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“Hmmm… I think I want you on top, so I can see how perfect you are when your world explodes.”
He moved to the bed, pulling me on top of him. I straddled him, kissing him, without bringing him inside of me. We both needed a little cooldown, even though my body was screaming for him to be back inside. I knew that if I pushed him in too soon, we would both explode after just a few moments. Being on top for me was one of the quickest ways for me to orgasm, well, and him feasting on me.
After a few moments, which felt like an eternity, kissing him, feeling my intensity go down some, I moved to enter him, slowly lowering myself, teasing just the tip for a few thrusts.
“Oh, fucking gods, Auri!”
Just what I wanted, teasing him just the way he had done to me. He reached his hand to my nipple, rubbing it slowly between his thumb and finger, and gods, if I didn’t want to let it go right then.
I finally lowered myself all the way, taking every bit of him inside of me. Fuck this felt so amazing, euphoric.
“Oh fuckkkkk.” He moaned out.
I moved my legs up on each side, planting my feet flat on the bed, maximizing his depth inside of me, grinding back and forth. His grunts got more intense and deeper. He was so close. I was so close. He was still holding my tit, every minute or so, rubbing my nipple. His other hand firmly gripped my hip. Both of my hands were on his chest, gripping him, trying not to dig my fingers in too hard. I had a habit of gripping whatever was in my hands with every bit of grip I had, often leaving marks. I tried to reach for pillows when that happened, but—
“Oh gods, Auri, I can’t… hold it… back”
He let out a roar that shook the windows. His sounds and our movement triggered me to explode right behind him. Letting out a mixture of fucks and moans, thank the gods the room had a ward on it. Just as I thought, I gripped onto his chest with a death grip, leaving small punctures from my nails. I collapsed onto his chest, moving my legs out. Both of our breathing was ragged, our pulse racing. We lay there holding each other, because no matter what, we had each other.
CHAPTER 45
Morning came too fast. The bell tolled six times, each clang like a hammer to my skull. First-year Riders and leadership were the only ones in the dining hall. We were informed that all first-year Riders would report to the flight field. The cadet leadership, minus the Flight Guides, would be discussing plans.
All of us first-years shuffled onto the flight field, but Featherwing looked like we’d been dragged through the stables backward. Micah wore his headache plain, squinting at the pale winter sun like it was trying to kill him.
Sadie kept muttering under her breath, “never again, never again.” Though she still walked straighter than most of us.
Lorenzo looked ready to vomit on his boots, and Akira had the hollow-eyed stare of a woman bargaining with the gods.
Thora, infuriatingly, looked composed. Only the faint tightness around her mouth betrayed her. Micah shot her a look and let out a large laugh.
Professor Hildegard was waiting, arms folded, expression tight. His voice cracked across the field, far too loud for anyone with a pounding head. “You are Riders. You will learn to fly, whether you drank yourself sick or not. And yes, it’s that obvious.”
Lorenzo groaned audibly.
Hildegard’s gaze snapped at him. “Be inconvenienced again, Cadet Carnethon, and I’ll have you running laps until you can’t stand.”
Lorenzo snapped upright, trying not to sway. “Yes, sir.”
Hildegard’s eyes swept over all of us, merciless. “From today until you leave, your only duties are flight training and saddle completion. You willnot waste time in classrooms when you need to learn this before you can leave. Flight field. Saddle making. Nothing else.”
That actually perked Sadie up. She straightened, her eyes sparking. “So, no lectures?” she whispered to me.
“No lectures,” I muttered back, rubbing my temple. “Just falling to our deaths.”
Our fliers all landed in the field, so many more than when it was just Featherwing. The ground shuddered like an earthquake each time they landed. We all walked to our fliers and mounted.
“You’re sluggish,”she teased as I scrambled onto her back, head throbbing.“Last night did not serve you well.”
“Neither did your sarcasm,” I shot back, gripping the pommel.
“I want everyone to go up and do four laps around the entire campus ground,” he shouted across the field.
She launched, wings beating hard, dragging me up into the icy morning air as my stomach lurched. Below, Micah was screaming something incoherent as Sera rolled him into a spiral, and Lorenzo was already half dangling out of Syth’s saddle.
Sadie’s laughter carried even over the wind, sharp and merciless. “Gods, we’re pathetic!”
“Speak for yourself,” I shot back at her.
