time she sank to his root.
Gaze locked with his, she tightened her vaginal muscles around him before starting her upward climb.
His tortured groan flicked a switch she hadn’t known she had. Her pussy started to convulse around him, throwing her into an orgasm so sharp, she could barely breathe.
She froze and finally Teo’s control broke. He reached for her hips as she came and thrust hard and fast until finally he exploded.
Panting, exhausted, Lacey fell forward, knowing he would catch her.
He eased her the rest of the way down, settled her head on his chest and wrapped her in his arms.
Sweet Goddess, she wanted to go to sleep, knowing he slept under her.
But she couldn’t. She couldn’t risk him seeing…
Her eyelids fell and she couldn’t lift them.
Maybe she’d rest, just for a few minutes.
* * * * *
Standing by the side of the bed, arms crossed over his chest, Teo watched Lacey sleep.
Sprawled on her stomach, the sheets covering her from the waist down, and her sable hair flowed every which way over her shoulders and back.
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Not completely covering her back.
He knew she’d been hiding something.
He just hadn’t realized how big that something was.
Which explained the folletti wing outline on her back.
If he hadn’t had to go to the bathroom when he’d woken, she’d still be wrapped around his body like a warm blanket. One he’d love to take home and tuck in his own bed, made for his much longer body.
His feet had hung over the end of her mattress all night, but he could handle that.
Hell, he could handle the fact that she had secrets. Everyone was entitled to their secrets.
What he couldn’t live with were the shadows in her eyes.
Dark ones. The kind he lived with on a daily basis.
He hated to see them in hers.
What had put them there? And did they concern the outline on her back? Or the linchetti points on her ears?
He swore his heart had stopped when his brain had made the connection between the outline and the ears. What they made her.
He wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen the evidence with his own eyes.
She was querciola .
Which was just fucking insane.
Quercioli were the dirty little secret of the Fata , one the Fata had tried to erase like dog breeders mating animals to eliminate aggression or short legs.
The rumors—and they were only rumors because Teo had never met anyone who knew a querciola —claimed they were wild animals, preying on men’s sexual appetites to fuel their own raging sexual need. Most Etruscans thought querciola were extinct, as the number of folletti diminished and the winged females retreated to the hidden places of the world.
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Quercioli were always female, which shouldn’t have mattered, as the Etruscans were a fiercely democratic society. But somewhere in the past, they’d been demonized.
Lacey was no monster. He’d make anyone who even suggested it eat their words.
And maybe their tongue.
But what she was probably explained the shadows in her eyes.
And the weird-ass reaction he’d had to her. The one that had siphoned off the energy from the amentia and allowed him to lose himself in her body without losing control.
He hadn’t enjoyed sex that much in decades. Maybe ever. She was everything he’d always wanted in a lover and had never found, before or after the amentia . Giving, caring, uninhibited.
His.
Definitely his.
She sighed and her hand clenched into the sheets where his chest should be. As he watched, her eyes flew open and she drew in a sharp gasp as she realized he wasn’t there. Scrambling into a sitting position, she clawed at the sheets to pull them up around her as her wide, wild eyes met his.
His jaw tightened at the out-of-control fear in her eyes but he forced himself to keep his expression blank as he eased onto the other side of the bed. He didn’t reach for her.
He didn’t want her to pull away. But he didn’t get up either.
“Lacey. It’s okay,