Page 73 of A Fate of Wings

The Beast flew back down to me and gathered me in his arms.

“Is he safe?”

I snapped my wings together and let him hover us in the air, trusting him to take care of me.

“He is, and he’s loved.”

“By whom?”

“A loving couple who helped me. They looked after me. Cared for me, too. He couldn’t be in better hands.”

“He can live with my brother. At least he’d be with family. We can still see him.”

“How would your brother explain his existence? How would he keep his heritage quiet?” I asked, wishing we could have our son in our life too. “He has a mixture of our wings. Golden feathers of a siren and the sharp, black talons of a demon. It would be too difficult to pretend he was a demon. Siren wings are notable. You wouldn’t fool anyone into thinking his wings were anything but the mark of a siren mating. He’s the first ofhis kind. A male siren. His life would be in jeopardy if my people knew of his existence. They’d never let a male rule them.”

He scowled. “I hate this. It’s making my rage intense.”

“Fight it for him. For me. And you.”

“I will. I’ll fight anything and everything for my mate. Even my instincts to find my son.”

I gazed into the mirroring hurt in his eyes.

“I love you, Rozronuuk.”

The pain and hurt lifted a fraction.

“I love you too, my little queen.”

His ebony eyes glittered a second before his lips crashed against mine. He took us past the clouds. The blazing rays of the sun streamed over the hard angles of his handsome face. There were so many emotions flittering in the ebony complexities of his eyes, but the one that held my thrall was love and trust.

He dropped me and swooped to catch me. We came together for a kiss, then drew apart again. He teased me over and over, kissing my lips, dropping me to catch me, and kiss my neck and my breasts. On the next drop, he caught me around the waist, his face disappearing under my dress, buried between my legs, his tongue seeking my aching clit. He licked me hard and fast until my legs shook. Then he dropped me from his hold again. I plummeted fast. The rush of air gusting over my body made my skin more sensitive and more aroused. By the time he caught me, I’d almost hit the ground, but I didn’t care. I knew he’d save me. I trusted him with my life. With our son’s life.

Up and up, he flew us. Spreading my legs, he undid his leather pants and buried himself deep. Each powerful pull of his wings thrust him inside me. I clung to his waist and buried my head against his chest as the wind whooshed past my ears. He paused at the top of the soft gray clouds high in the sky. The Autumn Court below us was small from this distance, but vast. Our kingdom. Ours to rule together.

With a gentle kiss on my forehead, he said, “Hold on to my horns.”

I clasped them with my warm palms. He flipped us and dove from the heights of bliss to the roaring ecstasy of orgasm. The release rushed through me, claimed my body as he’d claimed me as his mate. I’d claimed him too. I dug my nails into his horns. He roared his release and spilled inside my body. Hot bliss floated through my veins as he hovered us over to the grounds of the castle. He gathered me into his arms, tugged my dress over my legs, and carried me to my bedchambers.

There he undressed me and himself, laid me on the bed, covered me with his body, and filled me over and over again. Perhaps next time we’d have a daughter, the future ruler of the sirens, as I’d set out to do before the Beast came barreling into my life with his mate claim. Before I’d fallen in love with him.

Being a queen with a king by my side who I loved and who loved me.

Chapter thirty-two

Rozronuuk

The Autumn Court

While Thea slept soundlyin her bed for the first time in years, I slipped out of the bedchamber’s door. Arline and Raefa nodded at me. I nodded back, knowing my mate would be safe for the few moments I’d be away from her. I made my way out of the castle to the colosseum. My destination was the dungeon.

I walked down the long corridor, the torches flickered on the walls reminding me of my time here. Of the endless days. The pain of being away from my mate. Now I suffered a new pain. I was away from my son.

Son.

The word filled my heart with so much love for someone I’d never even met. I didn’t think it was possible. Thea might be right that his existence would be in jeopardy if the sirens everdiscovered his identity, but I wouldn’t give up hope of meeting him one day. Of reuniting us as a family.

To my left, a hand shot out at my feet between the bars, but a sizzle and flash of bright orange exploded on the arm. A singed flesh scent filled the dungeon. I stepped up to the cell, peering in at the one person who looked like my mate.