Page 35 of The Stones for It
He straightened, looming over me with a vicious grin. “Open your legs.”
“What are you…?” I trailed off, breathing a little faster as wild fantasies rioted through my mind.
Surely, he wouldn’t…
He snarled, dark fangs flashing, and then his thick tail swung out and pushed between my thighs, forcing them apart. The blunt tip shoved under one knee, bending and forcing my leg up, shoving the hem of my dress up to my waist with the movement.
I yelped, and would have fallen if not for the firm hand collaring my throat.
My knee was almost to my shoulder. His ruthless tail held me spread, and I got an up-close look at the black spike that started the line of them along his tail. Its sharp tip pointed to thecave ceiling and seemed to wink at me. The smooth side pressed into my knee, effectively stopping me from squirming in case I accidentally stabbed myself.
The Gargoyle King stared at my lace-covered core, transfixed, and I fought to keep the blush from my cheeks.
In a flash, he dragged the sharp tip of his shadow dagger along the sides of my panties, slicing the lace clean from my hips in two impossibly precise strikes that barely kissed my skin. The material fluttered to the ground, leaving me fully exposed.
“You’re soaked.” Vrath’s deep growl held an appreciative edge. “But not nearly wet enough for me yet.”
He lifted the dagger, and more blood trailed down his wrist to splatter to the rocky floor.
He slid the gemstone-tipped hilt through my wet folds, and I gasped at the firm cold. His magic fizzled against my lower lips with every stroke. The chilled weapon added a dangerous edge to his teasing that blanked my mind.
“Stay still,” he snarled, the feral sound echoing through the cave.
I’d been unconsciously moving my hips, chasing the friction I craved.
He notched the gemstone at my entrance and pushed.
A needy moan left my lips at the invasion, but I was more than wet enough to take it. He eased the hilt into me, oh so slowly.
Torturously so.
“Vrath,” I whined, fighting myself to hold still as he impaled me with his weapon.
It tingled against my inner walls, shadowy magic teasing me from the inside. Cold yet burning me up in the best way.
“Yes, little mortal?” the monster cooed, lips twisting into a wicked smirk. “Are you going to beg for mercy? You already know I have none.”
He pushed deeper, and the cool metal of the cross-guard brushed my clit as it reached the end. I moaned in response, that little tease against the needy bundle of nerves doing things to me it shouldn’t.
This was wrong. Mate or not, the fae were meant to be my enemy. I was meant to be cutting them down with my weapons, not getting fucked by theirs.
But as he continued to fill me with his dagger hilt, all logic melted under the pleasure radiating from my core. How could the cold drag of such a deadly object make me feel this hot?
With every tingling press against my wet clit, I wound tighter. Higher.
Close.
So close.
“Oh fuck, Vrath,” I groaned, unable to move. To do anything except take whatever he wanted to do to me. “More.”
I loved every harsh second.
Until he stopped.
A frustrated whine left my lips, and I glared at the gargoyle bearing down on me.
“You don’t get to make demands, mortal. You will take your punishment like a good girl. And then I’ll reward you.”
