Madison's hair whipped across her face. Soo-Jin's shirt fluttered open at the collar, exposing the swell of her breasts. My cock jerked hard against my pants, already leaking at the thought of those wings folding around me while she took me deep.
Feathers drifted free—slow, deliberate—dissolving into golden motes before they touched the floor. But one feather moved differently.
It floated toward me.
Landed soft as a sigh in my open palm.
Warmth flooded my skin. Power. Recognition.
The body already knew its master.
"Did you see that?" ARIA breathed, voice thick with awe and dripping lust. "The feather chose you. The body already knows who it belongs to. It's already aching to be claimed."
I couldn't answer. My throat was too tight.
The light continued its slow retreat.
