Текст книги "Horns of Wicked Ebony"

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After days of interrogating my soldiers, I was no closer to an answer as to who had attacked Assyria and Kiira. All the sentries were found dead, stuffed in a supply closet. Cold had slithered in my gut at the sight. Only more questions raised like battle banners after.

The assassin had maroon eyes, and yet he hadn’t called upon his secondary power once. I didn’t know him. Neither did the Kral’s Guard when I questioned them.

All the mystery made it impossible to rule out Xannirin’s involvement. My cousin had kept to himself, rarely appearing at mealtimes. And when I went to his room, he refused to answer the door.

I had half a mind to break it down and force him to speak to me.

Why would he come after my mate? And Kiira?

Sure, he was furious about the whole situation. But he knew that Assyria’s death would cripple me. And he wanted to win this war as much as the rest of us.

With the voices in the back of my head whispering that I couldn’t keep my mate safe, and the memories that haunted me as I entered the training ring, I needed a fucking break from this place.

The final day of the week dawned, bringing with it a brilliant sun that hadn’t shone since my cousins’ arrival. This was the only day with ample free time, and most of the soldiers went into Fured for their few precious hours. The markets and taverns were a respite from strict regimen, and the townspeople were always ready to welcome the soldiers and their coin.

I had other plans for Assyria. Her shoulder had set correctly, and after a few days of herbs from the healer, it was nearly as it had been before. The cut on her cheek had vanished. It was almost as if the attack had never happened.

Almost.

Even now, with her hair fanned across the pillow, a fierce protectiveness rose in me. Killing that fucker once was not enough to abate my anger.

Yet Assyria did not relent on any training she could do, attending twice daily with the females. It was as if the fire that had always burned inside her had swelled into a raging inferno. Her constant fervency heated my blood in the best way, and more than anything I wanted to sink my cock into her and lose myself for eternity.

The waking bell echoed through the keep, its peal deep and clear. With grumbled protest, she rolled over onto my chest, absently tracing one of the snakes wrapped around a tree tattooed there. “Do we have to get up? Everything hurts.”

“You got an extra hour of sleep,” I pointed out, my thumb stroking the bare skin of her shoulder.

She tilted her head up to look at me, eyes narrowed. “Did I?”

“The gong sounds one hour later today than all the others,” I told her.

“But we went to sleep later than normal too,” she argued with a huff. “So it nets me zero extra sleep. I think tomorrow when that damned thing wakes me up, I’m going to bury my head in the pillows and pretend I don’t exist.”

A laugh rumbled in my chest. “You have been training very hard. But I can’t let you break the rules.”

“Ugh,” she replied, flattening herself across my large frame. “What’s the benefit of being mated to you then?”

Gripping her hips, I slid her down my body to settle over my hardness. “This.”

“Males,” she sighed, rolling herself off me.

I snatched her back before she could go too far. “And what would you know of that, little imposter? Did you forget you belong to me?”

“First, I don’t belong to you,” she said, stabbing her finger above my heart. “I am my own person and I do things because I want to do them.”

In one swift motion, I had her on her back, pinned beneath me. I rolled my hips against hers, eliciting a soft gasp. Then, I let my head drop to her ear. “Don’t play like you don’t love when I command you.”

Desire swept down our bond, and when I pulled back, Assyria’s pupils had darkened. My dick throbbed against her thigh. But now was not the time, or the way, I wanted her. So with a groan, I forced myself to put space between us.

Yet when I sat on my heels, my cock still pointed straight to her. She raked her gaze hungrily along its length before propping herself up and reaching for me. I caught her hand before she could touch. “Not now. I have plans for us.”

She tilted her head to the side, ebony hair spilling over her shoulder and concealing one of her flawless nipples. “And what’s that?”

“We’re going to the beach,” I pronounced.

She looked at me like she didn’t believe me. “There’s a beach? Isn’t it cold?”

“There is, but it’s hidden and you have to fly. Figured it would be a nice time to practice that too. As for the weather, yes it will be chilly. I suggest you dress accordingly.”

She rolled her eyes. “Because I definitely need you telling me what to wear too.”

“Technically, you’re now a member of this army, and I am your superior officer. So if I say put on this leather, you put it on. If I say put on this helmet, you put it on. If I wanted you to wear a collar and leash, you’d bark at my feet. No matter what I want, you have to do it.” I couldn’t help the wicked grin that curved up the corner of my mouth.

“How do I remove myself from this situation?” she sighed, looking at the ceiling like she was asking the Weaver for assistance.

I tugged her ankles, bringing her closer to me and flat on her back once more. Then, I knelt between her thighs. The scent of her arousal flooded my nostrils before I blew across her cunt. “Are you sure you want to?”

“This is so not fair,” she said, her tone all breathy need.

I retreated again, this time fully off the bed before I could disregard my plans and take her right then and there.

“What about breakfast?” she asked, pushing herself upright.

I pulled on a pair of previously discarded pants and fastened them. “I’ve ordered it to go.”

She arched a brow. “So you’ve been planning this?”

“Aye,” I said, finding a tunic and buttoning it up. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“Uh, yes,” she replied, sliding from the bed. On her side of the room, a chair—completely covered in her half-worn clothes—waited. From the pile, she yanked out her warmest leathers. I’d had more made for both of us after our arrival since we would be in residence for months. No sense in rewearing the same two sets of clothing when we had ample space for more.

At least the clothiers had been cooperative since I threatened one of the elder ones.

“I make lots of plans,” I pointed out. “I am, in fact, in charge of the army.”

She tugged on tight pants that drew my attention straight to her ass.

“But none of them have been romantic ones,” she quipped. The swell of her breasts disappeared as she pulled on a shirt and then fastened a high-collar leather jacket over it. All our new clothing was shadow-woven, which allowed our wings through. That way, removing it for training would be unnecessary—or in the event of an attack.

“That you know of,” I shot back as I found my dagger sheaths and strapped them on.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times. Smugly, I waited for her to offer me a reasonable response. Rather than admitting defeat, she huffed. “Okay, I’m ready. Show me this romantic plan you have.”

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We entered the sitting area, and there, a basket of food waited for us. Grem and Zeec were nowhere to be found, likely having slipped out with whomever delivered our meal. The two knew where to source their own breakfast. While they wouldn’t stray from the academy, they did love to wander the grounds on their own whenever we were here.

Grabbing a blanket from one of the couches, I tossed it at Assyria. “Here, carry this.”

She caught it in midair and tucked it beneath her arm as I made the final preparations for our departure. Finally satisfied that I had everything, I jerked my head for her to follow me. She paused when she realized I wasn’t headed for the main entrance.

“Wait, where are we going?” she asked.

I shoved my back into a round part of the wall beside a painting of a long-dead Demon. The stone rolled back with a groan. “To the roof. We’ll fly from there.”

Her mouth popped open as she beheld the secret staircase. “Has that always been there?”

“Yes?” I replied. “Now come on.”

Shaking her head, she followed me into the passage and up the stairs. A short jaunt later, I was shoving open the door to the roof of this tower, a small space hardly big enough for four people. But it wasn’t made for a group watch like the other towers; no it was made for escape or a moment of privacy.

Wind buffeted us the moment we stepped outside, whipping a few tendrils loose from Assyria’s braid. In front of us, the ocean stretched endlessly, a blue so deep it was nearly the color of twilight. Only small whitecaps dotted the surface today, swelling and easing with the force of the breeze. Yet the sun was strong, heating my skin as I tipped my face up to it.

Then, I dug into the well of shadows in my chest and tugged my wings into existence. The black, membranous expanse settled behind me, adding extra weight to my frame. In a breath, Assyria did the same, though she kept hers tucked close.

I stepped forward and ran a finger along the hard ridges at the top of them. A shiver wracked her frame as more desire flooded our bond. “Sensitive?” I rumbled, loving the way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks as I did it again.

“Yes,” she breathed, almost leaning into my touch. “It’s like you’re caressing my magic.”

“I plan on caressing many parts of you later,” I told her, my tone gravelly. “But for now, we will fly.”

Dragging in a serrated breath, she nodded. Taking a step back, I flexed my wings, ensuring there was enough space to take off. Then, I half-squatted and leaped into the air. The wind caught the underside of my body and carried me away from the tower.

Hovering, I waited for Assyria. After shuffling the blanket to her chest, she took a few bounding steps, wings flapping. Her bow-shaped lips flattened as she readied herself. With a cry, she launched off the side of the tower. The air battered her from the side, and she struggled for a moment to find the right draft.

But then, she found her lift, and a giddy laugh escaped her. Angling herself, she sailed straight toward me, a wide grin splitting her face. “Come on, let’s go!”

I drank the sight of her flying in for a heartbeat longer, then banked from my position and led her out toward the ocean.

As we soared over the edge of the cliff, her awe and wonder trickled down the bond. While the water typically crashed violently below, today it was calm, almost as if it too knew we needed a moment of peace amid the chaos. We dipped below the ridgeline, and the whistling in my ears lessened. The rocky ridges blurred by, the limestone carved by the places where the ocean sprayed against it.

A few smaller beaches appeared along the way, the coastline in those spots bowed in. One was already packed with males, and still more spilled out of a tunnel in the rock that had existed long before I attended the academy.

We flew by fast enough that none of them spotted us.

“You okay?” I asked Assyria, checking her position behind me.

“Fine,” she replied, but there was a slight strain to her voice.

“Not much further,” I promised her.

Then, I turned my attention toward the expanse of ocean to my left, searching for the small island. It wasn’t like the lush Hatha Islands in the Angel Realm. No one would want to spend more than a few hours there, in fact. But it was remote, private, and provided rare solitude. The water on the west side was calm enough to dive deep and survey the rock formations beneath the surface. And to the east, the sand was black, making it unique among the otherwise grayish brown beaches along this stretch of the Demon Realm.

Spotting it in the distance, I altered our course. The talons of my wing dipped, slicing through the salty breeze. Assyria followed, using the air displaced by my body to glide smoothly along behind me. For someone who had been suppressed and not offered ample opportunity to master her magic, she had great control of her flying abilities.

At least that’s one less thing for me to feel guilty about.

A rocky outcropping emerged from the sea, one of the only flat places on the island that was good for landing. Tucking my wings close, I dropped my legs and hit the ground at a jog. Like I was snipping off a piece of thread, I released my magic. Without the weight of them competing with the ocean wind, I turned to watch Assyria.

A small divot appeared between her brows as she focused. The sun shone through the membranes as she flared her wings, highlighting veins of burgundy. Her trajectory slowed, and then, her wings disappeared altogether. The short fall sent her stumbling forward as she dropped to the island, clutching the blanket tight to her chest.

But she righted herself immediately, a whoosh of air leaving her lungs once she was stable.

“Very good,” I praised.

She shot me a grin. “For once, I didn’t need your help.”

“No, you did not,” I confirmed. “Spread the blanket out here, then fetch some sticks for a fire.”

She snapped the fabric out, then disappeared toward a nearby shore where wood often drifted up. We each took to our respective tasks, me removing the packed food and arranging it, her bringing me whatever she could find. On her third trip, I decided it was enough and built a small fire.

It wasn’t overly cold, especially with the cloudless sky, but extra heat was welcome.

Assyria reclined back, letting out a long sigh. “This is really nice.”

“I’m glad you are enjoying my romantic plans,” I said, striking a dagger against a rock and sending sparks scattering over the dried wood. “We haven’t even had the food yet.”

After the second strike, the kindling finally caught, and smoke filtered through the sticks to my nostrils. I leaned down and blew on the embers, igniting a small flame. Satisfied it would grow, I returned to the blanket and unwrapped the boiled eggs.

Assyria perked up as I put food on both our plates. With her back to the sun, the golden glow cast her in an almost ethereal air. My chest constricted at the sight.

“What?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

I shook myself out of my reverie. “Nothing,” I muttered, reaching for the butter to smear on my bread. I couldn’t help but steal another glance of her in that light though.

We ate slowly, saving the moment and each other. The fire crackled as it grew, spurred on by the occasional breeze. Most of the wind was blocked by the large boulders on the east side, giving us the peace and quiet I hadn’t realized I desperately needed.

“Tell me a good story of your time in Fured,” she said suddenly.

I finished the wedge of hard cheese, then dusted my hands off. Bracing them both behind me, I leaned back and stretched out my legs. “Discovering this island was a happy accident. Though what prompted me to seek it out wasn’t.”

I paused, trying to think of something better.

“To be honest, most of my happy memories are tainted by other events that happened shortly before or after.”

“Well why don’t you tell me the good part and focus on that without thinking about the bad?” she offered, knocking her foot into mine.

I heaved out a sigh. “I went out flying to cool off after my father departed one time. He’d just done this,” I tapped my slightly crooked nose, “and I refused to see the healers so they could rebreak and set it like they had a dozen times before. I knew he’d only do it again when he returned.”

I stopped, realizing I’d started with the bad anyway.

“Go on,” Assyria encouraged, sympathy dancing in her eyes.

“Anyway, if you saw on our way here, most of the soldiers go to the tunnel beach on their days off. There are a few more further away, but with the limited amount of time they are allotted, that is the easiest and quickest one to get to and from. I was so lost in thought, I flew further than I meant to, and when the fog cleared, here it was.” I gestured around us to the little spot of peace.

“It was like the Giver knew what you needed and offered it to you,” she murmured, chewing slowly on a flaky fruit pastry.

“Are you really going to tell me you believe that?” I questioned.

She pulled a mocking face. “I don’t know. Some days I feel like I do believe, like with our mating bond and Kiira’s visions. Other days, I’m not so sure, you know?” She waved the baked treat in the air as if she were trying to conjure the right words. “Like, we all know they exist. The signs, the visions, the rest. But does giving them our blood really change the outcomes of our path? Or did they put one in place from the moment we enter this world and that’s that? Do we have the power to change our lives, or is that all an illusion? And are the Weaver, the Giver, the Reaper, and the Goddess the only ones out there? What if there are more that haven’t revealed themselves yet?”

I listened to her questions with rapt fascination. Assyria had never been this open with me before about her beliefs, and she’d clearly put a lot of thought into them. It was a vulnerable side she’d yet to show me, and I found myself wanting to hear more of the inner workings of her mind, the deepest parts that rarely saw the surface.

“Who is to say we aren’t Gods among Demons either?” I asked her, just to see what she’d say.

“Because we have power like no one else?” she clarified.

I nodded.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe?” Another bite of pastry disappeared between her lips as she mulled over her thoughts. “There is one part of our faith I hope is true.”

“What’s that, little imposter?”

“That if a body isn’t burned, their soul can’t move onto another world.”

A sinister smile spread across my face. “Why do you think I made the throne of bones? Why I’m going to make you one with feathers to match?”

Red crept across her cheeks, and heat swept into her eyes. “I was thinking about Vagach, but that works too.”

My jaw immediately tightened at the thought of her deceased husband. That fucking slimy bastard who’d hurt her before she came to me. Every time she brought him up, this rage gripped me, and it wasn’t entirely the bond driving it anymore. She was mine and no one would dare question that—or harm her—and live. I’d only feel better once I’d had a chance to pummel his corpse myself.

“Would you like to add his bones to your throne?”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip in a move that was entirely too sexy. “Only if we can couple on it.”

My cock was harder than the rock we sat on immediately, and the bond purred with wicked delight. “Fuck, Assyria, you have no idea what that just did to me.”

“I think I can imagine,” she replied, her voice wanton. She returned her plate to the basket, then crawled toward me. All I could think about was her lips around me while she was on all fours.

I didn’t hesitate to shove all the food we still hadn’t eaten to the side to make room for the way I was about to ravish her instead. “Strip for me,” I ordered her, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Her fingers went to the fasteners on her jacket and popped them off one by one. She shrugged it off, revealing the thin tunic beneath. That she removed too, leaving only the bind around her breasts behind. My gaze was hungry as I raked it over every inch of her bare skin.

She stood, and I swept it over the curve of her hips, down her toned legs to her feet. She removed her boots next, leaving her toes bare and wiggling in the sun.

“Your hair too,” I rasped as that golden glow highlighted her again.

A small tug sent it unraveling. She hooked her thumbs in the waist of her pants and shimmied them down her legs, leaving her barely covered. The sun kissed her skin, and jealousy reared inside me like an ugly green beast.

Then she shook her head, letting the rest of the strands fly free. The wind tangled its fingers in the dark locks and mussed them.

I reached for her, cherishing how smooth her tan skin was under my calloused hands. Tugging her closer, I brought her waist to my lips and trailed them across her stomach. My tongue flicked out to taste the salt the breeze left behind. She braced her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as I gripped the backs of her thighs, giving them a hard squeeze.

“Fuck that feels good,” she moaned. I massaged again, the tension ebbing from her. With my teeth, I hooked the soft fabric covering her core and dragged it down. When it reached my hands, I rolled them the rest of the way and helped her step out of them.

When I looked up, our gazes clashed like two stars. Yet instead of the animosity we’d once held, only one endless, vibrant emotion passed between us: love.

I pressed a kiss just above her clit, savoring the heat of her body, the smell of her arousal, the way she responded to my touch.

I’d always known Assyria was the type of female I could crave if I let myself; yet now that I had, no amount of her would ever leave me satisfied. Fuck, I’d do anything for her, and I’d never seen myself as that type of male.

The depth of my love for her should have frightened me; after all, it was supposed to be a weakness, a liability. But now? It was the blade I’d carry into battle. It was what made me want to finish this fucking war once and for all so I could spend every day like this, with her.

“I love you, Assyria,” I murmured, brushing my lips over her upper legs before pushing them apart.

“And I love you, Rokath,” she replied, kneading my shoulders. I let out a groan of my own. Shadows spooled from my hands, wrapping her skin in a smoky sheet. Another shiver wracked her frame as I snaked them beneath the bind around her breasts and removed it. When it dropped to the ground, my mate was completely bare for me.

I never wanted her any other way.

Except for when other people were around.

Because she belonged only to me: before, now, and forever.

I eased backward, using my magic to bring Assyria with me until she was positioned over my face. A small whimper escaped her as I bathed her arms and torso in ebony, holding her exactly where I wanted her.

We might have been eating before, but now I was going to feast.

I lowered her until my beard brushed the insides of her thighs, and all I could taste, all I could smell, was her. Flattening my tongue, I ran it along the length of her, drawing another delicious sound from her throat.

“Rokath,” she groaned, her head tipping back. The sun gilded her frame. One reverent moment passed as I drank in the sight.

But I could wait no longer to taste her. My tongue speared inside her, and I groaned as her arousal flooded my mouth. Focusing on my power and the divinity of her simultaneously was a monumental task, but as her sounds grew louder and more desperate, my actions became a well-honed attack.

She was going to drown me in her release before I was finished with her.

Alternating between fucking her with my tongue and swirling it around her clit, I gave her everything she wanted and more. Her hips bucked, and I growled against her pussy. “Ride my face, Assyria. Make yourself come,” I commanded into her mind.

Sucking her pretty lips into my mouth, I tore more mewls from her throat. Then, my tongue sank into her core again. She rocked on top of me, grinding into my face.

“That’s it, little imposter. Keep going.”

She worked faster, and I gripped harder, sinking deeper into her cunt. My cock strained against my pants, begging for a reprieve from the ache of its confines.

The moment she came on my face, I was going to bury myself so fucking deep inside her.

Her walls fluttered, and I knew she was close. “You want an orgasm? Fucking take it from me. Give me your fire. Show me how you shatter.”

I dug my fingers into her hips, giving her a nip of pain to heighten her pleasure. She leaned backward, supported by ebony strands, and deepened the angle. My hand went to her stomach and pressed, chasing the perfect position to unravel her.

“Fuck, the way your beard feels between my thighs,” she moaned, hips rocking faster.

I licked, sucked, fucked her with my tongue like her release would save my life. “Come for me like you were made for it. Scream my name like you forgot every other word. Let all the worlds know who you belong to.”

A sharp breath slipped past her lips. Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks. And then, she exploded. Like a cracking whip, her spine arched and flattened. Her core clenched over my tongue, and then her release flooded my mouth. I groaned, drinking it down like a male dying of thirst.

I did not relent, even as she screamed, pleaded for me to stop. I wanted every last fucking drop. Only when I had my fill did I release my magic and shift her off my face. I wasted no time pulling her into my lap. She straddled me, completely bare while I was still fully clothed.

I captured her mouth in a passionate kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

“I need this off,” she spoke into my mind, gripping my tunic.

“Then take it off,” I told her. She wasted no time undoing the buttons and shoving it over my shoulders. The heat of the sun was immediate on my skin, but it was nothing compared to the embers radiating off my mate.

I broke our kiss only long enough to kick off my boots and remove my pants. Assyria licked her lips when she saw just how fucking hard I was for her. The tip of my dick dripped onto the blanket as I settled back down. Then, she was in my lap again and I was lining myself with her entrance. She looked down, watching with me as our bodies became one.

One like our souls. One like our lives. One like our bond.

We let out a groan together. “You’re so fucking tight. Made for me,” I managed to grind out.

“You’re so thick,” she whimpered as I pushed further.

I captured her waist to ensure she was where I wanted her. “You get me so fucking hard when you challenge me.” I thrust upward, sinking all the way in before withdrawing.

Assyria’s mouth dropped open in the most delicious O. I stuck my fingers in her mouth and pushed on her bottom teeth to keep it open. “I hate it and I love it. I want you to obey and I want you to fight. You drive me absolutely insane.”

She tried to close her mouth, but I pressed harder. Then, I thrust upward again, our skin slapping. “Just like that.”

Fire ignited in her eyes, and then she dug her nails into my chest and raked. I thickened even more inside her.

“You want me to fight? Then give me a fair chance,” she pushed into my mind.

A dark rumble, like an ominous thumber, escaped my chest. “Done.”

I released her mouth at the same time as I smashed her down on my dick. A small scream ripped from her throat as I hit the deepest part of her. Then, she shoved at my shoulders.

My arms tightened, holding her in place. Wetness dripped down my balls and slicked my groin. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as I tugged her breasts flush with my chest and raked my nose down the side of her neck. “Are you going to fight me or not?”

A whimper escaped her, and for a moment, I thought she’d given in.

Until a void of obsidian engulfed us, and suddenly, I was flat on my back on the blanket with Assyria towering over me.

“You have no idea what you just started,” I growled as she used her magic to pin me.

“Guess you should show me,” she teased. Her molten pupils captured me like nothing else could. The fact that she liked this, wanted this? Just further confirmation our bond was blessed.

Pitch black desire ravaged the space between us as I flashed her image after image of what I planned on doing to her once I conquered her. Her legs visibly pressed together.

“But you can’t do any of that if you can’t escape my magic,” she purred, a sly grin spreading across her face.

“Oh, little imposter, you really have no idea,” I replied. A heartbeat passed, and smoky strands of my power blazed my skin, battling against hers. Her eyes widened as I shattered the restraints like they were nothing more than glass and rose to my feet. We faced off, black swirling around us, even wilder than our desire.

I lashed out with mine, intending to capture her and pin her against the rocks. But she’d been training hard and blocked my attack with a slash of her magic. My cock throbbed. “Fuck, this is so much better than the first time you attempted to subdue me with your power. This time, the victory will be that much sweeter.”

“Who says you’ll win?” she quipped. Then, she struck, using multiple wisps to divert my attention. When one wrapped around my wrist, my shadows immediately responded, twining with hers. Too late, she realized she wouldn’t be able to untangle the onyx threads.

With a sinister chuckle, I tugged her forward, then directed her to her knees. She struggled for a moment before accepting defeat. Disappointment twinged in my chest. Until a smoky stream launched at my feet. I leaped into the air, calling on my wings. Her attack sailed beneath me, and I released my hold on her.

Her wings spouted from her back, and she joined me in the sky. She jerked to the right, drawing a reaction from me, before sailing past on my left. Deeper into the island she flew, her taunting snicker carrying on the wind.

A chase through the air?

My cock wept for it.

I shot after her. She banked left, I cut her off. She went up, and I stalked her there, reaching for her ankle. Her wings snapped shut, and I fell right after her, harder and faster than I’d fallen in love with her.

A wild laugh burst from her as she dove back toward the blanket. Throwing out a hand, I cast a net of obsidian mere feet in front of her, tangling her in the mess until I was ready to release her.

Wicked ecstasy heated my blood as I hovered over her, trying to decide what I wanted to do next. With a wave of my hand, the tendrils dissipated, and I caught her from behind, trapping her wings against her body.

Rearing back, I straightened so we were gazing out over the deep blue ocean. A small whimper escaped her as I dropped my hand to her low belly and brushed against her clit. The other hand wrapped around her throat and cut off the barest hint of air. Pinned against me like this, she was forced to rely on me to keep us aloft. “Got you, little imposter. Now it’s time to make you submit.”

I raked my teeth along the ridge of her wings while I dipped between her legs. “Fuck, you are soaked,” I groaned. It took no effort to slide them inside her. “Did you like fighting me until I caught you?”