Page 36 of The Stones for It
“Punishment?” I gasped, unable to fully comprehend what he was saying with his shadow weapon filling me with delicious torment.
He bared his fangs in a violent smile and began to fuck me for real on his hilt. The guard bumped my clit with every thrust.
I bit my lip as I neared my peak, moans spilling freely anyway.
And then he yanked the dagger out.
“No!” I whined, empty and denied and fluttering around nothing.
He chuckled and raised the shadow weapon so I could see. My arousal covered the hilt, the onyx gemstone shiny with the evidence of what he’d done to me.
Blood soaked his forearm, but his eyes were all for the hilt. His forked tongue snaked out, running along the metal to lap up my essence. A low rumble shook us both as he growled.
I writhed in his hold, driven mad with desperation at the erotic sight.
The dagger melted back into the shadows, leaving behind his bloodied palm and deep slices through his fingers.
His eyes met mine. “What did I say about giving me commands, little mortal?”
Without warning, he dropped his tail, and I slid roughly against the cave wall.
His claws fisted the damp mesh of my dress. I barely had enough time to lift my arms and save my only clothing from tearing as he yanked it overhead, baring me completely. Cool air hit my skin, along with the self-conscious urge to cover myself as his starved gaze roamed my flesh.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his gentler side peeking out with his reverent tone.
His hand shot out and tangled in my hair, yanking hard enough to sting. With a guttural growl, he shoved me down—every hint of gentleness gone.
My knees hit rock, and I hissed at the impact.
His bloody hand ripped the scrap of material off his own hips, freeing his monstrous length.
Almost the size of my forearm, it bobbed heavily, reaching halfway down his tensed thighs. Pulsing veins ridged his grey shaft, like dark marble. He was the biggest, girthiest, I’d ever seen, and I had a moment of trepidation at the crazy idea of trying to fit him inside me.
Pearly liquid seeped from his mushroomed tip, splashing to the floor in thick drops.
His hand in my hair tugged me forward, and with the extreme size difference, I had to lean up to bring my face to his cock.
“Open your mouth.”
This time, my lips parted eagerly on command.
He angled my head so the next drop of precum splattered on my tongue.
His enticing flavour mirrored the cinnamon sweetness of his earthy scent. I swallowed greedily and opened my mouth in a silent plea.
He watched me, just as raptly as I watched his monster cock for another offering.
“So fucking sexy… Now,suck.”
Chapter fifteen
Kelsea
The Gargoyle King didn’t give me a choice.
He tugged my hair sharply, raising me as high on my knees as I could get. I reached out eagerly, but he batted my hand away, positioning his cock against my lips.
At the first kiss, he snarled. A deep, echoing sound that drove my need higher.
