Page 72 of The Surrender

But when his warm wet mouth covers my breast, closing around my erect nipple, I roll my hips to receive him. Love him filling me. His cock burns and stretches my flesh. I love how he takes me hard and fast despite how I carry his child. He power-fucks me against his wings.

He fucks me like the monster god he is.

Blood singing in my veins, I clutch onto the sides of his neck as he vibrates stronger, increasing the intensity while his wings grow. Keeping him at my breast and suckling and nibbling at my nipples, swirling his tongue around each one, I come apart. So violently, it blinds me to everything but the ecstasy blazing through me, shredding me.

My scream ricochets off the rock faces around us.

Until Kyan covers my mouth with his, bruising and dominant, claiming me with his kiss. He reinforces it as he fucks me hard, grunting while my body trembles beneath his. I tilt my head, tongue dueling with his, seeking more of his dark angel musk while squeezing his bulging biceps and rippling my fingers across the corded sinew of his wings.

They shudder from my touch.

Desire oozes from his lips onto mine, mirroring the dripping pleasure of his organ in my cunt. We are burning, unraveling together. And remaking ourselves.

When I clamp all my inner muscles around him, coming for the countless time as he licks and pinches my nipples, he finally unleashes himself. His seed releases in hot and long spurts into my inner chamber.

Breathless, we linger here with me milking his cock as much as I can until he’s ready to pull out. I know I must be in a state with my hair ragged from the entire night with the caverns and the Veil of Souls. But Kyan still looks at me like I’m his salvation. And the breath in his lungs.

Cupping the side of my face, he kisses me again, folding my lips back tenderly, affectionately, and intimately.

But I’m not the only one who needs him. And I can’t be selfish when someone else deserves him in this form. Someone who was with him for centuries before I came along.

“Merikh,” I breathe against Kyan’s lips.

He chuckles against my mouth. “For the first time in the history of our partnership, I am inviting another. So, Quinny, what do you say? Would you like to watch?”

A thrill of glee surges adrenaline to gush into every last nerve ending. "I would be honored!"

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“Present yourself,” he deepens the demand.

KYAN

The earth shakes beneath my boots when I land on the grounds of the Court of Storms where my brothers stand, waiting for us. Quinny shivers against me, a little self-conscious about her nakedness when the rest of us are fully clothed. My eyes center on Merikh most

“I remember now how much you love to make an entrance,” the dragon snorts, spewing his hot air as usual while giving my restored wings a cursory once-over.

“Look who’s talking,” I quip at the alpha with all his shiny scales, more than usual, donning his skin like armor.

Sure, I can admire my curse-brother and admit he’s got a damn fine frame. I submit to his ruling as High King and Alpha God among us, but Merikh and I share a bond that transcends the Curse upon us...upon him now. I deadpan with my partner whose jaw is set, veins throbbing in his neck and brow, muscles tense and primed as if he were ready to do battle.

In some ways, he is.

I don’t need to read his thoughts. My wings curve toward him in a subtle gesture of understanding. A war is brewing. Retribution is coming.

“Are you hungry, little one?” Mayce asks.

Our ever practical fae approaches her from behind, attentive to her needs in ways the rest of us are not. He would be the best one to rule her during her pregnancy, but I recognize the bloodlust in Merikh’s eyes. And how far he will go to claim her next.

Quintessa shudders at the first touch of the Fae’s hand upon her silver waves that cascade down to her waist, skirting her ass. Longer and fuller than ever. Mayce palms one ripe globe and thumbs his mark as my little spirit moth buries her head in my chest, breathing heavier while her skin prickles with gooseflesh.

“Y-yes, but not for f-food. Not...y-yet. S-soon, th-thank you,” she stutters, both from the cold and her desire. Trembling, she rubs against me and eyes Merik through the slits of her strands. My invitation is at the forefront of our hungry girl’s beautiful, hedonistic mind.

“Set the staff to prepare a royal supper,” I direct Mayce and Drago, prompting the Fae to step back so I may curve my gold wings around Quinny to warm her. “Merikh and I have some unfinished business, and Quinny has accepted my invitation.”

Merikh balls his hands into fists. "Invitation?"

Black veins thrum along the surface of his pale skin. Gods, he’s so gorgeous. Those soul-piercing eyes, dark and hooded, staring back at me much the same way when he first hosted me in his realm, looking down upon me from his throne. Back when we were nothing but blood and thunder.

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