Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,122
like you did tonight. You asked me why, it’s simple. You are my mate.”
It’s the wrong thing to say. He growls and pulls himself away before jumping on the roof ledge, his wings spreading out. I follow him, hopping up next to him and balancing there as I grab his arm.
“No, I lied. It’s not that simple. It’s because even though you don’t know me, you saved my life more than once. It’s because of the anger I see in your eyes whenever I mention my ex-husband. It’s the fucking good I see in you when you saved those women when you didn’t have to. It’s because of the beauty you craft with your hands and hide away so no one can see. It’s because, even though you’re angry and driven to madness, you take pictures to show your view of the world. Everything for you is dark, but if you let me, I will be your light,” I vow.
He swallows hard and turns to face me, with the night sky and the drop to the ground to our right, and the rooftop to our left. “And if I can’t?”
“What does it hurt to try?” I ask seriously. I reach out my hand and leave it in the middle, waiting for him decide. I won’t force him.
My heart races and my palm turns sweaty for those agonising seconds he leaves me waiting, but he slowly places his hand in mine before using it and dragging me to him. Looking up at him from the circle of his arms, I smile.
“It doesn’t mean I won’t be an asshole, just not all the time,” he warns and I laugh.
“I never expected anything else from you,” I admit and he chuckles, and the sound makes me grin, because there is true happiness ringing there. He stops, his eyes sparkling, and I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss him gently before settling back on my feet again.
“You call that a kiss?” he scoffs.
He leans down and covers my mouth, and I part my lips and he sweeps in. Groaning, I reach up and grip his shoulders as the kiss turns hard. All fighting tongues and clashing teeth, our need exploding between us. Between both near misses and our fight, this had been brimming for a while.
He grips my ass and drags me closer before groaning into my mouth and picking me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I hold on to him hard, giving as good as I get. Loving the hard way he grips me, not like I’m fragile, but like I’m an equal.
I gasp and pull away from his mouth as he lifts us from the roof, his wings flapping to get us above the city until we are floating in the sky. There is no rush this time, nothing to run from or a fight to be had. Instead, I look around me in awe, loving the freeing feeling of flying.
I laugh and lean back in his arms, holding my arms out to side and letting the air flow through my fingers. Looking back at Griffin, I see him smiling softly, for once just happiness on his face.
“I have always wanted to try something,” he teases, and I lean into him with a wicked grin.
“Well, come on then, do tell, wing boy,” I quip.
“Why don’t I show you?” he snarks back, as one of his arms stays around me, but his other snakes under my top and cups my breasts, the loose male shirt billowing around us as he untucks it. It’s not like I could wear a bra in male form, so his warm palms covers my hard nipple and he starts to roll it between his fingers, making me gasp.
“Griffin,” I moan, when his hand leaves my breasts and travels down my stomach, leaving fire in its wake as he touches me. He reaches the trousers, the only reason they have stayed up is the belt, which he undoes, and unzips them before slipping his hand inside. My eyes go wide as he nudges past the boxers I borrowed from him and cups my pussy.
“You can’t be serious.” I laugh.
“Deadly, unless you’re scared?” he taunts.
Grinning, I grip his shoulders harder. “Don’t drop me this time, Fallen,” I order as he rubs my clit, making me moan.
He leans in and kisses me. “Never again,” he whispers, as he wrings moan after moan out of me and into the night sky.