Page 138 of Alien God

“How do I look? Won’t embarrass you in front of the other gods, will I?”

I was totally fishing for compliments, but I didn’t care. Wylf didn’t seem to care, either. He dragged a knuckle between my breasts, making my nipples prick behind the silk. I wasn’t wearing a bra – impossible with this dress’ design – and Wylfrael’s breath quickened when he looked at my breasts.

“You look like perfection taken shape,” he murmured. He bent, placing a slow, tender kiss between my collarbones, dipping his tongue into the place where my heart beat. My thighs squeezed, and my spine arched. I knew we had to go, and yet I hoped he’d bring his mouth further down and tongue my nipples through the dress. This morning, I had been the one eschewing sex to get ready for this event. The tables had turned, and here I was begging with my body, now.

Though I could see the straining behind the crotch of his trousers, he pulled away. Not too far, though. He took my hand, and I squeezed his.

“Hey, don’t you need a mask?” I asked as he led me out of the bedroom.

“No. It’s not a necessity to attend. I just wanted to see you wear it.”

Flushing, I decided I’d keep it on.

Wylfrael and I ascended to the conservatory. Still holding my hand, Wylf pulled the lever that opened the walls. Goosebumps erupted all over me as the cold air hit my exposed skin, the silk doing little to conserve warmth.

“We won’t be out here long,” Wylf assured me. He scooped me up into his arms...

And took off.

My heart flip-flopped in my chest, and I threw my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. Not that Wylf would let me fall, but I wasn’t exactly used to this. He hadn’t flown with me like this, high in the air, since the night we’d gotten engaged.

The sun was setting, nearly gone behind the mountains, turning their ridges the colour of wine. We went higher and higher, as if we were fleeing the sun’s light itself, launching up towards the stars. I shivered and clung to Wylf, my hair whipping around my face, kept only slightly in place by the lace straps of the mask.

Eventually, the ascent slowed.

“Ready?” Wylf asked.

“Ready,” I croaked. Here we go.

Wylf’s face darkened with powerful concentration, though his star map seemed to grow suddenly brighter. His eyes sliced through the night as he tucked me closer to his chest, holding me with one arm and raising the other.

I looked away from him, turning my attention to the sky, speechless when I saw solid matter forming out of the air. The sky was condensing and hardening into a wall before my very eyes.

Wylfrael raised his fist, then slammed it down.

The force of his action made my teeth chatter and my bones rattle. A massive crack had formed in the wall. The door.

I held tightly to my husband as he stepped through.

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