Page 38 of Fence

His scales reminded me of the pet lizard my fifth-grade class had kept as a pet. Funny, the things you remember when you’re faced with something outside your comprehension.

I ran a hand over his neck, then stood on tiptoe to examine the horns which trailed down his neck, getting larger as they ran down his back, and ending in spikes at his tail.

He was beautiful.

“Are you sure you want me to try this? You know how I am. I wouldn’t want you to feel bad if I fall off.”

He only snorted, his head moving back and forth like he was telling me I was crazy. I didn’t think it was so crazy. What would happen to me if I lost my grip?

I decided to try, anyway, and placed my left foot on what would’ve been his shoulder if he’d been human, before swinging my right leg over his back. I looked around for something to hold onto and settled on linking my hands around one of his horns and letting my thighs do the rest. I would’ve felt a lot better if there was a seatbelt.

It all happened so fast. His wings stretched out, and wind rushed through my ears when he flapped them. We were airborne before I knew it, rising higher and higher with every movement of those incredible wings. They looked so delicate but were as strong as steel, able to lift us into the air and keep us there.

“I can’t believe this!” I screamed, holding on for all I was worth.

We sailed over the treetops, then even higher, until I was sure we would touch the clouds. The beauty beneath us was enough to make me want to weep—so green, so blue, so pure. I would never see it again. I wouldn’t have a choice.

But I would get to fly.

I laughed wildly as we swooped down, then sailed back up and in a wide circle. I had never felt so free, so incredibly alive. And he was under me, keeping us airborne. We couldn’t have been closer if we tried. The power between my thighs was enough to make me feel a little faint. All that power…

We were back on the ground before I was ready to land, but there was something I needed to tell him, anyway.

I slid off and waited for him to shift back, my heart in my throat. When he was human again, I threw my arms around his neck before he had the chance to put so much as a stitch of clothing on.

“I love you,” I gasped before covering his mouth with mine and kissing him as hard as I could.

I wanted him to believe it.

I felt laughter rumbling in his chest as he kissed me back, wrapping his arms around my waist, crushing me against his unyielding body.

He lowered us both to the ground, and I slid my arms from my coat and left it under me as he stretched out on top of me. I didn’t even care that we were out in the open—it wasn’t really open, anyway, not with the trees all around us.

The branches crisscrossed above our heads and blocked out the sky, making it almost as dark as night.

But I could still see him—more important, I could feel him. I could touch him while he touched me, running his hands over my body as he kissed me again and again, until I couldn’t breathe but held him closer anyway, needing more. My head spun, but I clung to him like a life raft as he explored me.

“Ciera…” His voice was a growl in my ear before his tongue traced the curve of the lobe, then moved down the side of my throat.

I sighed and ran my hands through his hair, over his shoulders and arms, lost in him. It was bliss like I had never known, bliss I wished would never end. Just the feeling of his hot lips burning my skin with the sweetest fire.

One of his hands slid under my sweater and cupped my breast, kneading and stroking until his fingers met at the nipple and rolled it gently between thumb and forefinger.

I cried out my approval, pressing myself against him, giving him more. He raised the sweater, and the cold air sent goosebumps over my skin before his mouth warmed me, pulling the nipple between his teeth.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in, until the thick, hard length of his dick skewered my hip.

He growled, which only made the heat in my core burn hotter than ever. The beast was just beneath the surface, breathing heavy, grunting and growling as his need met mine and combined, creating something bigger than the both of us, something that could sweep us both up in its wake.

Fence’s hands stroked my waist before working at the button on my jeans. I helped him work them off along with my panties, kicking them aside, running my legs over his. Grateful for every inch of skin touching any inch of his.

He stroked my thighs, the curve of my butt, his fingers hooking into something like claws as they ran over my skin. I hissed, lost between pleasure and pain, welcoming the sensation, wanting more. I did the same to him, marking his back and shoulders, smiling in triumph when he moaned louder than ever.

“I love you.” He raised himself up on his forearms and looked down at me. “I love you, Ciera.”

“I love you,” I managed to gasp as one of his hands cupped my tingling, swollen mound and stroked my slick lips.

His fingers slid inside, finding my clit, and my body arched as exquisite pleasure exploded from that one spot, radiating through me until my toes curled.

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