The Hidden (Shadowed Wings #1)(44)
“I don’t have time to discuss this with you, but you will stay here until I’m back.” Ryn slashes his hand out in a gesture that clearly communicates that he thinks his word is final.
“The fuck I will,” I growl at him and move forward to crowd his space even more. “Where are you going?” I ask suddenly and then shake my head to clear it of curiosity. “It doesn’t matter. I’m going home, and there isn’t shit you can do about that.”
Ryn stalks forward until my back is pressed against the door. Pigeon sits up inside of me, and I have to fight not to roll my eyes at her. “I have an assignment. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks. And I promise you, Falon, you will be here when I walk back through these doors. Zeph will ensure it. He has just as much at stake in all of this as I do.”
“And just what the fuck does that mean?” I demand, pushing at his chest to try and give myself some space. He doesn’t budge.
“I don’t have time to explain it right now. Just stay here until I get back.” His intense stare drops from mine, and he takes a step back.
I’m once again punched in the face with the feeling that I’m missing something here, and I’m fucking over it. “No,” I answer, and his steely gaze shoots back up to mine, his irises a now furious bubbling mercury. “I don’t know exactly what is going on here, but I’m not a complete fucking idiot. You and Zeph are hiding something that has to do with me, and yet neither one of you have the balls to tell me what’s up,” I rage at him. “I’ve been lied to my whole life apparently, which is probably why you two assholes think you can get away with it, but I’ve officially hit my limit of bullshit. I don’t care what is going on, and I am leaving. I don’t want to be involved in your world or your little war anymore. I have a life to get back to and the mystery of my existence to solve. So you can just fuck o—”
Ryn’s lips are suddenly on mine, and he swallows down the rest of my angry rant. He cups my face and tries to pull me closer to him, but I shove him away, breaking the kiss.
“What the fuck, Ryn?” I demand as I try to ignore the heat unfurling inside of me.
His gaze is molten, and the need suddenly radiating off of him calls to my own. He doesn’t answer my question with words. He just cups my face again and slams his lips back down to mine. I breathe in his hunger as he coaxes me into a response, kissing my top lip and then my bottom, encouraging me to open for him.
His lips feel so fucking good against my own, and with Pigeon flashing me encouraging images of gryphon porn, I relent and open up to Ryn. I snake my tongue out to tease his, and he growls into my mouth. The kiss deepens and starts to morph into something else entirely. It feels more like a claiming than a lust-filled exchange, but he’s so fucking good at it, I don’t even care.
His tongue teases and swirls with mine, and I pass all control over into his expert hands. He cups my head, his thumbs resting on my cheek bones and guiding my head in whatever direction that allows him to claim my mouth how he wants. I moan as he presses me into the wall next to the door, and then he reaches down, never breaking our kiss, and lifts me up so he can grind into me. I wrap my legs around his thick torso and roll my hips against the erection begging to be freed from his pants.
Ryn grabs my ass and encourages me to do that again, and we both moan at the delicious friction when I do. Need fills our kiss, and I tug at his shirt and grind down on him, wanting more. I pull his shirt up and off, forcing our lips apart, and he does the same with my top. I reach down to untie his pants, but the perplexed look on his face makes me pause.
“What’s wrong?” I ask breathlessly.
“What is that?” he demands and gestures to my chest.
“It’s a bra.” I chuckle.
“Make it...go away,” he commands, and I can’t help but laugh.
If I weren’t so fucking horny, I might make him figure it out on his own, but I am, so I reach down and untie the laces in the front that keep the binding in place. Ryn watches hungrily, transfixed by what I’m doing, and as soon as the laces are free, he pushes my bra off my shoulders and bends down and sucks hard on a needy nipple.
“Fuck yes,” I encourage and run my fingers through his light brown hair and hold his head right where it’s at.
He flicks at my nipple with his tongue, and it shoots sensations straight to my clit. I moan as he continues to do it while simultaneously reaching around and squeezing my ass hard. Now this is the kind of manhandling a girl can get down with. He sucks hard on my boob and then pops off and turns his attention to my other rock hard nipple. He growls as I tug at his hair to pull him away, but I’d rather he sucked on me while he was fucking me, and I’d prefer that he start fucking me right now.
The door to the room flies open. “Corse said you requested food. I thought I’d bring it up and check on…” Zeph freezes as soon as he spots us, and I watch his features morph from concerned to furious. “What in rutting fairies do you think you’re doing?” he bellows at Ryn, who takes a step away from me to get in Zeph’s face.
Zeph drops the tray of food to answer Ryn’s challenge, and the smell of meat and bread waft up from the floor to remind me that I’m still starving.
“You told her you were going to take her back home?” Ryn demands, his fists balling up as he squares off with Zeph.