Page 21 of Luca

It didn’t work.

Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, and we were glued together with barely a gap for our chests to inflate. It was a sensory overload. Cair smelled warm and sexy, and was showing far too much of his perfect body with that deep vee in his linen shirt and those tight trousers. And don’t get me started on the slutty pirate boots. I couldn’t be blamed, and against my will, my hips rolled forward, a stuttered moan catching on my tongue as my cock met with a slight bulge.

“Fuck.”

“Sweetheart…” Cair’s menacing growl echoed in my ear, jolting me from my inner turmoil—and from mindlessly rutting against him. “Do you have any idea how distracting you smell right now?”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against his chest. “I can’t help it. You’re so fucking impressive, and it’s making me horny.”

His dark chuckle reverberated right to my toes. “It’s alright. Take what you need, little one,” he said before tacking on, “As long as you come before we reach the top. Or you might faint.”

I should have taken that as the warning it was probably intended to be, a reason to settle down and behave myself, but the crossed wires in my head saw it as a challenge. It turned me on even more knowing there was a time limit, and the added danger of possibly blacking out made my cock throb. No self-preservation to be seen. It wasn’t something we’d tried before, fucking in the sky, and I needed no further motivation than that to begin grinding against him with more purpose, chasing the pleasure twisting in my core.

My thighs tightened around his waist, adding to the friction. It was a little painful, the scrape of my pants rough against the sensitive skin, but it was good.So fucking good. And if I weren’t feverish with determination and desire, I’d have been embarrassed by how close I already was to ruining my underwear. There was even wetness pooling under the tip, and I could tell by the way Cair snarled that he could feel and smell it soaking through both of our clothes. It was heady, knowing he was just as affected as I was. The thick steel bar I rubbed against and his bruising grip on my back were proof enough.

And it was even more incentive totake.

It was common sense not to look down from a great height, but at that moment, I was a sucker for torment, and I craved the rush. We were so far from where we’d started that I couldn’t make out the gap in the forest we’d wandered through. The palace was smaller than a dollhouse, and my imagination ran wild. If the cover tying me in place snapped, if Cair’s hands slipped, I’d fall all that way—like Alice diving down the rabbit hole, only Wonderland wouldn’t be my destination. My cock drooled even more.

It wouldn’t happen, and even if it did, my mate would catch me before I hit the ground, but that fake scenario frightened and intrigued me. It had my anxiety flaring but also dialed up my horniness to a thousand and ten percent.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Glancing up, I saw the sharp, rocky peak advancing, faster and faster. I gasped, clinging to Cair’s shoulders, his back, his arms, wherever I could reach to use as leverage for each stilted buck of my hips. My dick would be rubbed raw, but I didn’t care. I dragged the length up and down, pressing in tight and whimpering as the tip grazed every crease in the crotch of my pants. One of Cair’s hands slid from my back down to my ass, steering my hips faster, spurring my movements on with a sense of panicked urgency.

“Almost at the top,” he murmured—a warning, an incitement.A fucking plea. “I need you to come, sweetheart.” He held me tighter, as if preparing for a deadweight. “You can do it.”

I bit a piece of Cair’s shirt, needing another outlet as my nerves buzzed, raw and ready to break. Desperate grunts came through my gritted teeth as I rode him frantically, my rhythm non-existent as he ascended higher and higher. The roar of his wings was like thunder in my ears, the air like a whip against my skin. The change in altitude, even at a gradual incline, had my belly swooping up into my throat and my head drifting, light and woozy, but I didn’t dare stop. I was too close to stop. My dick was throbbing, the knot in my gut was tightening, and I was enslaved by the need to release it.

Almost at the top.

My muscles grew taut, my body wound so tight with arousal and anticipation that I could hardly breathe—or maybe that was the thin air. There was nothing in my head except danger and sex andmate. My legs were trembling, white spots were dancing in my vision, and the dull, chafing ache in my cock was secondary to the taste I had of sweet relief.

Almost.

At.

The…

We reached the top, and the cry that tore from my throat was somehow silent as I came harder than I ever had before. My eyes rolled, tremors of mind-numbing pleasure coursing through me, making me drift in and out of consciousness. I was agitated yet enthralled by the heightened sensation, equal parts yielding to its overwhelming seduction and attempting to escape it. Everything was too much, too dizzying, but alsointoxicating.I couldn’t find the perfect balance.

Cair plummeted over the other side, the descent much faster than the rise had been, and the relief was almost instantaneous. The aftershocks became smooth and lingering instead of sharp and achy. I wanted to sag against him, to ride out the euphoric high, but I couldn’t. I had to cling on, to stay tense around him, even if it took the last shred of energy I possessed and had tears welling in my eyes from overstimulation.

I was exhausted and all shivery by the time we touched down, but I hadn’t passed out, so that was a win.Near thing, though.I was just about coherent enough to notice that we’d stopped in a glade beside a river. The glistening, crystal-clear water looked scrumptious. Was that even a word?Skruhmp… shuhsssss.It sounded silly, and perfect for collapsing into.

Face first.

I wondered if I’d float.

“Are you alright, pet?” Cair asked, voice tinged with concern. It hadn’t even registered that he’d unburritoed me or unkoala’d my limbs from around his waist and neck. I was unsteady on my feet as he lowered me to the grass—ah, no, scratch that. I just plonked my ass down because my legs were literal Jell-O and stuck in a bowed position, but I still smiled up at him dopily.

“Mm-hmm.”

He laughed softly. “You are adorable, but your sense of self-preservation needs work.”

“I was’n no danger,” I muttered as I ran my fingers through the tall green blades of grass beside my legs. What would it taste like? It looked tasty.

“You are utterly delirious,” he said, and yeah, fair assessment. I felt drunk, but not unpleasantly so. More like I was sitting on cloud nine.

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