Free His Human Hellion (Ultimate Passage Book 2) by Elle Thorne Page A

know—” Finn began.
    “I know.” Kal interrupted.
    “Know what?” Ali reached for the sandwich.
    “Nothing.” Kal said with a pointed look at Finn.
    Finn wondered how much Kal knew about the food and the flying. And if he could confirm Finn’s theories on the matter.
    Dinner was a brief affair. He bid them both goodnight, asked Kal to wake him the moment he was able to leave, though he wasn’t sure he could sleep.
     
    *~*~*
     
    Finn knew it was a dream. Even in as deep a sleep as he was in, he knew Marissa was in Kormia, but the dream was so vivid, so real. A dream Finn did not want end. Her mouth was soft, yet demanding, wet, leaving a trail of saliva that slid down his member with every upward motion of her head. Every time she lowered it, he moaned, grabbing her head, pushing it down.
    “I missed you,” he muttered.
    She slid upward along his torso, her legs straddling his hips, her thighs holding him a willing prisoner. Another shift, some shuffling, and she was lowering herself on his shaft, her sex embracing him in a snug, enveloping cocoon. She rocked on him, grinding, rising, and dropping on his rod, each stroke pushing him closer to the edge. He seized her hips, raising his body, impaling her on his hardness.
    Beneath him his wings struggled for release. Teetering on the apex of pleasure, he sat up, pulling her legs around him. He reached between them, sliding his hand between their sex-slicked, sweat-glistening bodies. He found the center of her pleasure and teased it with the circles that always pushed her out of control.
    A flapping sound he’d recently become accustomed to was followed by a fanning sensation of cool air passing over his body.
    Wings.
    Flapping.
    That was e xactly what his wings did when he climaxed. He groaned, coming ever closing to reaching that pinnacle—a climax.
    Her scream of passion pierced his pleasure, driving it but at the same time confusing him—
    — because his wings should not—could not—because—
    He.
    Was.
    Not.
    Climaxing.
    His eyes flew open.
    The woman impaled on his shaft— cursed shadows of fire—Alithera !
    He pushed Alithera away. Shoved her with a fierceness. Thrown off him she hit the wall, slid down. Shook her head. Her wings creat ed a backdrop of translucent imagery.
    “What the hell are you doing?” His voice was hoarse from sex and shock. He swallowed the panic back. Then another reality hit him.
    “You have wings!”
    She didn’t answer. He wondered if he’d hurt her, incapacitated her, she wasn’t talking to him, but her eyes were open. He rose from the bed, threw the sheet on her, covering her nudity. He pulled pants on, fumbling and struggling, his fingers shaking, his breathing not yet returned to normal, between the sex and surprise.
    You can’t have wings. You’re a girl—a woman. Female.”
    “That’s what my mother said when I showed her.”
    “What?” He didn’t know what stunned him more. Her wings or that he just had sex with her. He’d cheated on Marissa. But he didn’t know he was. His mind raced through all the questions about her wings, what they did, why she came here. There were too many questions. “Why did you leave Kormia? Why did you come here?”
    “There was talk of arranging a new Binding for me. I could not afford to have anyone else know about my wings. They’d start to draw parallels to the Sacred Writings.”
    The Sacred Writings. His jaw must have dropped open, because he had to close his mouth. Damnation. He didn’t subscribe to Asazi beliefs but . . . “The winged woman. That’s you?”
    She gave him a dirty look. “Don’t be foolish. I’m Ali. Not her. Not the winged woman. Not the one from the Writings.”
    “How have you kept your wings a secret? They are a secret, right? Of course, they must be, or people would have—” He had no idea what the Asazi would do if they thought Bearer had arrived. “Who knows about—” he almost couldn’t bring himself to say it. “Your