Free Carnival of Darkness (FaeTAL Series Book 1) by Becca Moree Page A

taking my anger over Brett’s betrayal out on her and forcing my dick down her throat, I didn’t think it could get any better. Little did I know that when I slammed myself between her struggling thighs into her tight heat, I would see goddamn stars, I lost it. I pounded away until I came a second time and still wasn’t ready to stop, so I kept on pounding. Harder and harder. Her sobs growing louder and urging me to keep going. To grind harder. Hit deeper. Little did she know her pleas for mercy were better than any moan of pleasure could ever have been. Once I released my seed in her amazing fucking pussy a second time, I thought I would be sated. But as I pulled out and caught sight of her tight pucker, I knew that I was far from done with this bitch. I flipped her over, slammed my hand on her ass so hard a bruise formed instantly at the same time my still hard dick went in balls deep. Best. Fucking. Thing. Ever. Her ass was made for my dick. The blood dripping from between her delicious pussy lips made me want to lick on her, something I never do. Why would I? That’s pleasure for them not me. But for this woman, I was going to break my usual routine. Not that I hadn’t already by reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy so many fucking times in a row.
    Shaking my head, I force the memories away. Now isn’t the time for reliving it. Now it’s time to deal with the fucking traitor.
     

 
    Christopher
     
    “So you are the infamous Mac that has been toying with me for the last few days.” I reach my hand out in welcome. While I am still a little ticked off at his antics, I have to admit that if I were able to, I would probably do the same in his position. When our hands connect in a strong shake, an electric shock shoots through our hands and he grunts. His free hand shoots to his left pec and my eyes widen. The man’s scent just changed.
    “What the fuck?” He blurts, his hand rubbing the spot gently.
    Brad jumps up and rushes to get between me and Mac as if I could not defend myself if needed. I snort, inelegantly, and raise my brow at Brad in a silent command to move the fuck out of my way.
    “You have seconds to explain yourself, Mac. I will only stop my men from taking you down for so long. Who in all of Danu are you, and what the hell do you want?”
    “Huh? I don’t understand. I’m exactly who I told you I was. What the hell is going on here, and can you please tell blondie behind me to put the fucking gun down? My neck is twitching like a mofo.”
    Surprise flashes across Jax’s face before he wipes it away, his weapon not wavering an inch.
    “What is going on here is that you aren’t a fucking human, my man. You smelled human on the plane and when we were all sitting around here waiting on Christopher to get here. The second your hands touched your scent changed to match ours. That shit just doesn’t happen!” Kace seems as flabbergasted as I do and the rest of the guys look confused and ready to kill.
    “N-not human? Uh, man you’ve lost your shit. I’m just a normal fucking man. My momma raised me and I ain’t ever been anything different. Well, mainly.”
    “Explain.” The one word command echoes through the silence in the room.
    “Well, since I hit puberty I’ve had this weird-ass sixth sense thing. I just figured it was a good damn gut instinct. It’s not like I can read fucking minds or something. I just know what way to go sometimes or when something is a really good or really bad idea. That’s all. Still, that don’t make me not human.”
    “Why are you rubbing your chest, Mac?” Brad interjects.
    “‘Cuz it fucking stings, that’s why!” Grumpy damn man.
    “Open your shirt.”
    “Uh, thanks. But no thanks.”
    “Do not make me force you. Jax still has the gun pointed at your head, and he will not hesitate to fire if you so much as twitch in my direction. Trust me on that.”
    Nodding to the men surrounding me, I step forward as I wait to see if he will be opening his shirt