Page 70 of A Trial of Fate

“Fine,” I grunted, not bothering to hide my disappointment. “I’ll fly with you.”

“Don’t sound too excited,” he answered with a deep chuckle in his chest. “Trust me… it’ll be worth it.”

“You’ve said that.”

I knew there were so many other things we should be discussing, but right now, none of them mattered to me. I just wanted to continue what we started.

Together, we climbed out my window and leaped onto the ground, rolling to catch our momentum so we would go unnoticed. Gilen gestured toward the woods, where a small clearing was on the other side of the trees. He grabbed my hand, and I felt sparks dance through my skin as I happily followed his lead. Once we dashed through the trees and were a safe enough distance from my house, Gilen stopped.

His chest heaved heavily, and I could see a slight nervousness creep into his confident exterior. He turned to face me and slowly began to remove his clothing.

I couldn’t help gawking at Gilen as he pulled his shirt over his head, his eyes never leaving mine as he watched me carefully. Broad shoulders filled his muscular frame with sculpted abdominals leading down to a deep V shape at the top of his narrowed hips. He slowly, almost too slowly, pulled at the drawstring of his pants, and I felt my heart rate accelerate out through my chest.

A heated grin turned at the corner of his mouth, and I realized he was enjoying this slow reveal almost as much as I was. With one swift pull of the tie on his waist, his pants began to fall, but he shiftedtoo damn quickly to reveal anything below his hips.

“Tease,” I murmured as I scowled and furrowed my brow. The majestic roc squawked in amusement and rolled its large golden head in my direction. “So, I just climb on up?”

Gilen bobbed his tan and gold feathered head, holding my stare with the same honey-colored eyes he held in his human form. He bent his legs and lowered himself to the ground. A massive wing extended outward so I could easily ascend onto his back.

I climbed up and awkwardly wrapped my arms around the base of his neck, clenching his feathers tightly with my hands and thighs. He cooed to me and, in a flash, leaped off the ground, wildly soaring through the air. I kept my eyes shut and clutched onto his golden, black-tipped feathers near his neck for dear life.

Once in the air, Gilen squealed at me, and I finally swallowed my fear and opened my eyes.

The breathtaking beauty of flying in the sky was unlike anything I ever hoped I would experience. My animal was alive inside my chest. She rattled against the confines of my human skin, power rushing through my limbs with a sense of joy and euphoria. I spread my arms wide, letting the air circle around me, and drifted into this feeling of freedom. Flying felt so natural, so peaceful. I always had a difficult time guessing what form my animal would take one day, but this experience confirmed one thing. We were made for the open sky.

Gilen glided over our pack’s territory, soaring high into the clouds before diving back to earth. I laughed with pure bliss, enjoying every second of this experience with him.

The meadow from our full moon gathering came into view, and Gilen gracefully swooped down to land in the tall grass. He lowered his wing, allowing me to slide from his back and onto the ground. I twirled around in circles and squealed with pure joy like a small child. The thrill of flying cleared away my sadness and gave me a rush unlike anything else I had ever felt.

“I knew you would love flying,” Gilen said, shifting back into his human form.

I turned to look at him and saw… all of him. He had carried his clothes in his clutched talons, but he hadn’t put any of them back on. The desire in my center sizzled as my breath quickened with each step he took in my direction. I swallowed heavily as his heated gaze bore into me, making the world around us disappear.

He pushed back his dark, wavy blond hair and coyly smiled at me. “You… you did like it, right?”

“Correction… I loved flying,” I answered.

Ignoring any lingering reservations I might have had, I crossed the distance between us, throwing caution to the wind, and launched myself into Gilen’s arms. I kissed him, hungry for the passion and heat I thought only he could give me. Gilen groaned as he eagerly returned my kiss, thoroughly running his hands over the curves of my body. His breath quickened as our kiss deepened as we laid down together in the meadow.

I boldly reached down and caressed his muscular body until I found his hardened length with my fingers. I traced my hands along the V-shaped muscles of his lower stomach before gripping his manhood firmly with the palm of my hand. Gilen inhaled a sharp breath and pulled back in surprise, a sensual moan escaping the corners of his decadent mouth.

“You like this?” I asked as I began stroking him. I moved slowly at first, beginning at the base of his erection and caressing him until I reached the soft tip. I paused, bringing my fingers to my lips to lick them before returning to his hard cock.

His eyes were heavy as his head fell back. “Fuck, yes. Gods, Sky… That feels amazing.”

A surge of pride filled my chest as I pumped him faster, using the beads of liquid that dripped from the tip to help lubricate my hand. His hips rocked in rhythm with me. It thrilled me to know he was this responsive to my touch. I moved my free hand beneath the waistline of my own pants and began to play with myself while I worked him.

“Allow me,” Gilen growled as he cracked open his eyes, realizing what I was doing. I felt an explosion of pleasure rocket across my flesh as his fingers found mine and replaced them. “Like this?” he asked in a gravelly voice. “Is this how you like to touch yourself when you think no one is watching?” His fingers vibrated against my apex, circling my clit with the same rhythm as my hand on his cock.

“Yes,” I moaned as the build-up of pleasure continued to rise. Fuck, I needed this. I needed him.

“Take off your shirt,” Gilen demanded.

I released him and quickly pulled my shirt over my head. Immediately, Gilen latched onto my exposed breasts, meticulously sucking my nipples until they were firm to a point. His fingers, now soaked from my arousal, easily slipped between my folds. His kiss deepened, rolling my hardened nub in his mouth and around his teethas he plunged his fingers inside of me.

“Oh… Gods, Gilen!” I screamed, unable to silence my moan of pleasure.

“These next,” he added, taking the lead and stripping my pants free from my body.

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