Page 57 of The Stone Curse
He gathers me to him, solid and real. His scent fills my head, chasing away any doubts. He cups my face, and the calluses onhis palms tease my skin. His eyes are all pupil. Unfocused and dazed. “Serath, what’s happening to you?”
“They have me, Cameron. They have me, and I’m not sure how long I can hide this part of me before they find it and tear it away.”
This place… “You’ve created this place as an anchor?”
He scans my face with dark eyes. “I did. But I have no idea how you’re able to find it. Find me. But you’re here, and I am so grateful to have seen you once more.” His tone holds defeat.
“Don’t you dare give up. I’m going to find you. I’m going to save you. You’ve got to hold on a little longer.”
He tucks his chin in, wincing as if in pain. “I’m trying, but…Cameron. I’m afraid I’m failing.”
“You’re stronger than them. You can fight this. I’m going to find you. Just…hold on.”
He drops his forehead to mine, his breath warm on my lips. “I’m trying. I’m just…I’m so tired.”
A little more color leaches from his skin, and the world around us dims. His hold on this place, on this sanctuary is slipping. “No. I won’t let you go.” But his skin is so cold against my warm hands. A bad sign.
I press my lips to his and breathe my life into him.
He’s mine, and I’m his, and we are one. I won’t let him go. I won’t let them have him.
I break the kiss, lips moving against his as I speak. “Stay with me, Serath. You can stay with me. Fight until I can find you because Iwillfind you. I swear it.”
He wraps his arm around me and crushes me to him, claiming my mouth, hungry and desperate. His fingers weave through my hair and clutch at my scalp as he deepens the kiss to a bruising intensity that leaves me reeling.
A wave of prickly heat rushes up my body, and a phantom hand squeezes my nape. Serath gasps and breaks the kiss, his gaze stunned as it moves off my face and up to the sky.
The world is dark, the sky a vista of twinkling stars, and set in the center is the moon—too large, too round, and outlined in crimson. My pulse beats hard in my throat and between my thighs, and my gums throb strangely. When I speak, my voice is lower, a deep, sultry timbre. It belongs to my beast, but it’s different, laced with something else. Something new. Something ancient. And suddenly I know what must be done to protect what belongs to me.
To us.
“Cameron?” Serath stares at me in awe. “Your eyes…”
But all I see is the color in his cheeks and the life in his veins. Life that belongs to me. I won’t let them take it. I won’t.
“Mine.” My head whips forward, and I bury my fangs into his neck.
I wokewith the tang of iron in my mouth, heart thundering in my chest, and peeled off the covers stuck to my body. I was burning up, my lungs so tight I was afraid they’d fracture on my next breath. I tried to swing my legs off the bed, and my lower abdomen tightened with need.
Oh no. Not again. I pressed my thighs together against the swollen throbbing between that ached for release, but that just made it worse. Dammit. I shoved my hand into my pants, thighs falling open as I touched myself. It didn’t take much to tip me over the edge, and I bit back a cry, my whole body shuddering with pleasure. But the relief was momentary. The twisted need never ebbed, rising instead, tightening, and growing stronger. I worked it, finding release once more, but the need grew greater until it was bordering on pain.
Hunger.
This was hunger. Strange, awful, and empty. A yearning that couldn’t be filled by the thrusting of my slick fingers.
“Cameron?” A knock on my door. “Cameron, are you all right?”
I clamped my mouth shut to cut off the needy sounds spilling from my lips.
“Cameron, answer me!” Curi demanded.
Yes. Need him. Want him. Thoughts filled my mind. Thoughts of his body on top of mine, of his cock pushing into me. No!
Pain ripped through me, sweet and sharp.
I flung myself off the bed, yanked open the door, and threw myself against Curi. His scent filled my head as I grabbed at his biceps, digging my nails into the lastonflex.
He wrapped an arm around me. “Fuck, Cameron…fuck, you smell so good.” His tone was thick, just like his cock would be.
