Page 74 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
Apparently, touching wings during sex turns my mate on.
“Did you like that?” I asked him, projecting total innocence.
His eyes flash a captivating bright scarlet color, and he lets out a snarl as he starts to fuck me with an almost animalistic power and urgency.
“Fuck yeah,” I gasp. “Just like that. Don’t stop!”
No one’s ever been able to fuck me the way I’ve wanted. Too many men have been worried about hurting me, or they just didn’t possess the sheer power to do what I’ve always dreamed of.
But Elryk’s different. While he wants to be careful with me, he also doesn’t treat me like a fragile flower. I may be small, but I’m not so easily breakable.
The way he’s fucking me now, so wild and raw and full of untamed passion, makes me weak all over. I let go and give in to the sensations overwhelming my body.
It’s glorious.
For the first time in my life, I feel a climax building when I haven’t even laid a hand on my cock since we started fucking.
“Oh, God, Elryk. Gonna come,” I warn him.
That only increases his urgency.
Thank goodness we’re doing this on the floor, I realize dazedly. Otherwise, I have a strange feeling we might have broken poor Nasser’s bed.
My orgasm comes barreling down on me like a runaway train, and my whole body spasms with my release. My cock shoots come up my chest, and my balls feel like they’ve been drained dry in the process.
As soon as my orgasm ends, my whole body goes slack and my tender ass becomes even more hypersensitized as Elryk catches up with me.
When he reaches his own climax, his wings unfurl out behind him, hovering above us like a canopy, and I feel the heat of his release filling me inside.
My eyes go wide.
Holy shit. I’ve never gone bare with anyone before. We were so caught up in the moment, I didn’t even think about the need for protection.
Before I can say anything to him, however, a rush of magical energy floods into me, racing through my body like it’s doing the Indy 500. My own power responds, and I sense it linking with Elryk’s magic as they start to twine together. In a flash, that looping circuit he told me about is passing back and forth through each of us and we stare at one another in wonder.
“So freaking cool,” I whisper.
“Aye,” Elryk murmurs.
The way he looks at me, like I’m his whole world, is so gratifying and affirming. A part of me hadn’t quite believed anyone could really want me forever, especially with my bad luck, but none of that matters to Elryk.
Gradually, the flow of magic between us subsides.
“You were right,” Elryk rumbles. “This was very memorable, mo ghràidh.”
Wetness starts to trickle out of me. It’s a foreign sensation, but oddly arousing.
I swallow nervously. “We completely forgot to talk about whether we needed to use a condom. Sorry, I just wasn’t thinking.”
He shakes his head. “Dinnae fash yerself, love. Gargoyles, like most Otherkind species, aren’t susceptible to human illnesses or diseases. We cannae pass them to you, either.”
“Still. We should have been a bit more responsible and talked before we went straight to bareback town.”
He grins. “I’m not bothered.”
I roll my eyes. “Just so you know, I got tested before I came here after my last friends-with-benefits situation ended. But we were always careful and never did anything without protection.”
I didn’t trust him enough not to.
