Page 28 of Hearts of Stone

He grabbed me with an animalistic roar, Graven’s protests going unheeded as Carrick threw me down on the bed and covered my body with his.

“They’re made for your pleasure, not mine,” Carrick said, his eyes like black fire right now, as he bared his fangs. “Once you feel them inside you, lass, you’ll be ruined for human men.”

I could well believe it, because that was the problem with dreams. They were like fairy gold. You could spend them on anything you liked during the day, but by the time morning came, the glamour was gone, and all you had left was a pocket full of acorns, not coins.

“Jade,” I insisted, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Not mistress. Not lass. Jade.”

If I was going to have the best dream sex of my life, I wanted to do it with someone who saw me, was with me, not some amorphous title that could be applied to any woman.

He pulled me under him, his wings snapping out, the claws at the top of each pinion stabbing into the soft bed, resulting in a small flurry of feathers escaping the quilt.

“Jade.” Those inhuman dark eyes stared into mine. “Sweet girl, I need you to reach down…” But my hand was already there. Just as he knew what I needed, I knew what he did, brushing the broad head of his cock against my slick folds. I felt a thrill of fear over how big he was, even as my cunt spasmed in anticipation. “Ah yes, just like that. Take a deep breath, Jade.”

I sucked one in, my whole body feeling like it was inflating, ready to float away, but he was my anchor.

“Now, let it out.”

Right as my body went limp, he stabbed forward, piercing me in two.

Chapter 17

Carrick

Goddess…

I understood now the curse of gargoyles. We were damned to love only one woman, to only feel complete at her touch, and while the need to ram every inch of my cock into her was burning inside me, I knew I couldn’t. Instead I rocked back and forth inside that delicious heat, forcing myself to mentally recite back an old prayer to a long forgotten god, to stop myself from coming undone. But when I mastered myself, my eyes flicked open.

“Jade…” She was the only goddess I’d pray to now and I took in the flush of her cheeks, those pretty bee-stung lips, her shining hazel eyes, right as I edged forward. “You can take more of me, can’t you?”

Her breath came in a stuttering little gasp as I edged forward.

“Be bloody careful with her,” Graven's voice was muffled by the shroud of my wings. “Jade, when you’ve had enough, you say so.”

“I’ll pull out—” I started to say, doing just that in a teasing fashion, but when she clawed me back closer, I grinned. She’djust shown me my suspicions were right. Jade might be feeling a little pinch right now, but she was made to take us.

“No! No…”

Her last negative came out in a little whine.

“That’s not what you need? Then perhaps this will help.”

I knew Graven had to be watching me like a damn hawk, sure I’d hurt Jade, but I never could. I gritted my teeth, grinding my fangs against each other as I pushed my cock back into her. It felt like she swallowed me up, enveloping me in all her hot, velvety softness. I wanted to sink into her, rut her, push and push until she’d take the last of my pearls and then… Instead I slipped a hand down between us, using one of the fingers I’d clipped my claws from to stroke furiously at her clit, and sure enough, her legs spread wider, her hips tilting up. That change of angle was enough to force the first of my pearls in and damn…

There was nothing like this in the world. Flying on a warm thermal on a summer night. Dragging my power from the stones of the house itself and then expelling them in great plumes of fire. Serving my original master well and feeling his hand on the back of my neck. Catching the first rays of the dawn, right as the stone took my flesh, entombing me for the day, forcing me to stare out as the sun rose, until oblivion sucked me down. I’d give every single thing away, just to re-experience this.

“Uh…uh… Carrick…!”

My eyes snapped open in time to see my mate writhe beneath me, her hips instinctively pushing up to meet me. She knew what she needed, and she was ready to take it.

“Hook your leg around my waist.” She blinked at my command, looking much like she did when she woke in the morning, I’d wager, but when I urged her to obey, she did as asked. I could feel her open just a little right now. My thumb moved faster, the claws on the other hand digging into the bedding. “Open yourself up to me.”

I meant so much more by that statement, but right now I’d take a physical connection, if that’s all that was on offer. There was more to come, I was sure of it, as I worked myself deeper. Each thrust took her to the edge of the next pearl, each slightly bigger than the last, and that’s where the magic would begin. I’d be deep enough for one of them to start pressing up into that swollen spot inside her, the one that no mere man could reach.

“That’s it,” I ground out, every muscle locked down to stop myself from just shoving myself into her. “Just like that. You’re so damn perfect.”

She went to reply, to say something, but the minute her mouth opened, the next pearl popped in.

“Oh!”

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