Page 5 of The Stones for It
In my periphery, Neiron only laughed harder, claws pressed to the white fur of his middle as he bent double.
“I’ve never had someone threaten my dick before even meeting me,” a masculine voice rumbled.
Finally, my brain caught up to the fact that I was on my knees, staring up at a rock-hard shaft.
Of agargoyle. One of the most feared castes of fae.
I leapt to my feet, hastily stepping back as my cheeks flamed.
“Aye, but you haveafter?” I tsked, trying to cover my embarrassment. “Don’t quite know how to wield your own weapon, huh?”
“Silly mortal,” the gargoyle tsked back. “My ability with a weapon is legendary.”
His blood-soaked gaze bored into me, the intensity almost forcing me to drop mine, but I strangled the urge, refusing to cave.
Silence descended as we fought to stare one another down.
Clearly, the big bastard got cranky when someone interrupted his blow jobs.
“He’s right, ya know.” Neiron’s low snigger made me want to box his fluffy ears, but it broke whatever was escalating between me and the prickly fae.
“Well, watch where you’re pointing that monster, you could take a womb out.” I waved a dismissive hand at the gargoyle’s stupidly distracting marble dick, determined not to sneak another peek.
Instead, I aimed a scowl at my supposed mate, who’d decided it would be hilarious to shove me at a gigantic cock. “Cheers, pally. You’re as supportive as a kilt, by the way.”
The cheeky bastard gave me a double thumbs up paired with a too-bright grin.
A derisive snort left the gargoyle, but a male voice cut him off before he could open his mouth. “Err, I’m cool if they wanna watch or something…”
The man I’d rudely knocked aside shifted on his knees. He inched off branching roots towards the gargoyle, eyeing the throbbing weapon between the fae’s thighs like a lollipop.
My brows nearly hit my hairline at his suggestion, and I ignored the unpleasant squirming sensation in my gut.
Faint scarring traced the lean muscles of his tanned arms and bare chest. Deep set glacial eyes held dark pits. They were blown wide like he’d taken a hit of Barbie, and it immediately set me on edge as he assessed me right back.
Shrewd. Calculating.
I’d have said he looked like a fighter, if he weren’t literally kneeling before a particularly impressive specimen of a gargoyle. Their kind was infamous for their strength and prowess on the battlefield. I’d had whole lectures on them during my time in the military.
One section of bright vines almost touched the wing spike of the enormous gargoyle. I was small next to Neiron, but this fae practically made me look like a child.
Between the two males, my instincts were urging me to palm my blade and back away.
The human’s eyes narrowed on me in the tense silence, before he shot a wicked smile at the stony gargoyle. “So, should I continue…?”
The fae glanced down with a flat look. “No.”
“So, a pretty new piece of ass falls into your lap and you just shove me aside?” he hissed, shooting me an acidic sneer like it was somehow my fault.
He rose with an arrogant dignity I’d never have managed. Especially clad in only tiny boxers.
The Hunt had a strict human dress code of virginal white undies.
“Actually,sheshoved you aside.” The gargoyle canted his ridged horns at me. “But I don’t have to explain myself to you,human.” His upper lip curled on one side to show a long, onyx fang. He waved a taloned wingtip in clear dismissal. “Your kind is nothing but a passing amusement.”
Wow. Seems like a toxic relationship.
I opened my mouth, ready to defend my kind, but paused at the distinctshrringof a blade being pulled.
