Page 13 of Veil of Monsters

KING EMERSON EVENINGSTAR

The tension leaves my shoulders the second I see she is fine. My twisted obsession with this fae is the only reason I found my brother passed out and her missing with her mortal friend. The portal disappears behind her, magic like I’ve never sensed thick in the room. I refuse to believe that came from the dark-haired mortal. Calliophe’s pink hair, a color I’ve suddenly decided I like, falls around her shoulders as she looks at her friend,P-something or other.

My brother looks at her like he is waiting for her to admit their bond and fall at his feet. I suspect the mouthy mortal will never do that.

“Why did you come back?”

There are many questions I have about the magic she used, how she can make portals, but it makes no sense to me that she didn’t just portal away the moment we trapped her in here. Who willingly stays with their captive? “You are my home, Emerson.”

Strangely, I enjoy hearing her claim that. Fuck, this fae is getting under my skin. I should be anywhere else, preparing my people for the war and finding out everything I can about the Rift. I can’t sleep. My dreams of a land of darkness and blood-soaked ground are haunting me. I don’t need to sleep or to be here. I have a million fucking jobs to be doing around the city. And yet I find myself here.

I felt… pure panic because I could not feel her in the city anymore. She’s not my mate. I would know if she was, but this obsession I have with her is driving me insane. It must be magic. I don’t know how she is doing this to me, but I intend to find out.

Lorenzo stands, clearing his throat. “Now, we’ve assessed that you can escape anytime you want, and you’re still coming back. I don’t know whether we should be more worried about your mental states or bother trapping you in here at all.”

“Don’t bother with us at all, and then we will be happy,” my brother’s mortal growls at him.

“Posy,” Calliophe gently warns and looks at us both. “For the last time, we are not your enemies.”

“Then no more portals in and out of the city without speaking to us,” Lorenzo demands.

The girls look between each other. Calliophe answers. “Sure.”

“Get out,” I growl low. “Everyone except you, Calliophe Sprite.”

I don’t want her out of my sight. This is the brave fae female who stood in my court, in front of hundreds of Wyerns that hate her kind, and told them all she was their queen. My queen. My eyes flicker to her lips, across the soft skin of her neck and down her shapely body. Fuck. She would feel good wrapped around my cock. I can’t get the thought of fucking her out of my head.

Lorenzo sighs, taking Posy by the arm and pulling her out of the room when it’s clear she won’t leave. She growls at him, but Lorenzo is twice her size, and it’s not difficult for him to take her out.

Calliophe walks around me, sitting on the bed, and begins taking off her shoes. Goddess, she’s gorgeous, and all I do is stare at her lips. Her pink eyes find mine, and my cock presses against my trousers, begging her to do something. Anything. Fuck, I’d let her do anything.

I’d beg for her, and I’ve only known her a few days—she could be my enemy. I almost fucked her on the rooftop.

But a part of me whispers,what if she isn’t lying? What if she is our mate? Take her. Claim her.

“Get mad at me, Emerson. I know you’re dying to tell me not to do that again,” she says.

I walk around the bed, leaning over her and sinking my fists into the mattress. “I think you’re playing me, fae, and I don’t know what I should do with you.”

My cock does.

She leans up, her lips inches from mine. “I miss you.” Her hand trails down my chest, stroking the outline of my cock, and I nearly come right there and then.

I groan as she sinks her hand into my trousers and takes my cock out. “Fuck.” I should stop her. I really, really fucking should. Her hot lips wrap around the tip of my cock, and I jolt, pleasure shooting down to my balls. Fucking goddess above. Calli’s hot tongue licks a circle around my cock before she slowly, painfully slowly, takes most of my cock into her mouth until I’m hitting the back of her throat. I grab her hair, pushing her head up and down on my cock until I can’t handle it anymore.

I need to taste her. I wrap my hand around her throat, pulling her off my cock and pushing her onto the bed. I can’t think straight as her scent invades my senses, and I pull her clothes off with my shadows, ripping them into shreds until she is bare. The goddess couldn’t have been this beautiful. No one is. Her body is stunning, smooth, and curvy, her breasts heavy and her dark nipples hard. Her pussy is smooth, and I growl as I sink to my knees at the end of the bed, grabbing her legs and throwing them on my shoulders. Her moans are like the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard as I part her with my fingers and lick around her swollen clit. She tastes sweet, delicious, and I want to be buried between her legs until I die. Growling, I shift myself back into my monster form, where my tongue has ripples along it that I know she will love. I tease her as I taste her, never letting her orgasm. Not yet. It feels good to punish her for leaving, for worrying me, for confusing me.

She is coming when I’m inside her.

When she is panting, pleading with me, I climb up her body and use my shadows to take off my own clothes. I lift her hips into position, her legs wrapping around my hips. She doesn’t blanch or shy away or fear me in my monster form. It makes me want her more. Her hands wrap around my horns, and I groan. No one touches those, and it turns out I love it when she does.

I grab her throat, turning her to look at me as I sink my cock into her, her tightness wrapping around me. I stretch and fill her, and she takes all of me. She is perfect for me. “You’re so tight. Look at you taking a king inside you. Good girl.”

Her moans are all I hear as I pull out and slam back into her, feeling her walls begin to tighten. She is so close. Fuck, I’ve never wanted to be buried inside anyone like I do her. I’ve fucked enough females to know she might be right about her being my mate. I can’t get enough of her. Our lips continue to move together in a passionate dance, and my hands continue to roam across her body. I explore and push her to the edge of desire with every touch.

Her touch seems to bring me to life, an intense longing within me, as I let the moment take control. My mind battles with my body. My mind tells me that this is wrong, that she is likely my enemy. But my body wants more from her. I turn her head to the side, and she lets me, digging her ice-cold hands into my back as the bed literally sets on fucking fire. I don’t care, my wings spreading out to protect us both, and she holds onto them as I sink my teeth into her neck. The taste of her blood is second to the feeling of her coming around my cock, tightening to the point that I can’t do anything other than spill inside her with a roar as the whole building shakes.

That was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I know a thousand times with her would not be enough.

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