Page 41 of Howl for the Gargoyle

"Pretty," I said, and I bent to kiss her.

She was stiff at first—shocked, I think. But she didn't shove me away as my mouth met hers, even though we didn't fit together the same way. When she didn't respond, I sat up and rose, offering her my hand to help her up.

She took it, but she was barely standing before a feral grin stole over her face and she threw me backwards, leaping on top of me. I shouted as she laughed, and we rolled over the ground together. I wrestled with her limbs but she never snarled back, just tangled herself around me until we bumped into a tree trunk and sat up, her body wrapped around mine.

"Thank you," she whispered, and she didn't kiss me but nudged her nose to mine in something sweeter.

I nudged back and she purred, pressing into my lap briefly before turning her face away and moving to stand again.

I'd been stupid to compare Hannah to other werewolves I'd been with, or at least stupid to expect her to be similar to them. She'd never been anything like them. Except I was willing to bet all my MSA earnings for the next year on her having at least one thing in common with them, one thing she was very determinedly trying to ignore.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her down again, grinding her against my lap. Hannah growled and her eyes fell shut, head tipping back, her body rolling naturally into the motion. The sound choked in her throat and she jerked, staring at me, down at my hips where I was starting to grow thick and stiff for her.

I lifted one hand to her chin, grabbing it gently until her eyes met mine.

"Beautiful," I said, darting forward to peck a kiss to the lip pressed to those sharp lower canines. I bucked my hips up, and her breath gusted against my chin as I held those huge, pale eyes. "Sexy."

"Rafe," she grunted, but she was starting to move with me, rocking into the roll and thrust I knew she loved.

"I'll stop if you want me to," I said, shifting to rise up onto my knees. I wrapped my arm around her back, holding her to me as I thrust against her bare sex. She moaned, brow furrowing, and didn't answer. "But I'd rather do this."

I tried to lower her to the ground, surround her in my wings. That woke her up, and when she threw me off to the side, I swallowed my own disappointment. I knew she was interested physically, because that was all part of the werewolf full moon pack, but I also knew Hannah was still wrapping her brain around her transformation and that might've been a step too far, no matter what it cost her to resist.

Except it wasn't a refusal at all.

I fought off a giant smile as Hannah launched herself on top of me, claws slicing eagerly through the waistband of my pants, all the way down to one thigh. I shoved the fabric aside just in time for Hannah to come sliding down my cock.

I arched, shouting at the sudden squeezing heat of her cunt, and Hannah let out an almost human cry of pleasure. My shout turned to relieved laughter and then stolen, panting breaths as she wasted no time, riding me at a rough and determined pace, bouncing and driving her body down into mine.

"Fuck, Hannah," I gasped, gaping up at her.

Her head was thrown back, claws scratching against my chest but not deeply. The sound of that touch had no right being erotic, except that it was her, scrabbling on top of me, all abandon and appetite. She'd let go of everything, all her fear and shame and self-disgust—let go of everything but me. I reached for her breasts, pinching those ruby nipples between my fingers, and she whined and sped up. Her head tipped forward again, mouth open on noisy pants, eyes holding mine.

"That's it, gorgeous. Fucking use me," I whined.

Hannah's eyes squeezed shut, and she tightened around me so much I thought it might not take me long at all to reach the finish line, a sudden panic racing through me that I might get there before her. I kicked my hips up, pulled her down, made sure to rub her clit against my stone curls. She keened and cried, and her eyes opened again, earnest and pleading on mine.

"This is your cock," I breathed out. "I'm for you, Hannah. For whatever you need."

She grunted and groaned, falling wholly in the werewolf's mind at last, and I knew the moment I was gazing into the monster's eyes instead of the woman's.

"There you are," I whispered, meeting her body with rough upward thrusts. "You beautiful beast. Do you like this cock? It's yours."

Hannah’s beast snarled her agreement, one hand sliding up to the base of my throat to keep me pinned in place for her pleasure.

"Mine," she snarled, racing faster, landing harder against me. She didn't give me orders because she wasn't about to wait for me to obey; she just took what she wanted. And she was fucking glorious.

I groaned as she tightened around me again, cunt fluttering and sucking and kissing every inch of me. And when she arched back, hands reaching for her own breasts to manage her pleasure, I held her hips and kept her pace. She howled as she came, the sound bright and brilliant and triumphant, and I ground my teeth against the grip of her. Hannah shook on top of me, and I refused to falter, holding the angle, the rhythm, the force exactly. Her mouth hung open as the wave rolled through her, and even as she twitched and sagged forward, I didn't stop.

"More," I rasped.

Her hands planted flat on my chest, head dropping down to rest there. I knew she couldn't hear my heart pounding in my chest, trapped in its stone cage. She licked my collarbone and the touch burned.

"More, Hannah," I urged, not slowing, not stopping, slapping wetly into her.

She pushed up and stared down at me, a kind of harmony on her face, curving those broad lips. "Yes," she said, and she joined me in the motion, slowing it slightly, a beautiful curve to her rocking. "Yes, more."

And then she bent and our mouths met in a clumsy, fanged, obscene kiss, her tongue twining around mine, breaths panting. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her against my chest, the racing pace of our fucking easing to a close and intimate grind.

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