Page 25 of Emerald Treats
The three figures advanced like something out of my worst nightmare, but the thrill racing through my veins was anything but terror. This was the kind of fear that made every nerve ending sing with anticipation.
"Fuck!" I gasped, scrambling backward until my spine hit the wall.
Without thinking, I bolted—or tried to. I feinted left around the bed, hoping to make it back to the door, but one of the plague doctors moved faster than I expected. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me clean off my feet before I could take more than three steps.
"No, no, no!" I shrieked, kicking wildly as I was hefted over a broad shoulder like a sack of grain. Even through my mock struggle, I caught the familiar scent of smoldering campfire that belonged to only one person.
Sloane.
I should have known. My grumpy dragon was fast when he wanted to be. My fists pounded against his back as he carried me toward the massive four-poster bed, but it was like hitting a brick wall.
"Put me down, you oversized lizard!" I yelled, though my voice came out breathless with excitement rather than genuine distress.
His only response was a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through his chest—and then his gloved hand came down hard on my ass with a sharpcrackthat made me yelp.
"Holy shit!" The sound echoed through the room, followed immediately by a rush of heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment.
Before I could process the sensation fully, I was airborne. Sloane tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing, and I bounced once on the plush burgundy velvet before scrambling to my knees. The mattress was soft beneath me, the rich fabric cool against my skin.
I spun around to face my captors, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. All three plague doctors stood at the foot of the bed now, their leather beaks tilted at predatory anglesas they watched me. The light caught the reflection in their eye holes, and I could see the hunger burning there.
My pulse hammered in my throat as I realized there was nowhere left to run.
The hunt was over.
Now the real fun could begin.
Chapter 13
Bram
Icouldn't take my eyes off Goldie, perched on that bed, her emerald gaze sparkling with mischief and desire. The moonlight filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow across her pale skin. The black dress riding up her thighs, showing off where the thigh-high fishnets ended… I had to have her.
"Well?" she purred, propping herself up on her elbows. "Are you three just going to stand there gawking, or are you going to do something about it?"
Fischer let out a low chuckle beside me. He didn't need his empathic abilities to pick up on the collective hunger radiating from all of us. "Oh, we're definitely going to do something about it," he murmured, his dark eyes already heated with desire.
"Fuck," I breathed, my demon blood singing with need. "Look at you, Princess."
She bit her lower lip, the simple gesture sending a bolt of pure lust straight to my cock.
"I need that pussy on my face right the fuck now." I all but charged her, loving the way she squealed and tried to scramble back, toward the headboard. Sloane was closer than I was, andhe snagged one of her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, pushing her dress up around her waist.
"Where do you think you're going?" he growled from beneath his mask. Gods bless Faris and his insanity. This was the sexiest shit I'd ever been a part of.
"I was just—"
"No, sweetheart. You heard Bram. He told you what was going to happen when he caught you," Fischer scolded her, and even in the dimly lit room, I could see the blush rising on her cheeks.
Sloane ran his hand up her inner thigh, causing her legs to open. "So be a good little witch and let your demon have his reward." He cupped her panty-covered pussy, and fuck if I didn't nearly explode when she let out the neediest little whine.
I ripped off my mask and tossed it over my shoulder. "Get those fuckin' things off her, Sloane," I ordered, pulling my dark robe off next.
Sloane didn't hesitate, grabbing the lacey material and literally ripping it from her body. He handed the shredded material to Fischer, who shoved it in his pocket.
The sight of her bare pussy, glistening with arousal, had me dropping to my knees on the hardwood floor without a second thought. My amber eyes rolled back as I inhaled deeply, practically getting fucking high off the intoxicating scent of her need.
"Christ, Princess," I groaned, my hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. "You smell like pure fucking heaven."
