Page 16 of The Gargoyle's Grace
“Again,” I demanded, the sound a snarl in my throat. My cock jumped as she sank her fingernails into my arms.
“I can’t,” she whined.
“You can. You will.”
Shifting my hands, I dropped one between us, gathering her moisture before rubbing against her clit in slow, firm circles. I felt her pulse throb in the network of veins there, smelled the way her scent changed as the tension began to build again. My own need sang as a tight heat originated in the base of my spine, spiraling outward.
Her legs spasmed and clenched at my sides as an orgasm took her again. While she pulsed around me, I dropped my head down, focus narrowed to her blissed-out face as I fell into my own release. I roared, pressing myself into her as far as I could go as heat shot through my veins and left me depleted.
Sagging against her, I marveled over what had become of us. I dipped to kiss her throat again and found she was damp with sweat despite the chill in the air. I licked along her collarbone, reveling in her salted honey flavor. I couldn’t wait to taste all of her. “Well done, Little Rabbit. I knew you had it in you,” I praised her, kissing gently along her cheeks.
“That makes one of us,” she said. The corners of her mouth twitched up as she fought to catch her breath.
I knew right then, covered in sweat and the result of our coupling, that I was in trouble.
Grace was mine. I was hers.
My soul would never be the same.
* * *
After we collected ourselves,I walked Grace the rest of the way home. I managed to shift back into my human form as we got closer. Somewhere between the boulders and the clearing around the campus property, she’d gone quiet, and turned inward. I hated it.
She stopped outside the main doors of the building, as though we were on some awkward first date and she was about to give me a kiss on the cheek and send me on my way.
“I’d better get inside. The girls…” She looked guiltily away from me.
“The girls are fine. I checked on them earlier and Vago is down the hall from their apartment. Let’s get a nightcap, hmm?” I opened the door, gesturing for her to go inside.
“Oh. Alright.” The blush on her cheeks revived the embers of my lust. It was going to be very difficult to get anything done if my hormones decided I was reverting back to my younger years. Much,muchyounger years.
Grace flitted around the kitchen, piling up my favorite little honey cakes on a plate. “Did you want wine?” she asked.
“This is fine,” I said, making quick work of a handful of the sweet confections. She ate one as well, avoiding my eyes. “Grace.”
“Hmm?”
“Are you alright?”
She blushed again, but nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. It’s just been… a while. I’m not sure how this part goes.”
“This part?”
Grace gestured her arms widely, then waved her hand between our bodies. “After. This. What comes next.”
I tilted my head to the side, catching some of her loose curls in my fingers as I crowded into her body. She tensed but held her ground, looking up at me. “We are the same as we were before, Grace. Just… more.”
“More.”
“Yes.” I dipped down, pressing my lips to her forehead.
“Okay,” she whispered.
We picked at the cakes, spoke about plans for the day, the week… anything but discuss the topic looming over us. “We need to talk about what happened tonight,” I prompted. “Among other things.”
“I know.”
She wasn’t forthcoming, so I didn’t press. “You need to get some rest. So do I. It’s late, and you know how I need my beauty sleep.”
