Fuck. I want to see her pregnant.
“Traditions should be upheld,” Tanya sniffs.
“Then do not complain when it kills you.” Spreading my wings, I launch into the air. Arienna clings to me, burying her head against my chest as she squeezes her eyes shut. My heart beats as fast as hers as I focus on what I let myself finally think about.
Children.
With her.
Growing up in a world that won’t see them kill each other for this fucking throne.
Clenching my jaw, I lock those dreams down. Hope is nothing but a curse from the gods.
As soon as we land in the aviary, I whistle for Maeve. My queen clings to me, weak and shaking, but she doesn’t resist when I pick her up and put her on the crow. Basking in her trust of me, I calm a little. Maeve nudges me with her head before I climb up myself, and I take a moment to stroke her beak. “Who’s a good girl?” I say softly to her.
She ruffles her feathers with pride.
Arienna mutters something.
“What was that?” I ask, lifting my head to look at her.
“Me,” she whines, and I fight so hard not to laugh. With the Court all around us, it feels too much like an ambush. It isn’t safe to let my guard down.
By the time I settle in behind my queen, the rest of our group are on their own steeds. Holding Arienna’s hands, I press my heels into Maeve. She hops along the branch until she has the space to fly, then she spreads her wings and takes off.
My queen tenses, and I kiss her neck while moving her hands up into my hair. She grabs hold tight, but the sharp pain at my scalp is too pleasurable to correct. Cupping her breasts through her dress, I rub the cum still spread across her bruised skin. “Did my little slut like having my cum on her in a crowded room?”
A shiver runs through her, but her fingers don’t loosen in my hair.
“Did she like feeling the chocolate on her leg? Knowing that if she’d just been a good girl yesterday, it could’ve been licked up, then replaced with more cum?
“Does she want,” I say, feathering my thumbs across her nipples, my cock rising as they do, “to be covered in it by the end of the week? To have Jace undress her, finding each and every drop she wears so well?”
Panting, she pushes her ass against my cock. I groan as I slide my lips across her neck, letting her hear how much I’m suffering. “I asked you… a question, my queen.”
Her grip loosens ever so slightly. Her breathing quickens fast. And the knowledge that her entire focus is on me and what I can do for her is making me fuckingweak.I want to order Maeve to land, then fuck my queen in the privacy of the nearest shadow.
“Yes,” she rasps.
I growl into her neck, nearly undone from her simple admittance. With the Royal Guard around us, I take my time teasing my queen on top of her clothes. Her hands loosen in my hair, and I guide one of them down to my cock. As she reaches behind her to touch me, I cup her over her chastity belt.
“When I take this off you for lunch,” I rasp against her neck, “you’re going to sit down on my face. And you’re not going to leave the table until – Left!”
Maeve barrel rolls with a loud caw.
Arienna screams.
I wrap my arms tight around her as a jungle cat jumps off the branch of a tree. It misses us, but grabs Echo’s bird, and I dig my heels into Maeve to order her to climb.
Instead, she banks hard to the right. A slash of talons grazes her middle. Another set grabs her by the face. The hawk flaps its wings and twists, trying to overpower Maeve, who’s frantic to get away.
Arienna grabs hold of her feathers on another scream. I look over my shoulder, debating if we should bail. If we tumble, I won’t be able to spread my wings. We might hit one of the branches before I can right us.
Jace’s bird swoops past, its talons aiming for the hawk’s eyes. Another guard joins in, and as the three of them fight, Maeve is turned upside down. Arienna slips off her, and I follow suit a second later, my arms still tight around her.
As we rush towards the ground, I try to twist us around. We smack into a large leaf. Arienna scrambles to grab on as we slide down it, but I’m on the bottom, and she’s making this really fucking difficult.
We free fall once more. Her screams are ripped away by the wind. Spreading my wings, I finally manage to right us. She scrambles in the air, her arms and legs swinging. “Put me down!” she screams.
