Chapter 30
Every day for two weeks straight, Malakai has brought me to the little waterhole I found deep in the forest and helped me practice flying and strengthening my wings.
I can now fly up into the air without his help, but he stays with me and watches out for anyone that may catch me with my wings out.
I’m weaving in and around the rocks and trees, staying low enough that I’m not seen by anyone while Malakai follows close behind in beast form, his shadows following us, concealing us among the dark night.
It takes much more effort and strength to twist my body and move around targets, but I know Levington is not going to go easy on me in the flying test. He’s already made sure my mates will go to the Hollow; he technically has the powerful people he needs on the team and doesn’t need me, so I have no doubt he will go all out to ensure I don’t pass.
I peek over my shoulder to find Malakai’s Shadow beast right behind me and decide to switch things up and have a little fun tonight.
Pushing my wings, I rush forward, twist my body, and make a sharp turn. It forces him to stop and gives me a minute to get ahead of him.
I move a little higher, using the thick leaves to hide until I fly back to the rocks.
Landing inside a group of large rocks around a small clearing with lush grass and bushes, I slowly walk to the edge and retract my wings before peeking around the rock wall.
A smile slips across my face when I realize he hasn’t found me yet.
A thrill of excitement rushes through me at the thought of finally getting one up on him. But that feeling quickly freezes when I feel something come up behind me.
I whip around to Malakai’s beast pouncing forward and immediately take a step back. The rock wall soon reminds me of its presence, preventing me from escaping but just before the Shadow beast touches me, he disappears leaving a smug Malakai caging me in against it.
“I thought I lost you,” I tell him, while not feeling even a tiny bit sad over the fact. Especially with the way he’s staring at me. His gaze is dark and hungry, his expression all heat and barely retrained tension.
“What do I win now that I’ve caught you?” he whispers huskily.
“What do you want?” I ask as my eyes find his lips already hoping for something else.
But before giving me what I want, he glances around, narrowing his eyes on the rocks and trees that block us from view before finally relaxing.
He dips down and brushes his lips just under my ear. “Release your wings,” he whispers before stepping back a couple of feet with a little smirk on his face and the glint of a dare in his eyes.
More than willing to play along, I step away from the wall and release my wings, spreading them out around me.
His eyes darken as they trail a path over every inch of my wings, taking in my body before finally landing on my face.
“Now, what?” I ask, hoping this little game of his ends up with both of us having some fun.
Instead of answering, he steps forward and takes my chin, tilting my face up to him before dipping down and brushing his lips across mine. He teases me with the softest brush of a kiss over and over while his hands skim down my neck and sides before exploring my body.
I lean forward to deepen the kiss when he pulls back with a soft chuckle and sparkle of mischief in his eyes.
He starts making his way around me and I’m about to turn around when I feel his hands slide between my shoulder blades before moving out to my wings.
He curls his hands around the edges before dragging them across to the middle of my shoulder blades.
He moves his hands down a little and whatever spot he touches sends a ripple of warmth down my back and across every inch of my wings.
I gasp, and he stills before moving forward and I feel the smirk on his lips at my cheek as he places a kiss on it. Every inch of my body feels sensitive as he drags his lips down under my ear to the back of my neck while his hands explore my body, wings and all.
His hands are on my clothes and seconds later they’re ripped from my body before he steps in front of me and gets on his knees.
He stares up at me like I’m his goddess to worship. “I promised to make every inch of you feel good, didn’t I?” He smirks and leans forward to place a kiss on my stomach, his lips sliding up and around to my side before moving down. Down my thigh before moving closer to my center.
His grip on me tightens.
I melt into his touch, into the feel of his lips on my body and the way his fingertips grip me hard. So much that the small pull closer has me falling into him.
The weight of my wings stop me from balancing myself and he falls backward with me practically landing on his face.
I try to move off him, but his hands come around my thighs and hold me in place just above his face.
“I like your idea better,” he rasps. “Wings out,” he orders and because my mind is still frazzled, I immediately pull them out around me, holding them open.
“Hold them like that, nice and wide,” he says as he widens my legs. “Now let’s see how good your concentration is.”
“What are you—”
He pulls me closer and slides his tongue along the length of my core sending a delicious shiver across my entire body.
Oh my fucking—Bursts of pleasure shoot up through me rendering me speechless. I tilt my head back and absorb the feel of him. Absorb the maddening talent of his tongue as it strokes the length of me.
Soft feathery strokes of heat start building inside me with each stroke and swipe, until it’s slowly coiling low in my stomach waiting to be unleashed.
The burn in my shoulders starts to sting but I keep them up and open, too afraid the fucker will stop, and this will end with his murder instead of him getting me off.
He presses the tip of his tongue to my clit before giving it his undivided attention, slowly working me up until I’m desperate and wild with the need for release.
My legs start shaking from trying to hold my weight off him. But a second later I feel the imprints of his fingertips move around to my ass and dig into me as he spreads me open further.
“Lean back and sit on my face,” he growls before taking control and yanking me down onto his mouth. His tongue thrusts up into me and my mind turns to mush as I melt onto him. I stop trying to hold myself up and grind into his mouth and just let go.
He takes it as an invitation to suck my clit and my brain short-circuits.
“Oh, god.” My breath hitches as I get lost in a haze of lust and desire.
He chuckles and I feel the vibration of it shoot straight to my throbbing core. “You crave a devil, not a god, baby. But feel free to scream my name.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The vibration of his husky chuckle pushes me over the edge as spasms shoot up through me and I come apart, arching into the pleasure pulsing and tingling throughout my body.
I’m panting, breathless and still tingling from head to toe when I finally come down from my high and glance down at him.
His eyes are dark as sin as he stares at me. Gripping my thighs, he moves me down his body and over his stomach, shifting down his pants as he slides me over his cock before coating it in my slick heat.
His mouth drops open on a groan as I lift up before sliding down the length of him.
He grips and widens my thighs, making sure I take every inch of him.
“Good girl,” he rasps as I tilt my head back and arch into him, absorbing the delicious stretch and fullness.
“Ride me, baby. Take what’s yours.”
I stare down at him and arch a brow. “Mine?”
His smirk is wicked, his eyes dragging down the length of me to where we’re joined. “Do you need me to take over? Maybe my dick too much for you to handle—”
I start moving, rolling my hips and his mouth drops open again. Hiding my smug smirk, I lift my body and roll my hips again quickly finding my rhythm and the right spot that hits my clit each and every time.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “The way you move is torture.”
“Is my vagina too much for you?” I snark, throwing his words back at him. “Maybe you can’t handle—” His shadows come out to play, snaking up and around me, quickly distracting me as they brush along my breasts, stomach, and thighs.
The connection springs open between us and seconds later I see through his eyes as I ride him, moving up and down, rolling my hips over and over again.
I gasp as heat licks at every sense, consuming my mind and body seeing us joined from different angles.
I don’t get a chance to adjust to the mixture of sensations before his shadows and grip both tighten and he lifts me little before thrusting up into me.
“Come for me, baby,” he growls as he thrusts up into me, his shadows holding me in place as his body surges up into me over and over.
The feel of his fingers digging into me, of his shadows brushing across every sensitive part of me while others hold me tight in place. His thick cock thrusting into me, taking what he wants. All of it quickly pushes me over the brink of pleasure.
The climax comes at me in drugging waves, completely consuming my mind, body, and soul and I cry out as I come apart.
I’m still riding the waves of the end of my orgasm when I feel a warmth in my chest slowly expand before growing hotter and hotter, burning, pulsing and growing.
It swirls as his shadows expand out around us.
They span out covering the entire clearing before slowly pulling back and coiling in and around us.
The blood in my veins thrums and cools as another piece of me becomes a little more whole just as the bond between us settles inside me, taking root.
Dazed and breathless, my boneless limbs melt, and he slips out of me as I drop down onto his chest, deliciously exhausted.
He places a kiss on my shoulder. I realize I still have my wings out and open when his fingers softly brush against them, making me shiver.
He hardens beneath me, and I give him a look.
“If you keep this up, we’re never going to leave here,” I warn but he gives me a devilish look that has heat unfurling inside me once more.
He moves us and in seconds he has me on my back with my wings cushioned beneath me as he hovers over me.
“You’ve been such a good girl keeping your wings nice and wide open for me.
” A warm shiver slides down my back as he dips down and leans his weight on me, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“But I’m a very thorough flying instructor,” he whispers before sliding his tongue along the seam of my lips, teasing me with a taste before pulling back. “…and I think you need to work on your stamina.”
I narrow my eyes at him, giving him a warning look that tells him he better come back down here and fucking kiss me.
Instead, the fucker smirks at me. “Rest your wings while you can,” he says with a savage smirk. “Because by the time I’m done with you, you sure as hell won’t be walking out of here.”
And then he crawls down my body and widens my legs.