Page 71 of Howl for the Gargoyle

"Fuck, Rafe, yes!"

His mouth found mine as I leaned forward, begging for his kiss. His tongue stroked in, fucking against mine with the same pace of his cock pounding inside of me. He was staying deep, rocking into me with short thrusts, those beautiful dense curls at his base grinding sweetly against my clit. My nails scratched at his back, and I surged suddenly to the edge of an orgasm, blade sharp and fire bright.

Rafe snarled, driving in as deep as I could take him, sealing my shout with a kiss, moving with a steady, curving rhythm that made the pound of ecstasy drum harder and higher until it broke with a sudden boom. His mouth smeared over my cheek as I whined and shook against him, sliding to my ear and licking inside, drawing out the trembling aftershocks with his relentless rocking. When I was limp he eased out, just a fraction, enough to pull me closer and let my head fall weakly back, our gazes meeting.

"More?" he asked, but his smile was smug and hungry.

"What's the rule?" I rasped out, voice cracking in the wreckage of pleasure.

Rafe's eyes shut, and his lips pressed closed, chest rumbling with a groan. He nodded. "More." I grinned as he pulled me away from the wall, hoisting me against his chest and turning off the water. "I hope your bed is reinforced."

CHAPTER 25

Rafe

Hannah was fidgeting next to my boneless body, her fingertip tracing over my chest and her feet rubbing against her own legs, little cricket movements in the aftermath of our reunion sex marathon. I'd just come for the third time of the night, and the sun was starting to warm the color of the sky outside of Hannah's bay window. I was more than ready to fall asleep, outrageously sated, but her tiny movements were a warning.

If she was always this insatiable before the full moon, I was going to end up chafed, if such a thing were possible.

I grinned at the notion.

"Are you going to get another job?"

"S'pose," I said, shrugging.

Hannah nodded, but her little legs just started shifting faster.

I sighed and started to roll toward her. "Okaaaay, but you're gonna have to do most of the work," I said, my face split wide with my smile so she would know I was teasing.

Hannah barked out a laugh and pushed her hand against my chest. "Rafe, I will go up in smoke if we have any more sex."

Well, I didn't want that. I propped my head up on my hand, and Hannah's eyes slid away from mine. Interesting. This was nerves.

"You change your mind?" I asked, feigning casual indifference.

And she just rolled her eyes at me. And to be fair, I had been joking. She'd been growling and calling me mate through most of the last three hours, her wolf pinning me to her bed and giving her gaze a brilliant glow as she'd rode me into my final shocked orgasm of the night.

"Don't tease," she murmured.

"Don't just lie there freaking out and not tell me what's going on," I answered, arching an eyebrow.

She froze for a moment, gaping at me, and I remembered that I hadn't challenged her very often in our appointments. Only when she'd needed it for her own sake, like now. And just like those times, Hannah's initial response was to freeze with surprise, eyes narrowing in offense. Then she blinked, desire darkening her gaze and softening her lips into a smile. I'd told her tonight that I knew what she liked, but I wasn't sure if she was ready to be told that she liked it when I pushed back. We'd figure that out eventually. We had plenty of time now.

Her hands reached for me, stroking over my chest in aimless appreciation. "Fine. I'm not totally sure how to propose this, but…"

She chewed at her lip for a moment, and suddenly I was the one fidgeting. "Hannah," I pleaded.

Her eyes flashed to mine. "I wanted to ask if I could…hire you to be my personal chef for the tour?" she breathed out in a sudden rush. "But I feel like we're just stepping outside of this, like, work relationship boundary. And obviously, you know, I wanna fuck you, and like, I'm falling in love with you, so—"

I dove down, slamming my lips to hers in a clumsy and graceless but necessary motion. She made something better of the kiss, opening her mouth just enough to seam us together, her hands on my chest gliding up to stroke my throat and jaw. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to press against me, head to toe, and we stayed like that until her breath was catching. She sucked in air as I released her.

"Can I just come as your boyfriend?" I asked, my own breath uneven, heart racing as fast as a gargoyle's could. Faster, I suspected, thanks to my grandpa. And the invitation to go on tour, to travel with Hannah, might've been out of the question without Grandpop. It would certainly send my parents' heads spinning when I told them.

Hannah's cheeks pinked, and we stared at one another with dopey smiles as she nodded.

"Your ‘I’m falling in love with you too,’ boyfriend," I corrected gently, bending down and kissing her with gentle brushes of our lips.

"As long as you're with me," she murmured, chin tucking shyly, but she held my gaze. "Like you said, I don't ever wanna go an entire month again."

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