Page 62 of Silent Jay

Instead of plummeting, she managed to spread her arms and legs, controlling her fall like a trained skydiver. With a thump, I collided with her back and wrapped my arms around her waist before snapping my wings back out to slow us further. She shook like a leaf. Her heart raced as she turned to cling to me. I skimmed the top of the forest, catching an updraft and bringing us back to a leisurely soar.

“Feck, Wiggles. I just thought…” I trailed off, unable to voice my sudden stupidity.

She didn’t gain anything from any of this. She’d been miserable as Betty. The first time I mentioned kids, she’d told me she couldn't have them. If her goal was to trap me, she wouldn’t have come clean.

A headache pinched behind my eyes. I didn’t usually have to think this much.

Wiggles let out a squeak. She released her death grip on me, only to wrap her legs around my waist and squeeze. I purred, loving the feel of her thighs caging in my hips. I looked down at her face just as her arm pulled back, and she slapped me hard. The sound of it rang in my ears, and hot pain washed over me.

My wings dipped, and I struggled to keep us in the air.

“Squeak, squeak squeak squeak squeak,” she yelled into my face.

“I didn’t trust you!” I grabbed her fist before she hit me again. “And I should have.”

Her eyes gleamed, and a grin kept pulling at her angry scowl. As much as I might have scared her, she felt a rush from falling. I filed that away for later when she didn’t look like she would murder me midair.

I shifted her in my grip. “What do you want from me?”

“Squeak,” she huffed, rolling her eyes.

I gritted my teeth and released her hand. She wanted me to trust her. I wanted to trust her, but unlike my mark on her neck, trust wasn’t something I could burn into either of us.

“You can still express a lot with those squeaks, though,” I pumped my wings, and she squeezed her thighs tighter around me to keep her balance. My dick twitched happily. “I mean, we’ve been flying for all of five minutes, and I’ve heard at least six different ones.” I narrowed my eyes at her scowling face. “Tell me something in squeak.”

“Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak,” she said, punctuating each squeak with a poke to my chest.

“I am not a toy,” I guessed, raising an eyebrow. “Or maybe, don’t scare me again, sweetheart?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Okay, don’t drop me again, sweetheart,” I amended. “But I wouldn’t let you fall, for real. You weren’t in any danger.”

She shook her head, shivering again. “Squeak.”

“Hmm.” I wrapped her upper body back in my arms, and she greedily stole my body heat. “Just one word. So, it’s not, ‘I knew you wouldn’t drop me, baby.’”

She kicked my butt with one of her heels, not moving away from my chest. Her cold, hard nipples made blood rush for my dick, and I wondered what it would be like to fuck her mid-flight.

I put that idea aside for later. “One word.” I rubbed her back. “Give me a hint. Does it rhyme with anything?”

She squeaked into my neck.

“Oh, baby, we need to work on your rhyming,” I grinned, and she bumped my butt again.

I laughed.

The peak of the volcanic mountain that shaped our island came into view, and my heart fell. Fricking Rehan, I just needed more time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

JAIYANA

Tyson was fucking infuriating, and I hated how much his incredibly wrong interpretations of my squeaks made me laugh. The minute his feet hit the ground, I wiggled out of his arms, intent on giving him a black eye, but he was already up in the air.

Not quite a cliff, the steep side of a mountain sprawled before me, and jumping to try and nail him would either kill me or end up with his arms wrapped around me, saving my ass again.

Jump!

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