Page 65 of Heron's Flame

My fingers sought her slick center, sliding through her slit to find that perfect, warm, tight place I loved. Seeing her naked and feeling her wet pussy, weeping and ready for me, I couldn’t wait to bury inside her. With a hard thrust, I entered her as her legs wrapped around my waist.

I’d never done anything this erotic as watching her bounce up and down on my cock, lifting and lowering her body with my hands on her hips while my wings kept us in the air. Every thrust seemed to drive deeper into her, filling her in a way that turned us both on. Being in the air, gravity and the angle heightened the pleasure.

I didn’t think of the time. All I knew was how it felt to make love to Rebel. To hold her again. To feel her pussy tighten around me and milk my cock. She came so fucking hard that I felt our combined fluids leaking into the air.

I kissed her as she rocked into me and claimed her mouth, thrusting my tongue in the same relentless rhythm as my cock. The punishing pace kept her gripping my shaft, and when I couldn’t hold out any longer, I threw my head back and shouted her name.

My phoenix burst free as I came, flames flying from his wings and casting red and golden lights into the darkened sky. Night had fallen, and a cemetery reflected the moon’s shadow below us. Headstones lined the narrow rows, but I only focused on the onyx wings of my brethren. Crows cawed and joined us, witnessing our union with praise.

I couldn’t help but chuckle when Rebel blushed.

“Are they celebrating that we fucked in the sky?”

“Yes, and that we brought pleasure and completion to one another.”

“I have no idea what to say to that.”

“I’ll just kiss you so you don’t have to,” I snickered. My lips molded to hers, and I swept my tongue inside, enjoying her soft moan in response.

The flames shielded us from any human eyes, and the magic of my phoenix concealed us. No one would know what happened on this night except us. And the crows.

“The others are out there,” I revealed to Rebel.

“The others?”

“The phoenix odyssey. My family.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, Heron. That’s wonderful!”

“We’re going to visit them.”

“When?”

“Soon. I promise.”

As I stared at Rebel, surrounded by my crow and phoenix, there wasn’t anywhere I’d rather be than right here, this moment, with my mate. She made me feel alive. Worthy. Loved. I’d risen from the ashes to come back to her, but I’d also crawled from the darkest depths of sorrow and anger to find her.

Like all those dreams I’d had of her kept me in a drowsy state, but I fully awakened the first day we met. Weird, but it also felt right. And now, the last pieces had fallen into place.

I had my club. My mate. My crow. And now, my phoenix.

I formed my own family and found one among the crows and the Devil’s Murder MC. I’d found my home in Rebel.

I was a lucky man.

Happiness surged through my body, and I held Rebel, feeling her soft skin against mine. We’d make babies together and form our own odyssey along with the murder. When my biological parents joined us, I’d feel complete.

Epilogue Heron

“You ready?” I asked, clasping Rebel’s hand in mine. The added piece of jewelry she wore made me smile. When I asked what type of ring she wanted, Rebel quickly answered.

A fire opal.

It seemed appropriate. And now, she wore it on her left hand, a symbol of our love and recent engagement.

“Yes! I’m so excited for you.”

That made two of us.

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