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"You like that, baby?" I grunted as I slammed her down onto my cock, loving the smack of skin on skin as our bodies met with each thrust.
Fucking hell, she was so wet and tight I didn’t know how long I could last. There was no damned way I would let that happen until after my baby was satisfied, though.
"Yes," she moaned as her eyes fluttered closed in bliss, and I used the momentum from her still-beating wings to make the pace of my own counter the timing of her coming down to my thrusting up.
"Don't stop, please," she pleaded, her plush lips parting as our eyes met, and I swear I saw the moment all the walls between us crumbled. It was like an avalanche of emotions that passed in a span of seconds. We became one in body and soul.
I fucked her relentlessly until her wings were unable to keep up and she lost herself to the sensations and unraveled, clenching around my cock as she came with a sharp cry of release.
Her chest fell forward onto me as her hand brushed across my wings, which still beat steadily, holding us afloat. The euphoria that came with the stroke of her fingers against the sensitive appendages was a lightning bolt straight to my cock.
"Oh, fuck baby," I groaned, feeling my balls tighten in a sign that I was close to my own release.
"Come in me," she whispered in my ear as she licked the shell and stroked my feathers again. Fuck if I didn't do exactly that. My hands tightened on her ass as I held her still and poured myself into her with a groan.
A few seconds later, I came out of the mind-numbing trance that accompanied an orgasm and slid my hands to her lower back. We held each other in silence until the sun fully set, soaking in each other's presence in a moment I would never forget.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Adrien
Ihated the idea of being away from Ama for even a moment. When she had disappeared— literally into thin air—it had single-handedly been the most terrifying moment of realization in my life. More than my parents being imprisoned. More than my sister in danger. More than any of that because the woman I loved was gone, just fucking gone.
Not that I didn’t love my family, but I knew where they were being held, and I knew they would be used as bargaining tools against us. With Ama...I didn’t know any part of the equation, and that had driven me to insanity. I hadn’t known who had taken her, what they wanted with her, or where she was.
Still, I’d known our efforts were essential to making sure that we not only survived what came next, but also won the damned war. So, I’d kept my desire to be by her side to myself and had decided to go with Jace to gather intel from the front lines. Commander Pandora and the others had been discussing our plans moving forward, but the largest piece of missing information was predicting what the Dark Elves planned to do next. Luckily, Jace and I had the Wraith ability to move seamlessly in the shadows towards the barrier of the capital, where there were a heavy amount of forces lining the gate.
I knew Dark Elves were powerful, but they were also prideful and underestimated us, which was their biggest fault. It also was a direct reflection of the leadership that commanded their house. My parents weren't perfect, but they had always emphasized the importance of not underestimating any opponent, whether a Wraith or otherwise. Although, I thought that was somewhat intrinsic to being a Wraith. We constantly stayed in the shadows, summing up our opponents in silence, gathering the intel we needed without our targets knowing.
Unlike the other houses, specifically the Hellhounds, our best strategy wasn't outright combat. Not that we weren't skilled in that because we very much were, but more than anything, being able to move silently through the shadows was our best advantage. It was one of the reasons I could appreciate the level of skill that Finias worked with. He truly didn’t flaunt the extent of his powers. No...he was the most lethal of us all by far, and the most he did was threaten people with a dagger to the throat or tongue.
In reality, I knew he could blow us all into fine particles of dust within a matter of moments if driven to using his most powerful runes. He might not have been a Reaper, but he was death incarnate in other ways.
"I am really hoping this doesn't take long," Jace admitted quietly from beside me. "My Hellhound is practically jumping out of my fucking skin being away from her."
I completely understood that feeling. My shadows itched to wrap her into my embrace.
"Hellhounds can only mark one mate, right? Is it the same for hybrids?" I had a large amount of knowledge about the other houses, but mating was one of those things not as readily discussed, mostly because it was considered not only intimate but sacred in the text I had read on the subject.
At one point, it had discussed harems being quite normal in society before the first war that had sought the genocide of hybrids. While it was strange to us in a sense because it wasn’t practiced anymore, we truly would have fit right in when everyone had been free to love who they wanted.
"Yes," Jace nodded then exhaled roughly, "After marking our mate, we are supposed to spend a few days together, mostly alone, just getting used to the bond...I can't imagine how painful that was for Damien, especially since he couldn't see her at all. I'm practically losing my shit over the fact that I've been away from her for thirty minutes, let alone days."
The marking that Jace and Damien had bestowed upon Ama spoke far more to how serious they were about their relationship than anything they could have said. Although it seemed that all of us had come to the same conclusion, that it was worth sharing, especially with men we respected...rather than to lose Ama. The woman had stood up to the devil himself to come back to us—she deserved anything she wanted. Always.
"We will get back soon," I promised as we continued to watch from where we were hidden on the ledge of a building above the entrance to the capital, looking down on the Dark Elf forces that were gathering equipment.
"I know," Jace grunted, "I am just paranoid that fucker is going to come and take her again."
I shook my head, "None of us would let that happen."
"He's the devil, the literal fucking devil," Jace's jaw clenched. "How are we supposed to stand up to that if he just decides he’s done letting us have her again?"
His point wasn't wrong, but he wasn't considering one important part.
"We don't have a choice. If it comes down to it, it's either fight the devil or lose Ama," I hissed. "I am not willing to lose her again. Ever."
"You're right," Jace nodded before narrowing his eyes on the capital ahead. "Do you think we can win this? Do you think they will eventually run out of bodies to keep throwing at us?"
