Page 39 of Fractured Shadows
“So, so pretty,” he sings before he pulls off my pants himself. He doesn’t bother with my top, and I don’t either. I’m desperate for him to touch me. My skin overheats everywhere he touches.
The pressure is too much.
I need him to make it stop.
Leaning down, he presses a kiss against my pelvic bone, and when he pulls away, he leaves the smallest flame dancing there. My eyes widen at the small inferno, despite it not burning my skin, and I watch, enraptured, as it begins to dance across my hips, leaving behind a trail of warmth and pleasure where it touches. Groaning, I lift my hips, but Bracken simply grins at me as the flame dances down, down, down…
Oh!
The tiny ball of warmth flickers near my clit, Bracken’s magic adding to the pleasure as I twist and writhe beneath him.
“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, before he lines his cock up with my entrance and enters me in a single thrust, all while the flame continues to dance over my clit.
I cry out and reach up to claw at his shoulders, but his strong hands grip my wrists and slam them back to the ground, pinning me as he begins to pump inside me. I moan and try to push my hips against his. I can feel the slight bump of his barb inside me, not catching but preparing to.
“Bracken!” I cry out, and he flashes his teeth at me.
“That’s right, Goldie,” he rumbles. “Tell them who’s fucking you. Tell them all.”
He leans down and strikes, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of my areola before he takes a long pull of blood. I shatter, the feeling only heightened by the flame and his cock pumping in and out of me. His tongue traces his mark, stroking my nipple, and I jerk beneath him, riding out the orgasm. When he leans back, there’s a drop of my blood on his lip, and he leans in to kiss me. I can taste my blood, a metallic zing mixed with something else that feels equally as wild. The magic? The moment I kiss him back, he groans into my mouth, clearly enjoying himself as much as I am.
“You belong here, Goldie,” he murmurs against my lips, drawing out my pleasure. “You belong with us.”
“Yes,” I cry, my body convulsing with more waves of pleasure as his thrusts sweep me into another orgasm.
He grunts, his hips jerking against mine, and as I roll into another finish, I feel his barb lock inside of me, digging in, securing his cock in me as his scalding cum splashes and fills me. It’s hot, as hot as the fire he controls, and it overflows around him as he convulses above me, his lips pressing reverent kisses along my skin as he claims me. The barb locking us together is so tight, so hot, another release slams through me, wringing a whimper from my pained, hoarse throat. We’re both panting hard, and after a few moments, the barb releases and he’s able to slide out. I’m aching in the best way as I reach for him. He obliges, helping me get dressed before adjusting himself.
“We leave you two alone for five minutes while we fight, and you go and fuck each other,” Grimus grumbles, shaking his head, but he’s clearly amused. I turn to find him leaning against a tree cleaning his weapon, blood covering every inch of him.
Flushing bright, I gesture toward Bracken. “He was going to die. I fed him so he wouldn’t.”
Nero tilts his head toward me where he winds around the tree Grim is leaning against. “The dark fey can’t die, not from something so simple as being stabbed. I believe it takes much more effort to kill someone as old as Bracken.”
I scowl. “He can’t die?” I look over at Bracken to see his shit-eating grin and know they are right. That sneaky fey bastard. I smack at him. “You asshole! I was actually worried!”
He just laughs at me as if it’s all a game. “Are you complaining, Goldie?” He leans closer. “I think you liked it.”
Huffing, I look away, feeling embarrassed, and finally notice the others spread around, watching the show. The orc king stands there, observing us, before shaking his head. “We should keep going before more threats show up.”
What else is there to say? I throw Bracken a mock glare, but my pussy is still quivering with aftershocks, so I can’t be too mad. Grim pulls me to his side with a small smile, and Nero chuckles as he checks out my neck.
Men, monsters or not, are all the same.
With that declaration, we set off again, trying to cover as much distance between us and the castle as possible before night sets in and the worst of the creatures come out to play.
* * *
We’ve walked for miles,and though the castle is drawing closer, we’re still at least a couple days from reaching it, according to Grimus. I’ve never done quite so much walking in my life as I have since being given as the hunt in the Dead Lands. Still, I don’t complain. This adventure is by far one of the highlights of my life, and to think, I never would have experienced it if I hadn’t volunteered. I can’t help thinking about home, about how I hope Kai married her love and is living happily, about how I hope my father rots away to give my mother some relief from his fist. I hope the king still thinks of the way I stared him down as I stepped into the Dead Lands.
I doubt he even remembers me.
I’m not sure what we hope to accomplish while in the king’s castle, if I’m to be bound to the walls of some long-dead king’s castle for the rest of my days in order to stay safe, or if it’s some sort of next step we must take, but I know I hope for one thing.
I hope my monsters stay with me.
Somehow, on this trip I never planned to survive, I’ve started to fall for each of them. Their personalities are as different from each other as their bodies are. What a sight we would make if I were able to return to the Shadow Lands, my monsters around me.
I squint my eyes at what appears to be stone springing from the forest. At first, I’m barely able to differentiate between the forest and what it is, but as we draw closer, I see the pillars and walls and assume it’s some sort of building.
