Page 18 of A Fate of Wings
“I didn’t.” I gasped.
“No, but you should have. You wanted me the second you saw me.”
“Yes,” I agreed. It was true. The moment he’d walked into the pit, I’d wanted him in my bed. The moment I’d glimpsed him in the sky, I’d experienced a connection.
“Hold on to my horns.”
I stroked his horns, delighting in the way his eyes glowed with my touch. His hips thrust, sending his cock sliding along my insides. Every muscle tightened at the pleasure of his cock inside me.
He spun us upside down and dropped us from the sky. His hips drove at a hard pace, thrusting his cock deep inside me and igniting a trail of bliss through my body. The lower we dropped in the sky, the slower his hips drove. I gripped his horns harderfor fear we’d crash into the surface of this world before either of us came.
I shouldn’t have worried. A crash wouldn’t kill us. It’d hurt, and all I wanted right now was this pleasure coursing through my body.
His mouth traveled to my neck, just below my ear. He whispered demonic words I didn’t understand and then bit into the tender flesh. A scream wrenched from my lungs as the power coursing through the bite drove me over the precipice and into the free fall of orgasm. My heels clamped around his waist, digging into his backside as he kept thrusting through my clenching muscles. The orgasm didn’t stop as muscle after muscle pulsed in a rippling wave of pleasure so hard the world grew dim.
The ground grew closer.
I tightened my hold on his horns and clenched my fingers around the base. His release was abrupt. Brutal like him. Jets and jets of his hot semen surged inside me. I felt it. Sensed him claiming me for all time. My still quivering insides renewed their contractions as though milking every drop from him.
His wings snapped out. The world righted itself.
And then everything went dark.
Chapter ten
Rozronuuk
Cossgarth
Ihadn’t meant tomake her pass out, but I’d been unable to hold back the power in my demon seed during our first union. I suppose it was to do with claiming my fated mate that I hadn’t kept the surge inside. Thea sagged in my embrace as I carried her across the uneven landscape to the hot springs. It was a shame she’d passed out, too. I would have liked to take her back into the skies and drop us again.
There would always be the time to do it when she awoke.
I dropped an affectionate kiss on her forehead since it was probably the only time she’d allow me such pleasures. I wasn’t a total asshole. Surprising, I know, but I was what I was. Rage Demons had to fight to be seen, to be understood, as anything other than a hot mess of rage. It was where we got our names from, after all. Still, I’d tamped down my rage. I’d battled thatmany centuries ago and won. I always won. Just like I’d won Thea.
I strode into one of many thermal springs in Cossgarth. The steam wafted up around our heads. Little beads of water formed on her closed lashes. My mate was a stunner with her long blonde hair, and slender body with enough curves to make me drool. I stroked a finger over her brow. I recalled the day I’d seen her at the Emporium in the Spring Court many moons ago. She’d purchased the staff she’d wielded today, a staff I’d made. She’d stroked the gold so adoringly, I’d experienced the connection between us even from the distance. It was as though I’d made the staff for my fated mate and hadn’t realized it.
Yet, there she’d stood with her sister and their handmaidens. Her gaze had flickered my way, but I’d stepped behind a goods cart, too filled with the potent rage of my kind to be any good to a queen. Her crown had blazed with rubies in the twinkling daylight, almost as fierce as her eyes. I’d struggled against the urge to throw her to the ground and claim her right there and then. To let the beast inside me rule would have been my demise. I wouldn’t bring shame to our family name or my brother, the king of the Demons. It was fitting I’d now be a king, too. All thanks to the fiery creature who was my mate.
She stirred in my arms. All sensual, supple limbs, soft feathers, and silky hair. My cock twitched as though she’d stroked the length with her hand. I scrubbed a palm over my face. She made the beast rage against the shackles I’d placed around him. I stroked my knuckles over her cheek. Her eyes snapped open, dreamy, and soft for a solid beat of my heart until tiny flecks of hardness flickered in their depths. She only ignited my hunger for her more.
“She wakes.”
“Why are we in a spring?” She shoved herself out of my arms. “I despise having wet feathers.”
She was even more beautiful with her body slicked with water. I picked her up by the waist and sat her on the ledge of the heated spring. Watching the beads of water drip from her hair down her body, I let a shimmer of rage go and blew a gust of hot air her way. Her hair flew backward, and her wings fluttered against the force. With one last surge of power, I dropped the wind, leaving her sitting dry and warm while I stood in the heated water.
“Thank you, I guess.” She preened her feathers and then drew her wings back into her body.
I planted a hand on my chest. “A thank you from my little queen?”
She jerked to her feet and placed her hands on her hips. “Stop calling me little.”
Even with her standing on the ledge of the spring, I towered over her. I climbed out of the spring beside her.
“You’re little compared to me.”
Her gaze dragged over my chest and lower, watching the water beads trail down my skin. Her delicate pink tongue darted out as though she aimed to capture the droplets. I’d be more than pleased to let her.