Page 4 of The Stones for It
“What—”
“Shhhh.” He smooshed a finger to my lips.
I arched a brow, but crept along behind him as he eased further through the glowing jungle for several tense minutes before coming to a halt.
“There,” he mouthed, pointing a claw through the dense ferns we hid within.
I peered through the fanned leaves, glowing a rich indigo shade that laughed in the face of my dyed purple hair, and sucked in a breath.
An enormous gargoyle loomed at the base of a twisted tree, mere paces away. His smooth grey skin, fully exposed, was all the more eye-catching against the colourful jungle backdrop.
Power brimmed in every carved line of muscle and sharp edge. Vast taloned wings flared and flexed at his back, revealing a column of dangerous black points along his spine. The leathery membranes fluttered, but a wet sucking noise drowned out any sound, as if he strode through soft mud even though he stood still.
Two pairs of dark, ridged horns curved up from short, ice-white hair, far too elegantly for something so deadly. The visible half of his face looked just as carved as the rest of him.His square jaw clenched hard enough to snap fangs, and his stony lips cut as straight as his pale brow, giving him a bored expression.
I followed his vivid red gaze down.
And down.
To a human male, on his knees before the giant fae.
Enthusiastic noises accompanied that same wet sound I’d heard before.
Now I knew exactly what it was.
The human bobbed with a hungry rhythm, lips stretched obscenely around a thick, stone-grey length—like he was blowing a statue. Tanned hands clasped at the gargoyle’s thick thighs, and pushed a scrap of material haphazardly aside to allow him better access to the prize between.
I blinked rapidly, torn between jumping in to save the human from choking to death or applauding him for taking such an impressive fae dick like a pro.
Given the fae cum soaking my panties, I was in no position to judge.
Tendrils of something unexpected snaked through my middle at the scene before me, but I couldn’t pin down what.
Neiron stroked a velvety fingertip down my nape, drawing a small gasp from my lips.
The gargoyle’s face snapped up, and fiery eyes clashed with mine.
Chapter three
Kelsea
Ahard shove between my shoulder blades sent me sprawling.
I rolled with a startled yelp and slammed into the kneeling human, knocking him aside with a wet pop.
Horror crept through me as the jungle stopped spinning and rasping laughter filled the night.
Slowly, I lifted my gaze from the crushed leaf litter, skating over clawed feet, up elongated leg joints, to a massive cock, glistening as it pointed at me.
Inches from my face.
My mouth opened, but no sound came out.
“Oh, so you’ll take hours of romantic wooing without giving me a blow job, but your mouth just falls open for him?” Amusement dripped from Neiron’s tone.
I snapped my jaw closed with a loud snick and glared at the chuckling fox stepping out from the glowing ferns.
“Iwillcut you,” I snarled, hand itching to reach for the stunning blade he’d gifted me, but my attention unerringly returned to the granite pole, trying to poke my eye out.
