The Fae King's Dream (Between Dawn and Dusk #2) - Jamie Schlosser Page 0,62

me tighter, and I can feel her emotions of exhilaration and wonder. It’s like flying for the first time. Our chests are pressed together, and my heart syncs up with hers, fast and strong.

“I was seven when I finally made it off the ground,” I tell her. “I only went about ten feet before I crashed into a snowdrift, but I remember how exciting it was.”

“I bet you were an adorable kid.”

“It’s true. I used to charm the servants into all kinds of things. Extra dessert, usually. My mother was the only one immune to my magnetism.”

Whitley laughs. “I don’t know how you manage to say such conceited things without sounding like a douche.”

“It’s probably because I’m pretty,” I respond honestly, which only makes her giggle even harder.

Cool mist kisses our skin as we rise above a cloud. Bringing my legs up, I fold them as if I’m sitting on it, and Whitley straddles my lap while she looks down. Maybe she’s a little too trusting, because she leans over so far that I’m in danger of dropping her.

When she looks back up at me, she gasps. “How are you hovering in one place? You’re hardly using your wings at all.”

“If I angle them just right, I can catch the wind when it’s strong enough.” The gust dies down for a second, and I flap hard to keep us up.

Wiggling, Whitley fits us more snugly together, and I can feel the warmth of her pussy on my cock.

I can’t wait to make this woman my wife.

“Could we, uh, you know…” Her tone is naughty. “Could we do it like this? Up here?”

Her curious question has my cock going from slightly stiff to rock hard. Distracted, my wings give out and we start to fall, but I quickly right us.

“Yes,” I reply huskily. “It’s called sky coupling. Many fae do it. It’s basically the equivalent of ‘parking’ in your world.”

“I want to.”

“Then we will someday. Survey your lands, milady.” I sweep out a hand and motion below, trying to change the subject so I don’t bang her brains out right here and now. “All this and more is yours.”

“It’s so beautiful,” Whitley breathes out, shifting to look in all directions.

“Tell me what you see.”

“Dawn is on the horizon, and the colors reflect on the water. Pink, orange, and purple. It’s like millions of diamonds sparkling.” Her voice is full of awe as her head dips. “There are so many ships in the harbor. Ours is the only one out on the water.”

“That’s because we’ve put a temporary ban on lake travel. The fishermen can venture out once we’ve departed, but they’re not allowed to go far.”

Suddenly, Whitley’s grip on my neck becomes a choke hold. “Is that a shark?”

“We don’t have those in the lake,” I wheeze, and she lets up a little.

“But there’s a huge shadow circling our ship.”

“Describe it.”

I already know what she’s seeing, but I want to hear it anyway. I like it when she’s my eyes. Hopefully she won’t have to do it much longer. A burst of anticipation makes my stomach flip when I think about completing the bond.

Being one with her.

Gaining my sight.

Getting everything I’ve ever wanted.

“Well, it’s fucking huge, for one,” she exclaims dramatically, making me grin. “And it has a pointy nose and a fanned-out tail.”

“The serras fish. They’re large, but not smart or aggressive. Their size makes them hard to catch, but just one can feed an entire village for a week.”

The bell on the ship rings again. Isla and Astrid must be on board now, which means we have to go.

“We can’t keep them waiting,” I say regretfully.

Whitley sighs. “I know. They’re so great for helping us.”

“Don’t let Kirian’s dedication fool you. Yes, he’s family and he’d be there for me either way, but he owes me so big. Quinn, too.”

“I sense a story behind that.”

“There is, and it’s one you need to hear. Tonight during dinner, I’ll tell you all about how Kirian was bewitched by Quinn at the young age of twelve, and how I gallantly saved the day when they needed a hero.”

She lets out a half-laugh, half-scoff. “Seriously?”

Soaring down to the ship, I give her my best innocent expression. “What? You don’t believe me? It’s true… Sort of.”

Holding Whitley securely to me, I dive for the last fifty feet and fan my wings out at the last second to catch us. Whitley lets out a full-blown belly laugh as we land, and I love the sound. In