Page 4 of The Storm of the Empire (Flyers Of The First Kingdom #3)

THREE

LUKA

H er taste!

I was done for.

Instantly intoxicated.

My cock had been pressed into the laces of my pants since she’d walked into the Pegasus in her skin-tight leathers, but with her taste on my tongue, I throbbed in discomfort. Or was it ecstasy? I could go down on her forever and die a happy male.

I knew this female was going to be the ruin of me the moment I’d laid eyes on her, but I’d had no idea that ruin would come on the very same day. I’d always known I was lucky, but she was truly a gift from the Goddess herself.

Her shocked gasp as I drew my tongue over her clit was sweet music to my ears, and instinctively, I pushed my hands inside her tight pants, getting them down just enough to play. I supported her weight as her knees began to buckle. She planted a hand on my shoulder to catch herself.

“Goddess, you shouldn’t be so good at this.”

I didn’t pause in my worship of her, maneuvering my hand to slip two fingers inside her while I sucked and twisted my tongue over her core. She was soaked, warm and wet, and my cock ached. But I ignored the need to be inside her, focused only on getting her off.

Her breathy moans soon turned into sharp gasps of surprise as she barreled towards an orgasm I doubt she saw coming so soon. I was nothing if not diligent in my pursuits, and I had taken the time in my recent months of freedom to perfect this particular favorite of mine.

I licked and laved with no care for breaths or self-preservation. Nothing mattered but bringing her to her peak. I felt her stiffen as she neared, and I savored the moment as she teetered on the edge. Then, she released all the tension she was holding in and convulsed with a strangled cry into the night.

I almost came in my leathers.

This female was perfection, and I couldn’t get enough.

My head spun, and I thought for a moment it was the ale, but we’d barely finished one before I couldn’t fight the need to get her alone. It was her scent, so heady I felt drunk. I greedily lapped up her release as she slurred a barely coherent plea to the Goddess for mercy.

Every dragon and sober fae within a league probably heard her pleasure echoing off the walls of the alley, and I loved it. Yes, I, the fae who had no place here, had brought this magnificent, breathtaking warrior to her undoing right here in the city square. Something I was sure no dragon of the legion had ever achieved.

I lifted my eyes and watched her, eyes closed, head tilted back against the wall, breathing hard while riding my face.

I didn’t stop until she pulled my hair, squirming away from me in oversensitivity.

She was so beautiful in that moment.

I rose, wincing as I repositioned myself and threaded my fingers into her curls. Her eyes opened and focused on mine, and we both just stared for a moment. Then, a smile spread across her face, and I mirrored it with my own.

“Well,” she breathed. “That was?—”

Voices and laughter from the square halted her words, and we both looked toward the mouth of the alley. By the time I looked back, she was looking down between our bodies, fumbling with her leathers, and the moment was broken.

I couldn’t tell from her demeanor if she was having regrets or not, so I released her hair and took a step back. She finished fastening her pants, and I steeled myself for some kind of brush off.

Her eyes met mine, and they shone in the shaft of light from the square. “We should head back to the palace,” she said. I couldn’t read her at all.

“Sure,” I replied brightly.

Still regaining her breath, she led the way out into the square. I made an attempt to adjust my dick so it would be less obvious, but it was hopeless. Walking was a challenge, and watching her curvy ass in those leathers ahead of me was not helping. I just had to front it out.

I caught up to her as she stepped into the light and argued with myself for a second about whether I should take her hand or not when I couldn’t tell if she regretted letting me do that. I dithered too long though, and before I could make my decision, her fingers slipped into mine.

Okay then.

A group of flyers from the higher ranks were walking towards the tavern across the square, and they fell silent as we approached. Some simply stared, and others scowled at me.

As we passed, their displeasure was palpable, and I realized they were scenting a general idea of what we’d just done. I was fully aware I wasn’t well liked within their ranks. The flyers liked my presence in their hallowed space even less than Hazel did. I wasn’t one of them. But as they all took in the scent of their weapons master’s arousal on me as she walked by with her hand in mine, I held my chin high and grinned their way.

“Evening,” I called over my shoulder.

I heard a growl or two and looked at Hazel, smirking.

“Popular, aren’t you?”she chuckled.

“Depends who you ask,” I retorted.

“You seriously want to come to fight with them in my class? The way they look at you, I would think you’d stay where you are and be satisfied,” Hazel asked when we were well past them.

I scoffed. “They’ll love me once they get to know me. I bet they’re all soft on the inside.”

Hazel shook her head in amused disbelief as we passed beneath the palace gate. “I’m almost tempted to say yes just to see what happens.”

She giggled.

The sound was soft and sweet and perfectly fit her tiny cuteness. If Zaria hadn’t informed me she was a storm dragon who was considered unbeatable with a sword, I would never have believed it. Other than her attitude, everything about her was petite and adorable. She was a walking contradiction, and I needed to know more.

“Then say yes,” I pressed. “Let me come tomorrow if only to be pulverized for your entertainment.”

“I don’t think Nyx would be pleased if I stood by and let the first flight rip you to pieces. He seems to like you for some reason.”

“I can hold my own, I promise. Just let me try out at least. If it doesn’t work out, you got your kiss, so you’re the winner.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“What?”

“So that was it? One kiss? It wasn’t even on my lips.”

I smirked at the double meaning. “Well, it kind of was.”

She rolled her eyes.“You know what I mean.”

“You want more than one kiss, sweet Hazel?” I said, stepping in close.“Because it would be my pleasure.”

She pressed a hand to my chest, halting me. “I at least want the chance to kiss you back.”

I felt my brows rise. “Just a kiss?”

She leaned into me, her lips hovering just over mine in a teasing smile. “I didn’t say where I wanted to kiss you.” She breathed, giving my words from this morning back to me.

I laughed, my cock thickening even more painfully. This tiny firecracker was full of surprises, and I loved it.

“Say I can train in your class, and you can kiss me wherever you like,” I bargained.

She groaned. “Fine. I’ll give you one shot, but if you don’t make the cut, you’re out!”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, shooting a fist in the air and beaming a satisfied grin. “You won’t regret it.”

“I know I won’t. If you aren’t good enough, I will have no regrets kicking you out on your arse. Now come on,” she said, taking my hand and marching towards the section of the palace where Zaria and Nyx had their rooms.

“Slow down, Goddess,” I pleaded as she took off at a fast clip. “You’ve made these pants impossibly tight tonight, and I’m kind of dying here!”

She turned and glanced down at my predicament, then huffed. “Please. I’m going to put you through more grueling things than that if you attend my class. Suck it up.” Then she smirked. “Or is that my job?”

I groaned, and she took off again. I found my stride alongside her without injuring myself, and soon, we were at her door.

I whistled as she led me inside. “Nice digs.”

She shrugged, tossing her bag onto a chair and approached me with a predatory look in her eyes. There was the dragon. It made her even hotter.

I held firm until she reached me, then felt forced into taking a step back. As I did, my leg hit something solid, and she pushed my chest lightly. It was all that was needed to shove me back onto her bed, and she stared down at me with hunger.

I was going to die if I had to keep these pants on any longer. So I held her gaze and pulled at the ties, loosening the opening.

“Thank the Goddess,” I sighed with relief.

“You won’t be thanking her when I’m done,” she said, sinking to her knees between my legs.

I propped myself up on my elbows and inhaled deeply. I would not come from just looking at her on her knees for me. I would not .

Hazel kept her eyes fixed to mine but gripped the top of my pants and dragged them downward. I lifted slightly to help her, and my cock sprang free. That was when her eyes left mine, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

“Goddess!” she whispered to herself, staring.

I wasn’t inexperienced—we’d established that. Nor was I ashamed of the reputation I was earning for myself. But it was all new experience. Before leaving the village, I was held prisoner to my whole life, and I’d never known more than quick fumbles. While I wasn’t against those where needed, this whole ‘taking your time’ business still got me every time.

She took a deep breath, which was all the warning I had before she slowly licked me from root to tip. She savored every last inch of me and moaned at the taste. Her eyes fluttered closed as she took my head into her warm mouth, and I was caught between not wanting to miss a second of the visual she offered and needing to close my eyes, let my head drop back, and possibly just dying on the spot from acute pleasure overload.

“Fuck,” I gasped when my whole length disappeared between her lips, the back of her throat agonizingly tight around my head. Then I moaned incoherently as she drew herself slowly back, leaving my cock glistening in the lantern light.

When she swirled her tongue around my crown, I lost the fight and sank into the pleasure, falling back onto the soft bed and letting my eyes drift closed. She was too good at this. No shame in that, but Goddess, I wanted it to last at least a minute. I needed her to do something less than perfect or I would blow. Just the image of her lips stretched around me and my head pressed into the back of her throat, seared into my memory, would ensure I was not going to last long now or any time in the future.

I was ruined, and I knew it.

“Hazel,” I choked, trying to lift my head or my hands to stop her.

Ignoring my plea, she placed her palm on my abs to stop me from getting up and began a particularly evil kind of torture involving both her hand and her mouth. But her rhythm was so languid, there was time for breath between the moments when her hand was wrapped around my shaft while her wicked swirling tongue worked my head and when I was buried back in that unbearably tight space at the back of her throat.

Those breaths allowed me to be suspended in that state of ecstasy for…years? Minutes? I had no idea, but it was longer than I thought possible when I almost lost it on the first stroke. I couldn’t last forever, though, and I moaned her name as I neared the peak, in reverence, or warning, I didn’t know.

She didn’t falter, though, and I was merely her puppet as she worked me to the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

I woke in a cold sweat and reached for my knife, instantly coming awake, haunted by dreams I couldn’t quite remember, but it wasn’t in its place.

A hand brushed over the scars on my back, making me freeze. “Luka?”

I flinched. Where the fuck was I?

It took agonizingly long for my memory to come back to me.

I’d fallen asleep in Hazel’s bed after spreading her out and feasting on her again, taking my time with my tongue and fingers once we had a bed to play in. We’d worn ourselves out, and although I’d had no intention of sleeping, I’d evidently succumbed.

The panic that had woken me grew, but I forced my breathing to slow. I’d had a nightmare. What had I said? How much had she seen?

This was why I didn’t spend the night with lovers.

Her thumb brushed my cheek. “Are you okay?”

I swallowed a few times, trying to get my tongue unstuck from the roof of my mouth. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” I tried to play it cool, putting on my mask. “Sorry if I was talking or something. I do that sometimes.”

“You were moaning in your sleep.”

I exhaled a pent-up breath. “I do that. Sorry for waking you.” I leaned over to brush my lips over her temple and then made to climb over her to leave.

“Where are you going?” she said in the cutest sleepy voice. Her dark curls spilled out over her pillow, framing her face, and for the first time since I embarked on this new life, I actually didn’t want to just get up and leave after. But I had to.

“I have to be up early,” I made up on the fly. What else could I say? I don’t want to subject you to the sleeping version of me? I don’t want to expose myself that way to anyone?

“That’s even more reason to stay and sleep.”

Her words made me hesitate, and I hovered over her when I asked, “Why would that be true?” I hovered over her.

She opened one eye. “Because you’ll get more sleep if you lay back down instead of traipsing halfway across the palace to find your own bed. You’ll be wide awake by then.”

“You have a good point.” I didn’t want to leave.

“I see you wavering. Lay down.” She brushed one of her curls out of her face, closing her eyes again.

I lingered.

Maybe I could do it for one night. Just be normal for once. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t possible.

She tugged at me, and in a moment of weakness, I let her pull me a little, settling back down next to her. She smiled, curling towards me, and within a minute or two, she was lightly snoring. Her entire body changed when she was so deeply out. Her beautifully bronzed skin eased around her eyes, erasing the tiny lines that indicated she had worries on her shoulders. In sleep, she was untroubled and so beautiful.

This female.

How could anyone ever tell her no?

I lay with her until she was in a state of deep sleep, then forced myself out of bed, careful not to wake her. She deserved better, and me staying the night would only cause more problems.

I gathered my clothes and cast one last look at her.

She was never going to let me in her class now, but I’d try my luck anyway because I couldn’t help myself.

Why did I do these things to myself?