fuck. She’s magnificent.

“I adore you,” she whispers. “And I’m so sorry I reacted the way I did when you shared your feelings. I’m just not used to,”

I don’t let her finish her words. She doesn’t have to. I know damn well what she means and how it is between us, and for her. That’s why I wanted to take things slow but I can’t, she took it out of my hands when she walked in here naked and sank her teeth into my neck.

I slam our mouths together and slide a hand in between us to unbuckle my pants and free my dick. I need inside her and fast. Her hips are grinding, little moans escaping her, she’s just as anxious as I am. Except when my dick bumps against her clit...everything fucking freezes. What the fuck?

Holding her, I turn and let her fall back on the bed, allowing me to get a good visual of her bare pussy that’s pierced. Damn. That’s remarkable. I drop to my knees to get a closer look. The scent of her arousal is wafting around, luring me in. My thumb slides through her folds, taking some of her wetness to glide back and forth over the piercing that’s pressing on her clit.

“Such a nifty little thing, I am in awe.” My voice comes out hoarse.

Her hips shoot off the mattress, making me grab on and press her back down.

“Sensitive,” she groans. “It heightens...wait...you’ve never seen one?” She connects her gaze with mine but her eyes slide away when she mutters, “Shouldn’t have asked that, I really don’t want to know with all those centuries of experience.”

I can’t contain myself and have to taste her, flip that piercing with my tongue to play with her clit. Leaning in, I let my tongue slide through her pussy, making sure to explore the way this new thing enhances both our pleasure.

“Never.” I say this word in a fierce tone and let her know. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen one. And I have to say, I’m liking it very much so far.”

She shoots me a look of disbelief. “But you’re so old.”

A high-pitched yelp rushes out before it turns into a long moan when I shake my mouth against her pussy, letting my scruff heighten her pleasure.

My tongue gives her piercing some action before I tell her, “It’s been a couple hundred years since I’ve had some action in that department.”

“Wow,” she breathes while her fingers slide into my hair, putting my mouth back on her.

I hungrily devour her pussy, soothing some of both our needs. Her taste is addictive and already intensifying. The way she trembles in my hands, her breathing is pumping out of control, her fingers that tighten in my hair. Everything combined lets me know she’s furiously chasing an orgasm she’s dying to obtain.

I’m torn in two. I want to let her come in my mouth but at the same time, I want her to ripple around my dick with the first orgasm I give her. She starts to come, her taste so pure as I dash up and bury myself deep inside her. Fuck. The combination of both is the ultimate high. I struggle to hold myself back when her nails dig into my shoulders as she flattens her bare breasts against my chest, screaming out her orgasm currently strangling my dick.

I start to slide in and out with lazy strokes to experience every tremor the walls of her pussy compliments me with. There’s so much emotion flowing through my body right now that I’m unable to hold back the wings that erupt from my back. They close around us as if I need to shield her from the rest of the world and create a tight space where only the two of us exist.

Her arms are looped around my neck and her back lifts off the bed when she gasps. Our eyes connect and my heart stops when I see a flash of pain enter her eyes. But when I see the mass of serene white feathers emerging from behind her, understanding dawns.

“Fucking beautiful, Angel. Your wings are...” I have no words. Fuck. “The most enticing, exquisite show of perfection I’ve ever seen.”

A tear slides down her cheek before she buries her face into the crook of my neck. “Thank you,” she whispers.

A gasp leaves her when I throw my hips back and forth. I can’t hold back any longer. The way we embrace each other with our wings while holding our bodies tight...a sea of blue flames crackles around us as if charged with the energy we light up together.

Her tongue traces the skin slightly above my collarbone. The exact same spot my mouth hoovers over on her body. When her teeth sink in, so do mine. Bright light erupts from behind my eyelids as a massive orgasm catches me by surprise. At the same time, I feel my mate ripple with the same pleasure. It’s so intense that I can taste her orgasm in the blood that flows freely on my tongue. Right here is the most amazing moment of my life, that’s for fucking sure.

When the last tremor has faded, I feel her tongue slide over my skin before she leans back and places her forehead against mine. “That was...wow.”

A chuckle escapes me. “Wow is definitely correct, Angel. Spectacular and damn...if it’s like that our first time...just wait until we get the hang of it, huh?”

Her nose hits the ceiling as laughter flows through the air. Fuck. My dick is still hard inside her but that sound and the way her pussy clenches, I could fire the fucking right back up.

Her eyes meet mine and I see so much intensity swirling in there. “I now know the words that hold the meaning behind them. Saying I love you feels like I belong to you. That there isn’t anyone to who I feel connected with more. For who I will grieve and wish to no longer live without when something happens. You bring me, and give me, so damn much...it’s overwhelming how in such a short period of time something can feel so right.”

“Fuck,” I rasp.

And for real...that’s the only thing I have to say at this moment? I should say I love her too, how those words soak my heart even more with the love I already hold for her. But the end of the line is that I don’t have to say anything. Our minds, our bodies, our damn souls, are an open book to one another. She knows exactly how I feel about her and what she does to me. I hold her tighter and slam my mouth over hers, needing to taste the love we share.

When the kiss slows down and I open my eyes, I get to see my woman’s face radiate pleasure and contentment. She sighs dreamily to make the picture fucking complete. This woman doesn’t comprehend completely how she changed my life for good. But I intend to show her every goddamn minute how special she is.

My lips feather over her forehead. “Time we show face before they come looking for us.”

“Oh, shit. The party,” Tessera gasps in understanding and swings her head to the right. “Come on, we need to,”

Her voice stops when her eyes meet the magnificent view of her wings. I’ve pushed my own wings back, it’s as easy as raising your arm, a reflex, something that comes naturally. But for this amazing woman, everything seems to be the first time.

“Soft,” she whispers as she lets her fingertips trail over them. The blue flames that are dancing around highlight her skin. “Very pretty.”

I let my knuckles slide over her cheek. “You are.”

“Smoothtalker.” She chuckles and stands up on the bed, spreading her wings while the smile on her face brightens the room and tightens my heart.

Jumping from the bed, she lets her wings glide her down smoothly to the floor. My woman in naked glory with serene wings. One hell of a stunning sight.

“No, no.” She waves a finger at me. “Stop with the smoldering eyes. We need to get dressed. Now, how do I make them go away?”

“It’s the same what you did just now with jumping off the bed and using them, a reflex. Like when you need to open a door and stretch your arm out, don’t think, just act on instinct.” I perch myself on my elbow and watch how she stares over her shoulder.

“It’s not working,” she mutters mainly to herself.

Sliding off the bed, I stalk to my closet and grab a pair of jeans. “Get dressed, Angel. Ignore them. Wings have the tendency to appear when you need them and be gone when they’re not needed.”

Tessera watches me before she nods slowly and grabs underwear, ripped blue jeans, and a black lace top. When she’s put her lace thong on and grabs her jeans, she glances back and notices her wings have retracted. Again, with the bright as fuck smile when she slips into her bra and top. When she’s standing before me with added black lace-up heels, all I can do is stare at the hint of her breasts as they swell above her top.

“You need a necklace,” I croak. “One that snags away the attention from,” I clear my throat and let my fingers do the talking as they slide down over those magnificent hills she’s showing off in a delicate way.

“I don’t have one.” Her breathing picks up, making that gorgeous bosom bounce with ease. “My sister had a gorgeous one.”

Her eyes close and fuck. A golden chain materializes before my eyes. It holds a pendant that’s a tiny ruby flask surrounded with wings and detailed inscriptions. Ones I recognize.

“Tessera, Angel...you unwillingly stole your sister’s necklace just now.”

“Oh. My. God.” She looks horrified. “What have I done?”

“Well,” I have to smile because this is actually something she would be happy with, “the pendant contains something that enforces your sister’s magic. She’s going to need it back. You do realize what that means, right?”

“She’ll come looking for it,” she squeaks in delight.

“She’ll come looking for it,” I confirm. “Though I don’t know how happy she’ll be once she gets here.”

Tessera winces before she shrugs. “Mad or not, I’d like to see her. I had no way to contact her and now I unwillingly found a way to meet her.”

I shake my head, because, fuck. “Have you ever seen a Fae who’s pissed off?”

“Well, shit,” she mutters.

Rightly so, because she might just have added another dash of fucked up problems we don’t need.