Brigan stilled now as Catalina’s tentative caresses circled the wide base of his left wing where it joined his taut back muscles and traveled up over the broad arc of it, gently, seductively, exploring the enormous wind-roughened curve all the way down to the erotic, sensitive, feather-soft tip. He gasped, electrified, his entire body gone rigid. She pulled back to take in his expression, her wonder immediately crashing into remorse. “I’m sorry! I should have asked. I just didn’t know if they were real.”
