Page 21 of Angel of Ruin

"You're mine now, little nexari," I growl, my voice rough with desire.

Lifting her up in my arms, I grip Lyra's thighs, her legs wrapping tight around my waist. She clings to me, her eyes burning with the same fire that's consuming me. This little human is driving me insane, pushing every fucking button I have, and I can't get enough.

"Hold on," I growl, my voice rough with need. Her nails dig into my shoulders, sending a sharp, delicious pain through me.I slam her back against the wall, my hips grinding against hers, our bodies fighting for dominance.

She gasps, her breath hot on my skin. "What are you waiting for, Sariel?" she challenges, her voice a husky whisper.

A snarl rips from my throat. This fucking woman. I grip her hips, positioning her just right, and then I thrust into her, hard and deep. She cries out, her body arching against mine, her fingers digging into my skin.

Everything about this is a fight. Our bodies clash, our breaths come in ragged gasps, and our eyes lock in a battle of wills. But fuck, it feels so damn right. Her heat surrounds me, her body gripping mine like a vice, and I can't get enough.

I pound into her, each thrust harder than the last. She meets me stroke for stroke, her hips bucking against mine, her body demanding more. Her hands explore my body, her touch both tentative and bold. She runs her fingers along the underside of my wings, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

No one's ever touched me there. It's intimate, too fucking intimate, but with her, it feels right. I groan, my grip on her tightening, my cock pulsing inside her. She gasps, her body clenching around me, her eyes wild with need.

"Sariel," she moans, her voice a desperate plea.

"Come for me, little nexari," I demand, my voice rough with need. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."

Her body shudders, her eyes roll back, and she screams my name as she comes. Her body convulses around me, her heat pulsing, and it's enough to send me over the edge. I roar, my release crashing through me, my cock throbbing as I spill into her.

Our bodies shudder together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, and I can feel her heart pounding against my chest. Wecling to each other, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts racing in sync.

This little human has just rocked my fucking world, and I don't know if I'll ever be the same.

I set Lyra down, her legs shaky as they touch the floor. She stares at me, eyes wide, mouth agape. For a moment, we just stand there, the gravity of what just happened settling over us.

Lyra snaps out of it first, scrambling to gather her clothes. She dresses quickly, fumbling with the fabric, refusing to meet my eyes. I watch her, my body still thrumming from our encounter, unable to form words.

She rushes out without a backward glance, the door slamming behind her. I let her go, knowing I should stop her, but unable to piece together what just happened. It's a moment of weakness, that's all, but I shouldn't have. My wings droop, suddenly heavy on my back.

I lean against the door, my forehead pressing against the cool wood. What the fuck did I just do?

Footsteps echo in the corridor outside. Two xaphan, their voices low but clear through the thin walls.

"We need to take out more humans in the next trial," one says. "It's too easy. They're lasting longer than expected."

"Agreed," the other replies. "I've got a plan to sabotage the equipment for a few of them. Should thin the herd nicely."

My fists clench at my sides. This is nothing new. We've always rigged the trials, ensuring humans fail. It's our duty, our right as the superior race. So why does it suddenly feel so wrong?

Lyra's determined face flashes in my mind. Her strength, her resilience. The way she fights, not just for herself, but for others. She's nothing like what I've been taught humans are.

I push away from the door, pacing the room. My duty is clear. I should be helping plan how to eliminate more humans, how to make the trials harder, more deadly. It's what I've always done.

But the thought of Lyra broken and bleeding on the ground makes my stomach churn. I can't let that happen. I won't.

I need to keep a closer eye on her during the remaining trials. To protect her, yes, but also... to understand. To figure out why she affects me this way, why she's making me question everything I thought I knew.

Humans are supposed to be weak, selfish creatures. Not worth our time or consideration. But Lyra... she's different.

I don't give a fuck about the rest of the humans. Like most of this world, they can fuck off.

But my little nexari… Fuck, I don't know if I can give her up. What I just did was dangerous — not because of the trials. No one would care that I fucked a little human.

It's the way I want to go after her, the way I'm already craving another taste, the way I swooped in and saved her today even if it was under the pretense that they can only die for an audience when I know that's not why I did…

Shit, I am fucked.

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