Page 58 of Wings of Death

“So, what’s going on here?” she asks Kyle, arching a brow as her black wings disappear into her back.

He watches the movement, a deep longing in his gaze that tugs at my heart. I really need to come up with a plan to get his wings back, and soon.

“Just practicing our powers,” he tells her, and I can sense his guard is up.

She takes a step closer to him. “You know we can train you in Zarquon, right? We have the best trainers in all the Kingdoms.”

I snort and quickly clear my throat, hoping they didn’t notice. Em glares at me.

“When I get my wings back, I will come home,” he says, and my heart drops.

What will happen once he returns home? Will he want to just stay there?

Em catches the look on my face and smirks. “Well then, we’d better get them back. Black wings will look great on you,” she taunts me, rubbing Kyle’s arm.

I narrow my eyes at her. She’s trying to get to me, and although it may be working, I’m not about to let her see that. Just because Kyle’s wings will be black doesn’t mean things between us will have to end.

“Thanks,” he says. “Zarla and I are working on that.” He slips his hand around mine, linking our fingers, and her gaze drops to the movement.

“Your mother and father await your return, so do hurry up, Zarla, or I will take him back to Zarquon and figure it out myself.”

And with that, her black wings spring free, and she shoots off up into the sky.

My fists ball at my sides as my body tenses at her words. Gods above, I hate her.

“So, what can we do about my wings?” Kyle asks.

The warmth from the fire soothes the annoyance plaguing my mind caused by Em, and I relax against him on the couch. “I’ll find answers in Silanthia. I’m sure of it.”

Kyle rubs my back. “Can I see your wings? I know I’ve seen them before, but not up close.”

There’s a pained look in his eyes, a longing to have his wings back that cuts through me, and I can only imagine how hard it must be for him to know he’s an angel, but to have no wings.

I stand and move away from the fire. Although my wings are large, there’s enough room inside to show him. I face away from him and allow them to spring free.

Kyle gasps, and I hear him slip off the couch and walk toward me. His fingers trace down my spine and across my left wing, and I shiver at his touch. Angel wings are very sensitive, feelingeven the slightest touch. His lips press against my shoulder as he steps closer.

“They’re beautiful,” he whispers, his breath warm against my skin.

I close my eyes, enjoying his touch, and then I turn to face him, settling my wings at my sides.

He reaches a hand up and glides it over my cheek as his eyes search mine. “You take my breath away.”

His blue eyes bore into mine, and our lips collide as a deep hunger builds within me. I wind my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He tastes wonderful. His mouth moves against mine, and he nips at my bottom lip. My wings disappear into my back, and he lifts me as I wrap my legs around his waist.

He guides me back to the couch and tugs me into his lap as I straddle him, and then he yanks his T-shirt over his head. I pull back, studying his smooth, toned chest as I glide my hands over his skin.

He cups my face, stealing my focus for a moment. “You’re beautiful, Zarla,” he breathes.

He plants kisses across my cheek and down my neck as I lean back, allowing him the freedom to explore. His hands move up the sides of my leather corset, and he searches for a way to remove it. I reach around and untie it, and then I throw it off to the side, exposing my breasts.

He takes them in his hands and gently squeezes them, pinching my nipples, before pulling one into his mouth. I let out a soft moan at the sensation. His desire presses between my legs, and I rock my hips against him as he lets out a groan.

“Oh, fuck…” he breathes, closing his eyes.

I lean down and kiss him once more, tasting him, before sucking at a spot on his neck. I continue to rock my hips as heat builds in my core. Gods above, it feels good. He reaches around and grabs my ass, guiding my hips as they rock against him,before he flips me onto my back on the couch. He tugs at my pants, and I arch up off the couch as he removes them. Desire fills his eyes as he scans my body.

He runs his hands up my thighs and parts them gently. I have never been with a male like this before, and although my mind is unsure what to do, my body knows. He presses kisses along my inner thigh before moving back and pulling me into his lap, where I straddle him once more. He moves my panties to the side and slides a finger inside me, and I dig my nails into his shoulders as a soft moan escapes my lips.

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