Page 100 of The Stone Curse
My stomach hollowed. We were alone. We were together. But at what price? “Serath…” I reached up to run my fingers along his jaw. “We don’t have to do this right now. There’s time.” My beast pushed beneath my skin, begging for his touch, begging us to claim what we’d denied ourselves for too long, but I pushed her down. “We should talk. Really. Just talk.”
He sighed and closed his eyes. “What if I don’t want to talk? What if I simply want to feel?” He ran his hand down my body, starting at my collarbones and ending at my pubic bone. Heatbloomed in the wake of his touch, and my body arched beneath it.
“Fuck…”
“Yes, Cameron. I want to. I really fucking want to.” He reached over his shoulder and yanked off his shirt. My breath snagged in my throat, my hot gaze feasting on the wide muscled expanse of his chest and every plane and ridge of his cobbled abdomen and thick muscular waist, then lower to his Adonis belt, partially visible above his waistband. I flexed my fingers, clutching at the sheets to stop myself from touching him, because if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop, and I needed this moment to take him in, to simply drink in every inch of the body I’d craved for too long.
He stepped away from the bed and hooked a thumb into the waistband of his trousers, slowly drawing them down. I’d seen him before, taken him in my mouth and savored him, but the memory was nothing compared to the reality before me. He was huge, ridged, perfect, and my body reacted, softening and tensing in all the right places while the pulse between my thighs deepened with need.
“Now you,” he said.
I licked my lips, and he tracked the motion, a low purr vibrating his chest. It deepened as I pulled off my shirt and shucked off my pants, eagerly and nowhere near as sexily as he had.
My pulse raced, my heart beating so fast that all I could hear was the whoosh of blood in my head. Each breath felt like a chore without his mouth on mine. I needed him, skin on skin. I needed to feel him all over me. But he continued to worship me with his gaze.
I reached for him. “Serath.”
He let loose a ragged exhale. “You’re so fucking beautiful. And you’re mine.” The bed dipped as he climbed up, bodyeclipsing mine. My stomach dipped beneath the raw power he exuded, knowing he belonged to me.
That this…I ran my hands up his biceps, reveling in the sensation of taut, slightly silken skin against my palms. His muscles jumped beneath my touch, flexing as I gripped and dug my fingers in. This was mine. I gripped his nape with both hands, offering him my mouth, which he claimed without hesitation.
Our bodies settled, coming together as they were meant to, fitting perfectly against each other, skin to skin, igniting a fresh heat inside the pit of my belly that connected to my core. He fit between my thighs, his arousal thick and heavy against me as I coated him in my need. His growl of pleasure vibrated through me, and he broke the kiss, pulling away enough to make eye contact and hold me there, trapped in his pale blue gaze as he reached down between us to touch me.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His tone was thick and deep. “I need you to be ready.”
But I could barely focus on what he was saying, my body focused on the spiral of sensation he was creating between my thighs, on the stretch and invasion of each digit as he thrust into me, curling his fingers up to reach the spot that had my hips bucking up to meet his hand over and over.
“Fuck…”
“Yes.” He gripped my jaw and claimed my mouth, swallowing my cries of release, a wave that seemed to keep hitting, getting higher each time.
He replaced his fingers with his cock, the pressure bigger, the stretch a burn. I cried out, eyes burning, tears leaking down the sides of my face as he entered me.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he said thickly. “Just…tell me to stop,” he panted.
But my body was still in the grip of an orgasm, sucking at him, drawing him in as he circled my clit with his thumb. I needed him to fill me, didn’t care about the burn, the pain. I needed him. “No. Don’t stop. Please don’t.”
He rocked his hips against mine, entering me inch by inch, and when my body met his ridges, light exploded behind my eyes, stealing my vision, stealing my breath, so all I could manage was a drawn-out, strangled moan that shuddered through my body.
“Fuck. Cameron. Fuck.” His body locked against mine for a delicious beat before he drew out and thrust deep, slamming me into the bed. Our cries rose as one, again and again with each thrust.
I was broken, unmade, and unraveled. His to claim. His to own.
We came together, and in that moment, I was no longer in my body but above it looking down at myself, trapped beneath the monolith that was my mate as he drove into me with brutal abandon—the powerful muscles rippling across his back and shoulders, his ass tensing with each thrust. Rivulets of blood trickled down his sides where my talons sank into his skin. And as the sounds of our rutting created a delicious mating symphony, a silvery glow rose up out of our bodies—tendrils that became thick ropes that entwined, but what was that dark thread amidst it all? What was?—
A force pulled me back into my body, and I was swept into a vortex of feelings as release ripped through me. Serath’s essence wrapped around me, tight, cocooning.
Home.
The bunker haddecent water pressure and hot water enough for us to take a quick shower together before falling into bed again.
I’d ached for this, to be wrapped in his arms, skin to skin, no barriers, no rules. I’d ached for it, but now that I had it, there was a pit of foreboding inside me. What if it was taken from me? What if he was taken from me again?
To prevent that, we needed to understand what was happening with the faction and figure out what their goal was. He’d already relayed what little he remembered to Ignus, but why did I feel as if he was holding back? “Serath, you know you can talk to me if you want…about what happened. About what they did to you…”
His throat bobbed. “I know.”
There was more to it. More to what had happened with him. “Ignus said that consummation is what activates the curse…Serath…What did they do to you?” My pulse thudded hard in my throat because I could feel his tension, sense the darkness that came over him when I asked this question.
