Page 170 of Gift from the Stone

“You’ve got a sixty-second head start, then we’re coming after you. Run, little warrior,” I command again.

Her mouth gapes open and closed as her eyes swing back and forth between all of us. When she settles on me, something shifts in her gaze.

“Tick-tock. You’ve wasted ten seconds,” I tell her.

Without any more hesitation, she turns on her heel and takes off down the running trail. Her squeal echoes back to us as Draken lets out a loud growl, his dragon getting riled up for the chase.

Sucks for him.

“She’s got twenty seconds,” Corentin comments as he unbuttons his shirt and slips his shoes off.

“I fucking got this. I’m getting to her first,” Draken swears.

“In your dreams, dragon. I’ll have her wrapped in my shadows before you make it around the first corner,” Caspian counters.

They’re all wrong.

“Five seconds,” Corentin says and they all bounce on their toes.

“Four…three…two…”

“Freeze,” I command, stepping in front of the three of them. Smirking fucking smugly. “You all just stay right here for, let’s say, five minutes. Then you can join us.”

I turn my back to them, laughing my ass off as I take off after my little warrior. They’ll break the hold before the five minutes are up. I didn’t stress that very much when I commanded it, but it’ll be enough that I get her first.

Charging forward, I round the first curve, then cut down the path that leads to our treehouse. I know she’s going there. It takes me maybe thirty seconds to have her in my sights…bending down and smelling a damn flower.

The sound of my feet pounding on the ground reaches her advanced hearing and she whips her head up to me.

Squealing, she drops the flower and starts hauling ass forward.

I don’t give it all I got. I just get close enough that I can catch her as soon as I want to. But for now, I want to take a second to watch her, stalk her before I claim my win. My prize.

She’s my fucking prize. She’s my fucking world.

Peering over her shoulder, she shrieks when she sees how close I am, how fast I’m gaining on her, and an elated laugh bubbles out of me.

“Run, little warrior. If I catch you, I win.”

Something about my words sends her stumbling over her own feet. Quickly, I fling out a vine and wrap it around her waist to catch her so she doesn’t fall. Instead of releasing her and letting her right herself, I drag her to me and hoist her against my body.

“I won, little one,” I whisper against her lips as she lays her forehead to mine.

“What do you win?”

“You.”

Slamming my mouth to hers, I slip my tongue between her parted lips, not giving her a chance to say anything else, think about anything else, do anything else, but bathe in me.

She melts.

Into me, into the kiss, and the feeling of her tiny little body grinding against mine has my dick aching.

Moving one of my hands around the curve of her ass, I tug her underwear to the side and sink my finger deep inside her greedy little pussy. The way she clenches around me, trying her hardest to pull me in deeper has a groan falling from my mouth.

Fuck, she needs this.

She drives me fucking wild. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. I could bury myself in her multiple times a day and it’d still never be enough.

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