Page 81 of Hearts of Stone

“Oh god…” Jade whispered, her hands slapping down on the table.

“You OK, Jade?” Daniel asked, the satyr’s spell over him breaking for a moment and I wondered then how my mistress would respond.

“Fi-i-ine…” she managed to get out, continuing, with an indrawn breath. “I-I’m fine.”

“Let’s all have another drink.”

Silenus’ smile made it clear he knew exactly what we were up to. As he leaned over to fill our glasses again, he inhaled deeply. His nostrils flared and his pupils grew wide then he turned to Daniel.

“I think we should begin our lessons now.” The satyr nodded to the tent at the back of the bar area.

“So, you want to show me…?” The blue-haired man’s eyes slid down Silenus’ body, then he blindly grabbed at his wine and downed the lot. “OK, let’s go.”

“Wait. Danny…?” Jade slapped a hand down over her crotch, making clear we were to pause what we were doing. “Are you sure? I mean, you’ve been drinking.”

“So’ve you, babe, and you’re gonna get ploughed by special peen for the rest of the night.” He laughed then winked at Jade. “Don’t blame me for wanting the same.”

And with that he got to his feet, weaving only slightly before taking Silenus’ hand, and they sauntered away.

“So, where were we?” I said, beginning to move my tail again.

Gods, I’d never get used to this feeling, like I held Jade’s pleasure in the palm of my hand. But now it was not just me. That little prick, Seneca, was a quick study. The end of his tail delved lower, then pressed inside her. I knew exactly when because her whole body stiffened, vibrating in response, like a tuning fork after being struck. And, if Seneca’s ragged breath was anything to go by, she then clenched around him.

“Quietly,” Graven ordered us, before turning to Jade. “You can do that, little one. Don’t alert the world to what we share.”

“Can’t…” Her voice sounded high and thready, and the sound made my smile widen with the knowledge that we were the ones to destroy her composure.

“Then I’ll need to help you.”

I looked up from my focus on Jade to see the stiff-necked bastard unbend for just long enough to brush his lips against hers. Jade flung her arms around his neck, clinging to him like she was a drowning swimmer and he was her only means to survive the waves. The shift in position partially lifted her ripe little bottom off the bench, which gave us greater access. Seneca let out a helpless little sound as his tail pushed deeper, and I couldn’t even bring myself to mock him, because I felt the same.

Everything about her drove us mad. I couldn’t wait until we were back at The Eyrie to have her. I needed her now, my cock throbbing in protest. I wanted to rub the pearls along my shaft hard and fast, force myself to come on the dirt floor beneath the table, just to ease the ache inside me. But I didn’t. I would not spill my seed until I was seated deep inside her. Instead, I focused on her pleasure and started to flicker the tip of my tail against her, creating a strange kind of vibration that must’ve hit the spot, because she convulsed against Graven, kissing him wildly. But our flock leader, he kissed her right back with a passion that matched hers, then surpassed it, his claws closing around her throat, as if to hold her right where he wanted her as he took her mouth.

“Gods, she’s so wet,” Seneca rasped and I knew exactly what he was talking about. I felt her gush against my tail, right before it happened. Graven’s wings tightened, right as he swallowed down her moans of pleasure, her nails raking across his back in time with the paroxysms of pleasure that rocked through her.

“Grab the wine, fledgling,” I ordered, rising from my seat, making clear to anyone who bothered to look what we were about.

I was monstrously hard in response to my mistress’ pleasure and I was determined to provoke more. I pulled her from Graven’s arms, eliciting a low growl from him, but I ignored that as I leapt up, beating my wings with all my power, taking for the sky in great sweeps as she let out a little yelp.

“I need you, my Jade,” I told her in a ragged voice, my control shredding with each flap of my wings. “Tell me I can have you.”

“Yes. Yes, but…how?”

Her question was silenced as I tore a hole along the seam of her jeans, then settled her against my hips.

“Just like this,” I said, my lips to her ear, her body pressed against mine. “I’ll fly you home to your bed, but you’ll ride me the entire way.”

“God, yes…”

That was all I needed to hear. My arm wrapped tight around her chest, wanting never to let her go, as my other hand worked to rip her pesky underwear free, to push through the ragged gap I’d created in her jeans, then into her. The feel of that delicious, hot, slick channel had my eyes rolling back in my head, right before my groan echoed through the sky.

“Carrick…!” She clung to my arm, only just realising her legs dangled free.

“Never fear, lass,” I told her. “I’ll never let you go, not after this. You don’t have to fear falling, but you may need to fear flying.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was like being in rut, a maddened state where a gargoyle and his mate tear at each other over and over until a child is conceived. I needed her so damn much it tasted coppery and red like blood. Probably because my fangs were grinding against my lip as I bucked upwards.

“Carrick…” There was no fear in her voice now, only moans of wanton pleasure as, the little minx, she pressed down against my upward stroke, forcing me in deeper. I wanted to beg formercy, because each time a pearl popped inside her, seed seeped free. I was so damn close. But she was my mistress and I would serve her to the end of my days which meant staving off my own pleasure until she took hers.

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