Ways Of The Wicked (The Noru Series, Book 5)(4)By: Lola StVil
I continue my delicious descent.
Just as I am about to hit the rocky earth, he latches onto my ankle and hurls my body over to the closest ledge. I hit the rocky ground, roll over, and slam against a wall of earth. My wings finally reappear.
“What the hell, Pryor?” he shouts.
“I was doing fine until you threw me against the damn rocks!” I remind him as I rub my sore shoulder.
“Your wings would not have come back in time,” he yells.
“You don’t know that for sure.”
“Do you know how close you were to death?” he asks.
“HOW IS THAT DIFFERENT FROM ANY OTHER FUCKING DAY?”
“C’mon, let’s go!”
“Where?” I ask.
“I’m taking you back to New York City. Back to your team.”
“You didn’t take a handful of Toss like I did. I won. I don’t have to go anywhere with you.”
“Look, I’m not good at this whole rescue thing.”
“Pryor, don’t push me.”
“Fine. You’re not good at saving angels. What are you good at?” I ask as I study him.
He looks back at me as if seeing me for the first time. He spots the tear in my shirt, revealing the cleft between my breasts. He clears his throat and tells me to fix myself up so we can go.
“If you’re so eager to get me home, then come over and make me,” I challenge suggestively.
He shakes his head yet again and reaches out to me. I surprise him by yanking him down onto the floor beside me and straddling him in one quick move. He is now held captive between my thighs.
“Pryor, we have to go.”
“Why, don’t you like being in between my legs?” I ask.
“Para, I need your help,” I plead.
“I’m trying to help you. I’m trying to get you home.”
“That’s not the kind of help I need.”
“Okay, fine. What do you need?”
“I just fell off a mountain and I’m really sore. If I point at the places that hurt, will you rub them for me?” I ask.
“Right here, it hurts,” I reply, motioning towards my thigh as I gather the fabric of my skirt and expose my upper thigh to him. He places his hand on it and starts to massage me slowly. I’m not sure what came first, his tongue on my breasts or my fingers on his zipper.
All I know is we are a whirlwind of lust and greed. He bites my nipples and makes me scream with pleasure. I grind on him slowly and rhythmically until he can’t take it anymore. He flips me over and gets on top of me. He inserts himself so deep in me, I clutch the dirt beneath my fingers and make a fist.
I welcome his brute strength and aggression. Every demanding thrust pushes the bullshit in my life further away. I order him to go deeper. He says he doesn’t want to hurt me. I place my nipple between his lips and tell him to stop talking with his mouth full.
I wake up cold as hell. Note to self: next time you fuck on the side of a mountain, bring a blanket. Or at least make the guy cover you with his wings.
Crap. Who is he?
I look at the guy lying next to me. I can’t make out his face because he’s turned away. He’s tall, toned, and has massive wings.
Come on, Pry, think! Think! Who the hell is this guy?
Parts of last night come back to me in a series of blurry flashes. He’s a Para. He’s someone I know because he was sent to find me by the team. Wait! I remember now, he’s royalty! That must mean…
Damn it, I had sex with Bex!
Bex and I did get intimate when I was staying in the cottage he owns, in the center of the most beautiful garden in the world. I was devastated by what Aaden had done and couldn’t bring myself out of the daze I was in. Bex took really good care of me. Then later that night, he came by my cottage and took really, really good care of me. But as much as I enjoyed that night, I was glad we didn’t actually have sex because, as it turns out, most guys are self-centered, duplicitous bastards.
Crap, why didn’t I sleep with a different Para? Hell, why not a demon, for that matter? Anyone else is better than the guy who thinks he’s in love with me. I tried to tell him there is no such thing, but he just insists that love is real. And now that we’ve actually slept together, he’ll try to fill my head with superfluous bullshit like Aaden.