Wings Of Fire Peril And Clay Kiss Novels & Stories

I yank him to me and crash my lips against his with a growl. I wrap my legs around his waist, the skirt riding up. His hands grip my now bare ass as he pins me against the tree. I grab the collar of his shirt, tearing it from his shoulders as he tears at my skirt. My lips trail down to his throat as his free hand slides up my chest, cupping my breast through the fabric. A fire ignites in my belly, all-consuming and feral. His fingers graze along my slit, and I moan—the slickness between my thighs coating his hand.

I resumed grooming my paw, utterly unbothered. Ofelia cleared her throat, the corners of her lips still fighting a smirk. “Spitfire’s very selective about who’s allowed near her kittens.” “And people with bad energy,” Xenia added sweetly. Amaya nodded. “You’ve got awful energy, babe.” Ace whistled low under his breath. “Tough crowd.” Clay shrugged like he was just here for the entertainment. Zach held his ground, arms folding casually over his chest, broad shoulders blocking the exit like the world’s most polite bouncer. “You walked into her space, Jane. You didn’t exactly knock.”

Since no one was going to listen to me anyway when I do all that they want, perhaps they will listen to me when I don't do what they want. The door to the car flung open, and my poison stepped out of the car, clapping. “Wow! In how many days, you've grown some wings. I've told you before that you're not built for the world outside the walls of my care. Look at you now, sounding like a man.” He scoffs. I could not look Ares in the eyes as he approach me. “What? You're shy now?” He erupts into a manipulative laughter. “How can you live without me? Look at how you're shaking because I'm standing in front of you.” He push my chin up and locked eyes with me.

The moment I gave the word, he took off, wings slicing the sky, fire erupting in great gouts that scorched the clouds. The castle came into view looming, ancient, familiar and foreign at once. We circled low, and in a moment of defiance or instinct, Larkis released a stream of fire over the flower garden, Petals turned to ash, Warriors ran for cover but I didn’t care. Let them know I am coming. We landed hard. I slid down, armour clinking, steps silent on scorched earth. Larkis rose again and vanished into the clouds, leaving smoke and echoes behind.

I whispered, my voice rough, “I’ll stay with you in the fire.” Her eyes glistened. “And if it’s me who burns you?” “Then let me burn.” Her lips trembled before they crushed against mine, desperate and fierce. Our kiss deepened, pulling the air from my lungs. Her hands dragged down my back, nails scraping, demanding more.

I make my way weaving between empty cabins and stopping in the clear center. My mate stands in burnt clothes that just barely cover her body. Her veins glow red as I watch the fire retract back into her. Silas is behind her ice overtakes the flames putting them out. I see her skin begin to glow and her eyes are golden. Two giant white wings burst from her back. Flames overtake them and she looks to the sky. Every muscle in her body is flexed and she screams the pain finally hits me and I gasp for air. I shift back on my hands and knees gasping for air.

But then, Gwendolyn suddenly unbuttoned her coat to reveal the sexy lingerie underneath. She flashed Kaden a seductive look. "Are you really going to leave?" Right away, I saw the change in Kaden's expression. In the shadows, a discreet smirk formed on his lips. "You really know how to tempt me." The two of them locked lips. Meanwhile, I turned off the dashcam footage with an ashen face.

Vito and I exchange a glance. My breathing comes quick, lungs full of the smoke and spice scent of dragons. We can still run, but they will chase us. They can report us to the dragons of Caelum. I guess there isn’t a choice. Rising to my feet, I spread my wings wide and step on top of the dune. The woman stands there, hands crossed over her chest, her clothes and hair as dull and dirty as the dust around her. But her eyes are a sharp green that I can make out from here, contrasting against dark bronze skin, darker than mine. But like me, her hair is cut short, almost to her scalp. A scar cuts straight across her face, but I can’t tell whether it’s from a blade or a dragon’s talon. The excess

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

I reply as I release my power. My hair turns red and my eyes go ashen. I aim straight for the demon's stomach as my flame eats away at his blackened tendrils. A screech of agony is given from the demon prince as I continue to blast him, my energy drains quickly as I give a worried look at Knight who's fingers have begun shooting purple sparks at the demon. Wrapping around him, and dragging him towards us. The demon doesn't realize it yet, but he has already lost.