Page 117 of The Stone Initiation
“Cameron,” Curi’s tone thickened. “Run. Now.”
Three gargoyles rushed me, but before I could move a monolith of muscle landed between us with a mighty roar unlike anything I’d ever heard. Wings flared wide then snapped tight and Serath’s woodsmoke and sweet sage scent smacked me in the face.
My heart shot into my throat. He was here. He’d come for me.
The gargoyles who’d been ready to jump me a moment ago froze.
He turned his head, offering me the shaved head side of his profile. His jaw ticked. “Don’t move, Cameron.”
I locked my knees and waited.
“We do not take unless given,” he said tightly. “We do not take unless it is our fated right to do so and willingly offered.”
The gargoyles shoulders heaved as they took deep breaths and shook their heads as if trying to dislodge bees.
Serath took one step back toward me. “There are omegas waiting to be pleasured. Find them and offer yourselves to them.”
He snagged me around the waist and lifted me into his arms. My head fell back, gaze sweeping up the strong column of his throat to his hard unyielding jaw. He glanced at me once, and I caught the flare of his pupils before he launched us into the sky.
He’d come to save me, and despite all my intentions, I couldn’t help but swoon at that. I blamed the damn romance movie fest. The stupid romcom session was about to get me into some serious trouble, I could feel it.
CHAPTER50
Serath took us high before swooping down toward a watchtower. We landed and he shoved me against the thick iron post, glaring at me with eyes that burned with inner fire.
He morphed back to human form but continued to tower over me. “What were you thinking?” His voice was a coil of barely restrained rage.
Thinking? I hadn’t been thinking. “I fell asleep and woke up in the forest.”
He took a step toward me, then spun away, standing with hands on hips. Muscle rippled across his powerful shoulders, tension moving up and down his back. “They wanted you.”
“Yes. I don’t unders—”
He was on me in an instant, body caging me to the post, husky gaze dark and wanting, raking me over. “They wanted you because you smell…” He dipped his head and pressed his nose to the spot below my ear. “Divine.” The word vibrated through me, and my pussy fluttered.
“I don’t understand.”
He cupped my breast and squeezed tearing a gasp of shocked pleasure from me.
“They wanted what’s mine.” He kneaded me, and my knees buckled. “Fuck, Cameron. Fuck.” His scent spiked and my mind emptied out.
I wanted him. I needed him right now. I turned my head, and he found my mouth, his lips hard and demanding punishing and biting, the coppery taste of blood licked at my lips then his tongue sank into my mouth, rasping against my teeth and invading me until the only air was him.
Heat swept up from my toes to my head, the fervent need to divest and fuck assaulted me.
Now.
Here. “Need you.”
“Yes.”
“Inside me. Now.”
I clawed at my shorts, and he ripped them off. Cold air kissed my slick skin. He tore his mouth from mine, dropped to his knees and grabbed my thighs, lifting my throbbing heat to his mouth.
I bucked as he claimed me, feasting on me like I was a succulent fruit. His tongue pushed deep inside me, and a guttural cry fell from my lips. He fucked me with his tongue, and I fisted his hair and rode his face, whispering incoherent sounds that blended into one until my orgasm built to its inevitable crescendo. I came with huge gasping sobs that left me bruised.
He rose to his feet and swallowed my cries forcing me to taste myself on his lips, sweet and fragrant.
