Page 33 of The Stones for It
I slammed my body against hers and finally took her lips, knowing exactly what I’d feel. The one thing all gargoyles hoped for.
Pure euphoria. A pleasure I’d never experienced before.
Like sipping magic straight from the source. Powerful. All-consuming. She devoured every facet of my being, and yet I’d never felt more complete.
I’d waited my whole life for one kiss.
Herkiss.
My mate.
Chapter fourteen
Kelsea
The Gargoyle King intoxicated me with his kiss.
His lips demanded, and I couldn’t help but answer his need with my own, parting to allow him access.
The passion was immediate and all-consuming. His forked tongue conquered my mouth in a way that had me imagining his skills elsewhere.
Heat pooled low in my middle and sunk indecently lower.
I moaned into him, trying to give as good as I got, but he stole all thought from my head until I had no choice but to feel.
Feel everything.
His unexpectedly soft lips claiming mine. His firm body trapping me against the cool stone at my back. His hand tugging my hair. The growing hardness pressing against my middle.
Too soon, he broke away, leaving me heaving for breath. I blinked at him in a daze.
His handsome, wide set features caught the light of the glowing moss, highlighting pale brows against dark grey skin and a proud, straight nose. Kiss-swollen lips and the obsidian fangs that peeked out between them. The ridges of his double set of horns, rising high enough to almost scrape the rocky ceiling.
He was a vision of monochrome ferocity. The only drops of colour were his eyes, burning the shade of freshly spilled blood. Dark, slitted pupils slashed through them, rounding into endless black pits as our gazes locked.
My lips twitched, still tingling from the force of his kiss. “And to think, if you weren’t such a prick, we could have been doing this ever since I almost fell onto your dick.”
A deep growl shook the monstrous fae. “You didn’t almost fallontomy dick. You fellbeforemy dick. On your knees. Your bratty mouth wide open and just begging me to thrust between those maddening lips.” He shoved a hand through his icy hair, pushing the glossy strands back between his horns. “If I’d have known how much trouble that damn mouth would cause me, I’d have stuffed it full there and then. Until you knew that I owned every single thing that came in or out of it.”
I eyed the fae, his chest heaving and eyes devouring my lips. I pursed them into an indulgent pout and his growl somehow deepened further until it felt like the ground trembled beneath my bare feet.
Slowly, I licked my lower lip, relishing the desperate look on his face as he tracked the movement like a predator hunting his prey. “And what about now?”
I’d never sounded so husky in my life.
“Now?” He scoffed. “Now, my pretty little mate, I’m going to show you just how good I am with a weapon.”
Shock slackened my features. He’d dropped them-word.
He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me back to the wall, hard enough to rattle my brain but not truly hurt.
He lifted his free hand, and shadows pooled between his clawed fingertips.
A shiver raced down my spine. The last time he’d forged shadow weapons for me, he’d chained me up and tail-fucked me.
What was he planning now?
Was he actually another of my fated mates? Why did the idea feel so right?
