Glancing up, I saw the sharp, rocky peak advancing, faster and faster. I gasped, clinging to Cair’s shoulders, his back, his arms, wherever I could reach to use as leverage for each stilted buck of my hips. My dick would be rubbed raw, but I didn’t care. I dragged the length up and down, pressing in tight and whimpering as the tip grazed every crease in the crotch of my pants. One of Cair’s hands slid from my back down to my ass, steering my hips faster, spurring my movements on with a sense of panicked urgency.

“Almost at the top,” he murmured—a warning, an incitement. A fucking plea. “I need you to come, sweetheart.” He held me tighter, as if preparing for a deadweight. “You can do it.”

I bit a piece of Cair’s shirt, needing another outlet as my nerves buzzed, raw and ready to break. Desperate grunts came through my gritted teeth as I rode him frantically, my rhythm non-existent as he ascended higher and higher. The roar of his wings was like thunder in my ears, the air like a whip against my skin. The change in altitude, even at a gradual incline, had my belly swooping up into my throat and my head drifting, light and woozy, but I didn’t dare stop. I was too close to stop. My dick was throbbing, the knot in my gut was tightening, and I was enslaved by the need to release it.

Almost at the top.

My muscles grew taut, my body wound so tight with arousal and anticipation that I could hardly breathe—or maybe that was the thin air. There was nothing in my head except danger and sex and mate. My legs were trembling, white spots were dancing in my vision, and the dull, chafing ache in my cock was secondary to the taste I had of sweet relief.

Almost.

At.

The…

We reached the top, and the cry that tore from my throat was somehow silent as I came harder than I ever had before. My eyes rolled, tremors of mind-numbing pleasure coursing through me, making me drift in and out of consciousness. I was agitated yet enthralled by the heightened sensation, equal parts yielding to its overwhelming seduction and attempting to escape it. Everything was too much, too dizzying, but also intoxicating. I couldn’t find the perfect balance.

Cair plummeted over the other side, the descent much faster than the rise had been, and the relief was almost instantaneous. The aftershocks became smooth and lingering instead of sharp and achy. I wanted to sag against him, to ride out the euphoric high, but I couldn’t. I had to cling on, to stay tense around him, even if it took the last shred of energy I possessed and had tears welling in my eyes from overstimulation.