Page 29 of Outcast

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Harlow

Mediating Elkanand Drake was like talking to a fucking wall. It only took five minutes to realize there wasn’t much I could do to force them to talk. They either weren’t ready or too stubborn to try.

“Look. I have a lot to figure out and I didn’t want you going into this battle with regrets. We don’t know what we’re going to face on the other side. So, make peace with whatever this is between you now.”

They looked at me but I stood and walked out, leaving the two demons to either talk or stare at the floor. I no longer cared.

Roman was waiting in the hallway, his arms crossed as he leaned against the far wall, eyebrows raising at the slam of the door behind me.

“How did it go?” he questioned.

“Awful, as expected,” I said with a shrug. “What are you doing out here?”

He rubbed his chest and winced. “I could feel your frustration,” he admitted. “It was uncomfortable, so I came out here to wait for you, to see if I could do anything to help.”

A grin spread across my face. “Are you offering me a little stress relief?” I asked, grinning. He barked out a laugh at my question.

“I absolutely am now,” he agreed, already sweeping me up in his arms and stalking down the hall. He pushed open a door to a random room with a table and chairs in the center. He cleared the chairs with a kick of his foot so he could put me on the table. He stepped back long enough to rip his clothes off. My eyes were glued to every inch of skin he revealed.

Roman had always been fit, but now his muscles rippled with every movement he made. His skin was darker now, tinted gray, but he still looked like himself, which I loved.

His dark hair was short and styled the same, his face similar, though sharper now that he was literally carved from stone.

And his cock?

It could rival Monty’s. I was very glad to no longer be human.

Roman watched me with the same level of lust and intensity. It was reassuring that they still found me as attractive as I found them.

“I don’t think I’ve told you how gorgeous you are,” he said as he stepped forward to tear my clothes to shreds and tossed them aside.

“Stop with your pretty words and fuck me, gargoyle,” I demanded.

“As you wish,” he teased before spreading my legs wide.

Roman dove, his long tongue teasing and lapping at me as if he were savoring the flavor with each stroke. He was demanding, and I could barely breathe as I thrust into his face, my fingers tangling and tugging at his hair as I chased my release.

My pussy clenched around nothing as I came, and he was pulling me off the table, bending me over like he hadn’t just shattered me into a million pieces.

It took everything in me not to complain about the demanding behavior as he kicked my legs apart and lined himself up.

Even if he was rough before, he was far more gentle as he pushed forward, filling my pussy with his impressive cock. Each inch felt like torture, the pleasure and pain warring within me until I was shattering again from penetration alone.

Roman took that as his sign to push me to my limits, shoving me down over the table as he fucked me hard and fast. It was all I could do to cling to the table.

His stone-hard hips continuously slammed into my ass with a loud crack. I had to bite back a laugh at the thought that fucking him was more like a spanking than a simple fuck.

The Roman who left Dark Haven was worried, afraid, almost timid even, in this aspect. Now he was confident in his abilities, strong, and sexy as hell. There was no holding back and that was what I always wanted from him.

My thoughts were torn away as he reached around me, tweaking my hard nipples between his fingers as he slammed into me. He chuckled, low and rumbling, as he pulled at my nipples. There was no being quiet as he used my body for his own end, and mine. Everyone in the castle could likely hear us, and I didn’t give a single fuck.

I felt eyes on me and opened mine, shocked to see Zetta standing off to the side of us. She didn’t look away or cast her gaze down, she simply stood and stared at us. Like we should initiate the conversation.

“Can I help you?” I mused.

“The gargoyles have returned. They asked me to summon you.”

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