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Wings. Kyan’s wings will be my greatest memory of this journey to the Court of Storms. Before, they were tattered and gray—much like my soul before I entered the Veil of Souls, played with monsters, and became their willing slave. And eventually, their Queen. Now, Kyan’s wings are as iridescent as moonlight on black ice. Not once is he concerned about the blinding rain raging all around us. They do not ravage his feathers. No, those pinions beat steadfast, gleaming like molten glass in the night—unwavering through any weather.
My pussy still thrums and throbs from when he pushed into it countless times with that vibrating cock. I’ll never forget my first time with Kyan like I’ll never forget my first time with Drago. But unlike with the dragon, which happened in a lackluster tower bedroom, Kyan threw me off a tower. And fucked me in midair!
“Ugh, my skin feels like lightning bolts struck it a hundred times.” “And you rode the storm beautifully, Quinny dear!”
Merikh is the dark one. Mayce is the smart one. Drago is the leader. “You follow them. You’re all around them,” I murmur against his lips and blink back tears as I study his beautiful face. Angelic. Ethereal. Deep-set eyes, sensual, with the color of winter storms. “You’re the loyal one. And you’ll always be there…here.”
“Darkness will always worship the light as the light will always flirt with darkness. You may tempt the darkness. You may hate it. But it is the only safe place for you to hide.”

