Page 67 of The Stone Secret
My stomach grumbled as my gaze fell on a plate of breakfast muffins covered by a clear plastic dome.
Fuck it. One muffin wouldn’t hurt.
But one turned into two, and damn I was hungry. They were so good, moist, flavorsome, and—
“Are you always up this early?” Prasan entered via the stairwell.
I hastily swallowed my mouthful of muffin. “I go to bed earlier than regular goyles.”
“Ah yes, you need more sleep.”
“And you?”
“I haven’t slept yet.” He shrugged. “I’ll grab a couple of hours in the afternoon.”
“Is Serath back?”
“Yes, I just spoke to him in the observatory when he—”
The elevator pinged open, and Serath strode into the room. His eyes lit up at the sight of me, but then his nostrils flared, and his beautiful eyes narrowed. A low, menacing growl fell from his lips.
Then he rushed me.
I managed a squeak before I was lifted off my feet and crushed against his chest while he ran his nose up my neck and down to my cleavage, bending me backwards till my spine ached.
What the—
Oh fuck.
“Serath, no. I—”
“MINE!”
My back hit the table, and he was on me. Fabric tore and pain raked hot lines across my skin. He pushed between my thighs, face contorted in a mixture of rage and desire, his irises bleeding to black.
He crushed his lips to mine hard enough to bruise and draw blood, and a scent hit me, sharp and syrupy.
Feminine arousal.
But not mine.
My beast surged to the surface with a snarl that vibrated my throat.
Another female had touched him.
A red haze clouded my vision, stealing all logic and thought. There was only his body and mine, only our beasts desperate to be one, to claim and consummate. To solidify our bond.
“Stop! Dammit, stop!” Pain sliced across my senses and dragged me out of the red haze. I surfaced, body on fire, mouth swollen from kisses and tasting of iron. Serath was over me, his cock pressed to my pussy with only my panties between us. My knees were hooked over his arms, so I was spread wide ready for…
“Oh gods…”
Serath growled and pushed against me, and my body shuddered with release from the friction.
“Stop them!” Selas yelled.
“Serath!” Orix’s voice was a boom. “Snap out of it.”
Another wave of energy washed over us. Serath let out a bellow of pain, back bending, hips crushing against mine and sending me into another spasm of release.
