Her nails scratch at me, her sheath clenches, trying to suck me down further. I groan, licking into her mouth as I roll my hips, keeping my thrusts shallow because I can’t bear to be apart from her.
“Dagan! More, gimme more,” she moans, no, she demands.
And who am I to deny her what we both want?
Her legs wrap round my waist, ankles locked as we move together in a frenzy of passion.
All doubt and reason are gone now. There’s only this.
Only us.
Our bodies working in tandem to achieve the same goal—the culmination of all our efforts crystalizing into that one perfect moment of profound pleasure—and when we fall over that precipice, we do it together.
“It’s too much!”
“It’s not enough,” I counter, dragging out or pleasure with one more roll of my hips.
Alina moans, and I swear to the gods, that sound? It breaks my heart and remakes it all over again.
It beats for her now.
“I got you, I got you, Oona,” I promise as I hold her to me.
And I never meant anything so much in my entire life.
Chapter 13
Alina
From Stone’s Edge to The Barrow
The first time Dagan flies with me, I understand what it means to fall.
Not just in the literal oh God, we are very high up right now sense—though, yeah, there’s definitely some of that.
More in the way the earth just kind of gives way under your feet and you know you’ll never be the same again.
His arms lock around me, one beneath my thighs, one braced across my back. My front is plastered to his chest, under the cloak he wrapped around me when we left the field shelter.
His heat seeps into me, deep and steady, like a living furnace.
“Hold on,” he rumbles against my hair.
“As if I’d do anything else,” I mutter, looping my arms around his neck.
Then his wings unfurl.
And when they’re fully extended?
It steals my breath.
Dagan is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. And like this? He looks like some dark, avenging angel.
Obsidian-black feathers edged in storm light flare out from his back, wider than a truck, catching the moon-glow and the faint shimmer of the ley lines below us.
The air itself seems to hush, like Nightfall is waiting to see what he’ll do.
And then we’re airborne.
