Page 115 of Embers of Lust


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Persius whacked the back of Bael’s head. “Flying is easy,” the man made of sunshine told Nix.

He stepped directly in front of her and released his pure white, gold-dusted wings. Each feather shone like it emitted special rays of sunlight.

“You imagine it, and your wings will do it. Your muscles may get tired faster, because they are not used to the motion, but you’ll feel when you need to stop.” Persius cupped her cheek lovingly and told her, “You can do this,adelfí psychí.”

His Greek always stirred something deep inside Nix, making her clench her thighs together. Blood rose to her cheeks when she realized the alphas would soon smell it—her arousal.

It was impossible to stay indifferent to her mates. Would she ever grow bored of them?

They all gazed adoringly at her, like she was all they could ever ask for in life. Under their heated attention, she thought to herself,I will never grow tired of this.

Nix swallowed and imagined flying as Persius said. She felt a prickling sensation just beneath her shoulder blades, at the base of her wings meeting her back, and she stretched the muscles there.

Her red feathers trembled under the gusts of wind as her wings pulsed in slow, deliberate motions, as if savoring the first-ever lift.

“I can do this,” she whispered to herself.

As her wings beat the air in soft, rhythmic breaths, she thought,I can do anything.

EPILOGUE

Nix loved flying. She loved the peacefulness and the violent winds. The sunlight and the thunderous storms.

As she flew with her mates to the latest clan of “Why would we listen to a woman?” alphas who broke the new rules of the new council, she glanced at her “We will always listen to our woman” men.

The bad boy incubus. The intelligent gargoyle professor. The grunting, protective dragon shifter. The positive and sunshine-personality pegasus shifter who felt like home.

As the men flew, the wind roared around them, whipping through their hair and leaving it sexily mussed. The strong breeze plastered their pants against their virile, masculine forms, leaving little to Nix’s imagination. Though she did not need her imagination.

Something about flying, about being free in the sky, always made her mates horny.

Their shirtless abs, gleaming in the sunshine, never failed to stroke her fire as well.

The sky was thick with humid mist, the air heavy with moisture and anticipation. The clouds, soft and pillowy, always enveloped them like a secret world.

The ground became a distant memory as their bodies suspended between the earth and the heavens. The sun pierced through the hazy white of the veil of clouds. Beams of golden light cast an ethereal glow over her mates as they soared through the atmosphere.

Nix bit her lip when she noticed Bael’s eyes darkening with something more than the thrill of flight.

Nix slowed down until she hovered over the same cloud. Her mates circled back to join her. She liked to leisurely take in the view every once in a while.

They were up so high now; the clouds curled around them like ghostly limbs trying to keep them up there forever.

“Think I should write a ‘thank you’ card to the wind?” Bael mused as his searing gaze dragged down her body. “Because the way it blows on those nipples and tugs at your dress when we fly does something to me.”

“Agreed.” Persius grinned and gestured to where his growing erection bulged the front of his loose gray pants.

Nix licked her lips.

“Ohhh, there’s that phoenix arousal I smell,” Bael sang out excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

The sun shined over Nix, powerful rays licking over her pores and warming her, but nothing compared to the heat radiating between her and her mates.

Ryker glided over to Nix, his large dragon wings slicing through the air like living blades. His scales glinted in the sunlight, the darkest shade of maroon merlot.

Nix wrapped her arms around Ryker’s neck instinctively. He nuzzled her neck and planted a kiss on her sensitive jugular.

She pressed her hands into his lower back, beneath his wings, and felt the solid power of him beneath her fingers. The muscles there rippled with strength and heat.