Page 61 of The King’s Man (The Kingdom of the Krow #3)

“Now relax,” he murmured, then sucked on my neck again.

I jolted as I let my legs drop back down, and he clawed both hands, letting his fingers trail up the backs of both my legs in the most delicious wave of pebbling, tingling skin.

And when he reached my ass, he turned those busy hands to his own leathers.

I gave a nervous laugh, uncertain this would work, until he cursed and freed himself—then grabbed for both my hips and pulled me hard against him, his thick length pressing between my thighs and sliding against my most sensitive skin with enough pressure to make my breath catch.

“Jann, I can’t… I’ve got nothing to hold onto,” I laughed nervously.

“Hold onto me,” he rumbled, taking one of my hands and lifting my arm, craning it back until my fingers slid into his hair again. “Hold on tight,” he rasped.

And then, as I clawed into his scalp with one hand, and cupped the back of his thigh with the other, he grasped my hips.

‘Relax… just relax. I’ve got you.’

‘I’m not scared, Jann. I’m needy. ’

He chuckled against my shoulder and the skin there pebbled. ‘The instruction stands,’ he sent, and even in the mindlink his voice was ragged.

Then his fingers dug into my hips and he positioned me against him. At first it was awkward, him attempting to find me, while my legs were extended and narrow because of the leathers hooked around my ankles.

But then, as he rubbed and pressed and guided me against him, I discovered if I bent my knees and brought my feet together, I could turn my knees out and give him more space.

‘Oh fuck, Dee…’ He gave a guttural groan the moment he entered me, but I couldn’t answer, because the sensation of him taking me, along with the chill air fluttering against damp skin as he filled me was… breathtaking.

At first he took only a few short inches, but then, grasping my hips, digging his fingers in to hold me, he moved me, and soon he was seated to the hilt.

I let my head fall back against his shoulder, my heart pounding in my ears, thanking God for the incredible sensation of him filling me—only for him to draw almost all the way out, growl my name, and take me again.

My stomach swooped as we dropped towards the earth. Then, when his wings snapped wide, we swept back up and the sudden catch of momentum as he ascended again pressed me down hard onto him.

I gasped and he growled. Then he did it again.

I was helpless, dangling, held tight in his hands, my knees wide and him taking me from behind. I clung to his hair and his thigh, trying desperately for the leverage to give him some resistance, but failing and left trembling in his arms.

Then he muttered another curse and we tipped upwards towards the clouds again.

For a moment we hung in the air, staring at the moon, then Jann flapped hard, his body bowing with the effort—and the thrust of power pushed him so deep into me, I felt it all the way to the soles of my feet.

“Jann! Oh God—”

“Hold on, Dee.”

Again. Again. Again.

With each thrust of those powerful wings, it seemed he might drive me into halves, but then gravity did its work and we slowed to hang in the air together. He’d pulled himself out halfway so I felt the drag of him, then flap again.

I wanted to kiss him, leaned aside to urge his mouth and tongue against my neck. And then, as I was trembling, helpless and turning into a puddle in his arms, he reached around with one hand and buried it between my legs to stroke me in time with those glorious, flapping thrusts.

I was mindless. Riding him into the sky. Utterly unaware of anything but his body, his voice, his warmth in contrast to the chill of the night and the wind fluttering against my face.

And then he spoke. A low, ragged rasp in my ear that contended with the thundering wind, but warmed my heart as much as his body warmed my skin.

“God, you’re so beautiful… It’s a joy to feel you want me. To know you aren’t afraid anymore.”

Afraid the wind would steal my voice, I sent my answer to his mind. ‘The joy is mine. You make me ache, Jann. I need you. And not just like this, but— oh…’

As I spoke, he’d grunted and flapped again, and for a few seconds we both rode that glorious thrill of our bodies slammed together, then he tilted his wings and spiraled us down towards the earth.

‘Promise me, Dee… Promise me you’ll tell me if the fear comes back.’

‘I promise.’

‘Tell me you’ll let me win your heart.’

‘You already have!’

I trembled as he stroked me again at the same time he pulled back and flapped, pushing us high once more.

I cried out with the desperate pleasure of having him within me, and feeling his touch, of the wind against my skin, and his kiss on my neck.

Of his love thrumming in the bond, and his body swelling for mine…

“Jann… Jann…”

“I have you.”

As my body climbed as surely as our flight, I could do nothing but hold onto him and beg for more.

When my hips bucked and that coil of promise made my body tighten on him, he groaned, but stroked me faster, and tipped us into a dive and rise, dive and rise, the sweeping of our bodies coiling together with the sheer bliss of riding him, taking him, being touched by him.

I was a trembling mess, unable to even form his name, but crying out to the sky as he flapped once more, then again, and again, driving into me with his own desperate cry as I broke. Starlight exploding within me, I clenched on him, my body twitching and jolting.

Jann swore, then his head snapped back and I felt him pulse within me as he followed me over the crest of that beautiful wave.

For long moments, he opened his wings and we floated, bodies alight, minds consumed, in the cool dark together.

And when finally that wave of ecstasy drew out, Jann sucked in a deep breath, then clamped his arm around my stomach and buried his face in my neck.

‘My mate… There is no more beautiful sight than your skin in the moonlight, and no better sound than my name on your tongue as you come.’

God, he was a poet.

Overwhelmed and still scrambling for my wits, I gripped his arm and pressed myself back into his body, wishing every moment could be this one.

‘I love you, Jann. I am… all yours.’

It was only the simple truth. And he knew it, because the bond swelled, light flaring on that cord that tied our souls together. And for a long time we drifted on the winds, bodies slack, but hearts full to bursting.