Page 98 of Wings of Betrayal

He undresses himself while I stare at him, and my focus drops to his ass. He dives into the water and resurfaces moments later with a cheeky smirk, then he shakes his head, flicking his wet hair off to the side. “The water’s warm. Join me?”

I reach around my back and untie my leather corset while Kyle’s focus remains on me the entire time. I tug my pants off, and he licks his lips when I step up to the edge of the rocks and then dive in.

He’s right; the wateriswarm, like a lukewarm bath, that soothes my skin.

He swims toward me and rests his hands on my waist as he stares into my eyes.

“You’re gorgeous,” he tells me, and I slide my arms behind his neck and wrap my legs around his waist.

He kisses me and gently maneuvers my mouth open as his tongue moves with mine. Gods above, he tastes good. He deepens our kiss and then pulls me through the water toward the edge of the cave pool.

“I love you,” he whispers. “And I’m happy you found your father. I only hope he is a male of worth and comes to find you.”

“As do I.”

He lifts me up onto a shallow rock where the water sits waist deep. “But you should not have gone to Galespo on your own. Promise me you won’t do that again?”

I trace my fingers over his dragon marking on his chest. Although it’s hard for me to make such promises, I know he’s right. I was lucky I met Grazen, and next time I may not be so lucky.

“I know. And I won’t, I promise. But it was fine. Grazen helped me.”

A low growl rumbles in his chest.

I chuckle. “I like how protective you are, but it was honestly fine.”

“Did he touch you?” he asks, darkness shadowing his eyes.

Oh crap. I don’t want to lie, but telling him the truth may not go down so well. I bite my lip, and he grits his teeth.

“He tried, but I didn’t allow him to.”

He grips the rocks on either side of me and squeezes them, breaking off two large chunks of stone that crumble into the water around us.

I cup his cheek. “I didn’t allow him to.”

He somewhat roughly takes my face between his hands, showing a side of himself that races my heart into a frenzy. A protective and possessive side. “I believe you. But I don’t trust him. Or any other watcher. Tell me what happened with him.”

Gods above, this could go either way. But if he wants to know, then I’m going to tell him. All of it.

“He took me to a bar and told me Atticus goes there from time to time. We waited, and Atticus came in. He spotted me and then took me out the back. He said he wasn’t my father and left, but I know he is. I went back in to find him, but he was gone.

“Then Grazen and I had a couple more drinks, but it got busy, and the other watchers were getting a bit out of hand. Grazen fought them, and then we left. I don’t recall much else, but Iawoke in a bed in an unfamiliar room. He saved me and took me back to his place.”

Kyle growls again then pushes off from where I’m seated and slams his fist into the stone wall, cracking it. Several pieces flake off into the water.

“He didn’t sleep in the bed with me, but if it weren’t for him, gods only know what could have happened to me. He looked after me, and he had valuable information. He is a good one. Trust me.”

Kyle sucks in a deep breath and then lets it out in a huff as he moves through the water. “Okay. I trust you, so if you trust him, then I do, too. But please, do not venture there again without me or someone else. Grazen may be a male of worth, but you cannot guarantee he will always be there to protect you.”

I nod. “I can see now that it was stupid.”

He moves in close between my legs, slides his hands up my thighs, and grabs hold of my waist, his face only inches from mine as he searches my eyes. The hunger in his gaze matches my own, and something ignites inside me. I grab his neck, pull him in the last few inches, and slam my lips against his. As I taste him, I knot my fingers in hair. He pulls back just enough to plant kisses down my jaw and over my neck, and a moan escapes my lips.

“Mmm… I like when you make that sound,” he says in a husky tone.

I lick my lips, and he tugs me off the rock and into the depths of the warm water. He pulls me to the far side where there’s a shallow stone ledge, sits down, and tugs me into his lap. Straddling him, I lean down and kiss his neck, dragging my tongue over his skin, tasting him.

His hard length presses against my lower stomach, and I reach between us and stroke him.

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