Page 3 of Stone Sentinels

“Hi,” she whispers.

“Hi,” I answer back.

Her eyes widen and her pupils expand until I can no longer see the whites of her eyes. “Dragan, I…”

“You need to feed,” I say.

She nods. “Revenant,” I start.

“You,” she interrupts.

I’m not sure why but the fact she chooses me over the fucking asshole vampire makes me feel… good.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer. She smiles down at me and her lips are on mine an instant later. That glorious naked figure slides across my chest as Eilish’s fingers scramble to find my skin beneath the fabric of my tunic. I bite back a growl and grip her hips until she rocks against me. The wetness between her thighs soaks through my trousers and I reach down to feel the silken heat of her folds. She gasps, tugging at my tunic until I pull it over my head and roll us both over so she’s beneath me.

My hand returns to her dripping core while the other covers her mouth to muffle the moans that spill from her lips. I want to taste her, but there’s no time. Soon, her pheromones will call out to the others. I already hear them growling in their sleep. Eilish pushes my trousers down and grips my throbbing cock, sliding it inside of her body in one motion. She clenches around the girth of my erection and I thrust into her depths.

And she feels like fucking heaven. A heaven I’ve missed and one I’m so fucking glad to have found again.

The force of my hips pushes her further and further up the mattress. Springs squeak and the headboard bashes against the wall as I slam into her, rolling my pelvis as my fingers stroke that bundle of nerves that make her eyes roll into the back of her head. Eilish meets my thrusts as I pound into her with a punishing fury, her legs wrapped around my waist. I release my hold on her long enough to place her knees on my shoulders and bend her in half. Eilish moans out loudly before I can claim her mouth in a kiss that steals the air from her lungs.

I taste the pleasure on her tongue and feel the vibrations against my lips. One last brush of my fingers and she tenses. Her body pulls me deeper, sucking me inside until I reach her limits and can physically go no further. The spasms of her channel milk my cock until I paint her womb with my seed. I bite her shoulder to keep from bellowing my pleasure. That unfurling of power inside me is startling, at first.

But it feels different than before. Instead of leaving me feeling weaker, Eilish’s power floods my veins and my cock twitches within her. I lean back and see a satisfied smile on her beautiful face, but concern chases away my own satisfaction when I see another strand of her hair turns black.

She’s feeding on my darkness and it’s affecting her. It’s turning her darker.

That’s when I realize she needs lightness. Just as she said—she needs to preserve the balance within her. She needs to feed from Cambion. Or else we risk losing her to the darkness. I pause. Never before have I thought of Eilish as belonging to the three of us, but... she does.

And that terrifies me.

CHAPTER TWO

EILISH

The Veil

I’m relieved to see Kolvar awake. With his jaw firmly back in place, the satyr is more than willing to fill any silence with the sound of his voice, and I know the others are relieved as well. His jovial, if callous, spirit is a welcome change in the cottage, even if most his stories are crude and sexual.

Kolvar tells us stories about his clan of mercenaries known as the Banefire Horde and even offers to bring them as allies.

“They can be trusted so long as you don’t trust them,” he says, causing me and even Aima to laugh.

“So, what happened in Oronrel?” I ask once the laughter subsides. Aima lays back on the bed and Kolvar rolls his stiff shoulders. They seem uncomfortable with my question, but the more we all know, the better off we’ll be.

“We faced trial in front of the Unseelie Court. In fae politics, there’s one branch of the court for every season with its own list of responsibilities,” Kolvar starts.

“Though most perceive the Unseelie as evil faeries, that isn’t true,” Aima adds. “The Seelie govern the Summer and Spring, while Unseelie command the Autumn and Winter. The Monarchies change often, usually by betrayal or if the courts vote for a new leader.”

“But each branch has a purpose,” Kolvar says.

“The Courts are the very foundation fae society is built on,” Aima continues.

“So, there is no true benevolence?” I ask.

“Not when you look beyond the glamour,” she replies. “When we were brought into Oronrel, I noticed that none of the original leaders of the Court were present. A new council had been selected and Theren was nowhere to be seen.”

Kolvar nods, confirming Aima’s tale. I continue to listen. Fae politics are more intricate than I’d thought.

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