Rue's knees hit the bed before she finished falling.
Kael was on her immediately. His hands found the collar of her academy uniform and pulled. Fabric tore. Buttons scattered across silk sheets. Rue's gasp was lost in the sound of ripping cloth as her top came apart like wet paper.
"No bra?" Kael murmured.
"I wasn't expecting—"
"You are such a liar, my cute little Rue."
He cupped her breasts. Smaller than Sage's—not massive, but perfect. Those perky nipples. Fit in his palms like they'd been designed for him. Her nipples were already hard—pink peaks that flushed darker as his thumbs brushed across them.
"Ah—"
"Sensitive."
"Shut up—"
He pinched both nipples simultaneously.
Rue's back arched off the bed. A moan tore from her throat—loud, unrestrained, the kind of sound that would have echoes if the room wasn't warded for privacy. Her tails flailed behind her, crashing into pillows, knocking over the bedside lamp.
Kael leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth.
