Page 18 of Howl for the Gargoyle

CHAPTER 7

Rafe

"No touch."

I paused, my mouth hovering over Hannah's still swollen sex, sunlight hidden behind heavy blackout curtains, one final candle still burning near the door.

"Not even a little morning thank you?" I asked, grinning.

She hadn't so much as budged in the night, although she'd let out a few fairly adorable growls in her sleep.

She didn't respond, and I bent my head again, pressing my lips to her clit in a chaste kiss. She grumbled but didn't move, and I continued, slipping my tongue out to stroke her folds. I'd been wanting to taste her since she spread her legs and gave me that look on the sex ottoman in the living room, and I hummed thoughtfully as I finally got my chance. There was a bit of mineral bitterness from me, but something musky and feminine and animal too. I opened my mouth wider, staring up the length of her. I circled my tongue around her opening and fought my smile as one dark eye opened just enough to glare at me.

"You don't have to do any work," I said against her pussy.

"I don't know if I have it in me to come again," she said, and I tried not to feel too smug about how rough her voice was this morning. "But that does feel nice."

Aware that my cooler temperature would probably be soothing, I kept my licks and kisses light, cleaning away the taste of me until she was rich and thick on my tongue.

Last night had been…different.

Fucking awesome, I corrected myself. It wasn't as though I'd never come with a client before, but it'd been more about lucky timing than the actual goal. And there weren't many species aside from gargoyles who wanted to be fucked nonstop for hours. I burrowed my tongue into Hannah's core in gratitude for her patience last night, and this time I managed to draw out a gasp, her hand clenching on the pillow behind her.

This was different too. The opportunity to be gentle, to please sweetly, while my client rested. Enjoying myself this much was different.

I paused and Hannah sighed, falling still again.

"If you…" I hesitated, aware of the agency faux pas waiting on my tongue.

"Hmm?"

"If you book again, you should include the full moon," I said, stumbling quickly over the words. I dove back down, closing my eyes and focusing on my work, licking and kissing.

"Is that—" Hannah gasped, and her hips rolled into my mouth. "Is that possible?"

I hummed and nodded, wrapping my lips around her clit and suckling. She shouted, back arching, and we skipped conversation for a few necessary minutes, her fingers diving into my hair and her body rocking.

I slid two fingers into her cunt and stayed the course of sucking her clit until her thighs clamped around my ears, muffling her cries as she came.

She was hot on my tongue, sweeter now, and I cleaned her until she growled and pushed me away. I sat up, ignoring my own arousal and bending a knee to hide it from her—not that she was ready to open her eyes anyway.

"It's possible," I answered finally. "It'd be fun, actually. They'd put us out in a secure section of the woods. I don't know what kind of setup you have at home—"

"I stay at a full moon hotel."

I blinked at that. Full moon hotels were…pretty dismal. If her tastes ran along the vibes MSA had brought out for this apartment, then she had to be miserable in one of those sterile rooms, packed in the building like a sardine with dozens of other werewolves.

"Well, then the MSA housing will definitely be an upgrade," I said.

Her eyes opened at that, staring up at the ceiling and then wincing away. I glanced up at the mirrors, but I didn't look away. She was splayed out, all elegant and wiry and satisfied. I smiled at the sight and then realized she was looking at me.

"I've never…shifted in front of anyone else," she said.

My last werewolf client, Sarah, hadn't shown any signs of shyness in shifting around me. Her werewolf form had been about as aggressive as, if not stronger than her human self, and just as libidinous. The other werewolves I'd worked with had been more or less the same. But from one night, I knew Hannah was nothing like Sarah or any of the others. My experience with a werewolf was starting over from scratch.

Hannah was nervous about shifting around me. Noted.

"Think about it," I said, shrugging, and then I risked adding, "I'm told I'm really fun to hunt. Hard to catch me when I can fly."

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