Page 93 of Black Onyx
“There!” He yells, “Are you fucking happy now! I didn’t want to fucking trigger you!”
I slam my lips on his, shutting him up before he can continue his rant. He growls, tightening his arms around me as I feel his magic brush against mine in the most delicious way. I loosen the hold on my magic and watch, fascinated as our magics slam into one another, and the Bond I share with Loki and Killian snaps into place with Storm. His tongue dips into my mouth as he kisses me hungrily, and I return it with just as much passion. I've been thinking about kissing him since I first laid eyes on him, and it far exceeds my expectations. My heart is practically exploding in my chest with just how right this feels.
His hands grip my arse tightly, pulling me closer to his stiff cock and making me moan. I want to carry on, I don’t want to stop, but I have something important that he needs to know. I start to pull back and then weave my hands and pull his head back as his lips try to follow; my cheeks hurt from the size of my smile, but I reign it in.
“I am not scared of you.” I say firmly, and the feral look that was in his eyes flees, “you pulled me out of that panic attack. I trust you. Please don’t ever hide who you really are from me, Storm. I fucking hate it.”
He studies my face, and I let all my emotions show and hope he can fucking see them. Finally, he nods, “Are you sure?”
“Fuck yes, I’m sure. I love your wings. You’re right. The first time I saw them, they reminded me of something, and when you approached me angrily in the locker room and your wings came out, it did trigger me. But I know you. I know you are a good person, and I know you would never hurt me.” I glance over his shoulder at his wings, watching them move lazily behind him. “They don’t scare me, and now that I can see them properly, they couldn’t be further from the ones that do trigger me.”
I’m not lying. Storm’s wings are perfectly formed, they’re black, but they have very subtle dark red designs on them, and they’re beautiful.
“Fine,” Storm starts and then his voice gets firm, “but you need to promise me that if they ever do start to give you flashbacks, you tell me before it gets to the point that you can’t.”
“I promise.”
“Are you guys going to come down now?” Rival calls up to us.
I frown and look down, sure enough, we’re at least ten feet up in the air, and I hadn’t even realised, especially since Storm is keeping us steady with such ease. He looks at me cautiously, probably waiting for me to freak out.
My grin is full of dirty intent, “So, do you think you could keep us flying if we were naked?”
He chokes, and we drop slightly as the shock makes his wings stutter. I hear the guys groan beneath us, clearly having heard my words.
I tap Storm’s chest, “Maybe we’ll build up to that.”
He growls and pulls me closer.
“Guys, come on. I want to make sure Farren’s okay myself!” Killian calls up, interrupting, and Storm sighs heavily, lowering us to the floor.
As soon as I’ve stepped out of Storm’s arms, Killian’s tail whips out, wrapping around my thigh and making me stumble into his chest. He pulls me close, burying his head in my neck.
“You scared me,” he whispers, “did you just bond with Storm?”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper back and then add, “and yeah, I’m pretty sure I did.”
“Good,” he replies, letting me go, and I find myself pulled into everyone’s arms. Even Zev pulls me in.
“That was fucking insane,” he mutters.
“Welcome to the team.” I tease.
Storm’s eyes suddenly widen, and I realise that my bonds are open. He glances over at Kill, who doesn’t say anything but just nods, confirming what Storm’s asking him. His eyes collide with mine, and a breathtakingly beautiful smile crosses his face. I guess I don’t have to worry that he will be mad at me for the bond.
My eyes catch on Loki, who immediately started pacing as soon as he let me go. I open my mouth to ask if he’s okay, but he starts talking before I can get anything out.
“What the hell was that?” he asks but carries on before anyone can clarify what he’s talking about; he points at me, “Her eyes were doing that all black and gold thing that happened last time we were in the Void, the wind was blowing around her like she was the eye of a freaking storm, and she said a whole bunch of stuff to the Void beast that I couldn’t understand, but it seemed to and it fucking bowed to her, it bowed to her right?”
“Yes, it bowed to her,” Killian replies, much calmer than Loki.
“I was speaking the same language I did in the Void?” I ask, and everyone nods, “huh.”
“What the fuck was that?” Loki asks again, throwing his hands up into the air.
Killian and Zev share a loaded and knowing look.
“That was the beginning of destiny,” Zev states, and there’s no mistaking the truth in his voice.
