Page 116 of The Stone Initiation
Hot breath kissed my ear. “So good. So, fucking good.”
I knew that voice. “Curi?”
Someone growled from behind us and Curi made a menacing sound that made my stomach tremble.
“Mine!” he snarled.
Hell no. “Curi, what are you—”
He pushed me up against the nearest tree and pressed his body to my back so I could feel him. All of him, thick, hard, and much too big. Panic swamped my thoughts for a moment, but the scrape of his talons against my hip bones snapped me back in control.
He was trying to get my shorts off. “Stop. Stop it. Look at me. Curi. Look. At. Me.”
His grip slackened, and I took the opportunity to turn to face him.
His barrel chest blocked out the world. His thick muscle-corded arms caged me in place. His gargoyle form was monstrous and intimidating, but his eyes…they were the same eyes that had locked with mine days earlier before he’d saved me from being attacked.
“Mine,” he said again. Softer this time.
“No.” I locked gazes with him. “I said. No. I don’t belong here. I’m not an omega.”
His chest heaved.
“Curi, it’s me. It’s Cameron.”
He blinked sharply and his pupils contracted a little. “Cam…fuck…”
“Where is she?” a male voice demanded from behind him. “I can smell her. I want her.”
Curi’s eyes widened. “Go,” he mouthed before turning to face the other gargoyles. His body blocked me from sight. “Mine,” he said to them.
I slipped around the tree and threw myself into darkness.
The violent sounds of a tussle followed me. Curi and the males fighting over me? This was insane. I wasn’t a fucking omega. Why the hell were they after me when the forest was a filled with willing females?
Shit, the trees grew close together here.
I ran using my palms to slap the bark and stop myself colliding with the trunks, but my senses were wide awake, warning me of incoming danger. I swerved as a gargoyle rushed me from the left. He missed me and smashed into a tree giving me a moment’s head start. There was a clearing up ahead. Maybe the main clearing?
I burst into it and skidded to a halt, heart sinking.
Curi, pinned beneath a gargoyle knee, turned his bloody face my way. “What the fuck, Walker?” he demanded.
I’d doubled back without realizing, and now…shit, now I was surrounded by gargoyles.
This was bullshit. I hadn’t signed up for this crap, and I was done running. “Snap out of it dammit! I’m not a fucking omega.”
Curi’s nostrils flared, and he closed his eyes. “Fucking hell, Walker, reign it in.”
Reign what in?
Was my anger making my smell stronger? Focus. Calm down. Breathe. “I’m not an omega. You don’t want me, and I certainly don’t want you.”
The other gargoyles snorted and shook their heads as if trying to clear their senses.
I was getting through to them.
A gust of wind blew past me, throwing my hair forward and the gargoyles tensed.
