Page 33 of Wings of Betrayal

I leap up and down with excitement and clap my hands, and he laughs.

“You’re adorable,” he says and plants a kiss on my cheek. “I’d better let my parents know so they don’t send a search party looking for me.”

“Okay, probably a good idea.”

He pulls me closer, taking my face between his hands, and kisses me. “I’ll meet you on the other side.”

He leans down and presses his forehead against mine for a moment before heading off to find his parents. I step through the gateway and back into Silanthia to wait for him in the Dark Forest. Less than thirty minutes later, the gateway glows, and then Kyle crosses through it into the clearing.

He pulls me into his chest for a brief hug. “Hey.”

My heart warms at simply being in his presence. “Everything go okay?”

He presses his lips together, and I’m guessing it may not have gone as well as he hoped.

“My father didn’t think it was a good idea to come here, but he understands why I needed to.”

Great. His father already seems to dislike me. I hope this doesn’t make it worse.

Sensing my concern, Kyle rubs my cheek. “Don’t worry. He doesn’t blame you. He just doesn’t trust the angels here, that’s all.”

That’s not great, either. We all need to learn to trust one another if we’re going to get through whatever’s going on with these lost ones. But I understand his hesitation. After what Hethenos did to Kyle, I don’t blame his father for not trusting us.

“Why don’t you take me to your castle?” he suggests, pulling me from my thoughts.

I release my wings, and he shoots me a wink then releases his. I take off into the sky, and he follows alongside me. It’s nice not having to hide him under my veil like the last time he was here.

His dark hair blows gently in the breeze, and he’s just as gorgeous from the side as he is from the front. He catches me gawking at him, which flushes my cheeks. I quickly refocus my attention to where we’re going, and soon we land on my balcony.

Yeah, it’s a bit of a cowardly move not going through the main entrance, but I just don’t want to see Harlum, or especially Amaros, just yet. I know Amaros will be difficult to deal with, not to mention rude to Kyle. Their last run-in after the explosion at the Great Hall didn’t go well, and I know he hates Kyle because I believe him to be my fated mate.

Tough shit, Amaros.

Kyle follows me into my quarters, and we’re barely through the door before his hands are on me, and he’s lifting me into his arms. Our lips crash in a passionate frenzy, and we fall back onto my bed. He removes my leathers quickly, exposing me to him before tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. My focus drops to the rippled muscles of his chest and abs. He looks like a god, now more than ever. I wet my lips as I take him in, my gorgeous archangel.

He pulls back, and his eyes practically glow a pale blue as his lustful gaze scans my body.

“Remember how I wanted to wait to do this once you remembered me?” He plants his hands on either side of my head and leans down to kiss me again. Only this time he takes it slowly, gently exploring my mouth with his tongue.

Gods above, he tastes so damn good. He cups my breast and pinches my nipple, and I arch up off the bed as a soft moan escapes my lips.

A low growl rumbles in his chest, and I shiver in response. This male is pure dominance, and I can scent his desire for me. His need to claim me. And I want him to. I need him to.

He settles between my legs, and his hard length strains through his leather pants. He kisses his way down my body and hovers at my thighs. Without breaking eye contact, he slips his fingers under the band of my underwear and tugs them down my legs.

He spreads my legs apart and plants kisses along my inner thigh. His breath is warm against my delicate folds as he swipes his tongue over my core. I buck up off the bed and grip the covers while he swipes his tongue over my clit before he slips a finger inside me. By the gods, it feels good, and I moan his name in response.

A knock at the door startles us both.

“Zarla?” Amaros’s voice sounds through the door.

Kyle and I stare at one another, and he narrows his eyes before climbing off me and tugging his shirt back on. I find my clothes and shuffle myself back into them quickly.

Bastard. Of course he has to interrupt at the worst possible time. We should’ve pretended we weren’t in here, although it would have been bad if he had come in anyway.

“Zarla, you in there?”

“Give me a second!” I call out angrily before turning to Kyle. “We need to finish this again soon, okay?”

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