Page 72 of Stormbinder King
Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance and I wondered if we were going to get rain.
I felt a huge release pressing at me, stars clustering at the corner of my vision.
“Open your mouth,” Jack taunted. “That’s the only way you’re going to taste her.”
And his fingers pressed down hard on my clit and he jerked his big cock out as I came, so that I squirted in a huge arc over his brother, spraying Symeon in the face as I groaned in relief.
And Jack didn’t stop, dragging my orgasm out as stars flashed in my vision, shaking uncontrollably as I squirted the evidence of his depraved control all over his brother’s face, soaking Symeon’s stony chin and dripping down his throat with wanton, lascivious streams.
My hips strained as Jack teased the last drops out, then stuck a finger in his mouth.
“Delicious,” the prince hissed.
A dry bolt of lightning split the sky.
The thunder rumbled.
Closer now.
21
Istumbled outside, my head aching.
It felt like there was a storm approaching, the distant night sky greenish, while dry lightning flashed over the mountains.
Strange. It didn’tfeellike rain.
And as I stretched my arms, someone put a bag over my head and I was thrown unceremoniously over a hard shoulder.
I smelled sharp, acrid sweat and wet dog and I knew.
Stonebrewer Pack
There were other muffled yelps and, shit, who else were they taking?
Then the Pack began to run.
Thunder rumbled as they pounded across the forest floor.
How could they possibly hope to outrun the Stormbinder Pack? I wondered, but we ran up to a pile of sticks that abut a sharp green hill, and through the patchy fabric of the hood over my face I saw one of the shifters reach in and yank open a nearly-invisible door.
Underground
The shifter carrying me shoved me back farther so he could duck inside, my ass scraping by the damp, dripping ceiling.
Then they ran, in the dank smelly tunnels deep underground, until my thighs ached from being carried and my throat ached from uselessly screaming.
Finally, after what felt like many hours, I was set down unceremoniously on the hard ground.
Someone picked me up by the back of my torn dress and threw me into an enclosed, squalid space, and I heard the clang of a door shut behind me.
Wriggling madly, I managed to work the hood on my head off and I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light.
The Stonebrewer village was ill-maintained and fetid, the tree houses sitting like squat, hardback beetles in the scraggly trees..
The Stonebrewer territory was small and leaky, situated in rocky land that seemed to be doing its best to sink into a nearby stream.
How far were we from the meeting area?
