Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

I suck in a sharp breath and throw my head back at the sheer pleasure of his tongue, licking and swirling around my clit. “Oh gods.” “Which one are you calling out for?” he asks against my flesh. “Because it’s just you and me in this room, Vi, and I don’t share.” “You.” My fingers tangle in his hair. “I’m calling out for you.”

“Oh no, no, no.” My hand covers my mouth as I glimpse the destruction. “I’m pretty sure I blew your window out.” “Unless there’s someone else throwing lightning around, then yeah, that was you. See what I mean? Explosive.” He laughs.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asks through a tiny opening in the door. “Grab your flight leathers, and you’d better bring Sorrengail with you, too,” Garrick says. “We’re under attack.”

“It’s been. My honor.” Liam’s chest rattles as his lungs struggle.

She’s awake. She’s alive. She’s…smiling? That must be a trick of the light. This woman likely wants to set me on fire.