“Oh, my God!” She twisted her body a bit so she could watch the feathers glide along her skin. “That feels amazing.”
“You’ve never done this before?” A mischievous grin spread across his face, “Even with the other Crows?”
Smirking, “You guys have a whole lesbian-‐fantasy thing going on over there at that Mountain Ridge, Mountain Creek, Mountain Cock…whatever ya call it.”
“Just a little one. All those tough women alone…wearing leather. There’s gotta be some wrestling going on that involves oil, right?”
She bumped her shoulder into his. “I find that such a sad, pitiful, all-‐male statement.”
“Even the Warriors of Odin have their sad, pitiful, all-‐male moments.”
She stretched, her back arching as the tip of his wing kept up its steady movement against her flesh. She especially loved when the feathers swept across the scar tissue that hid her own wings. They’d always been kind of sensitive, but this was mind blowing.
Who knew she’d enjoy spending time around Wilhelm Yager? Up to now, she just thought he was another dumb rich guy looking to slum it a bit with the Crows. She’d quickly found out he was anything but dumb and not once the entire day had Yager made her feel different or low class or less than anything else in the world. He actually made her feel…well, kinda special.
Neecy’s body jolted as Will’s feathers slipped between her legs. Her head dropping to rest on her folded arms. “What are you doing?”
“Amusing myself.” His wing stroked her pussy lips. “Mine for twenty-‐four hours. Remember?”
How the hell could she forget? She was already dreading the end of this. But it would end. It’s not like she could live like this forever…right?
“Spread your legs, baby.”
She looked up at his smiling face through her too-‐long tangled bangs. She really needed to get them cut. “Must you call me that?”
“I like calling you that. Now spread ‘em.”
She did and he glided the tip of his wing against her clit, flicking it with a twist of his feathers.
Neecy’s body jerked again. She’d heard about getting a feather tease but this was ridiculous. And delicious. “You have got to be kidding me.” No way would she let him get her off with his wing, but she seemed unable to stop him. It felt too good. He felt too good.
“Nice, huh?”
She nodded and moaned, but kept her head down. For some reason, she felt acute embarrassment the man could get her off so easily and had been doing it all day. It didn’t take her long to realize there would be no controlling Wilhelm Yager—in bed or out.
“You want me to stop?”
She shook her head.
“Are you avoiding me, baby?”
She nodded her head.
“Why?”
“I’m embarrassed by my weakness.”
“Why? Because I can make you come whenever I want?”
Her head snapped up, an angry glare etched across her beautiful face. But before she could start ripping the feathers off his wings, he flicked her clit again. Her body stiffened, her eyes slammed shut, then her entire body clenched and she came hard and fast. He kept the pressure up, enjoying just watching her body writhe in release.
After a few moments, it seemed she couldn’t take it anymore. “Stop, stop, stop!”
She pulled away, panting hard, and rolled onto her side. “Well that was freakin’ amazing.”
“Thank you.”
She rolled onto her back and stared up at him. “Can I ask you something else?”
“What part of ‘ask me anything’ are we not grasping here?”
She rolled her eyes at his tone as her cheeks turned red. It took him a second to realize she was embarrassed and not by what he’d said either.
“I can’t believe I’m asking this, but…,” she took a huge breath, “could you really not tell you were holding onto my tits the other night?”
He snorted. “Of course I knew.” He brushed his cheek against her forehead, marveling at the realization Neecy let him see a side of her he knew she’d never show anyone else. “And, to quote you, they felt freakin’ amazing.”
Reaching up and punching him lightly in the chest, she teased, “That’s sexual harassment in the workplace. I could complain to Odin, ya know?”
“Odin is sexual harassment in the workplace.”
“I have noticed an even bigger increase in the jiggle factor with the newest crop of Valkyries.”
She watched as Yager retracted his wings and stretched out next to her on the floor, the two of them staring up at the ceiling. “Well, you’ve met some of the older Valkyries. They’re exceptionally cool. Very kick ass. Brutal. But Odin met that stripper a few years back and it’s been downhill ever since.”
Had it ever. And Neecy was the one who decked their leader, Clarissa. Or as all the Jersey Crows liked to call her, “That Valkyrie bitch Clarissa.” It was during the infamous Valkyrie-‐Crow bar fight in Yonkers. And every second she spent in jail that night…totally worth it.
The pair grinned as Yager suddenly took hold of her hand and intertwined their fingers together. Part of her wanted to snatch her hand back. Not that it didn’t feel good. It felt great. Too great. The act itself seemed so intimate to her.
Almost more than the two of them fucking.
“Okay. Another question for you,” Yager said as he continued to stare up at the ceiling. “If you hadn’t…uh…”
She knew where this was going. “Died? If I hadn’t died?”
“Man, you guys deal with that really well.”
She smiled. “Well, we’ve already done the hard part.”
“True. Okay, so if you hadn’t died, would you still be dealing drugs?”
“Oh, no. No, not at all.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. I was planning on moving into gun running. I hated dealing with addicts and the asshole kept pushing me to deal the harder shit, which meant the scarier addicts. So, I thought…gun running. My whole goal was simple…”
“Money?”
She shook her head. “College. I didn’t care what I had to do. I was going to college. I used to watch TV and I’d see all these people with good lives and they all seemed to have college educations.” She finally pulled her hand away from his, put both her arms over her head, and stretched. “The Gathering was actually perfect for me. They didn’t care if you hunted every night, all night, for ten weeks in a row. Your grades better be A’s or high B’s. And if you took the SATs, you better be in the twelve hundred to fifteen hundred range. If your grades slipped because you were screwing around, you got what we refer to as a Raven Elder–type beating.”
Grimacing, Yager said, “That’s brutal.”
“Yup. Needless to say we all work to keep our grades up. The other option’s just too scary. But they pay for all your education right through masters and doctorate work, so it balances out.”
“And you seem relatively unscathed.”
“Cause I’m really, really smart.”
He laughed and she decided to change the subject, hoping to get them back to safer, non-‐Neecy related ground.
“Will…what exactly do you do?”
“You mean besides save the world from evil?”
“Well, shit. I do that. What else do you do?”
“I don’t wanna tell ya.”
“Oh, come on. Admit it. The Ravens don’t have to work, do they?”
“What gave you that idea?”
“You guys always seem to be lounging around with your incredibly hot cars. I mean, all of you have offices, but we just figured you guys didn’t actually work in them.”
“We do work. All of us.”
“Then what do you do?”
He sighed. “Me, Tye, and Mike design game software.”