Page 6 of The Surrender

Puzzled, I knit my brows because I had expected twinges of pain, inflammation, and swollenness. He doesn’t retrieve his fingers, circling them to test the walls before sliding in deeper. The nerves in my body begin to thrum. It’s been clear since the moment I touched Drago’s chest—practically from the moment I stabbed him and felt him for the first time—that I’m an addict to all things related to touch. Especially sexual touch.

“We all have a healing well, as it were,” he informs me and sinks his thumb onto my clit. I hiss deeply with pleasure. He tenderly pulls on the hood until the soft sleeve of skin is peeled back. I tense, bracing myself as he exposes the bundle of nerves. He takes a moment to stare, gaze stroking my slit, my folds, my clit, memorizing every part of my pussy.

Tipping my head back against those wet wings, I let out a whine and writhe my hips in a desperate demand. With a growl, Kyan jerks his fingers out, but before I can put up a whimper of protest, he grips my calves, hoists them onto his shoulders, and lowers his head toward my pussy.

With the lower half of my body suspended in the air and the rest draped across those wings as the lake water kisses the sides of my body, I splay my hands out. Sink them into the first layer of feathers. And smile at the way Kyan twinges from the sensitivity. I sense those wings swelling, growing beneath my body. His arousal sends a proud warmth spiraling through me while Kyan breathes like a monster between my thighs.

“Darkness will always worship the light as the light will always flirt with darkness. You may tempt the darkness. You may hate it. But it is the only safe place for you to hide.”

I open my mouth to shake my head in denial. Because darkness has never been my friend. Good things never happen in darkness. But the fallen angel bows his head to breathe in my arousal. “You think I had enough of you, little darling?” he croons in the lilt of the monster. “I promised you a bath and a meal. But I will have my dessert first. Let us see how your pretty pussy will cry when I suck the juice from your ripe, little berry.”

A shriek ruptures from my throat. Kyan ravishes me. His tongue laves the swollen nub, then taunts in a powerful flick at the clitoris. His groan reverberates deep into my insides. Every bit as skilled and masterful as Drago with his coarse dragon tongue.

My chest heaves. My heart gives out at the sight of him between my legs. Not once do those supernatural eyes stray from mine. Kyan is beauty and menace. An ethereal danger.

Where Drago has confidence in his superior muscles, genetics from his two cocks, and that coarse tongue to bring me pleasure, Kyan is all skill. He uses his power to stir my senses, to tickle me, and launch me into a dazed delirium! My nipples pucker from the curls of wind that whirl around them, suck at them, arousing them. Furious pants leave my mouth as whispers of wind coil into my navel and prickle the hairs all over my body. It’s a mere sample of his power.

All the while, Kyan takes his time to swirl his tongue along my folds, to kiss and taste them. I cry out when he plunders past my slit to lap at the juices of my insides.

A second later, I’m grinding my back from side to side and discovering that it’s not just Kyan’s wings that can grow. Oh, savage mercies!

I detonate. A star explodes in my very core. An orgasm as powerful as a storm of fire and ice ripping through me, igniting and chilling my skin until I’m clenching every muscle and screaming my release.

Kyan drops my legs, and I fall against the mantle of his wings. But a movement catches my vision from the corner of my eye.

The fallen angel stiffens. And growls at the intruder watching us from one of the nearby ridges on the mountain above the lake. I narrow my eyes, curious at the observer. From here, she reminds me of a woman fused with a crow…or perhaps a raven—I can’t quite tell. Black clothes cover her from head to toe while long black feathers drape in wing silhouettes, though they do not hide her undefinablyhumanarms. But the top half of her head is anything but human with its long black beak, beady bird eyes, and dark head sweeping to plumage sticking out like quills.

I part my lips, curious at the lower half of her face where she bears a mouth and a chin so low, I know her jaw has dropped from shock.

All Kyan’s wing muscles tighten. The wings part, and I fall, splashing and thrashing, struggling with the water closing over my head. As soon as he scoops me into his arms, Kyan slaps his wings against the air, vibrating and shaking the water from them enough so he may fly. While he beats them with the power to hoist us into the air, I sputter up more water and cough. My lungs wrestle more air into their depths.

As Kyan carries me away from the lake, I wind my arms around his neck and settle my cheek against his chest. But I can’t help but peer over his shoulder, wondering why the crow woman’s presence disturbed him so much.

She’s nowhere in sight.

6

“I am prepared to share.”

KYAN

The wind ripples through my feathers as I soar high above the mountains of the Waste, filling them for the first time in eons! Did Drago feel the same when he took to the sky for the first time? Or was he simply content on fucking the one who had broken his curse?

She has not broken mine. Yet.

After ensuring Quintessa had a proper meal, I’d settled her upon our bed of feather pillows and let her sleep. Since she’ll be out for hours, I take the time to really fill my wings for the first time in ten thousand years.

After centuries of tattered gray wings, coming back to earth from now on will be torture. Like most things, flying comes naturally to me. I don’t need to play catchup or relearn techniques or hone my muscles. Flying is in my blood, my bones, my essence.

I hardly give a shit about wherever my goddamned soul is. And whoever has it. I’ll fuck the little gray dear resting in my bed every hour if it means I get off the cursed ground again. Whatever her soul is made of, the transference only works during sex. I chuckle to myself. So fitting for our little queen.

Heavy darkness fills my chest when I remember the last time a woman slept in my bed.

Forget that fucking bitch, Kyan. We did what we had to do.

“You did what you had to do,” I growl at the voice in my head, in my damned soul.

Mmm...we protected you. We protected us. Unless you would have preferred the treasonous shrew to have slit your throat and doomed your brothers?

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