Page 34 of A City of Emeralds and Envy
“Iamreal. I survived, Caer. Riordan saved me after the Queen took my heart. He didn’t tell you his plan ahead of time, because he wasn’t sure it would work, but itdid. Afterward he sent me to the human world, but I came back for you—for both of you. You’ve seen Riordan, haven’t you? Did he tell you I was alive? Maybe he didn’t think he should, since I’d gone back to my world. Or maybe you didn’t give him the chance.”
At Riordan’s name Caer recoils, snarling, his claws digging into the turf on either side of my legs. He throws back his head and screams to the moon, while I cover my ears in a desperate attempt to preserve my hearing.
When he’s done shrieking his rage, he looks different, more human in shape. He’s standing on two legs now, and he’s a little less bulky. He still has the thick mane and the preternaturally huge, fang-filled mouth. But there’s more of Caer in his leonine features now, and I can see the outline of his pectorals and abs clearly through the short, silky black fur covering his body.
Riordan said his form changes with his mood. Maybe when he’s less angry or afraid, he becomes more human.
“There’s nothing to fear,” I tell him softly. “Come to me.”
His fanged muzzle opens. “Mouse?”
“Yes!” Tears spring to my eyes. “Yes, it’s really me.”
He takes a step forward, and his long tail snakes out and curls around my throat, a silken noose. He doesn’t tighten it, but as he advances, I notice the erect length between his legs— thick, rock-hard, curved slightly upward.
He showed his cock to me once—although it was paler then—and he told me how during his heat, tiny barbs would extrude from it, locking him inside the female he was fucking.
As if he senses my gaze, his cock bobs convulsively.
“I need…” he rasps. “I’ve needed… so long…”
A shock thrills through my belly. He was in heat while I was in Faerie—he couldn’t still be in heat, could he? It’s been months.
“Are you—are you still in heat?” I breathe.
The agony of his answering groan tells me everything I need to know.
“Oh shit,” I whisper.
His tail slithers away from my throat. He’s prowling over me, pushing me back down to the ground with black furred fingers, tipped with lethal claws. Those claws drag at my clothing, shredding what’s left of it, baring my stomach and breasts. He sniffs the wounds on my belly and growls.
“You did that,” I say shakily. “But you won’t hurt me again. I’m not afraid of you.”
The rest of my dress shreds easily under his claws, and he scrapes it away before inhaling deeply between my legs. As the fur of his muzzle tickles along the hollow of my hip, I try to repress a shiver—but then I realize it’s not a shiver of disgust. I’m lying amid the rags of my clothing, torn and bleeding under the night sky of Faerie, while a monster nuzzles my pussy, and I’m not repulsed at all. Not even when a broad, wet tongue laps along the seam of my sex.
“You have another scent on you,” he snarls.
No sense lying when he can smell the truth. “Yes, I fucked someone else.”
Again he recoils, hissing, his fur and mane bristling into an enraged mass.
“Don’t run.” I reach for him. “Please, I want you, Caer. Right now, in this moment, you’re the only one I crave. Please, please, come here. Taste me—see how much I wantyou, just you.” I hold his gaze, and I blink once, slowly.
He stares back—and then his eyes blink slowly in return. As his fur settles, he dips his head between my legs and licks again, deeper this time. He moans with delight when he reaches the taste of my arousal.
“Oh my gods.” My hips buck into the contact, into the luscious friction of his tongue. “Fuck, Caer…”
He keeps licking, slathering my pussy with his tongue until I’m mewling, helpless, melted underneath his massive body. A shaken groan rolls from him, and with a shove from his paw, he turns me over, onto my stomach.
His claws clasp my thighs, moving them apart, drawing my opening toward him. I feel his huge cock head nudge at my entrance.
I don’t know if I can take him, or trust him.
But if he’s been in heat all this time, he’s probably half-mad with need. Maybe letting him fuck me will soothe him, and then I can explain what we’re doing—that somehow we’re going to convince the Green Wizard to undo the curses.
As the bulging head of his monstrous cock pushes between my soaked pussy lips, I let all those rational thoughts escape my mind, because the raw truth of it is this—I want him. It’s as simple and wicked as that. I want to be fucked wildly, messily, brutally by Caer in this beastly form.
He’s pushing deeper, and suddenly I’m more grateful than ever for the times I experimented back in my world. If I hadn’t fucked those men, I wouldn’t be able to handle Caer without ripping apart. He’s enormous, and it burns—gods—
