Page 14 of The Avowed
I call out for Charlie.
“What are you doing?” Dream Zeph demands, his golden eyes growing angry.
“Calling to see if Charlie will show up and fuck me, since you’re clearly not interested.” I gesture down at the stem that’s not currently buried balls deep inside of me, despite my spread thighs and verbal invitation to do so.
Zeph snarls at me and then finally does what any good wet dream fantasy man is supposed to do, he thrusts deeply inside of me over and over again. I gasp and moan and encourage until he’s pounding into me at a pace I love. He hits everything I need him to, inside and out, and I know the epic orgasm I’m just on the cusp of is going to have me seeing stars.
Zeph claims my lips, the tempo of our bodies slamming against one another, filling the wall-less room with my new favorite rhythm. Our kiss ends as we pant in order to fill our lungs. He pistons into me, and his lips nip at my ear.
“My mate,” he declares, and I growl at him.
“Your nothing,” I snap back, tilting my head to give his lips and teeth better access.
“My mate,” he repeats on a snarl, his hips punctuating each word.
I push against his chest until our eyes are locked.
“Never,” I seethe, reality slinking in to taint the hate fuck filled dream.
I can get on board with the carnal, but if Dream Zeph thinks he can pull that dominant bullshit in my head, he’s got another thing fucking coming.
Zeph laughs, but there’s not an ounce of humor in it. “Little sparrow, it’s already done.”
Igasp and sit up straight in the bed. I pant, desperately pulling deep gulps of air into my lungs. With wide scared eyes, I look around to find I’m in the tree room I was in before. It’s night, and the space is dipped in shadows. I scrub at my face with my hands and groan. What a fucked up dream. What the hell was that all about?
A shadowed figure rises in the corner, and I squeal, terrified, and clamber back away from it. The darkness-cloaked figure steps into a sliver of moonlight to reveal Ryn. He looks alarmed. I slam a hand to my chest and glare at him.
“You scared the shit out of me!” I whisper growl at him, my heart hammering in my chest and my breathing just on the verge of hyperventilation.
“You scaredme!” he whisper yells back. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt? I almost lost you, Falon,” he tells me, reaching for me as I scramble out of the bed so I can round on him. I’m completely naked, but I’m so mad I don’t even care right now.
“Why didn’t I tell you I was hurt? You shot me out of the fucking sky, Ryn, how could I not have been hurt?” I snap at him, stepping to get into his face—more like chest because the fucker is so damn tall. That just pisses me off even more. I can’t even yell and intimidate him like I want to, because he’s the size of a well-muscled building.
“Exactly when was I supposed to reveal anything to you? When you choked me to the point of unconsciousness? When you spewed vague shit at me in the cell I woke up in, before you just up and disappeared? Should I have shouted it at you when I stood in front of you and your good buddy Lazza? Oh no, I got it, I should have told the psycho bitch you sent to mark me. The one who knocked me out and then ran off just as soon as I opened my eyes again.”
Ryn takes little steps back as I press angrily forward. His eyes narrow and fill with frustration as I rant and spew judgment and anger at him.
“I didn’t know that was you in the sky!” he growls back at me. He stops his retreat and leans toward me, his features and body language furious. “I thought you were safe back in the Eyrie. How was I supposed to know that your word means nothing?” he accuses.
“Oh fuck you. I had no choice. Maybe if you and Zeph didn’t think it was perfectly fine to leave me in the dark abouteverything, I’d have known what I was flying into,” I counter.
“Leave you in the dark?” Ryn questions, advancing on me.
I take one step back before I can rein in my flight instincts and then refuse to give him anymore of my space.
“Yes, Ryn, you have me flying out here in fucking pitch black. Care to tell me what you’re doing here?”
Ryn folds his thick arms over his chest, brushing against my bare breasts. Sensation zings down through my abdomen, but I refuse to be distracted by my physical reactions to him.
“That’s what I thought,” I snark. “You can’t blind me and then get pissed when I slam into something because of it.”
“We’re not blinding you, Falon, what I’m doing here is complicated, and it’s between me and Zeph. We’re in the middle of a war, and that’s all you need to know,” he tells me cryptically.
“Oh, well, in that case, I’ll just fly my happy ass home, like I’ve been trying to do since I woke up in this hell hole of a world. I don’t fucking belong here in the middle of a war I don’t understand or care about!” I shout at him.
Ryn moves to cover my mouth and quiet me. I slap his hand away, and we both square off.
“You belong here now, and your stubborn wings should be safe and sound in the Eyrie, waiting for me to come back!” he scolds.
