Chapter 28

He came up slowly,my leg that had been over his shoulder now over his forearm, and he stretched me wide until his face was in front of mine again. His lips were stained with my juices so that when he kissed me, I tasted myself mixed in with the flavor of him. Sweet and spicy and dark—undeniably Grey.

I melted in his arms once again, raising my head so I could give him more with my kiss. Even though I'd come just a minute ago, my strength was returning to me, and I was already begging for more.

"Do you feel me, Fall?" he whispered, rising on his tiptoes as the length of his hard cock slipped between my folds.

My response was a moan as I leaned my hips toward him harder, burning for him already.

"Fuck, you're so delicious," he said, lowering his hand to his cock so he could tease me with it, moving it up and down my folds and to the entrance, while his eyes remained on where we connected. He looked completely hypnotized as he played with me, and as much as I wanted him to never stop doing what he was doing to me, I also wanted more. I wanted him deeper, inside me all the way.

I ran my hands up his muscled arms, his skin clean, not a single cut anywhere on him. He had lost weight, it was plain to see, but his muscles remained, more ripped than before, and my hands were greedy to touch every single one of those curved lines. His hair and beard suited him perfectly, too. His cock was the exact same though, and I saw only the tip of him as he pressed it to my clit and circled it slowly, before my head fell back and my eyes closed with another moan.

"Grey, please," I begged, his arm under my leg still, and he pulled it up farther, stretching me so good. The tip of him was right at my entrance and I thrust my hips forward, desperate to take him in.

He growled, moving back just an inch. "Tell me you've thought about me, baby," he said, bringing his forehead to mine, his voice urgent. "Tell me you've only thought about me."

"Yes," I breathed. "Only you, Grey. Please…"

He pressed onto me harder and kissed me violently, just like I liked.

"Nobody else?"

He must have been out of his mind. "Nobody," I said, wrapping my hands around his neck so I could pull him to me and kiss him again. He let me, but only for a second.

"My brothers, they?—"

"No," I cut him off, and despite the absurdity of his words, I was smiling.

I was fucking smiling because the idea that Grey thought I could be with someone else—especially his fucking brothers—was absolutely ridiculous.

His eyes squeezed shut and he groaned when I rubbed myself against his cock. "I know you thought I was dead," he finally said, and he sounded desperate. He sounded defeated.

My heart fucking broke for him, for whatever was going on in his head. I kissed him again, slowly this time. And as much as I wanted to explain everything to him right now, I held myself back.

"I did, but that's never going to make a difference. There was nobody else and there never will be, no matter what happens tomorrow."

Grey leaned his head back and looked into my eyes as if he wanted to see the truth in them. I wasn't hiding—I let him. I meant what I said, anyway.

And he saw it.

The next second, his tongue was in my mouth and his cock was inside me all the way.

It was heaven.

Grey fucked me against the cave's wall while the water trickled fast behind him. Eventually we stopped kissing and touching, and we just held onto each other, our need too urgent. There would be time for everything else. Right now, we just focused on the way we connected, the way we became one so effortlessly, until we were whispering each other's name, lost in ecstasy.

It wasn't just how he felt physically, but how he looked at me. How he grabbed my face and kept me in front of him a moment before he let go. How he said my name. How it was easy to just be in my skin when I was in his arms.

I let go, too, a second after, wanting to experience everything with him again. He held me to his chest and kept moving, thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside me as the waves of the orgasm went through my body, making it last a long time.

Fuck, I'd forgotten. In such a short time, I'd forgotten what it was like to be with him, and now that he was here, I decided I'd go to fucking war before I let him get out of my sight again. I'd challenge the universe itself if it tried to get in my way.

Grey was mine, banishment or not. And if I had to burn down this entire Isle with my own hands to free us from it, I would.

We stayedunderneath those small streams of water coming from the ceiling for a little while, letting them clean us up. Then Grey led me closer to the fire, and with a wave of his hand it grew bigger, the heat of it turning up so that our skins were dry a minute in. Then he dried our clothes, too, just like that—with magic. And I guess I could have helped him now that I had some of it inside me, but I was content just to watch him move and blink and…exist.

"You're alive."

I'd said it before, and I'd probably say it again another few times until I fully convinced myself that it was real.

"And you're here," Grey said as he stepped in front of me to put his cardigan over my shoulders. He sounded just as shocked at his own words as I was at mine, and he kept repeating them together with me. "I've imagined you here so many times. I'm terrified you're not real."

"I am. I'm very real, I promise." I smiled and my poor heart about melted into goo. He grabbed the jacket I'd had on—his jacket and placed it on the stone floor of the cave, then took my hand and pulled me to sit on it. I did, not feeling awkward in the least to be half naked with him. He only had his boxers on, and when we sat down on his jacket, he turned down the fire again with such ease.

"Talk to me," Grey said, pulling me under his arm, and I snuggled in instantly, hiding my face on his neck. Fuck, he smelled like Grey. No fragrance, no nothing—just his skin.

"I missed you, Grey. I thought you were dead. I thought I was never going to see you again," I said because that's all I could think about still. The fact that I was here, despite going through hell just to make it—and it had all been worth it.

He squeezed me to his chest, then pulled me on his lap, and his wings came out of him again, cocooning me between them like he did once in his bedroom.

God, that seemed like such a long time ago.

"How?" Grey said, one arm around my waist, the other on my face, fingers caressing my cheek as he looked down at my every feature, analyzing me. "How did you get here, Fall? How?"

"I saw you," I said, raising my own hand to touch his face. The beard looked good on him, but it would have to go as soon as I found a pair of scissors. I wanted to see his face. All of his face. "I was hiding in the mirror room, and I heard Romin and Emil talking after Valentine got himself banished. They were looking at the eighth mirror, the one I was told was broken, the one that never shows anything, and they were talking about the Eighth Isle. When they left, I sat there and looked at it, and then light flashed and I saw your silhouette."

Grey's brows shot up. "You saw my silhouette?"

I nodded. "You had your wings half spread and you were standing on rocks. It was just a flash and it was over quickly, so I didn't really catch any details." My fingertips traced his lips hiding behind the dark hair of his beard.

"How did you know it was me?"

I looked up at him for a second. "I'd know you anywhere. I know the shape of you."

He slammed his lips to mine the next second and kissed me until I forgot to breathe.

Fuck, I loved the way he kissed me.

"And then?" he asked, and his wings wrapped around me tighter, pushing me higher until we were chest to chest. I rested my head on the edge of them and it was more comfortable than any bed I'd ever laid on.

I was smiling ear to ear as I continued. "And then I knew you were alive, so I went to Mount Agva to get Storm so I could shrink him and take him through the mirror to wherever you were, so he could bring you back to the Woods."

That had been the idea, as ridiculous as it sounded now.

For a moment, Grey only looked at me, his beautiful eyes never even blinking.

"You went to Mount Agva," he then repeated.

"I did, yes. And I found Storm, and?—"

"Fall, you went to Mount Agva on your own?!"

I flinched. "Well, no, not my own. There was this girl Quinn who basically led me there and she was with me all the way to the edge of the mountain." What the hell was Quinn going to think now when I didn't go back?

Fuck, she probably thought I was dead already.

Grey shook his head, terrified and incredulous at the same time. "You climbed Mount Agva to get to Storm?"

"Yes, I?—"

"I assume you know what happens to dragons when their masters get banished or die?"

I forced myself to roll my eyes. "Yes, I know, Grey. I was there. I saw him. That morning you got banished? He was biting his own wings, trying to tear them off his body. I saw the whole thing."

For some reason, my frustration made him smile, and I'll be damned if it wasn't better than a sunrise.

"And you went to Agva to find that dragon?"

My mouth opened and closed a couple times. "I was gonna tell him that you're alive," I muttered in the end.

His smile grew wider. "Right—and you thought he'd understand you."

"He did!" I sat up straighter, pushing his wings to the sides, and though he pulled them apart a little, he didn't let me move away from him a single inch. I pretended to be irritated, but I had a sneaky suspicion he already knew that I loved when he did that. "He did understand me. I'm here, aren't I? I got through to him. I talked to him and?—"

"It's a goddamn miracle that he didn't kill you, Fall. Dragons lose their minds when they lose their masters. They fall into oblivion within days," Grey said. "I can't fucking believe you're alive."

"But I had the tooth. The…the tooth from his mother that Dragons' Den gifted me." I touched my empty chest as if I was just remembering that I had nothing on me.

"Yes, I saw it. It's in your bag," Grey said. "But that wouldn't have helped. Dragons don't care much about who birthed them. That's not their nature."

"It did help, though. He sniffed me, and he recognized the tooth and then he spared me and flew out of the cave."

"He wouldn't have. I don't—" he started, but I was so frustrated already that I didn't even let him finish.

"Then how do you explain that I'm still alive?" He clamped his mouth shut instantly. "Exactly. So, don't lecture me, Mr. Evernight. I had a plan and I saw it through and I didn't die. I'll admit that part still surprises me, but it's the truth. And it almost worked."

He was chuckling now, his shoulders shaking as he held me tighter to his chest. Never in my life did I ever imagine I could adore being held like this, being cuddled and taken care of as if I were a damn baby, but here we were.

"It almost worked," he whispered.

"Mhmm. Almost. But Storm refused to let me shrink him and take him back to the castle, and then he just…he lost it."

His laughter faded. "Lost it, how?"

"I don't know. We were on this wide ledge covered in snow, and I was talking to him, trying to convince him to come back to the castle with me, when all of a sudden he and two dragons that apparently live on Mount Agva began to roar and spit fire at the sky."

"Really," he said, shaking his head. "I thought only one dragon lived on Agva currently."

"No, there are two. One green, another red. I saw the red one in detail—he was this close to eating me when I first climbed up." I showed him with my fingers, and the memory was still scary as hell, but now that I was here in his arms, it didn't really have any effect on me. Didn't even make my heart skip a beat.

"Fall," he warned, as if to say, don't fuck with me.

"I swear, it happened. But then Storm came out of nowhere and the red dragon panicked. He started to fly, and his wings basically threw me off the cliff. I was falling and I thought I was done for, but then Storm caught me midair and took me to this cave, where he yelled at my face like mad until he sniffed that tooth hanging around my neck."

Now that I thought about it, that hadn't been too long ago, had it? Because it felt like ages to me.

Grey shook his head, then opened his mouth, then closed it again with a sigh. "Are you trying to drive me insane?"

"I am trying to tell you what happened." And he seemed to be taking it very differently than I expected, and that just made me laugh. "I'm fine, Grey. You can see me. I'm sitting on your lap."

And very much aware how his cock was pressed to my hip. And very much turned on, too—but I remembered that both those things were pretty normal when I was near Grey.

"You could have died," he said, bringing his forehead to mine as he pulled me up higher. "You should have stayed in the castle. You shouldn't have risked your life like that."

"And do what in the castle?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek as I spoke. "I never even left your tower. It was the only thing keeping your brothers off me because I forbade them from entering through the doors."

"Smart girl," he whispered, biting my jaw. "That's my smart girl."

My toes fucking curled. "It only worked because you actually gave me your tower for real." Which had shocked even his brothers.

"You have my everything, baby. Not just that," Grey said without missing a beat.

"Then stop panicking, will you? I'm here. I'm fine. We both are." Somehow, in some fucked up way, after everything, we'd really ended up here.

"Yes, we are. I can't believe Storm brought you here. I can't believe he even went to Agva when I forbade him from doing that when he was just two months old," he said, planting kisses all over my face with every few words. It was one of my favorite things in the world that he did this when we talked.

"You forbade him from starving himself?" I said, eyes closed as I soaked up all the kisses.

"Yep. He was barely as big as me by then, and I told him that if I ever died or got banished in the future, he wasn't allowed to starve himself or go to Agva at all. He still did it." And he shook his head as if he were disappointed.

"Oh, he did. I don't think he could help it. He's fine now, though, right?"

He nodded. "Yep. He ate a lot. He's out there, flying." And he pointed up at the ceiling.

My heart skipped a long beat. "Where are we, Grey? How are you still alive? How am I still alive when Storm flew with me out of the Woods? I thought the barrier was supposed to shred me to pieces."

"It is. It was," he said, then closed his eyes with a sigh. "It was Valentine."

Every inch of my skin rose in goose bumps. "He's here." Valentine was here and I'd seen him fighting with Grey, and he'd saved my life from those rabid beasts that had been about to devour me.

"The curse is made of one hundred and one layers—and the last layer is the spell that binds us to the Woods. Valentine unraveled it as soon as he came here," Grey said. "I think that's what Storm and the other dragons felt. They could tell the spell was lifted. That's why Storm flew you out of the Woods."

So many questions invaded my mind within the second, but… "Where is he?"

The way Grey looked at me made my stomach twist and turn. "He collapsed under those rocks."

"And? Did he…did he…" die? I couldn't even say it.

"I don't know. If he managed to push off all those rocks, and if the beasts didn't get to him, there's a chance he survived." Yet he didn't sound very hopeful.

I shook my head, at a loss for words for a minute. "He wanted to get banished."

"He did. I only figured it out after he sent his hatchling to attack you, knowing Storm would catch him."

Exactly what I'd figured, too. "He wanted to get here since the beginning."

Grey nodded. "He wanted to be out of the Whispering Woods because he knew how to get out of here. He knew exactly how to escape the Eighth Isle alive."

So many questions… "What the hell is the Eighth Isle, Grey? Where exactly are we?!"

"It's a tomb," Grey said reluctantly. "It's just a piece of land that used to be Ennaris, one very few people know about."

"A tomb?" Was he serious?

He sighed deeply. "Syra's body lies here."

My heart skipped a long beat at the mention of that name, and it was like all the alarms in my head started ringing all at once. The story unveiled itself in front of my eyes and I saw Syra as I had in the Storyteller, and I saw the other sisters, the pirates, and Hansil Knight. I felt her rage all the way to my bones. I felt her heartbreak as if it were mine.

"My God, Grey…" Syra's body actually existed, and it was here, on the Eighth Isle.

"It's okay, baby. There's no need to be afraid. The outermost layer of the spell was broken. The curse will no longer hurt us. Storm will fly us out of here as soon as we're ready. We'll be back in the Woods in no time."

I shook my head. "But…but Valentine. We have to see if he's okay. He saved my life."

"He did, and we will. We'll pull him out if he's still there. We'll take him back," he said, kissing my forehead. "Whatever he was planning to get by escaping this place, he will have to answer for it in front of the court."

"Does Romin know what is happening? I tried to warn him, but he wouldn't listen. He laughed in my face."

"Of course, he did," Grey said. "Romin is a coward, but if he can't rise to the occasion and do what needs doing, I'll force his hand. Don't you worry about it at all."

"I do worry!" Was he kidding me? I knew those men. I'd been alone with them at their castle for twenty fucking days.

"It's fine, baby. We'll figure it all out as soon as we get back, okay? Right now, I just want to hear about you," he said, grabbing my face in his hands. "The thought of you both drove me insane and kept me alive. I swear I tried to get to you with my everything. I swear it."

"I know." I sat up straighter, recognizing the guilt in his grey eyes. "I know that. Don't you dare feel guilty about it, Grey."

"Then tell me," he said, kissing my lips next. "Tell me what you did, how you were. Tell me everything."

I sighed, eyes closed as he planted kisses all over my face. The way the cave threw back the sound of his kisses was like a melody to my ears.

"I locked myself up in the tower and I slept in your closet. I have a new best friend now, believe it or not," I muttered, and he smiled.

"You do?"

"Mhmm. Keep kissing me." He didn't hesitate. "He's actually pretty handsome." And he stopped again.

"He?"

"Yep. It's a he. Very serious, won't smile for nothing—and I told him some very bad jokes. We've had very deep conversations since you left." He raised his brows, not sure whether I was joking. "The only problem was the conversations were very one-sided. He never said a single word to me."

He laughed. "He sounds rude."

"Very. The colors on him were incredible, though," I muttered when he continued to kiss me.

"They were?"

"I mean, he's literally paint on canvas, but he really is beautiful. I found him in your closet behind your clothes, hiding from me in plain sight, and I never let him go."

He stopped. He turned away again, smiling ear to ear. "Are you talking about my portrait, Fall?"

"Yes, sir, I am," I said with a grin.

He kissed all the air out of my lungs the next moment, then laughed his heart out. It was still my favorite sound in the world, and I about flew out of my fucking body as I watched him.

What a man. What a beautiful, wild man—and he was all mine.

"You can rip it apart if you'd like. I don't care," he eventually said, but I shook my head.

"Nah, I'll keep him. I'm hanging him in our bedroom, though." The painting was not going anywhere because it had gotten me through some of the most fucked up days of my life.

"You can do anything you want, my queen," Grey said and brought my hand to his face, then kissed my fingertips. I loved it when he called me that, even if it was silly. "What else did you do?"

So, I told him—about the tower and the magic that wouldn't come to me, about the town and the soundmakers, Toss and Quinn and the book on the basics of magic—I told him everything I could remember while he trailed kisses all over my face, then went down lower on the side of my neck.

I stopped speaking with a sigh, my body electrified each time his lips connected with my skin. I had no idea what the hell it was about him, but my body was at his command.

"Here I was, trying to break this magic to get to you, and you found me instead," he whispered to himself when I was done, shaking his head and smiling as he licked my lips. His wings spread to the sides and his hands moved down my body, under the cardigan.

"Why are you so surprised?" I ran my hands down the muscles of his shoulders and chest, pressing myself to him harder so I felt how fast his cock was getting hard. Damn. It was like I swallowed liquid fire the moment I felt how ready he was for me again.

"Because nobody would do what you did," he said.

"Of course, they would," I whispered, bending my neck to give him better access to my collarbone as he kissed me, then cupped my breast with his warm hand. My back arched instantly, and I bit my lip to stop a moan.

"Did they?" Grey said against my skin. "Did anybody help you?" My eyes opened wide. "Did my brothers or my brides or anyone else offer you a hand when you were alone?"

I swallowed hard. "No." Only Quinn—and that's because Valentine had sent her for me.

"What did they do?" he asked slowly, never breaking contact with my skin.

"They…" The image of Amita being finger-fucked against the wall in the hallway by Emil came alive in front of my eyes. "They moved on."

As I was told to do. Forget Grey, he's dead, they told me. Why are you loyal to a dead man?

Grey brought his face in front of mine, and he was smiling. "They moved on," he repeated. "But you're here with me."

All of a sudden, he moved, and I was lying on the jacket on my back and he was on top of me, wings spread, and those beautiful eyes sparkling like the fire was burning in them, too. Fuck, he was gorgeous, and I had no idea when I was going to get over that fact.

"I never want to be anywhere else," I promised him. Right there was perfectly fine, especially when he was on top of me, and the light of the fire burning to my right cast shadows that made him even more alluring.

He leaned closer until the tips of our noses touched. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," he whispered. "But I'm going to spend every second of my life making it up to you for existing."

I would have laughed if his hips didn't push down on me and if I didn't feel all of his delicious hardness against my pelvis. And I wanted to say, you already do every time you look at me. And I wanted to tell him that it never even occurred to me that someone could make me feel like my skin fit me right, but he did.

I wanted to say so many things but talking meant waiting to feel him all the way inside me, and after the days we'd both had, after everything we'd gone through since his banishment, that was what I needed first. We'd get to everything, every detail, every secret, but we came first.

"Do with me whatever you want," I told him. "Just don't make me wait anymore, Grey."

He grinned and his eyes glistened even more. "As you wish."

He kissed me like he meant to explore every inch of my mouth while he moved his underwear down his hips to free his cock. To feel the smooth skin of him against my wet folds was heaven. I moaned into his mouth, which he loved, and he rewarded me with one of the sexiest growls I'd ever heard. He bit my lips with urgency, and he pressed himself to me harder while his hands moved down my body, pushing the cardigan to the sides so he had better access. I was burning already, and he must have known it because the fire slowly faded away until the flames were just a couple inches long, dancing away to the melody of our moans, casting light over our bodies so perfectly that it felt like I was living a fantasy when I opened my eyes.

Grey let go of my mouth and sat up between my legs, his hands everywhere on me, and I used the opportunity to take that cardigan off me completely. His wings were spread halfway, and he looked like the fucking devil as he analyzed my breasts, my stomach, my legs wide open and waiting for him—and the devil was about to get to worshipping me again.

His hand traveled from my breast and down to my stomach, and he pressed against my pelvis while his thumb circled my clit. The pleasure was instant, like I'd been dipped in an ocean of it, and I was eager to fucking drown.

"What am I gonna do to you first?" he whispered, and it sounded like he was talking more to himself.

"Anything," I answered anyway. "All of it." I wanted him everywhere all at once, and what little embarrassment I'd had left right after the Blood Call, it was gone now. Here, in this cave, on this Isle that nobody even knew existed, I didn't care about anything that wasn't him.

"A lifetime isn't long enough for that," Grey said, slowly moving himself back, then pulling my legs and spreading them farther apart before he leaned down and began to kiss my stomach. My hands were in his hair instantly, on his back and neck, pushing and pulling him everywhere I needed him.

"I'm going to taste you again, baby, because I can't get enough," Grey said, and flicked his tongue against my wet folds, making me cry out. "Then I'm going to spread you wide open and fill you up until you take all of me." The way he sucked my clit into his mouth and bit with just the right intensity, I almost came right away. "Then, I'm going to sit you on my cock until I can't get any deeper, and watch you riding me until you come. That's my favorite look on you yet." And he thrust his tongue deep inside me. I was already moving, my hips picking up the rhythm as I lost control of myself little by little.

But Grey came over me again, and stuck that same tongue coated with my juices into my mouth.

"Any complaints?"

I could have laughed. "None. Please proceed."

He grinned. "Right away, my queen."

Just like he promised, he went back down between my legs. He made himself comfortable and began to slowly torture me with his masterful tongue and his teeth and his lips, making out with my pussy and moaning like it really was the best thing he'd ever had in his mouth. So fucking empowering to know he loved what he was doing to me just as much as I did. It made everything twice as intense, and it was so easy to fall in his rhythm, so easy to surrender myself to him completely.

Eventually I even managed to prop up on my elbows just to see him like that under the orange light of the fire. Wherever that light fell on him, on his glistening skin and the leather of his wings, his hair that was no longer wet, his eyes that locked on mine when he noticed me looking—was magnificent. Nothing in the world could compare to the sight of him like that, and I'd live a hundred lives just to see it every single day.

And when he let go of my pussy, he came up and thrust his cock inside me all the way and without making me wait a single second. I gripped the jacket underneath me and held onto it while he pushed my knees down and apart, and looked at the way he filled me up, sliding in and out of me slowly, smoothly, like our bodies were made for each other.

God, the way he stretched me. I felt every inch of him, and each thrust was better than the last. I couldn't get enough of looking at him, at his face, his eyes bloodshot, the way his hands dug into my thighs as he held himself back and didn't rush the way he wanted.

"You take it so well," he whispered, and I almost fucking blushed. "I love how tight you are around me, baby. You're killing me here…" He threw his head back as he pressed his hips against me, going deep, holding himself there until it fucking hurt.

I cried out his name, and when the minute was over and he had me stretched all the way, he said, "Are you ready?"

I nodded, so excited you'd think I was about to proclaim the world as mine.

Grey moved us again with that same speed, and before I knew it, he was sitting on the floor with me on his lap, and his cock was still buried inside me. His wings were wrapped around me and I held onto the curved claws to make myself comfortable, spread my legs farther around his thighs, and sat on him until I took him in all the way again.

Grey leaned back a bit, his hands on my waist, the edges of his wings keeping him half seated effortlessly. The fire was at my back, so I only saw his eyes with clarity, as the rest of him was under my shadow.

But I heard the grin in his voice just fine when he whispered, "Move, baby."

I did.

Within seconds I was convinced that riding Grey might be the best thing I'd ever done in my life.

It wasn't just the feel of him, but the sight of him as well. Light flashed onto his perfect body every time I jumped on his cock. I didn't let go of the claws of his wings for a second. He looked completely entranced by the sight of me moving on him, picking up the speed, whispering his name.

It was the perfect moment, and if I could live in it forever, I would have no complaints. The heat that had gathered under my skin wasn't just from arousal, from the mind-blowing pleasure Grey gave me, but from the magic as well. Now I didn't need to pay it much attention to understand that it was growing stronger the closer I was to my orgasm. And when Grey began to touch me, his light eyes full of desire, my name falling from those beautiful lips, I lost my mind completely both to the pleasure and the magic.

It was a feeling unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

Changing the rhythm, I pressed my hips down, then rubbed myself against him, forward and back, squeezing my pussy as I went until Grey's eyes rolled in his skull. I loved the pleasure I gave him, too, and I pried my fingers from around his wing claws to touch his body, to trace the lines of his abs, to feel the curves of his arms and reminded myself that he was mine.

"Watch, baby," I whispered, and Grey pulled his head up again instantly, eyes open wide. "Watch me come while I ride you." He'd kept all his promises so well, and now it was my turn to deliver.

I couldn't hold myself back any longer, especially when his hands closed around my hips and he pushed and pulled me on him forward and back so hard, so fast. I let go, screaming out his name, holding onto his wings that rose higher when my head fell back and my back arched and my body spread even wider for him.

His whispers were in my head and the sight of him at the center of my mind even though my eyes were squeezed shut. It was power, pure power that took over me, and it spread everywhere around me so fast I almost missed it.

When Grey came, too, he sat up straighter and wrapped his arms and his wings around me tightly, crushing me to him as he whispered my name, his cheek pressed to my chest. With his hair in my fists, I held him there for as long as he needed, and then he lay us down on his jacket again.

My eyes closed, and even though I knew I wouldn't be sleeping, I continued to lie perfectly still while he caressed me and kissed me and gave my heart enough time to slow down its beating.

And I thought to myself, best sex ever—yet.