see them. I can recognise my own kind, kitten," I purred and she bit her lip, leaning closer to me. Oh my little pudding likes that, does she?
"Am I your kind?" she asked curiously and I frowned, shaking my head.
"No, sugar, you're better than my kind. Better than most kinds. You're the best type of kind there is actually."
She wet her lips, gazing down at the waterfall and oh fuck my moontits, was that a blush lining her cheeks? I reared forward, raking my tongue over her cheek to taste the heat on her flesh and she chuckled lightly.
When I pulled away, she turned towards me and ran the hot pad of her tongue up my cheek too, then moved her mouth to my ear. "I like your brand of crazy. Do you like mine?"
"Yeah," I rasped, already rock hard for her, my dick as straight as an arrow sticking out a of dead man's eye. "Do you wanna make a crazy pie with me? The recipe includes two hot Fae, a waterfall and my finger in your ass."
"Sin," she snorted.
"What? You liked it last time." I grinned and she smirked, turning to look out at the view again and releasing a long sigh. Her expression got my heart all knotty like a too-tight shoelace and I frowned as I tried to figure out what she was feeling right then. I never usually cared what people were feeling. Didn't really affect me. But Rosalie affected me. I'd spent a lot of time watching her features, wondering what her moods were, why she was laughing or pouting or frowning. "Sometimes I wanna shift into a beetle and crawl in your ear all the way to your brain to find out what's going on in there," I murmured.
She blew out a breath of amusement. "You could just ask, you know."
I considered that, nodding my head. "Okay, I'm asking."
She didn't turn to look at me as she continued to have that contemplative little frown on her face that was piquing all of my interests. "I'm thinking that...this is probably the last time we'll come out here. Tomorrow, we'll be somewhere free. And I'm trying to decide where I want to go first. After I've seen my family that is. I'm not sure if I want to see the mountains or the beach first."
"I know a little place in Sunshine Bay where you can see the mountains from the beach," I offered and she smiled.
"That sounds perfect."
I got to my feet, stepping back a few feet as I figured now was a good time to do what I'd been planning. I'd practised this the last time I was in the Order Yard, drawing on the desires I’d already tasted on her to try and piece together the perfect Fae for her. I let my Harpy form fall away then let my hair grow long and thick down to my shoulders in a wavy mane. Next, I worked on my face, shifting my nose to match the sharp line of Ethan's and the golden eyes of the Lion, then I shifted my mouth into the flat an angry line of Cain's.
I made my body muscular, but not as thick as my own, landing somewhere between all three of those men I'd felt her lust for. And finally, I let my chest swell until her pack mate Esme's breasts sat sculpted and full on my chest. There was nothing left of me except my one, perfect feature. My cock stood long and thick and proud, hard as a lollipop for her as I waited for her to turn and see me. This had to work. This time, she was going to melt into a puddle and be lost to her perfect desire. Because I was sure I'd figured out what this girl was after at last. She lusted for more than one Fae in this prison. And I was now a balance of all of them, brought together and ready to make her scream.
She turned around, and she screamed alright. Though it wasn't the pleasure filled one I'd been hoping for.
She leapt to her feet, taking in my new form with bulging eyes and her jaw hanging open. I reached out with my gifts to feel for her lust, but it wasn't there and I growled irritably.
"It's the tits, isn't it?" I huffed, cupping them in my hands and jiggling them up and down. "They're too much. Dammit, turn around again and give me another shot."