Page 10 of The Stones for It
I swallowed thickly, hyperaware that only a flimsy piece of mesh, pretending to be a dress, separated me from the hungry beast Neiron was determined to unleash.
The kitsune reached for the other monster, trailing his claws along smooth, grey corded arms. He stroked the giant’s wings next, and a faint tremor rippled through his nearly seven-foot frame.
“Isn’t she just the most stunning creature you’ve ever laid eyes on?” Neiron murmured, just loud enough for his words to carry to me across the laughably small gap separating them from me.
A blush warmed my cheeks at his praise, and I had to look away while I fought to get myself back under control.
This was about healing. Fae did this kind of thing all the time. And a lot of humans did it with them.
It was only a big deal if I made it one.
The dusky trees closed in around us like they cocooned us in our own private world. Several light orbs drifted close on an invisible breeze, illuminating the gloom with a warmer shade of light.
The two fae seemed to suck up all the oxygen in the jungle. They trailed their gazes down my body like I was already nude. Neiron licked his lips, and a low rumble escaped the stone beast.
I couldn’t tell if that was an agreement or not, but what did it matter? Blood streamed down his chest. He needed me, and I’d consented to giving in to the madness of Faerie.
Just this once.
Then I’d focus on my goals.
I eyed the two males, chewing my lip, and dropped my gaze.
I skipped past the damage to Vrath’s chest and the blood painting his abs, to the thick, grey length framed by his muscular thighs.
Ridged veins lined his shaft, a dark, textured marble, carved to meaty perfection. Long and heavy, it bobbed low under its own weight.
The bulbous tip ended closer to his knees than his crotch, and I audibly gulped when I thought about how that would even fit inside anyone close to mortal.
The weight of it alone might crush me in bed.
My core quaked just looking at it.
In fear, not anticipation.
Or… that was what I was telling myself.
“Oh, so growly,” Neiron teased with a cluck of his tongue. “Vrath Daddy, she’s exactly what you need.” His lips parted on a slight pant as he stroked the gargoyle’s wings with a firmer hand, his bright purple eyes flicking to me with a mischievous wink.
The kitsune’s tails curled around him, their fluffy tips joining in to stroke the other male’s thigh and hip. One brushed along Vrath’s rapidly thickening cock, and a pearly liquid beaded at the tip.
Why did I want to lap it up and see if he tasted as sour as his attitude?
Obviously, Faerie was corrupting my mortal values.
Though, Granny had once said to live life with my heart full and my legs open. I wanted to pretend she’d meant “arms” but that wasn’t the kooky old bat’s style, so maybe mortal values were a loose concept.
“Maybe this isn’t such a great idea…” I murmured, shifting my weight from foot to foot on the crunching leaf litter.
But I couldn’t stop staring at all of that smooth grey skin contrasting with soft russet fur.
And wondering how it would feel under my greedy touch.
“Such a human,” Vrath growled. “Going back on your word already, coward?”
I lifted my chin, despite the burning warmth in my cheeks. “What are you going to do about it, huh?”
He lifted his upper lip in a snarl, showing me just how sharp his obsidian fangs were. “Punish you.”
