Page 3 of The Surrender

I never stop screaming.

Drago might have two cocks, but Kyan has the stamina to last all night long. Anytime I think he’s done, he vibrates that cock and has me tensing, orgasmic tremors exploding throughout my body until I’m limp. And he’s laughing madly and sucking on my lips, my throat, my breasts, and finally my pussy. As if all the fluids we’ve spent throughout the night are his midnight snack.

And I fall asleep while he’s still feasting, dreaming of Qora and our opposite extremes.

3

“You rode the storm beautifully, Quinny dear!”

KYAN

She is the wind carrying me,I muse while pumping into her soaked snatch, my whole body shuddering from the impending release.

But will she be strong enough for our storm?cackles the devil voice inside me.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl and wince as she stirs, giving a little moan. “Don’t need you waking her,” I lower my voice to a whisper.

Instead, I slam harder into her, my eyes dropping to where we are joined. So swollen, flushed, pink, and ripe. Hot and tight and drenched. She passed out an hour ago, but I haven’t stopped fucking her or devouring her. Even in sleep, her perfect, pretty pussy responds with those little pulses that shudder around my cock before those instinctive muscles clench around me. It pushes me harder to my release.

Erya was the last woman I fucked.

I’ve spent the entire night replacing the memory of holding my dead bride with her blood soaking into my bed with the memory of Quinny. Her sighs. Her moans. The tender rise of her hips as she met me thrust for thrust. How her eyes fawned over my wings. Her lips swollen from kisses without number. Her body bearing my marks. Not my claws yet. Just my fallen angel teeth.

"We are a monster, naive Ky. Monsters don't get the girl,"his voice slips out of my mouth. I swallow a snarl, cursing the voice. Harden the muscles in my wings, careful not to sweep them out and risk the rush of air disturbing her.

“She’s not a girl,” I deny and gaze down at Quinny before cupping her neck and lifting her gently to thumb my mark on her shoulder. Like Drago had said, she’s everything. Soon enough, my brothers will arrive at the Court of Storms. We can’t be separated for long, as is the nature of the damned curse. A curse that she broke for Drago. A curse she will break for me.

Until then, I will have our darling slut all to myself. She may be the Queen of the Ash Court, but she’s not the Queen of Storms…not yet. I kiss her again, opening her warm mouth and tasting her tongue. And grin when she moans beneath me.

I pull her harder and deeper into me, so my cock fills every part of her slick insides. Sparing her mouth, I lick down her throat and feel her jerk when I nip one flushed and erect nipple. Beyond flush since dawn is almost upon us. They’re ripe and succulent and red as berries. I trace my tongue along the swirls of ink patterning her skin.

My heartbeat thunders as I drive my cock harder into her, hitting that inner knot and giving her tiny pulses of orgasmic death. Once I channel my power to pulsate my cock again, she will wake. She still has no conceivable idea of what I can do.

Just as the adrenaline surges into me, and my whole body locks up tight, the damned devil says,"She'll see your mad side and never stay. She'll hate your bad side and run away!"Shrill laughter escapes my throat, followed by my growling roar as I chase my release, release tainted by the fiendish craze inside me. It can’t be helped. I lose all control and surge my wings out, spreading them wide and beating them so hard, I lift both of us off the floor by a few inches.

Quinny wrinkles her eyes open at the moment that I pump my fallen seed into her. Her brows knit together in an adorable frown of confusion until I turn up the heat inside her. And grin. I strike hard, beating my wings and fucking her in midair.

“Oh, savage gods!” she screams from the wicked vibration—not my strongest but stronger than any other I’ve used till now.

I lift her chin, expose her throat, and press my lips to feel those screams resonating from her vocal cords as her well-used pussy tightens like a bowstring to milk the last of my cock. So well-used. My brothers won’t get to fuck her yet. I intend to keep her quite busy.

Tiny typhoons of gasps flee her mouth, and I gaze down at her flushed body, grinning at the sight of those tattoos. Fuck, they’re moving. Rippling, curving, and twirling in a chaotic dance like dark dandelion blossoms in the wind. Love the sight of her hair all windswept from our journey and messy from how I’ve fucked her all night long.

“How long was I—” Her words are cut short by her hiss of pain when I pull out, smirking from my cum and her fluids gushing out of her, splashing onto her thighs already stained with my seed and her juices. “Ugh, my skin feels like lightning bolts struck it a hundred times.”

“And you rode the storm beautifully, Quinny dear!” I compliment her in far too high of a voice and press my lips to hers before the dastardly voice can say anything else.

“Your wings, Kyan,” she mentions once I break the kiss.

I wink at her. “Like ‘em?”

She scrunches her brows again, confused, and I tense as she studies them. What in the bloody hell is going on inside that beautiful, curious mind of hers? She opens her mouth to question, “Why are they bigger? Bigger than when we were flying earlier, I mean?”

When she raises her hand to touch my pinions, I snarl a warning and lower my voice to a husky murmur, “Because I amaroused, little one.” At the shock flashing on her face before those hearty cheeks blush, I follow with a warning, “And unless you’d care for another full round, I’d advise you not to touch them. A bath and breakfast are in order.”

“A bath?” She perks up, and I ruffle my feathers, appreciating the gleam in her eyes. “Like the steam pool?”

“No steam pool here, Quinny dear,” I recognize the demon inside me blending with my voice. “Let the winds of change kiss your face.” I lean in, lower my voice to a whisper, and thrill at the hairs rising on the back of her neck. “I’ll never let you fall when we reach that place.”

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