The Hidden (Shadowed Wings #1)(32)
I lie with my cheek pressed against the cool dirt cocooning the roots of the tree and blink through the shock and hurt. I really need to figure out this whole landing thing, because I’m over the smash and stop I seem to be doing all the time. Bare feet tromp into my line of sight, but when I try to lift my head to see who it is, agony shoots through my neck, shoulder, and wing. I rest my head back where it was, content to let the mystery of the owner of the feet remain a little longer.
“Falon, can you hear me?” Zeph asks, panic bleeding out of his voice, and he drops down in front of me. “Be okay, be okay,” I think I hear him whisper chant, but it’s hard to be sure through the ringing in my ears.
Zeph brushes my hair out of my face, and I get a clear line of sight to the huge cock hanging between his crouched thighs. I stare at it shamelessly for a couple of seconds, the soft shaft dangling from a nest of black curls, and I have the sudden urge to see if it feels as squishy as it looks. Since blinking is about the only movement that doesn’t hurt right now, I’m forced to keep my hands to myself.
“Little sparrow, can you hear me?” Zeph asks again, leaning down closer to my face.
“Your telephone pole dick is staring at me,” I croak, and I swear the thing twitches.
“Where are you hurt?” he demands, his voice abandoning the tenderness that was just there and falling back into familiar gruff territory.
“Everywhere,” I announce, but it sounds like a question.
“Rutting centaurs!” he exclaims, and it sounds like he’s swearing, but I have no idea what he just said. “I’m going to have to set your wing before it heals wrong and I have to rebreak it to fix it.”
I don’t respond in any way.
“Here’s the thing, little sparrow, you can’t scream. The forest isn’t safe on this side of the lake, and too much noise will bring a rut load of trouble down on our heads.”
Once more, I don’t say or do anything, and Zeph grows quiet. “Cum on a tree sprite,” he swears again, and I don’t know what he’s doing, but it’s making Heavy D and The Boys bounce around. I feel two large hands lift me up by the shoulders, and a shriek of protest pours out of me.
“Shhh, you have to be quiet,” he scolds me, but I fucking can’t.
Tears stream down my face as he picks me up and pulls me into his lap. His body is warm against my chilled skin, but every jostle feels like torture, and I scream through gritted teeth as he rests my head against his chest. He finally has a clear view of my left shoulder, and he swears again.
“Your shoulder’s out, too,” he informs me, his tone clinical, and I whimper and pant through the new wave of pain crashing through me from being moved. “Little sparrow, I know it hurts, but you have to be quiet. If they find us, we’ll be tortured and killed.”
I’m not sure who the they are he’s talking about, but the worry in his tone has me gritting my teeth and nodding my head. I turn my face into his heated skin and squeeze my eyes closed in anticipation. I’m not sure how much time goes by, but he doesn’t immediately reset my shoulder or wing like I expected. I relax slightly, and that’s when he thrusts my elbow up, and my shoulder pops back into place. The cry I can’t swallow back down is muffled against his skin. He doesn’t even give me time to catch my breath before his hands are on my wing, snapping things back into place and causing an inferno of anguish to blaze through me.
My vision tunnels, and I beg for unconsciousness. Just when I get a grip on the blackness and try to pull it over me like a comforting blanket, it slips from my grasp, and I’m left panting against Zeph’s chest. Pain laps through me, cresting and falling. My tears drip down my cheek and speckle his olive toned skin.
“Shhhh, little sparrow, it’s over. You did well. It’s okay,” Zeph coos at me as he wipes the tears from my face with his calloused thumb.
His rough fingertips feel oddly soothing, and a shuddering breath moves through me as I try to stem my tears. His hand moves from my face momentarily, and he runs it up my spine to the base of my neck. Familiar tingles move through the muscles in my back, and my wings fold up inside of me again, taking some of the pain with them. I gasp in momentary relief, and my eyes fly open. Zeph’s honey-eyed gaze is fixed on my face, and I stare into his stunning eyes, suddenly very captivated.
Short black lashes frame his intense stare as it drops from my eyes to my lips. I’m very aware that we’re both naked, but instead of being uncomfortable with that fact, I have to admit that I like it. Satisfaction hums through me, and I know I have Pigeon to thank for it, but beneath her contentedness, I also feel safe and glad to be in his arms. My eyes drop to his lips momentarily before they snake back up his gorgeous face. Heat unfurls in my core, and I feel him hardening against my hip, his length rising to skim both of my ass cheeks. When my gaze meets his again, I’m surprised by the desire I see floating in the thick honey hue of his eyes.
An image of me sitting up and straddling his lap pops up in my mind. I watch as I brush my mouth teasingly against his lips, pulling back a little as he leans in for a kiss. I want to watch his face as I slowly lower myself down on his cock. The tip of him easily parts my wet lips, and I moan as he starts to fill me up. Zeph growls, and I smile as I lift myself up, not letting him go any deeper inside of me. I roll my hips and bounce in his lap so that just the tip of him works in and out of me. I’m eagerly awaiting the moment that he gets fed up with just the tip of his dick getting wet and takes control, slamming his hips up hard and burying his delicious cock deep inside of me.