instinct, my chin tipping up at the caress of that breath. “Oh,” I managed to say. I felt him smile against my ear and pull away. “If you want an Illyrian male’s attention, you’d be better off grabbing him by the balls. We’re trained to protect our wings at all costs. Some males attack first, ask questions later, if their wings are touched without invitation.” “And during sex?” The question blurted out. Rhys’s face was nothing but feline amusement as he monitored the mountains. “During sex, an Illyrian male can find completion just by having someone touch his wings in the right spot.”
