Page 35 of Castor
Our jet was parked in a private hangar at the airport. We paid a pretty penny to store it there, but the strictly controlled access and privacy was worth it. Alastair had called ahead and informed them we were on our way, so they were expecting us when we arrived at the airfield.
My heart jolted in my chest when I saw Kyo leaning against his bike, a black bag on the ground by his feet. Both he and the Ninja H2R were fucking beautiful. The bike wasn’t even street legal; it was for closed course only. The supercharged four-cylinder engine was built for tearing up the track, a total beast of a machine.
“How did you beat us here?” I asked after getting out of the car. “Your bike is fast but notthatfast.”
“Already had my bag packed.”
I grinned. “Kind of presumptuous of you. How did you know I’d say yes?”
Kyo shrugged. “I just hoped you would. Either way, I had no intention of staying in this town. If I couldn’t go with you, I would’ve gone somewhere else.”
“Why?”
He averted his gaze to the asphalt, and his jaw tightened. What was wrong with him?
“I appreciate you joining us,” Alastair said, drawing Kyo’s attention back up. “Though, I ask that you be certain this is what you want. If a fight breaks out, it will get ugly really quick. We’ll be outnumbered.”
“We’ve faced worse odds. I fought hordes of demons with you in the underworld.” Kyo grabbed his bag from the ground and slung it over his shoulder. “I can handle a few winged bastards.”
“Hey.” I shoulder-checked him. “I’m a winged bastard too.”
“I didn’t say you weren’t.”
“Ouch.” I clutched my chest. “You’re so mean to me.”
Though faint, Kyo smiled and looked away. I’d noticed something different about him at the club last night. I couldn’t put my finger on why, but he seemed more in his head. A little sad. He’d also been clingier as we’d fucked, his hands exploring my body as he kissed me over and over again. Like he couldn’t get close enough.
Maybe the twelve-hour jet ride would loosen his lips.
“Who’s flying the plane?” Kyo asked as we walked toward the hangar.
“Alastair. He’s big into aviation. Flying in general, really, whether it’s with his wings or in a plane.”
We boarded the jet while Alastair spoke with a member of the staff.
“Damn, this is nice.” Kyo smoothed his hand over the rich leather seats. “You guys definitely know how to travel in style.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist and whispered in his ear, “There’s a room in the back too with a king-sized bed. Maybe we can make some good use of it later.”
“Can I join?” Bellamy asked, pouring himself a drink before sitting in a chair beside the window. When his eyes met mine, the irises changed to burnt orange—the color of Kyo’s eyes.
What color would they change to if Kyo looked at Bellamy? Part of Bellamy’s power was knowing what someone found desirable. He could also tell when someone was aroused. What did Kyo find desirable?
“You can go fuck yourself,” I responded, pouring a drink for myself, then adding a shot of pure absinthe to give it a little kick. “How about that?”
“You’re so crude.” Bellamy leaned toward me, golden hair falling across his brow. “I love it.”
Raiden tore open a bag of chips and stuffed his face as Alastair boarded the jet and walked toward the cockpit.
Galen usually co-piloted when we traveled to keep Al company during the long flight. Not that the big grumpy asshole was much company, but still, even when silent, having Galen around brought a certain degree of comfort.
“I’ll go sit with him,” Raiden said before walking that way.
As the jet took off down the airstrip, I sat in the seat beside Kyo. The scent of water lilies tickled my nose, and my pulse quickened. The physical reaction I had to him stumped me. In all the years I’d been alive, I had never been drawn to someone as much as I was to him.
It reminded me of what Galen felt when he’d first met Simon. He had struggled with—and fought—his connection to the human before finally surrendering to it.
“You think he’s your mate?”Bellamy asked, using telepathy.
