"Start by kissing me and see if I guess the rest," Felicity said. The words were barely out of her mouth before Victor kissed her, and that was the last sensible contribution she made to the conversation for quite a while.
The mattress gave under his knee. His hand came down beside her head, his thumb catching a loose strand of hair before it could get between their lips, and she felt the weight of his wing settle above her. She used to wonder how anybody got close to a man that size in a bed made for ordinary people. Once she'd had enough practice to quit worrying about where the feathers went, she found there were advantages to having one's own little patch of shade.
Damien laughed from somewhere beyond the wing. "She went to the trouble of inviting all four of us upstairs, eagle. The least you could do is let the rest of us see where she went."
