Page 17 of Howl for the Gargoyle

"You might regret saying that," he said, pausing and kissing my jaw.

A challenge. My claws appeared and I dug them into his ass, learning how much force it took until I pressed tiny dents into his flesh.

"Do it," I ordered, turning my head to find his stare. "Fuck me until you come."

His moan was a full body vibration on top of me, hips bucking in my grip just enough to find my entrance. My own cry joined his as he slid into me. I was going to write an entire album about that cock.

A half-dozen positions later—because I kept finding new places to be sore—the tapered candles had burnt down several inches, and I was at the edge of my sanity.

I whined and clawed at the bedding as Raphael grunted and gasped over my back. His wing hooks were rooted in the mattress, his hands searching and soothing under my stomach. The sheets were soiled with sweat and release—mine, not his—and pulled up from all but one of the mattress corners.

But the gargoyle was starting to crack.

Not literally.

I snorted into the pillow at the idea of his stone form cracking—if anyone was cracking up, it was me—and Raphael shuddered and wrapped his arms around me, hips moving in a sudden storm.

"I'm—I'm close," he rasped.

Thank god, I thought, giggling mindlessly again. I didn't regret inviting this insane marathon—I'd never come so much in my life—but if he would just stop moving I was sure I would fall right to sleep.

I arched my back, and he let out a long and beautiful moan to echo in my ear.

"Can I—Fuck, Hannah—"

His shattered voice was so gratifying. I wondered how often gargoyles came. I couldn't imagine masturbating for hours just for one orgasm.

"Can I shift?" he asked, voice cracking into a whine.

I answered, not thinking or understanding what the words might mean. "Of course."

He gasped and pulled out of me abruptly. I sighed, sagging on the bed, eyes falling shut, brain long since evaporated, and deliriously imagined for a moment that the night was over.

Then frantic hands rolled my limp body onto my back. My eyes opened as I grunted in protest, and then my breath caught.

Raphael was a gargoyle.

I mean, he had been from the start, but—

"Oh my god," I whispered, taking in the (not really) stone form kneeling between my legs.

He makes more sense like this, I thought blearily, stunned by the sight of his perfect form now set in shades of gray, his arms darker and weathered compared to his chest. And then any thought was wiped away as he scooped my hips from the bed and plunged back inside of me.

We shouted together, my hands finding the strength to grab onto his forearms as he pulled me onto his cock, then pushed me away. He was moving my body rather than his own, I realized, careful not to slam me onto his length, his grip tight but not painful. I couldn't catch my breath and I didn't care. He was so beautiful, head thrown back on a melody of moans, throat flexing, candlelight painting the polish of his hard skin gold.

"Fuck, Hannah, oh god, I—"

He bowed forward and I braced for the crash of him, but he landed gently, cool lips kissing over my ribs and breasts, suckling briefly on my nipple. I gasped at the strong pull, the purse of stone around tender skin. Raphael's head turned and he rested his cheek on my chest as he groaned.

"So good. Fuck, fuck, I'm going to—"

I was exhausted, wrung out, boneless, but triumph burned through me as Raphael fell apart. I reached up and tested his hair, harder to grab onto than before but not impossible. I pulled, and he bellowed and stiffened, eyes wide and startled. His wings beat, huge gusts of air blowing out half the candles, and he finally bucked into me, grinding those dense curls into my weary clit.

I came anyway, a shadow of pleasure, the last dregs my body could manage. Just enough to squeeze on his length, making him choke and shudder, as ravaged and ruined by one orgasm as I had been by handfuls.

"Hannah!"

Somehow, my name on his lips, desperate and stunned and grateful, made me blush. Luckily, his eyes were squeezed shut and it was my secret to keep.

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