Page 102 of Wings of Death

Apollon nods at me. “Nice to meet you, Zarla,” he says before walking back into the castle.

Zeta takes my hand. “If Kyle hasn’t already, have him show you around the castle. It truly is magnificent. We shall meet for a feast at dusk.”

She gives my hand a small squeeze and then heads back into the castle.

I let out a long breath. “Wow. That was okay, actually. Although I don’t think your father likes me.”

Kyle chuckles and pulls me toward the castle. “Oh, he’s like that with everyone. Don’t take it personally. He’s got a hard shell, but it can be cracked.”

Over the next two hours, Kyle shows me around his castle. We visit their enormous library, which I’m amazed to find is bigger than ours. There’s a large indoor underground swimming pool carved into the sandstone with swim-through caves, and a maze of rooms that spans over four stories.

There’s a mysterious element to the castle, as if it has a mind of its own. Kyle explains how sometimes it speaks to you in your mind, and the thought sends chills down my spine.

We eventually find our way back to Kyle’s room to get ready for tonight’s feast, and I’m thankful to have him with me or I’d probably get lost. The feast is in an hour’s time, and I have no idea what I’m supposed to wear, but somehow know there will be a dress waiting for me.

Sure enough, there is. Laid out across the bed is a deep-green sleeveless gown with a plunging neckline.

“Okay, who keeps leaving me clothes?” I ask.

Kyle laughs. “Probably one of our keepers. It’ll be my mother’s doing, no doubt.”

Kyle threads his fingers through mine and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Thanks for today. I had fun showing you around my Kingdom.”

My heart warms hearing those words from him. “I did as well. Thanks for showing me.”

We stare into one another’s eyes, and I can sense his deep desire for me, as it mirrors my own for him. His hand snakes around the back of my neck as our lips crash in a passionate frenzy, and I get lost in his touch. I frantically undo the buttons of his shirt, and he eventually breaks the kiss to yank it off and toss it aside.

He watches me through lust-filled eyes as I slowly slip the straps of my dress over my shoulders and let it puddle at my feet. I don’t feel nervous being this exposed around him. It feels natural. I run my hands over the rippled muscles of his chest as he unbuttons his shorts and they drop to his feet. My focus falls to his waist, and heat rises inside me, flowing between my legs. I wet my lips as he traces his eyes over my body.

He takes my face between his hands, stealing my focus. “You’re so beautiful, Zarla,” he whispers. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”

Butterflies swirl in my stomach, and his lips find mine as he slips his large hands around my ass and lifts me. I curl my legs around his waist, and without breaking the kiss, he carries me into the bathroom. He sets me down outside the shower and flicks it on, and then he tugs me under the warm spray. His hands move over my body, kissing and nipping at my skin. I let out a soft moan as he pulls my nipple into his mouth and presses me against the tiled wall.

I dig my nails into his back and he sucks and nips my nipple. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I arch my back. He moves down my body, pressing kisses along my stomach and then across my inner thigh. His eyes lock with mine, and he settlesbetween my legs, lifting one to rest on his shoulder, and I take in rapid breaths in anticipation. I’ve never been intimate like this with a male before, and although I don’t know what to expect, I trust Kyle.

Warm water cascades down my body as his tongue finds my core. I cry out, threading my hand through his hair. Pleasure unlike anything I’ve felt before wracks my body as he licks and sucks my delicate skin, flicking his tongue over my clit. There’s an ache building in my core, and I find myself needing more.

“Oh gods… Please, Kyle,” I plead through rapid breaths.

Knowing exactly what I need, he slips a finger inside, and I moan as he moves it within me. He reaches his other hand around and grabs my ass as his tongue licks at my clit.

“Ohh…” I moan, gripping his hair between my fingers.

I want him. I need him, more than I have ever needed anything before.

Something is building within me, the same feeling as the last time Kyle had his finger inside me. I bite my bottom lip at the memory as he slips another finger in, stretching me farther, and moving them faster and faster. The pleasure is so intense my legs grow weak as my hips buck against him. And then I erupt as waves of pleasure crash over me, and I cry out in ecstasy.

He lowers my leg down and stands, pressing his body against mine as he licks his lips before letting the warm water wash over his face. I watch him as my breathing calms, and a strong sense of desire makes me pull him closer. I kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue.

“I love watching you come undone,” he whispers in my ear, “and I can’t wait to take you as my mate. But with the way you’re looking at me, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you right here in the shower. I don’t want to rush this, and we’ve got a feast to get to.”

He hands me a towel, and I bite my bottom lip as he wraps another towel around his waist. I reluctantly do the same, all the while envisioning what it will feel like to have him inside me. To become one. To become bonded mates.

His gaze catches mine, and he gives me a knowing look. “We’ll find the right time. I’ll make sure of it,” he whispers and then presses a kiss to my cheek before leaving the bathroom.

The right time could have been now, but I agree. It will be my first time, and I don’t want to rush it. It sends warmth through my heart, knowing Kyle cares about that just as much as I do.

The right time will come, and hopefully soon, I tell myself.

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