Page 55 of Grotesque
“No,” I said carefully, looking down at her. “Are you familiar with fae?”
She sat up abruptly, her eyes wide with– not fear.Oh, silly Sorcha.A shudder of laughter ran through me as a broad smiletouched her lips.It took everything in me not to grab her face and kiss her thoroughly.
“Like High Lords and faeries?”
I shook my head slowly as anticipation wrapped around my heart. Curious Sorcha still had a lot to learn. “Don’t believe everything you read in books, my dear.” How sweet that the gods had finally shown me favor.
“Oh.” Her face dropped slightly, then lit up again. “So you’re fae? I’ve never heard of a grotesque. Are gargoyles fae too?”
As question after question tumbled out of her pretty lips, I couldn’t help falling more in love with her. That’s what this was, wasn’t it? This glorious feeling of being wanted, of having someone adore and fawn over you with such rapture they would overlook the monster and its sins. Her innocence, bubbling up and obscuring the darkness I knew lurked beneath, was going to be her end. Iwasher end. Her inquisitive eyes darted back and forth between mine.
“There are many creatures like and unlike me in the Realm of Underland,” I said. “A place few mortals have the privilege of ever laying eyes on.”
She slapped a hand over her mouth. “This is going to sound ridiculous, but I’ve always had a thing for fae. I read about them in books, fantasy books, but those are fiction of course. I didn’t think fae were real. And well, they don’t mention anything like you. Actually, no they got the wings right.” Her eyes darted down to my hips, to what lay hidden beneath the sheets. Did she darken yet another shade? “Yeah, they definitely got the wings right.”
“What about my wings?” I flexed them, lifting them high so that they shadowed her.
“Well, um.” Her tongue darted between her lips. “They say the bigger the wingspan the bigger, the….” She cleared her throat. She was bright red now, her skin flaming with embarrassment.
“Tell me,” I pressed.Keep squirming for me.
Her eyes flicked down again. “Corban,” she hissed.
I traced my claw over the curve of her stomach to the hair-dusted mound at her center. “Don’t get shy on me now. Say it. The bigger the wingspan the bigger the, what, Sorcha?” I forced my hand between her thighs. I slid my middle finger down her slit. Gods she was wet.
“Dick,” she choked out.
I threw my head back and laughed. “Wellthat,you can believe.” Slowly I eased my finger inside of her and tipped my head down. “Do I surpass your books’ expectations? Is my dick big enough for you?”
She grabbed hold of my wrist when I stroked the ridge of her cunt slowly, gently. Her other hand wound its way around my neck as I nudged her to her side so that I could slide in behind her. My hard cock pressed against the swell of her ass.
“Yes,” she breathed.
My control was paper-thin as I continued to play with her wetness. I pressed my nose against her hair, breathing her in. “How does it feel knowing this it what you do to me?”
Her breath hitched; her body tightening. “Corban,” she hissed. “Please.”
I pulled my hand away, smoothing it over her hip as I kissed her shoulder. “Don’t worry,” I crooned. “I’m not going to fuck you right now. You need to hydrate, and eat.” I gave her hip a squeeze. “That way you’ll have plenty of energy to play tonight.”
What sounded like a groan of complaint came from her throat. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I flashed my fangs.
She kept her body pressed to mine as she craned her head back. “If you’re not going to torture me, then what do you plan on doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, now that you’re free to be in the light,” she started tentatively, “is there something you’d like to do?”
I stared at her. Such a simple question and yet I don’t think she understood the weight of it. The last time I had been asked what I wanted, I’d been fooled. But I knew there was no trickery in her inquiry. There was nothing but open curiosity and the desire to please. Sorcha wanted to please me.
I leaned forward and kissed her, stroking the edge of her jaw as I did so.
“I want to see what you do during the day when I cannot see you. How do you spend your time beneath my roof?”
Her brows furrowed. “That’s it? That’s really boring. I mean… I just…”
“Just what?”
