Page 13 of The Stones for It
I hit that unstoppable cliff and fell right over the edge.
My screams of ecstasy met the unyielding palm of the monster sneering down at me, a victorious glint in his blood-soaked eyes.
And I did exactly what that stone-cold bastard demanded.
I broke apart on his fat fucking tail.
Chapter six
Kelsea
Alow tutting snapped me back to reality.
The thick tail between my spread thighs pulled out with a lewd squelch, and I gasped at the dragging friction against my still-fluttering inner walls.
Bliss floated through my veins, trying to keep me on a pleasured high. I was vaguely aware of the silky fur rubbing my back as my mate held me under my knees.
“Filthy mortal,” a dark voice growled. “You’ve made a mess all over my tail.”
Vrath held the tip of his spiked tail up to the light of a golden orb, tutting again as he inspected himself. The sneer on his lips and the harsh edge to his tone would have me fooled if not for his giant marble cock visibly throbbing, dark veins pulsing angrily.
The swollen head was drenched in as much glistening desire as his tail was.
Wicked satisfaction had me licking my lips. “Aye, and it was my pleasure.”
Either he’d come just from the sight of me unravelling for him, or he’d been so heavily turned on that precum positively drenched him.
Hopefully, it was the latter.
His weighty balls might already have a blue tinge to all their plump, grey glory, but the big brute deserved a lifetime of denied orgasms for his arsehole tendencies.
Neiron nuzzled his soft cheek into my neck. He’d chosen the side without the faint sting left by Vrath’s fangs.
“My sweet siren,” he murmured, lips brushing my skin in a delicate kiss. “You did so well.”
His caring side was out in full force as he carefully brought my knees together and slid me down his body. His chest rumbled with a purr, like he was a cuddly kitten rather than the heart-rending psycho I knew him to be.
The hard press of his steely length met my lower back, teasing me through the material of his trousers.
It was at the tip of my tongue to beg him to fly us off for a treetop sex marathon.
Magic fizzled around my wrists and yanked me from my lusty daydream instead. The black chains trapping my wrists dissolved into wisps of smoke and rushed back to Vrath’s outstretched hand.
I stared for a moment, transfixed by another casual demonstration of advanced magic. The fae were usually smart enough not to flaunt their powers in front of humans. We were a jealous lot.
Though I supposed I’d have to get used to it. As one of the Selected, I was slated to join a fae court after this nonsense Hunt was over.
Unless I could find my way to Rattle and we could go on the run like he’d promised. But what of Neiron, then? Would he come with us?
Another thought popped into my head, and my brain patted itself on the back for the easier topic.
I inspected Vrath’s broad chest. The deep hole left by the iron shard had smoothed over into unblemished grey skin, but dark blood still painted his front in thick rivulets.
He seemed fussed by neither of those facts.
“You’re welcome.” I gave him a sarcastic smile, gesturing to his healed front, and stepped out of Neiron’s embrace to eye the tricksy kitsune with a quirked brow. “Why did you drag me to meet this lump of grouchy granite?”
Vrath shot me a sour look, creasing his chiselled features like a fissure through a rock face. At least he’d dropped his tail, so I didn’t have to think about what I’d done to help him.
