Page 41 of Monsters of Air

“You could have handled me better.” He tucked his cock back into his pants and my heart sunk.

“So, you do like me.” I popped my hip and stepped forward.

“Jerking off to you doesn’t mean anything. You’re just convenient. An easy cunt to dream of.” He fixed his pants, flattening the bulge that was still there as he walked over to me.

His muskiness was heavier in the air. He stopped only inches away from me, staring down at me with those dark eyes still, clearly still feeling the high of cumming.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he growled.

“Like what?” I challenged, taking a step closer. I didn’t even feel the chill of the cave anymore.

“Like you really did wish your lips were wrapped around my cock.” His voice was strained, his hand hot as he placed it against my hip, his thumb dipping below the waistband of my skirt, wiggling underneath the fabric of my dress until he found skin.

I gasped as he pressed lower, as his hand slid in and pressed over me and toward the flood of wet that was between my legs.

“I…” I tried to get more out, but any words were lost as his palm slid over my mound, cupping my pussy and palming the wetness that was dripping from me.

“Oh, you want my cock to slide past these lips too.” I could only moan in answer, forcing myself not to buck into his hand the way that I wanted to. I moaned in a plea for his finger to explore, to touch.

But he just smiled and lifted his hand from me, the smell of my desire exploding everywhere.

“I don’t know anymore, Rayna. I would have claimed that wet puss over and over again… but now? Now I don’t know whose rider you are.” His smile faded as he held his hand to his nose, inhaling my scent before he ran his tongue over it, tasting my wetness that absolutely coated him. He inhaled sharply at the taste, wings and tail shivering.

“You still taste like mine. You still feel like mine. But maybe I want more. Maybe I deserve better. I deserve someone who is only mine. Who is strong enough for me.”

I was ready to bare myself to him and his cock right until that moment. Then he said that and I wanted to tie his damn cock in a knot.

“No one will ever be good enough for you,” I said in a low voice, trying to ignore the pain that was mixing with my foolish desire. “You have it built up in your head that you're worth more than you really are. You have all these ideals stuck in that pea brain of yours that you deserve only the best, but guess what? No one will care about your family background, that you’re some rich kid. You don’t get to choose your rider and that cockiness of yours will make sure no one will even want to contemplate being your rider. You are the one who isn’t worth it.”

His eyes flashed red, my heart cleaved against my chest. Part of me knew I shouldn’t have said it. But I really didn’t care. The bastard deserved it.

I stalked away from him, hating that I lashed out at him like that, hating how much I wanted to hurt him for hurting me. Most of all, hating myself for still wanting him. For still imagining myself going down on him, wrapping my mouth around his cock and tasting him. For letting him sink that impossibly long cock into me.

Everywhere.

I shouldn’t want someone who clearly didn’t want me.

But I couldn’t stop it either.

Chapter Fifteen

I stumbled for the twentieth time that day.

My palms slapped against the jagged rocks as I tried to keep myself from face planting, which I had also done more than once. The path was only getting steeper and soon, we’d be practically scaling the mountain. I wasn’t looking forward to that.

I was beginning to deeply miss my hometown. All the flat land, rolling hills. We didn’t have mountains to worry about. Or snow. Or wind that tried to kill you. It got cold, yes, or I thought it had. All of that cold was a nice spring day compared to the misery of these mountains. My nostrils were practically frozen as we walked and there was a constant puff of air in front of me as I panted, unable to draw in enough air.

My lungs ached with every breath, that was how bitterly cold it was getting. I had a feeling I was long past being cold, and I didn’t feel the extent of it because of how much we were moving. It felt like I’d freeze to death the moment I stopped.

All the while, we were stuck listening to the Fae try to taunt us. Philit was still dead set on getting answers. Zilon wanted to leave him behind. With every bit of nonsense that came out of his mouth I was starting to side with Zilon. He wasn’t telling us anything, he was just slowing us down, which we didn’t need. Who cares if handing over a Fae when we reached the academy would turn us into heroes. I wanted to get there with ten fingers and ten toes.

“Here’s another one,” Philit said, leaning over another stone tablet. The further up the mountain we went, the harder they were to read. I wasn’t even sure that the last one had any writing left.

“Can you read it?” Zilon asked.

Philit squinted his eyes, brushing away the accumulated dirt and snow on it. “Barely. Would it be worth it to fly?”

“In this weather? We wouldn’t be able to find a path if we did.” Zilon shook his head, both dragon’s looking at me.

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