School of Broken Wings

by C. R. Jane

  “I owe you a huge thanks,” he whispers, which coaxes me to lift my head and look at him again.

  “What for?” I ask.

  His gaze swims across the plane to where Alexander and the others sit. “I never pinned any hopes on my relationship with Alexander improving. We are too different. Grew up being treated as enemies. I’m pretty sure my father did that on purpose. He played us off one another. But you know, I think lately things are changing between my brother and I.”

  “I’ve noticed a calmer demeanor between you two lately, which is so good.”

  “Like I said. It’s because of you.” He kisses my nose. “Being with you gives us something to share without competition. Something to see a kinder side of each other. You’ve helped give me another chance to get my brother back.”

  I thread my arms around his waist and press my cheek to his chest. “You are everything to me. And making up with your brother makes me so happy. I’m proud of you.”

  “Thanks, babe. We’ve still got a long way to go, but it’s progress.”

  The ache in his voice remains, the one that tells me how much it kills him to have this barrier between him and his brother. To be treated like shit by his father. That never sat well with me, but it’s something the brothers have to work through and realize they have each other. When their parents are gone, they might be the only family they have left.

  When my adopted dad fell sick, I was heartbroken and would have done anything to help him. I cringe on the inside as I recall trying to hold up a local store with a water gun. I was so stupid but desperate. And desperation makes people do the most insane things.

  My heart clenches at remembering my parents. They might not be my biological parents, but I miss them terribly. They will always be my parents in my heart.

  “We’re ready,” Nyx announces, and he flops back into his seat before sliding wireless headphones across the table to both of us. I collect mine, as does Dante.

  Just then Braxon returns with a flight attendant, who delivers cans of soda and a platter of snacks filled with nuts, chips, and chocolate balls.

  “What are we watching?” I ask.

  “Pitch Black with Vin Diesel,” Nyx explains, smiling smugly.

  Dante groans. “How many fucking times have you seen that movie?”

  “Never enough times,” Nyx answers as he presses play.

  “I haven’t seen it, but I’m looking forward to it,” I admit and gain myself a ridiculously gorgeous smile from Nyx.

  “Then you are in for a treat.” He puts his headphones on while I catch Braxton’s grin. He mouths, I haven’t seen it either, but he settles back and readies to watch the movie.

  Doing the same, I get comfortable in Dante’s arms and push away the worrying thoughts that keep pressing on my mind. The ones about the council never leaving us alone, to what if I find nothing in Scotland.

  For now, I want to pretend I am somewhat normal and enjoy a movie with my boyfriends. The movie begins, and I let myself drift away.

  The lights in the cabin dims as the movie finishes as if on cue, and it isn’t long before a flight attendant walks over to our table. She has eyes only for Dante. “Your bed suite is ready, sir. You are on the last bay on the right.” She sweeps her hand toward the rear of the first-class compartment. I look down the aisle to where a few people are wandering in and out of enclosed cabins. This whole time, I assumed they were just more seating locations. I also guessed we would just sleep in our seats like everyone else in the other classes.

  “Fantastic. Thank you,” Dante responds.

  She turns to Braxton and Nyx. “Your suite is also ready.”

  “Much appreciated,” Braxton answers.

  I adore watching him interact with normal people as his suave, professor side comes out, his voice strong, his expression captivating. It’s almost impossible for any female to not fall for his charm. I see it now in the way the blonde talking to him bats her eyes. How she waits for him to show any sign of reciprocation.

  Except, Braxton doesn’t even notice and is looking at me, offering me his sexy grin, barely noticing the woman. I’m no fool to know he remembers my green-eyed monster making a show with the real estate agent who desperately wanted his attention.

  The moment the attendant leaves, I can’t help myself and look over at Nyx. “You two are sharing?”

  “There aren’t enough beds for everyone individually,” Braxton answers.

  “I’m not fucking sleeping with you,” Nyx blurts, narrowing his eyes at Braxton. “You’ll find me alongside Adi.”

  “Hell no,” Dante butts in, and tosses a pretzel at Nyx. It hits his chest and bounces to the floor. “She’s with me. The plane beds aren’t made for more than two people.”

  Nyx’s expression is clearly one of accepting that as a challenge.

  I can’t help but laugh, adoring each one of them. I climb out of my seat and stretch my back, ready to lay on a bed comfortably.

  Strong arms loop around me from behind, the softest whisper in my ear. “Hey, gorgeous. Missed you sitting so far away from me.”

  The corners of my lips tug upward as I turn to face Alexander. He kisses me instantly. No tongues, just an intoxicating sensual kiss that has me pushing myself against his hard chest and closing my eyes. It’s the kind of connection where I float on clouds, where every touch sends a thrill through my body.

  He breaks free first, and I open my eyes, still high on his desire. “Good night, angel.”

  I just stare at him sauntering down the aisle toward the small rooms in the back. Butterflies swarm in my stomach at his touch. Is it selfish of me to wish for a bed big enough for me to sleep with all my men?

  When I look back around, I notice an older woman, her gray hair perfectly styled, and her disapproving scowl at me for openly showing affection.

  For too long, I’ve been the girl who lived with worrying what others thought. I stayed out of the limelight to avoid unwanted attention. I didn’t talk back so as not to cause a scene. But I don’t want to be that Adeline anymore. I’m a different person now.

  So as Braxton stands from his seat, I hastily take his hand and push myself against him, kissing him. At first, my intention is as a show for the judgy woman, but once his lips graze mine, I’m utterly lost to him.

  It isn’t fair how easily these guys affect me.

  “I prefer to save my kiss for the bedroom,” Dante whispers, pushing his face between ours. “Where I strip you down first.”

  Braxton groans with displeasure and pulls back. “Fuck off,” he growls under his breath.

  Dante just bellows a laugh.

  I see the other men watching me as if waiting for their turn. I’ve created a six-headed monster. But I don’t intend to play their games.

  “Alright,” I say. “Good night. I’m off to bed.” I don’t wait for a response but quickly march toward the back section. I feel their eyes on me, so I slide into the room the flight attendant had earlier pointed out to Dante.

  While I had planned to just escape in here, my breaths freeze in my lungs at the sight of the room. A large queen-sized bed with lush pillows and soft white cover takes up most of the room. A bedside table on either side has bottles of mineral water and chocolates waiting for us. The wall in front of the bed is covered by an enormous flat-screen television. At the end of the bed are two perfectly folded complimentary pajamas along with a small toiletries bag. I’ve seen hotels that don’t live up to this room. The walls around us are a mocha shade.

  The door shuts behind me with a click, and I turn to find Dante winking my way. Without a word, he strolls closer as he tugs at his shirt and pulls it up and over his head in a flash.

  My gaze slides over the hard planes of muscles across his chest, the narrowing of his waist to those hip bones sitting over his jeans. My body betrays me as heat coils between my thighs, melting my insides. We’ve never had sex before, but I’ve thought about it. A lot! So many times it’s hilarious in fact.

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p; Dante tosses his shirt toward the small couch behind me. I can’t stop staring at those powerful biceps, how they flex each time he moves. His hands fall to the silver-starred buckle on his jeans, and he draws it open.

  “It’s a bit presumptuous of you, don’t you think,” I say, eyeing him head to toe, curious to see his full package, but letting him know that it won’t lead to wild sex. I don’t want everyone in first class to hear us. “I’m sure these walls are paper thin.”

  “Babe, you’ve known me for a while now…why are you shocked?”

  I shake my head and collect my pajamas. Dante is at my side in the blink of an eye, his mouth on my ear. “These walls are soundproof, and I can’t wait to hear your sweet moans as I lick your pussy.”

  A shiver races to the pit of my stomach, and I squeeze my thighs tight. How can a few words elicit such excitement from within me?

  He looks at me with predatory eyes, and I don’t trust him to not lure me. I don’t trust myself more. So I quickly snatch my pajamas from the end of the bed and spin on the spot, searching for the bathroom.

  “Back outside,” Dante says, pulling the door open, then offers me a wicked grin as though he read my mind.

  “Thanks.” I whisk past him, but he catches my arm.

  “Don’t worry, gorgeous. I won’t break you.”

  “Ha ha.” God, even my attempt at sarcasm falls flat as my voice cracks.

  He laughs at me, and I rush out and go straight for the toilet.

  What I really need is to firmly stick to my word and just go to sleep. I don’t know how I feel about having sex with so many other strangers so close by.

  After freshening up and now dressed in pajama pants and tee with tiny airplane symbols on the fabric, I slip into my room to find the light is only dimly lit.

  I follow the trail of clothes to the bed. Jeans, boxers, and his shirt.

  Dante lies in bed, tucked under the blankets, and only his head sticks out. He greets me with that mischievous grin.

  Once I shut the door, he pushes himself to a sitting position. The blanket falls down to his waist, showing me that insanely masculine chest.

  He stretches out a hand to me. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

  I can’t control the noise that slips past my throat. A half yes, half moan. Even my body betrays me.

  “You drive me insane,” he admits.

  “Not sure we should do this,” I retort with a smug grin.

  “Babe, once you get that tight little ass in bed, you’ll change your mind.”

  I shake my head, well aware I’m fighting a losing battle. And who am I kidding? I’m dying to feel Dante against me, to have him touch me in ways he’s never done before.

  It’s purely selfish on my part that I stroll closer to him. I see the way he looks at me, at the heat in his eyes, but I realize something the longer I look at him. If I don’t release the building arousal inside me, I’ll end up doing it myself because I can’t hold it back much longer.

  To hell with always being cautious. “You better keep your word,” I tease.

  I climb onto the end of the bed and crawl toward him like a prowling cat.

  His eyes narrow, his smile contagious. I move over his lap, straddling him with the blanket between us. I don’t wait and kiss him. I slide my tongue into his mouth and push him with unrelenting hunger.

  He takes my lower lip into his mouth and nibbles on it as his hands draw up my pajama top. We pull apart for him to yank the top upward. I sit back on my heel and raise my hands as he tugs it over my head.

  Within seconds, his mouth latches onto a breast, sucking hard. I tilt my head back, loving the way he flicks my hardened nipple. I push the shirt still caught on my arms and throw it off the bed.

  He releases my breast with a pop and gives the other one just as much love. I comb my hands through his golden hair.

  I shiver in response to his touches. When he looks up at me, he cups my face and brings me down so he can kiss me. Like really kiss me...where he steals my breath.

  The ache burning between my legs intensifies. I knew from the first moment I laid eyes on Dante that he’d be an incredible kisser. Passionate but in control and knows what he wants.

  With his hands on my hips, he lifts me off his lap with such ease and sets me on my knees next to him.

  He climbs out of bed and turns to face me in his full glory. My heart beats rapidly at the sight of his erection. He’s thick and long, and he looks so hard, I can tell he’s dying to drive into me.

  “Do you like it?” He grasps his cock and strokes it a couple of times back and forth. I see the flutter of his eyes as he barely holds back his desire.

  “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

  “I know, baby.” He reaches over and snatches my ankles. In one movement, he hauls me across the bed.

  I tumble onto my ass, my back and head landing on the mattress. I burst out laughing.

  His fingers curl over the elastic of my pajama bottoms, and he jerks them down my legs so fast, my whole body shudders from the momentum. I break out laughing at his dramatic moves.

  I’m lying on my back, propped up on my elbows, legs bent and completely naked. My bravery seems to have no end when it comes to spending time with my men. Before Raven Academy, I blushed when someone I liked just touched my hand. Now, I’m begging these guys to do unspeakable things to me.

  Dante tosses my pants somewhere on the floor as he drunkenly moves closer. My stomach bursts with butterflies beating their wings wildly. I’m burning up from Dante’s assertiveness. He’s always been the quiet one, who kept his emotions to himself more often than not. So to see him not hold back but take what he wants excites me. Mostly because what he wants is me.

  He nudges my knees with a hand and glances down at my offering. He breathes heavily. “Fuck, you look so gorgeous, and you’re all mine.”

  He pushes himself between my thighs and leans over my body, then captures my mouth with his. His tongue pushes against mine, and we kiss deeply, lost in each other’s desires.

  My heart thumps loudly in my ears. I adore how much affection Dante showers on me, how he brings a hand to my jaw so he can kiss me the way he wants.

  I slide my hands over his strong shoulders. I draw his lower lip between my teeth and nibble on it. My hands trace his strong biceps while his muscles shift under my touch. I can’t get enough of him.

  He releases my jaw and takes my hands. He pushes them over my head and pins me on the bed.

  I whimper against him as he takes control, sucking on my lower lip and then tongue.

  Fire surges through my body, my hips responding as they rock back and forth. I slip my legs around his hips, drawing him closer. I’m dying to feel him inside me.

  The tip of his erection kisses my heat. I moan against him, wriggling to better position myself for him. Except he pulls back his hips.

  I groan in protest, and he laughs as he breaks our kiss.

  “That’s not what you want right now,” he says arrogantly.

  “It’s not?”

  He pulls up off me, his eyes roaming over my body. His hand grips his cock…the thick shaft standing erect and large. God, I had no idea he was so well packed.

  “You’re looking ready for me.” I lower my gaze and back up, offering him the same devilish grin he gives me.

  “Get on your knees on the bed,” he orders.

  My heart beats frantically, and if I thought I was turned on before, I was so wrong. Liquid fire melts between my thighs, and I’m pulsing with need. At this point, I am not beyond begging Dante to take me already.

  “Please, I need you,” I plead, sounding as desperate as possible to gain his pity.

  He looks at me as though he’s considering giving in. I reach my hand down my stomach, over my mound, and to where I’m dripping wet. His gaze follows my every move.

  “On your knees, kitten. Don’t make me ask again.”

  Well that didn’t work. I gather my legs and roll over onto my hands and
knees, purposely leaving my ass high, giving him a perfect view. Teasing him.

  His breath hitches, and I smile.

  Obeying his instructions, I kneel on the bed and straighten my posture. Dante climbs on the bed behind me, the mattress indenting from his approach.

  The first thing I feel is his cock pressing against my ass. He’s so hard, so ready. A hand glides over to my chin, and he turns my head to face him over my shoulder. His mouth captures mine as his large palm cups a breast. He kisses me passionately while rolling my nipple between his fingers.

  Nothing can ruin this perfect moment.

  “Spread your legs,” he breaths into my mouth.

  I shift and widen my knees, my body humming with unrelenting arousal.

  He pulls away from me, and my body shivers at the absence of his touch. The bed bounces slightly beneath me, and suddenly I feel soft strokes along my inner thighs. I shiver with anticipation.

  I glance down to see him sliding his head between my thighs, lying on his back.

  His eyes are on my slick heat. His breath dances over the apex, and I’m left trembling.

  “Fuck, baby girl, I’m going to make you scream in the best possible ways.”

  I can’t find my voice to call his bluff, but my response is stolen by the tip of his tongue. He runs it over my pulsing fire. A silent cry escapes my mouth. His fingers pry me open, and he flicks my inner lips into his mouth. The sucking sounds he makes are insanely sexy. He licks me, and it drives me crazy. I groan, unsure how long I can resist not screaming out for the whole plane to hear me.

  His hands are on my ass and slide to my hips. “Come down for me a bit more. Sit on my face,” he instructs.

  I obey, needing this more than I want to admit.

  With each swipe of his tongue, the worries from the past few days drain away. I hiss out a moan. His mouth is clasped over my pussy, and he watches me as he ruthlessly sucks and pleasures me. He’s completely undoing me, and he knows it.

  My body shudders as he pulls on my clit with this mouth. My back arches, and he eats me ferociously. I’m lost, floating, drowning in erotic euphoria.